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v Vw '-Vr a t ' ? 4 U ^ v,v-: ? ?????1 ?? ? ? *. -v . ?? - ?/-> ? ? ?v- ? WTIYRlie THE most impressive and remarkable pro test against the Heedlessness, the bru tality and the wanton wastefulness of war was voiced recently in New York by the world famous theatrical organization known as "The Lambs." "The Lambs" is a unique club, of which the foremost actors in America are members. Each year they give what they call a "Gambol." At their Gambols The Lambs always hit the keynote of the moment. It was to be expected, therefore, that this year, with its cloud of slaughter hanging over the whole world, something remarkable in the way of a war play would be produced- In George V. Hobart's extraordinary allegory which he called "Why?" this note was struck. "Why?" is really a morality play. The drama has ifcs root in morality plays. This form still retains its direct appeal to the human heart, and in it Hobart found his most effective vehicle to bring fortfc Mi pio ture of the underlying causes, the development and the futile end of war. In "Why?" mo tives, principles and all the other abstract fac tors of life are personified by actual men and women. This remarkable play, which v moved thou sands who saw it and whioh is really the pro test of the theatrical profession or America against war, could only, because of the few performances given by "The Lambs," be Been by comparatively a limited number of people. It probably will be produced in amplified form during the Winter. In the meantime, not wishing the lesson to be lost, this newspaper is enabled to print some pictures of the more remarkable scenes, pictures never before shown, and through the courtesy of Mr. Ho bart is able to present the powerful allegory in the following abridged form. rH< Devotion, Innocence and Duty. DEVOTION?Look! In her baby eyes she's asking why her father has to go? , C DUTY (to the child)?Because, dear, your father's name is Duty?end this is the hour of sacrifice. 8CENE I. Where the storm begins. A garden with a beautiful landacape on a Summer afternoon. Faith, a girl In simple white Summer dress, is gathering roses. Sensible, a quaint, old-fashioned character, Is sitting on a stone. Faith talks with him and then Valor enters. Discontent?-Valor! your father calls! (Bugles heard.) Courage?Yea, your father calls?damn him!?why do you hesitate? (Striket Valor across face with glove.) Valor (about to strike back)?You!-* Falth?Valor! Valor (restraining himself)?Oh, God! the dream?the dream come true! And only through setlf-sacrlflce and* Death can peaoe return from the wilderness where she is banished. Go on, father! I?I follow. (Exeutd Discontent and Valor. Bugle calls, voices, ito., off.) Faith (in agony to Content)?Father, what does it mean? CoUrage?War! Content?There'B a holiday In hell, daugh ter; a holiday in hell! Faith?God In His Heaven! Why, why, why? (tearfull v)^?1os?yea?I?'?I'm pAITH?-Valor, dear, I didn't expect to see * you to-day. ^ Valor?No, dear?but I just had to aee you. My father, Discontent, Is in one of his mad moods,.and I came to you, Faith, dear, for comfort. Faith?That la as it should be always, dear Valor. But your father's mad mood Isn't everything that's wrong. Tell me, what is it, dear? Your eyes "are troubled and your hands unsteady. Valor?A dream, Faith; a dream. Faith?A dream! You, Valor, troubled by a dream?' Valor?Yes, dear. It was 80 real. An hour ago in our own garden I sat to rest from the sun?and' I slept and dreamed. And in that dream the hevaens changed. The blue sky was blotted out in the blind ing smoke?the voices of the birds were drowned in the roar of guns, and Death Death stalked abroad and grinned and '? reaped his harvest. Faith?It was of war you dreamed? Valor?Yes. dear?war! I dreamed that all that were human became as beasts, and, shaking themselves free from their llgnt covering of Christianity, tore and gnawed at each other's throats. Hell vomited forth her legions of destruction and the stars around us stopped in their flight to watch a world gone mad with savagery and hate. Faith?It was but a dream! Valor?Of course?it was a dream?that's all?a dream! Faith?And how can such a dream of hor ror live for a moment in the bright sunlight of reality? Valor?True! true! How can such a dream live In the sunlight? Faith?My father would have to quarrel with your father?and?why, there's noth ing for them to quarrel about, is there? Valor4?Of course there isn't. I'm sorry I spoke about the dream?let us sit over here and talk of other things. (They go to a bench and sit there.) You love me. don't you? Faith?Forever and forever! Valor?God bless you! (Embraces her. Voices heard off.) Who is that? Faith?It is my father. Content! (Enter Content, an elderly man, soft-voiced and dig nified. Valor tells him how he loves his daughter Faith. Courage, Content's son, en ters. He is overjoyed at the love between his sister and Valor. Valor and Faith exit.) Courage?Don't you think they will bo happy together, Father? Content?Yes, my son; they will be happv together always if Fate, the Jester, doesn't happen to notice them and choose them as playthings. (Drum roll heard off?not loud.) Courage?What's that? Content?Our cousin. Discontent, per haps. Courage (looking off)?Yen, Father, it is. But why the drum? Content?His moods are many. And it may be that the music of the drum makes his footsteps lighter. Since his visits are few and far between, we shall forget the manner of his coming in the warmth of our welcome. (Enter Discontent, tall, dignified, iron-gray hair, nervous, irritable, clad in semi' military attire. There are three of his sol diers with him.) * Content?It is so good of you, Discontent, to come to see us here in our quiet garden ?you are mora than welcome. Discontent?I know. You say that to everybody?and you mean it. Oh. I give you credit?but I can't say It?there are fewr who come to my garden and welcome. Content?Have you ever them welcome? ?Discontent?I don't see the sense of it Content?I feel sometimes that my smlla reflects the happiness of my people. Discontent?How do you know they are happy? Content?I know?because they are care free. They are happy in their work?happy In their homes?happy in their children. Discontent?Well, they're fooling you. But my people don't fool me. I know they're not happy. Why should they be? This World wasn't made for happy people. Content?In this -best of all good worlds why shouldn't I find good In everything? Discontent (who has been sipping wine, suddenly throws glass away and gets ap quickly)?Oh, to hell with this stuff! (Cour age takes a step toward Discontent.) Content (dismayed)?Cousin, I'm aston ished!. Discontent (angrily to Courage)?Why did you take a step toward me? Courage?Because you Content?Quiet, son! (To Discontent) What's the use of quarreling over nothing? Discontent?Nothing! There must have been some reason for it or I wouldnt quar rel. There was a reason, wasn't there? Content?I don't know what it is?unless the wine was not to your liking. (Content's three servants in background snicker.) Discontent?There! you hear that?they laughed at me! (Turns to his three soldiers,) You heard them laugh at me?your duty! (Three soldiers aim. guns?flre^-the three servants fall?dead. Courage goes to them.) Discontent?Now, there's a reason?Isn't there? (To soldiers) Go! Call my people together! (Soldiers exeunt. Faith and Valor run on from right). Valor?What haB happened? Discontent?My son! stand here by my side! (Valor starts). Faith?Valor! (Valor hesitates.) SCENE II. Where the storm Increases. A rural landscape, a field of corn and fence In the foreground. Sensible is standing by the fence. There ia a gun lying at his feet. A bugle call ia heard as curtain is rising. Phlegmatic Q enters, dressed in street clothes. He carries a gun. Phlegmatic, you're Sensible?weir, ing, are you? Phlegmatic?Yes, Sensible. Sensible?I don't want to be inquisitive, Phlegmatic, but why are you going? Phlegmatic?Well, if it'a written that way I don't see what I gain by dodging the issue. I've put my house iu order, and, well, what ever Is to be will be! (Buglfr call.) There it 1b.' So long! (Exit. Phlegmatic. Enter Energy.) Sensible?You're off, too, are you, Energy? Energy?Look at me?see the life?the vitality?the strength?that's what is want ed, isn't it? (Exit Energy. Enter Venture.) Sensible?Well, Venture, why are you going? Venture?Why? Think of the mystery of It?I don't kni>w what Is In Btore for me and I'm curious. Out there, the plank I'll walk between Life and Death will be so narrow that my nerves will be all a-tingle with . the uncertainty of every moment. (Bugle-call.) That's for me! (Exit Venture. Enter Thrift.) Sensible?Well, my friend Thrift, why are you going? Thrift?Because It's twelve dollars a month and no board to pay. (Enter Boast ful.) Boastful?Hello, Sensible! Sensible?Oh! Boastful! so you're going? and why? Boastful?I'm going because I can do big things?because single-handed I can cap ture a trench myself. You know what I've done in times of peace?ever see any man could lick me? Well, wait tilt you sea-iqe now in times of war. (Bugle call) That's me! Say! watch me?that's all! It's my war from now on! (Exit Boastful. Enter Cowardice. He walks on reluctantly.) Sensible (turns?sees him)?Well, bless my soul. Cowardice You don't mean to tell me you're going? ) Cowardice (tearfullt/jx?l going? Sensible?But why, Cowardice? Cowardice?I don't know?I'm frightened, 1 tell you, I'm afraid to stay home?and I'm afraid to go. (Bugle call.) Oh. my God, that's for me! Oh! what'll I do? what'll I do? It's no good for me to go? something In my brain telling me?telling me to hide?to run away and hide. Ohl God help me! God help me! (Exit Cow ardice. Enter Patriotic.) Sensible?Well, Patriotic, all ready for the uniform, eh? Patriotic?Yes, Sensible, I'm ready, and I've been ready ever since I was old enough to lift thla gun! Sensible?And why are you going, Patri otic? Patriotic?Way? Because my beloved country calls me?she calls?and if I had a thousand lives I'd give them all to help save her honor (Exit Patriotic. Enter Duty, a man; Devotion, a woman, and Innocence, a child.) Duty?Now, Devotion, dear, we must part. Devotion (smiling)?Yes, Duty, I know! Look! In her baby eyes she's asking why her father has to go? Duty (to the child)?Because, dear, your father's name Is Duty?and this is the hour of sacrifice! Sensible?And this is the hour of sacri fice?I w'onder if that Is the best reason of all. SCENE III. In the Fury of the 8torm. The battlefield. A trench. In the distance trees. The telephone In the trench rings, Courage takea the order. The sound of rapid fir ing is heard. Bullets strike the trench embankment. Indifference enters. He Is warned by Sensible, but exposes himself, and falla dead. Boastful falls asleep. Duty falls backward, mortally wounded, Into Senslble's arms, who binds a handkerchief about hia head.