Chapter I: Front Matter

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• ST. NICHOLAS •
BOOK OF PLAYS
• & OPERETTAS •

SECOND SERIES

THE CENTURY CO.
NEW YORK LONDON

Copyright, 1916, by
THE CENTURY CO.

_Published September, 1916_

PRINTED IN U. S. A.

CONTENTS

PAGE
THE DREAM-TOY SHOP 3
By Jessie M. Baker.
CHRISTMAS BABES IN THE WOODS 10
By Corinne Rockwell Swain.
WHICH SHALL BE KING? 29
By Anna van Marter Jones.
THE CHRISTMAS CONSPIRACY 44
By Elizabeth Woodbridge.
HOW CHRISTMAS WAS SAVED 67
By Catharine Markham.
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY 89
By Agnes Miller.
EVERYCHILD 101
By Content S. Nichols.
“EVERYGIRL” 111
By Rachel Lyman Field.
THE EGYPTIAN CAT 122
By Irene Woodbridge Clark.
THE SLEEPING BEAUTY 147
By Caroline Verhoeff.
LORD MALAPERT OF MOONSHINE CASTLE 164
By E. S. Brooks.
LITTLE FOLK IN GREEN 188
By Elizabeth Woodbridge.
A FRIEND IN NEED 207
By Maude Morrison Frank.
THE NEW RED RIDING-HOOD 224
By E. S. Brooks.
THE BABES IN THE WOOD 240
By Laura E. Richards.

CHARACTERS

LITTLE MAIDEN. TWO DOLLS.
SANTA CLAUS’ FAIRY. THE KITTY.
JACK-IN-THE-BOX. THE BUNNY.
TWO SOLDIER-BOYS. THE TEDDY-BEAR.

THE ST. NICHOLAS BOOK OF PLAYS AND OPERETTAS

THE DREAM-TOY SHOP

(_A Christmas Playlet for Little Girls and Boys_)

BY JESSIE M. BAKER

SCENE I

LITTLE MAIDEN’S ROOM ON CHRISTMAS EVE

[_In the bed at center the_ MAIDEN _lies asleep in her
little frilled night cap and gown. Her stocking is
hung on the bedpost. At the left on a small table a
tiny candle burns._

_At the right is a large arm-chair with a picture-book
and doll lying upon it._

_Enter the Christmas_ FAIRY _at right. She wears a
loose, white frock with crêpe paper wings and a
wreath of holly, and carries a little silver,
star-tipped wand._]

FAIRY.
Oh, I am Santa Claus’ Fairy!
I’m the Dreams-of-Christmas Fairy!
Where a little child lies sleeping
[_Tiptoes to bedside._]
I come softly, softly creeping
And I weave my magic, so!
[_Waves wand gently above little_ MAIDEN.]
Dream-dust, dream-dust on her eyes
Make this maiden sweet to rise,—
Through the gates of Dreamland go!
With my fairy spell to wake you

[MAIDEN _rises dreamily and is led slowly
toward the exit at left by the_ FAIRY.]

To the Dream-toy Shop I’ll take you,
Where the Dream-toys dance and play
On the eve of Christmas day!

[CURTAIN]

SCENE II

THE DREAM-TOY SHOP

[_On the counter at background are a number of large
toys, among them two little girls—one fair-haired,
one dark—dressed as_ DOLLS.

_At the left of the counter stand two_
SOLDIER-BOYS _with drums, paper caps,
and epaulets_.

_At the right is a large, square, red box._

_On the floor in front of the counter sits the
black_ KITTY. _He wears black tights,
a little black jacket from beneath which his long
tail curls, and a little black cap with pointed
ears._

_At right foreground sits the_ BUNNY.
_He is dressed in a white sleeping garment which
covers hands and feet, and a little flannelette
cap with long, upstanding ears which are wired and
colored pink on the inside._

_At left foreground on a little stool sits the_
TEDDY-BEAR _in furry coat and cap with
little ears of cotton wool_.

FAIRY _and_ MAIDEN _pause at right entrance._]

FAIRY.
Here within the Dreamland gate,
All the lovely Dream-toys wait.
Choose, and they shall come alive
Until the Dream-toy clock strikes five.

[_Leads little_ MAIDEN _into shop._]

MAIDEN.
Oh, what lovely, lovely toys!
I shall choose—the Soldier-boys!

FAIRY. [_Softly touching them with wand._]
Forward march, then, Soldier-boys,
But _please_ don’t make too much noise.

[_Soldiers begin to march and drum stiffly at first
and softly, but soon faster and noisily._]

MAIDEN. [_Putting fingers in ears._]
Soldiers do make lots of noise!
Girls are quieter than boys.
Let the Dollies come alive.

[FAIRY _touches them with wand. They get stiffly
off counter._]

MAIDEN.
Oh, I don’t know which to choose!
This one has such pretty shoes!
This one has such curly hair—
This one is so sweet and fair!

[_The_ DOLLS _dance a minuet, the little_ MAIDEN
_clapping delightedly, the_ SOLDIERS _applauding
with drums. Little_ MAIDEN _spies the_ BUNNY,
_runs over to him, and pats him gently. The_
FAIRY _touches him with her wand and he hops back
and forth—while_ SOLDIERS, DOLLS _and_ MAIDEN
_applaud_.]

MAIDEN.
Oh, you darling, darling Bunny!
And aren’t your pinky, long ears funny?
But the Kitty, sleek and black,
Is even funnier than that!

[_The_ FAIRY _touches him with her wand. He begins to
turn about, displays his curly tail, and spits
at the little_ MAIDEN _when she slyly pulls it.
Little_ MAIDEN _strokes his back, and he sings a
meow solo to the tune of “Auld Lang Syne.” All
applaud._]

MAIDEN. [_Turning to_ TEDDY-BEAR.]
Why, here’s a little Teddy-bear!
I hardly saw you hiding there.

[FAIRY _touches him with wand. He stands up,
stretches himself, then sits on his little stool
and sings_:]

Oh, I’m the Baby Teddy-bear,
Oh, I’m the Baby Teddy-bear,
Oh, I’m the Baby Teddy-bear,
The littlest Bear in the Family!

[_All the_ TOYS _gather about as he sings. The little_
MAIDEN _takes him on her lap and begins to croon
in a motherly fashion. Suddenly a noise comes from
the direction of the red box._ MAIDEN, _rising and
taking_ TEDDY-BEAR _by the hand, begins to look
excitedly about_.]

MAIDEN.
But aren’t there any other toys?
I thought I heard a funny noise!

[_Again the noise is heard._ MAIDEN _runs over and
touches lid of box. It pops open, showing a funny_
JACK-IN-THE-BOX _holding a bag of candy under his arm_.]

[JACK-IN-THE-BOX _sings_.]
Oh, my name is Jack of the Candy-box.
In a Candy-box I live.
Just touch the cover and up it pops
And a kiss to you I’ll give!
To each little boy and each little girl,
Each child who passes by,
A candy kiss or a candy curl—
Candy-box Jack am I.

[_As he sings, all the toys form in a line behind the
little_ MAIDEN, _and as they pass_ CANDY-BOX JACK,
_he gives them each some candy from his bag_. TOYS
_return to places and little_ MAIDEN _stands at
center_.]

MAIDEN.
[_Stretching arms toward_ CANDY-BOX JACK.]
All the Toys are as fine as can be,
But Jack-in-the-Candy-box for me!

[JACK _jumps out of the Candy-box and places his hands
on the shoulders of the little_ MAIDEN.]

[_All dance the Norwegian Folkdance “Up to the Moon in
a Rainbow,” using these words._]

[_All sing._]
Guess, guess, where I would like to be,
Like to be, like to be.
Up on the top of the Christmas tree,
Up on the Christmas tree!
Yes, yes, that would be
Great, great fun for me.
Yes, that would be great fun for me,
To be up on the Christmas tree!

[_As they finish there is the sound of a clock striking
five._ CANDY-BOX JACK _and all the_ TOYS _go back
to their former places and remain motionless_.
FAIRY _softly leads_ MAIDEN _out_. JACK _pops his
head out and throws a candy kiss after her. She
runs back to get it and waves good-by._]

[CURTAIN]

CHRISTMAS BABES IN THE WOODS

BY CORINNE ROCKWELL SWAIN

CHARACTERS

DICK, a boy of nine or ten.
BETTY, his sister, a little younger.
QUEEN OF THE SNOW FAIRIES.
PEARL }
} Maids of Honor to the Queen.
CRYSTAL }
JACK FROST.
SANTA CLAUS.
SNOW FAIRIES AND HOLLY ELVES.

COSTUMES

BETTY and DICK may wear modern outdoor dress, with
bright caps and sweaters; or, if preferred,
something more old-fashioned and picturesque, such
as “Greenaway” or “Cranford” costume.

The QUEEN and her FAIRIES are in white, with silver
tinsel and crystal ornaments, and carry wands
with silver stars. They may wear either trailing
draperies, or short “Pierrette” dresses, with
silver ruffs, rosettes, and little pointed caps.

JACK FROST; “Pierrot” costume of white or pale blue,
with silver cap and ornaments.

The HOLLY ELVES; “Pierrot” or “Yama-Yama” suits
of green, with caps, ruffs, buttons and
slipper-rosettes of scarlet. They carry branches of
holly.

SCENE

The woods in winter. If scenery is not available, a
generous supply of white sheets and cotton batting
will make an effective setting, with a few small
evergreens, and bare boughs. A large Christmas tree
should be utilized as part of the scene; place it
to right of center, and trim lightly with silver
tinsel, “snow,” and glass icicles. Near the tree, a
couch or seat should be built up and covered with
white, to represent a little mound; upon this the
Queen sits, and later, the children recline. The
time is about sunset; a red light, if available,
will be effective early in the scene, while
toward the end it grows darker. A curtain is not
absolutely necessary, although of course more “like
a play.”

MUSIC

The airs mentioned may all be found in “Folk Songs and
Other Songs for Children”; Oliver Ditson Company.

[_The_ QUEEN _and_ FAIRIES _enter, dancing, to the air
of “Come, Lasses and Lads.” The_ HOLLY ELVES _dance
in from opposite side, and, with the_ FAIRIES,
_form a circle about the_ QUEEN, _singing_:]

Come fairies and elves, bestirring yourselves,
Take hands in a joyous ring!
With step so light, in our woodland white,
We’ll merrily dance and sing.
No sorrow or care we know;
Through forest and field we go—
Then trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,
Over the sparkling snow;
Then trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,
Over the sparkling snow!

[_The_ QUEEN _seats herself upon the mound as a throne,
while the rest group themselves about her_. CRYSTAL,
PEARL, _and several others step to left, looking off
intently, as though something attracted their notice_.]

QUEEN.
What see you, loyal subjects? Speak, I pray!

CRYSTAL. [_Returning and bowing before the_ QUEEN.]
Your Majesty, two mortals come this way!

PEARL.
Two children, trudging hither through the snow,
Toward our band, with lagging steps and slow.

QUEEN.
Two children? Coming here? ’Tis passing strange!
Few mortals through our lonely woodland range.
[_Rises._]
Away, my band! We’ll hide, until we see
Who these unwonted visitors may be!

[_They all hide, behind tree, in wings, etc. Enter,
from left_, BETTY _and_ DICK, _dragging evergreen
boughs. They move wearily, and pause near center,
to look about them._]

BETTY.
O, Dicky dear, when _are_ we going back?
It must be time to take the homeward track!
The snow’s too deep—the holly grows so high;
And I’m so tired—I almost want to cry!
Which is the path?

DICK. [_Looking about doubtfully._]
I guess it’s this one—no,
It’s that—they all look puzzling, in the snow!

BETTY. [_Dismayed._]
Dick, aren’t you sure? I thought you _always_ knew!
Oh, if we’re lost, whatever shall we do?

DICK. [_With boyish impatience._]
Now, little goosie, don’t you dare to cry!
Wait here—I’m sure to find it, if I try.
[_Walks about, searching._]
It’s somewhere near; I’ll find it in a hurry! [_Aside._]
I mustn’t let poor little Betty worry!

[BETTY _standing facing R., wiping her eyes, but
evidently trying to be brave. The_ QUEEN _peeps at
her from behind the Christmas tree, and she gives a
startled cry._]

BETTY.
Oh, Dicky, come!

DICK. [_Running to her._]
What for?

BETTY. [_Pouting._]
Behind that tree—
I’m sure I saw somebody wave at me!

DICK. [_Scornfully._]
A puff of wind, that blew the snow about,
Or maybe just a rabbit, jumping out!

BETTY.
I thought perhaps—it made me feel so queer—
’Twas some good fairy, come to help us here!

DICK. [_With superior wisdom._]
That’s silly! Don’t you know, you can’t depend
On fairies, ’cause they’re only just “pretend”?

BETTY. [_With conviction._]
_I_ b’lieve they’re real! [_Wearily._]
Oh, Dicky, can’t we sit
Upon this mound, and rest ourselves a bit? [_Sits down._]

DICK. [_He sits beside her, and she leans
her head against him._]
Only a moment; for we’ll need the light
To find our path; you see, it’s almost night.

BETTY. [_Drowsily._]
I wish that fairy’d come—the path to show—

DICK. [_Sleepy, but positive._]
Fairies are only—make-believe—you know—

[_They nod and finally doze, sinking into a reclining
position upon the mound. The_ FAIRIES _and_ ELVES
_steal out cautiously, to soft music, and survey
the children with curiosity. Then, coming closer,
they surround the sleepers and sing; air, “Der
Rothe Sarafan.”_]

Softly, softly, snow sprites!
Steal softly, till we see
Who these wandering strangers are
That rest beneath our tree.
Gently, comrades, gently—
Now closer let us creep!
Silently they lie there—
[_Repeat last four lines._]
Sunset light is gleaming,
Night is drawing near;
Still they linger, dreaming,
In this forest drear!
Sunset light is gleaming,
Night is drawing near!
Stranger sight was never seen;
Two drowsy heads laid low,
Under bows of evergreen,
To slumber in the snow!
Softly, softly, snow sprites—
Steal softly till we see
Whose these mortal strangers are
That rest beneath our tree!

QUEEN. [_Bending over them anxiously._]
They’re fast asleep! Now, this will never do!
If what our wisest fairies say be true:
When mortals sleep too soundly in the snow,
The dreamland elves will never let them go.

CRYSTAL. [_Touches_ BETTY’S _cheek,
then draws her hand away hastily_.]
So soft and warm a thing I never felt!
I thought my finger-tips would surely melt!

QUEEN.
Too light our touch to make them ope their eyes;
But here’s Jack Frost! He’ll give us counsel wise.

JACK FROST. [_Entering briskly, and bowing
to_ QUEEN.]
Good evening, Sister Snow! Well, what’s the news?

QUEEN.
Dear Jack, I need advice—now don’t refuse!
Little account of mortal ways I keep;
But _is_ this just the way they ought to sleep?
[_Points to children._]

JACK.
Indeed it’s not! I’ll rouse the sleepy-heads,
And send them scurrying home to seek their beds!

QUEEN.
But you’ll not hurt them, Jacky dear?

JACK. Not I!
To wake them with my gentlest nips I’ll try.
[_Sings, as he circles around the children,
touching them lightly: Air, “Skye Boat Song.”_]

Children awake, I merrily sing!
Slumber away must fly;
Chill is my touch, and sharp is my sting—
Jolly Jack Frost am I!
Nips for your nose—tweaks for your toes,
Shivers you can’t mistake!
Rude I must seem, spoiling your dream;
Better by far to wake!

ALL.
Children awake, we merrily sing!
Slumber away must fly;
Fingers and toes he’ll warningly sting—
Jolly Jack Frost is nigh!

JACK.
Here while you sleep, vigil I’ll keep.
Lift up your drowsy heads!
Fading the day, hasten away
Home to your cozy beds!

ALL.
Children awake, we merrily sing!
Slumber away must fly;
Fingers and toes he’ll warningly sting—
Jolly Jack Frost is nigh!

[_The children begin to stir_; BETTY
_rubs her nose uneasily_.]

BETTY.
Ow! Dick, don’t pinch my nose!

DICK. I didn’t, true!
But some one nipped my ear—now was it you?

[_In awed whisper, as he looks about and sees_
FAIRIES.]

Oh, Betty, look! I say—who can they be?

BETTY.
They’re surely fairies, Dicky! Only see
That prettiest one—she must be queen, I guess!

[_Timidly, to_ QUEEN.]

Are you a fairy queen?

QUEEN. [_Graciously._] Dear children, yes;
These are my subjects [_Fairies curtsey_];
These the holly sprites;
And this Jack Frost—in teasing he delights!
[JACK _and_ ELVES _bow_.]

BETTY. [_With a little shiver._]
Mr. Jack Frost, we’ve often heard of _you_!

DICK.
You’re sharp—but still, we fellows like you, too,
When ice you give us, good and thick, for skating!

JACK. [_Laughing and bowing._]
I’m glad of that!

QUEEN. But tell us, dears—we’re waiting—
Why have you strayed amid these lonely scenes?

DICK. [_Shyly._]
Your Majesty, we came for Christmas greens,
But this is all we found [_holds up branch_].

BETTY. [_Plaintively._]
And holly—why,
We couldn’t reach a bit, it grew so high!

QUEEN.
Come, holly elves, and let them take their fill
Of your bright berries!

ELVES. [_Crowding about and offering branches._]
Yes, indeed we will!

BETTY and DICK. [_Taking some._]
Oh, thank you! Thank you!

DICK. But we mustn’t stay—
That is if we can only find our way;
I thought I knew; but snow makes such a change
In paths and trees, that everything looks strange!

BETTY. [_Sadly._]
And mother warned us not to stay too late!
It must be supper time—how _can_ I wait?

DICK.
Me too! I’m _starved_!

QUEEN. Poor dears!
[_To_ PEARL _and_ CRYSTAL.]
Quick, bring the best
Your skill commands, to please each hungry guest!

PEARL.
Some starry flakes, with diamond sauce?

CRYSTAL. I’ll make
A puffy snowball pudding—

PEARL. Frosted cake;
Two rainbow sundaes—

QUEEN. Perfect! Hurry, please!
[_Exeunt_ CRYSTAL _and_ PEARL.]
You’ve never dined on dainties such as these!

DICK. [_To_ BETTY.]
How good it sounds! Just think—real fairy food!

BETTY. [_With sisterly authority._]
Now mind your table manners—don’t be rude!

[PEARL _and_ CRYSTAL _return with dishes heaped with
snow dainties, which they offer to the children.
They taste eagerly, then look at each other in keen
disappointment._]

BETTY. [_Ready to cry._]
Why all the things are made of snow—and ice!
I thought a fairy feast would be so nice!

DICK. [_Summoning his politeness._]
Your Majesty, we thank you; but we find
Your food is such a very different kind
That I’m afraid we can’t—

QUEEN. [_Perplexed._] Now, that’s a pity!

JACK. [_Offering icicles._]
Fresh icicles? Just see, how crisp and pretty!

A HOLLY ELF. [_Holding out branch._]
Some berries red? The birdies think they’re fine!

[_The children shake their heads._]

QUEEN. [_Sadly._]
Our hungry guests find naught on which to dine!

DICK, BETTY, and CHORUS. [_Singing mournfully._]
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Can’t we find something to eat?
We hadn’t a doubt that such delicate dishes
Would prove most attractive, and truly delicious!
Alas, {we } discovered how vain were {our } wishes,
{they} {their}
Although {we } expected a treat!
{they}
Oh, dear, what can the matter be? etc.

BETTY.
It’s getting darker—what will Mother say?
She’ll worry so! Home seems _so_ far away!

DICK. [_Frankly discouraged._]
I don’t know where to go, nor what to do! [_Distant sleigh-bells._]
Hark! Hear the sleigh-bells! Now, I wonder who—
[_Springs up hopefully._]

QUEEN, FAIRIES and ELVES. [_Joyfully._]
It’s Santa! Santa Claus!

BETTY. [_Excitedly, to_ DICK.]
Oh, do you hear?
Perhaps we’ll see him, if he passes near!

JACK.
Of course you will! To-morrow’s Christmas Day;
On Christmas Eve he always comes this way,
For through this quiet wood he likes to ride,
To reach the villages on either side.

QUEEN.
Pray run and call him, Jack! He’ll surely know
These little folk, and tell them where to go.

[JACK _and_ ELVES _run off, Left. Shouts and a loud
“Whoa!” are heard outside, and then_ SANTA, _enters,
with a triumphant escort, and comes to front_.]

SANTA. [_Bowing to_ QUEEN, _while the
children peep out from behind her, in great excitement_.]

Greetings, Your Majesty! I understand
You called me; so I’ve come at your command!
[_Sees children._]
Two mortal children! Who are these, fair Queen?
Astray, on Christmas Eve? What can it mean?

QUEEN. [_Coaxingly._]
That’s just the reason why we sent for you;
So please advise us what we ought to do!
You see, these little ones have strayed so far,
They’ve lost their way, and don’t know where they are.

SANTA. [_Looks at them intently, walks around them,
and finally consults a pocket memorandum book._]

You’re Dick and Betty Martin? [_They nod shyly._]
Yes, that’s right:
They’re miles away from home—a pretty plight!
Good youngsters, too; I’ve got ’em on my list;
And just to think, my call they might have missed!
Suppose I let you have your presents now—
[_To children._]

QUEEN. [_Interrupting._]
But, Santa dear, that doesn’t fix it! How
Can they get home to-night?

JACK. For, don’t you see,
It’s late, and they’re as weary as can be?

CRYSTAL.
Their mother’s getting anxious too, they say—

QUEEN. [_With decision._]
You’ll simply _have_ to take them in your sleigh!

[_The children clutch one another in wonder and
suspense, while the others nod their heads at_
SANTA, _with determination_.]

SANTA. [_Starts with surprise, then strokes his
beard thoughtfully._]
I wish I might! But if the truth be told,
My sleigh is just as full as it will hold,
Of gifts for all the folk for miles around:
To duty false I’ve never yet been found.
And yet—[_looking at children_]
to leave them in this lonely wood—
I’d love to take them—

BETTY. [_Shyly taking his hand and looking up
at him adoringly._]
If you only could!

SANTA. [_Stroking her hair._]
You little pet!

DICK. [_Taking the other hand._]
Or, if you didn’t mind,
We might be able just to hitch behind!

SANTA. [_Patting his shoulder._]
A plucky chap! [_Considering._] I wonder if I can—

JACK. [_Who has been talking aside with the_ QUEEN.]
Just listen, Santa! We’ve the finest plan!
You’ve gifts for many in the village near?

SANTA. An overflowing bag; and so, I fear—

QUEEN.
Here’s our solution: Leave the bag with me,
And, elves and fairies all, we’ll gladly see
That every gift’s bestowed, this very night.
We’ll be your aids, and work with all our might.

JACK.
Each home we’ll find, nor miss a single one!

ALL. [_Taking hands and dancing about_ SANTA.]
Indeed we will! We promise! Oh, what fun!

QUEEN.
What say you, Santa?

SANTA. Many thanks, my dears!
I’ll take the youngsters home, and end their fears.

[_Warningly, to_ DICK _and_ BETTY.]

But promise none shall know how this befell,
Except your mother! Don’t you ever tell
Another soul!

DICK _and_ BETTY. We won’t! Oh, what a lark!

SANTA.
We must be starting soon; it’s growing dark:
I’ve lingered now for many a precious minute!
Come, Jack, let’s get the bag. [_Chuckling._]
“There’s millions in it!”

[_They drag in a large bag, from Left._]

Well, here it is; each gift’s addressed with care,
And here’s my list; you’ll find none missing there.

[_Hands roll of paper to_ QUEEN.]

QUEEN.
We’ll do our very best!

SANTA. You’ll find it fun;
I’m always sorry when the task is done!

[SANTA CLAUS _sings, all joining in chorus:
Air, “Funiculi, Funicula.”_]

SANTA.
Some love to see the children bright and jolly,
And so do I!

CHORUS.
And so do I!

SANTA.
When homes are gay with Christmas greens and holly,
Content is nigh.

CHORUS.
Content is nigh!

SANTA.
I love the sound of sweet and happy voices,
In carols gay.

CHORUS.
In carols gay.

SANTA.
Away with care, while every one rejoices
On Christmas Day!

CHORUS.
On Christmas Day!
[_Marching or dancing around_ SANTA CLAUS,
_clapping hands in time_.]
Santa! Santa! Hail to Santa Claus!
Santa! Santa! Hail to Santa Claus!
Here’s glad applause
For Santa Claus!
Our hearts he draws
To him because—
Just because he’s Santa Claus, our dear old Santa Claus!

SANTA.
Some say each child should have a Christmas stocking,
And so do I!

CHORUS.
And so do I!

SANTA.
While others seem to find the notion shocking,
And frown and sigh.

CHORUS.
And frown and sigh.

SANTA.
But I—I love to hear my sleigh-bells ringing
Good will to all!

CHORUS.
Good will to all!

SANTA.
To spend my time in joy and laughter bringing
To great and small!

CHORUS.
To great and small!

[_Clapping hands as before._]

Santa! Santa! Hail to Santa Claus!
[_Etc._]

SANTA. [_Briskly._]
Come, children—in my sleigh we’ll take our flight!
[_Bowing to all._]
Now, merry Christmas—and to all good night!

ALL.
Good night!

[SANTA _and the children go off L. and the sleigh-bells
jingle away into the distance_.]

QUEEN. Quick! Let’s to work, my subjects dear!
And share the joy of spreading Christmas cheer!

[_The gifts are taken from the bag by the_ QUEEN _and_
JACK FROST, _and distributed among the audience
by_ FAIRIES _and_ ELVES. _If this ending is not
desired, the “Hail to Santa Claus” chorus may be
repeated after_ SANTA’S _exit, to the accompaniment
of his bells, and the play closed in this manner_.]

WHICH SHALL BE KING?

(_A Christmas Play in One Act_)

BY ANNA VAN MARTER JONES

SCENE

Any stage or platform large enough to hold all the
actors for final chorus and dance—with wings
screened from view where players may sit when not
on the stage. No curtain required, the only “stage
setting” being a large chair at back of stage and
twelve (or six) small chairs placed about the stage
leaving center free.

CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY

FATHER TIME, a tall boy in gown, with white
hair and beard; carries a scythe and an hour-glass.

HERALD, boy in page’s suit.

JURY, twelve or six boys and girls in school
clothes, having dolls, teddy-bears, books or
toys—as if meeting for play.

MASTER JANUARY, boy—suit of white—leggings,
trousers, sweater, and stocking cap—trimmed with
white cotton; carries a large, white-covered book
on which _Resolutions_ is printed in bold
relief.

LITTLE NEW YEAR, tiny child, also in white,
carrying sleigh-bells; one who can sing.

MISS FEBRUARY, girl—blue cap, white blouse,
red skirt, the last trimmed with silver hearts and
birds; carries a small flag and a large valentine.

BLUSTER MARCH, boy—wearing overcoat, mittens,
“pull-down” cap and tippet; carries a huge kite, a
large top, and a bag of marbles.

FOUR WINDS,[1] four smaller lads, who can
sing; costumes: gray gowns with large kimono-like
sleeves covering hands; and pointed hoods of same
material.

BABY APRIL, small girl—dress, lavender; a
“red ridinghood” cape of pale green; carries some
tiny white flowers.

THE PRINCESS MAY, tall girl—in pink gown,
with wreath of green vines and pink flowers;
carries wild flowers.

MAY’S ATTENDANTS,[2] six or twelve smaller
boys and girls—in white costumes, who dance about
her or do a simple Maypole dance.

SUMMER-HEARTED JUNE, girl, in white with
wreath of roses; carries large bunch of roses.

JOLLY JULY, boy, in Uncle Sam suit; carries
bunch of sky-rockets and toy pistol.

MISS LEISURE AUGUST, girl, in outing
costume—large hat, etc.; carries tennis racquet,
fishing rods, and golf sticks.

SCHOOL-DAY SEPTEMBER, boy, in school suit,
laden with huge strap full of school books.

GOLDEN OCTOBER, girl, in light brown dress
trimmed with autumn leaves; carries basket of red
apples.

LITTLE LEAVES,[3] six tiny girls in red and
yellow dresses.

HARVEST NOVEMBER, boy, in cook’s cap and
apron; carrying, on a tray, a turkey.

ASSISTANT COOKS, four boys similarly
dressed, each bearing on his tray a portion of
the Thanksgiving dinner described in his lines.

DEAR DECEMBER, a large boy, dressed as Santa
Claus and carrying a small Christmas tree.

MUSIC throughout the play may be produced by a
pianist, an orchestra, or a chorus of children. Any
suitable selections may be substituted for those
here suggested. The play moves on well with only
piano interludes.

[1] May be left out of cast without interfering with action.

[2] May be left out of cast without interfering with action.

[3] May be left out of cast without interfering with action.

THE PLAY

[_Enter, left wing, six or a dozen school children,
talking, laughing, hurrying in. They discover_
FATHER TIME _standing at right front of stage,
leaning on his scythe, and looking much disturbed_.]

CHILDREN. [_Cheerily._] Good evening, Father Time.

FATHER TIME. [_Very sadly._] Good evening, little
folks.

BOY. [_Aside._] The old man looks terribly blue
to-night, doesn’t he?

GIRL. Sh! Don’t let him hear you say that—Poor
old Father Time!

FATHER TIME. You may well say “Poor old Father
Time.”

CHILDREN. [_Together._] Why, have you had bad
luck, Father Time?

FIRST GIRL. Are you ill?

SECOND GIRL. Can’t we help you?

FATHER TIME. [_Shakes his head several times most
sorrowfully, then steps forward as if suddenly struck
with a fine idea._] Perhaps you can help me,—yes, I
do believe you children are the very ones who can.

CHILDREN. [_Eagerly._] Oh, tell us how!
[_They gather near him._]

FATHER TIME. Well, my dears, a sad state of affairs
exists in my family. I’m ashamed to tell you—but
my twelve children have been quarreling.

CHILDREN. Children quarreling! How shocking!

FATHER TIME. True, true, my friends. And the
worst of it is that they declare they will never leave
off wrangling until one of them has proven his right
to be king. But if one of the twelve can make good
his claim to sovereignty, the rest are ready to crown
him and will become his loyal subjects—so they say.

BOY. Well, Father Time, why don’t you decide
which is your best child, and appoint him king, and
so settle the whole matter?

FATHER TIME. Oh, a father cannot select his best
child. All the children in a family must be equal in
their parents’ eyes, you understand. But [_tapping
his forehead_] I think I see how this unfortunate dispute
can be ended. I’ll go talk to those months of
mine—I’ll ask them to submit to a trial by jury—and
if they will do that—

CHILDREN. [_With great glee._] We may be the
jury? Oh, goody!

FATHER TIME. Perhaps—maybe—But wait you
here—I’ll bring you their decision. [_Goes out
right wing._]

[_The_ CHILDREN _form ring and play
drop the handkerchief, but rush at_ FATHER
TIME _pell-mell when he returns_.]

CHILDREN. May we decide? Are we the judges,
Father Time?

FATHER TIME. Softly, softly—judges must be
grave and sober, you know. [CHILDREN _stand very
straight and look most solemn_.] Yes, the twelve
months agree to present their claims to you. They
say you will be fair, for they have heard that children
always speak the truth.

CHILDREN. Quite right—we always do speak the truth.

FATHER TIME. Now take you each a chair [CHILDREN
_obey_] and sit you here. [CHILDREN _seat themselves
in two rows at left front of stage facing toward
center partially_.] Be very careful how you look and
how you listen. Think hard before you give your
judgment—for what you decide will make one child
of mine a sovereign.

[FATHER TIME _seats himself at back of stage_.]

FATHER TIME. [_Calls._] Ho, Herald.

HERALD. [_Entering from left wing._] Yes, your
reverence—I come, your reverence.

FATHER TIME. Go, bid my children be ready in the
anteroom, and when they are assembled bring hither
each in turn.

HERALD. Yes, your reverence; I go, your reverence.
[_Goes out at right wing._]

[_Music and sleigh-bells heard. Short instrumental
selection or sleighing song._]

[_Enter_ HERALD _with_ MASTER JANUARY _and the_ LITTLE
NEW YEAR.]

HERALD. [_To_ JURY.] Honorable judges, this is
Master January.

[JANUARY _bows to_ JURY _and recites_.]
I’m the first month, as you see,
And there is a charm to me,
For all that’s old or bad I hide away;
And I bring this book so white
Where each one of you may write
Resolutions to be good from day to day.
And this little fellow here,
My delightful chum, New Year,
Just think of all the treasures he will bring.
I am sure you’ll vote for me,
For I know you will agree
That you choose me—when you hear him sing.

[LITTLE NEW YEAR _sings, “I am the little
New Year.”_ _Jenks’ Kindergarten Songs._]

JURY. A very good pair and a nice little song—
But we cannot say you—you may pass right along.

[_Exit_ JANUARY _and_ NEW YEAR _to left._]

[_Music_—_A Patriotic Air played or sung._]

[_Enter_ HERALD _and_ MISS FEBRUARY.]

HERALD. Allow me to present Miss February.

MISS FEBRUARY. [_Recites._]
Think well of the heroes you honor and bless.
I bring you their birthdays and so rather guess
That from pride in your country you’ll surely choose me.
For Lincoln and Washington both did you see.
But if to appreciate them you’re too small
Then surely St. Valentine’s day wins you all.

JURY. We love you and we honor you
But for a queen you will not do.
[_Exit_ FEBRUARY.]

[_Enter_ HERALD _and_ BLUSTER MARCH, _followed by the_
FOUR WINDS, _who wave their arms like fans as they
approach._]

HERALD. This is Bluster March.

BLUSTER MARCH. [_Recites._]
Ho, ho, ho! Can’t we blow,
These little winds and I!
We clear the earth for flowers’ birth
And frolic in the sky.
I bring the marbles, tops, and kites
In which the small boy so delights.
And better still, I always bring
The promise of approaching spring.

[WINDS _sing “The Winds.”_
_Modern Music Series, First Book._]

JURY. You are a jolly fellow true,
But not for kings such lads as you.

[_Exit_ MARCH _and the_ WINDS.]

[_Enter_ HERALD _coaxing little_ APRIL _to follow. She
hangs back and seems so shy that_ HERALD _has to
push her gently toward the_ JURY.]

HERALD. This is Baby April.

BABY APRIL. [_Wipes her eyes, and says_:]
I’m ’most too small to go about
Without some grown-up guides.
I can’t help crying—I must pout—
But I can smile besides.
And when my little form is seen
The dreary world awakes all green.

JURY. O, April, you’re too timid quite
To rule the year—trot out of sight.
[_Exit_ APRIL.]

[_Music._ _May song sung or May dance played._]

[_Enter_ HERALD, PRINCESS MAY
_and_ DANCERS.]

HERALD. Honorable judges, allow me to present
the Princess May and her train.

[_All bow. The dancers place the crown on_ MAY’S _head
and form for the dance which immediately follows.
At its close_ MAY _recites._]

Hear the birds a-singing,
See the leaping rill,
How they greet my coming
Over vale and hill.
In my hands are blossoms,
On my face a smile,
And my days of sunshine
Sadness will beguile.

JURY. You surely are a lovely lass—
But not a queen—so you must pass.

[_Exit_ MAY _and train._]

[_Music._]

[_Enter_ HERALD _and_ JUNE.]

HERALD. Honorable judges, Miss Summer-hearted
June.

JUNE. [_Recites._]

Oh, take me for your queen,
For surely ne’er was seen
A fairer, sweeter, dearer month than I.
I bring the balmy weather
When roses crowd together,
And blueness makes the beauty of the sky.
But when my moon so tender
Sheds over all its splendor
It seems that heaven itself is drawing nigh.

JURY. You’re dear and fair and sweet
But not for queenship meet.

[_Exit_ JUNE.]

[_Music. “Yankee Doodle.” Drumming and noise
of fire-crackers._]

[JULY _rushes on to stage unannounced, shoots his
cap pistol and says to_ JURY:]

You know me, boys—and girls, you do,
The month of the year I am sure for you—
With crackers and cannon and squibs and rockets,
And pistols and caps in small boys’ pockets—
With fireworks and music and jolly noise,
I’m the favorite month with girls and boys.
Now am I not, Eh?

JURY. [_With hands over their ears._]
We love you once in a long year
But more than that would tire, we fear.
[_Exit_ JULY.]

[_Music—Waltz or Boat Song._]

[_Enter_ HERALD _and_ AUGUST.]

HERALD. Honorable judges, permit me to introduce
to you Miss Leisure August.

AUGUST. [_Recites._]
Picnics by the lakeside,
Fishing in the bay,
Hammocks on the porches,
Idleness all day.
Golfing on the meadows,
Bathing in the sea,
Surely for a monarch
You’d be glad of me.

JURY. [_With great disapproval._]
Ninety in the shade—
Never you, fair maid!

[_Exit_ AUGUST.]

[_Music. “School Days.”_]

[_Enter_ HERALD _and_ SEPTEMBER.]

HERALD. The Jury knows School-day September.

SEPTEMBER. [_Recites._]
You know me well for I’m the day
When school begins and stops your play;
When packing up your books, you go
Where you must study—

JURY. [_Interrupting._] Oh, oh, oh!
We never could have you for king—
Why, that would be a dreadful thing!
[_Exit_ SEPTEMBER.]

[_Music. “October’s Bright Blue Weather.”
Modern Music Reader, Book II._]

[_Enter_ HERALD _and_ OCTOBER.]

HERALD. Honorable judges, Golden October.

OCTOBER. [_Recites._]
I’m the month of wonderful color—to me
Belongs the beauty of changing tree.
Nuts drop for my friends on the countryside,
And over the landscape far and wide
I spread the loveliest purple haze
To soften the sun on my warmest days.
While over the meadows, growing brown,
The beautiful leaves come fluttering down.

[_Enter little_ LEAVES, _dancing to front of stage where
they sing “Come Little Leaves.” Kindergarten Song._]

JURY. We can’t choose you, October gay,
For long enough you never stay.

[_Music. Song—“Come, ye thankful people.”
Any Hymnal._]

[_Enter_ HERALD, _followed by chief cook_
NOVEMBER _and his assistants._]

HERALD. Harvest November.

NOVEMBER. Come along, my helpers true,
Show the jury what we do.
Here’s a dinner for you all—
Turkey here for large and small.

FIRST ASSISTANT. Celery and squash for you—

SECOND ASSISTANT. Cranberries and jelly, too.

THIRD ASSISTANT. Pumpkin pies and mince, as well.

FOURTH ASSISTANT. Raisins rich and nuts to shell.

NOVEMBER. While a song of thanks we sing—

[_They sing—Repeating the first stanza of
“Come, ye thankful people.”_]

Will you choose me for your king?

JURY. We love you well but not the best,
So you must go and join the rest.

[_Exit_ NOVEMBER _and the cooks_.]

[_Bells are heard and a Christmas carol outside._]

[_The_ JURY _exhibit great excitement and
show by pantomime that they know what is coming now_.]

[_Enter_ HERALD _followed by_ DEAR DECEMBER.]

[_The_ JURY _rise in haste and clapping hands rush to
meet_ DECEMBER, _shouting_:]

Here is the king!
[_They surround him joyfully._]

FIRST GIRL. You bring us Christmas day!

BOY. With wonderful Christmas stories!

GIRL. And the bells—

GIRL. And the stockings—

BOY. And Christmas trees—and Santa Claus—

BOY. And love to us all with peace and good will.

ALL. Oh, dear December, your praise we sing,
We know all choose you for their king.

[_They sing an appropriate Christmas song._]

FATHER TIME. [_Coming forward._] Have you
chosen the king?

CHILDREN. Yes, yes, Father Time, December is the
king.

FATHER TIME. And you have chosen well, for this
is the month of love, and love is always king. Herald!

HERALD. Yes, your reverence, I am here, your
reverence.

FATHER TIME. Go bid my other children come and
greet their rightful king.

[HERALD _goes out_.]

[_The others return and passing before_ DECEMBER
_salute him with low bows and curtsies, forming
two circles about him. When all have come they
dance about_ DECEMBER, _singing—“Hail, Old Father
Christmas.” Modern Music Series, First Book._]

[_At the final phrase of the chorus all wave a good-by
to the audience._]

_The Christmas Conspiracy_

A Christmas Play For Boys and Girls

By Elizabeth Woodbridge

CHARACTERS

REAL CHILDREN, Harry, Nell, Bobby, Dot.
MOTHER GOOSE CHILDREN, Jack, Jill, Miss Muffet, Boy Blue,
Simple Simon, Jack Horner, Bo-Peep,
Mistress Mary Quite Contrary.
MOTHER GOOSE.
SANTA CLAUS.

SCENE
A dimly lighted sitting-room, showing a fireplace and
at least one window. Leaning against the wall
beside the fire place, a huge book of nursery
rimes, with a picture of Mother Goose on the cover.

TIME
The night before Christmas.