Editor Justin Chanda herein presides over a literary tour de force, having cajoled six Newbery Award authors into each writing a one-act play to be performed by and for upper elementary and middle schoolers.No problem, you say, for such a star-studded stable of wordsmiths to whip out one short (thirty minutes or less) drama each? Well, just to up the ante, Chanda throws in a second challenge: each play has to include in context all of these words: dollop, hoodwink, Justin, knuckleball, panhandle, and raven. And the results are, to say the least, not too shabby!
Acting Out
Sharon Creech (Walk Two Moons)
Newbery author (Bridge to Terabithia)
Avi, recipient of the Newbery for Crispin: Cross of Lead, The,
My favorite playwright here, though, for his homespun humor and wittily macabre ending, is Richard Peck, (winner for A Year Down Yonder)
When their just-graduated-from-normal-school teacher is strangely delayed, however, they get a substitute who makes Miss Viola Swamp look like a super model--ancient, "gray, black, and green from head to tail," and carrying a forbidding batch of willow switches under one arm. Miss Dollop takes charge all right, and the jig is up for the three co-conspirators. Miss Dollop seems to see and hear everything and even declares that Theodore Roosevelt has become president, even though everybody, even Cecil, the class dunce, knows it's William McKinley.
When at last Miss Starbody appears, the victim of a unfortunate carriage accident, Miss Dollop takes her leave, but fear of enjoying her professional services again leads the students to mind their lessons, inquire frequently about Miss Starbody's health, and keep her well out of drafts and harm's way.
But as the boys soon learn, Miss Dollop is never very far away. While hunting hickory nuts, the three cross through the graveyard hard by the schoolyard privies, and Cecil stops to get a burr out of his boots.
(Cecil leans against a solid object to pull off his boot)
WILLARD: And don't lean on a tombstone. It don't show respect.
CECIL: It ain't nobody we know of, is it?
(The three hunker to read the tombstone.)
WILLARD (quoting): "Miss Delilah Dollop, born 1799, schoolmistress to the district, faithful to the last."
JUSTIN (continuing): "Died at her desk--Rest in Peace. Spelling Counts."
CECIL (concluding): "Served out her final semester in the year of 1876."
(All three boys freeze, stare at one another, then slowly turn toward the audience, eyes round with horror. The lights dim.)
WILLARD (to audience): Come to find out Miss Dollop had been dead for right at twenty-five years that morning she floated out of the graveyard, through the outhouse and effigy, to substitute at Panhandle Ridge School. But that's a teacher for you. Show her a classroom full of kids and a pointer, and she'll move heaven and earth to get there. [Blackout]
Know some blase' middle schoolers who think drama is bo-ring? Have them stage this one--or any one of the other solid one-act plays in this stellar collection--and they'll change their tune. And if not, a visit from Miss Delilah Dollop should alter their opinions.
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