Three Plays - Lawing and Jawing; Forty Yards; Woofing by Zora Neale Hurston
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(Voice inside quarreling) Dress up and strut around! Yes! Play checkers? Yes! Eat? Yes! Work? No!! (The game starts. A period of silence in which they indicate their concentration by frowns, cautious moves, head scratching. GOOD BLACK is pointing his index finger over the board indicating moves. He wig-wags, starts to move, scratches his head thoroughly, changes his mind and fools around without moving) Cliffert Police! Police! Come here and make dis man move! Good Black Aw, I got plenty moves. (Scratches his head) Jus' tryin' to see which one I want to make. But when I do move, it's gointer be just too bad for you. (A guitar is heard off stage and Cliffert brightens. He cups his hand and calls) Cliffert Hey Lonnie! Come here! Ha, ha, ha! I got me a fish. (Enter LONNIE picking "East Coast" on |
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