| One from my long-ago high school days. We were doing a production of Mary Chase's "Mrs. McThing," and I was play Ellsworth, the chef. After a commotion onstage, I am cued to enter, poke my head through the kitchen dutch door, and say, "What's up? What's the beef?" Opening night, the stage crew hadn't fastened the set very well, and, in the commotion preceding my entrance, the entire set collapses--I then had to enter and utter my deathless line. I took one look at the stage, burst into laughter, and walked off (VERY unprofessional of me!). Forty years later, I still think of it and it gives me a grin. Poor Mr. Radford (the director)--we made is life such hell. |
