CAST
The Company:
Joan Bengel
Rich McFate
Tim Moreland
Mary Kay Briddle
Scott Moreland
Barb Langdon
Mike Born
Karen Riegel
Sylvia Burke
Joan Langdon
Bill Meier
Pam Heine
Ellen Zachary
Kyle Caskey
Paul Riegel
Bob Large
Brigit Hays
David Mead
Brenda Wolfley
Jeff Davidsmeyer
Noreen Ten Eyck
Lorraine Laurent
Connie Evans
Melanie Wittman
Rich Lowery
Scott Dewitt
Pamela Laurent
Elaine J Smith
Al Lewis
PRODUCTION STAFF
Director – Eugene Laurent
Musical Director – Rich McFate
Musicians — Rich McFate, Mike Born & Stan Maddox
Production Coordinator – Sylvia Burke
Technical Director – William Browning
Assistant Director – Elaine J Smith
Lighting – Rodney Williams, Todd Evans, Holliday Milby,
Laura Laughlin, Sue Moreland & Ann Large
Stage Managers – Kathleen Mudd, William Browning & Rodney Williams
Set Construction – Jim Burke family, Dale Bernahl, Connie Evans, Todd Evans,
Kathleen Mudd, Elaine J Smith, Paul & Karen Riegel, Bob & Ann Large, Gene Sherrow,
Dave Mead, Tim Moreland, Scott Moreland, Rodney Williams, Sandy Williams,
Dave Stacey, Tim Camey, Bridgette Trumbo, Tim Hutson, Martha Cadet,
Dawn Chambers, Melissa Wakefield, Cindy Lewis, Lynda Csernovicz & Lora Halterman.
Costumes – Sandra Williams, Karen Riegel & Pam Laurent
Publicity – Susan Weller, Gene Sherrow & Ron Goodrich
Vocal Coach – Lorraine Laurent
Marquee – Noreen Ten Eyck
Tickets – Judy Driver & Maxine Kuhlman
Program –Ann Large & Noreen Ten Eyck
House Coordinator – Helen Ronat
(Program courtesy of Sylvia Burke)
GALLERY
IN THE NEWS
Dr. Eugene Laurent, Bill Browning, R.D. Williams & Sandy Williams
About the play
About the play…
What you will see tonight is an aggregate of the works of some of my favorite people: Jules Feiffer,
Noel Coward, Woody Allen, Mike Nichols, Elaine May, Tom Lehrer, Barbra Streisand, Victor Herbert,
Pablo Picasso, Thomas Jefferson, Larry Breeding, Voltaire, Dostoevsky, Jonas Salk, Steve Merle,
Konstantine Stanislavski, Lou Catron, Johnny Weismueller, Henry Fonda, Ingrid Bergman,
Marlon Brando, Sue Conrad, Bernard Shaw, Rick Hall, John Adams, Aris Tompulis,
Orlando Cabrera, and last and least, Miss Piggy. There are others, myriad others, but alas and alack they had nothing whatever to do with this show. Neither did most of the names mentioned above.
If you are not amused by our humble theatrical effort, if you are angered by it, disgusted by it, or in any way not given to mirth, blame me. Revile me, taunt me, attack me in print and burn stuff on my lawn, but think of the poor performers. They have, with stout and loyal hearts, given their best, their all. They will bear their souls to you. They come before you like innocent children in fear of the slaughter.
I ask you, not for myself, but for them; treat them kindly. Encourage their feeble efforts. If you do not laugh and make general sounds of enjoyment, if you do not applaud with gusto, they will know! And they will be withered, crushed, empty shells, faint shadows of their former selves. If you do not encourage them, think what the effects will be. The mothers will no longer be capable of nurturing, the nurses will lose their compassion, the salesman their self esteem, the lawyers their drive towards justice, the students their lust for knowledge, the children their innocence, and the figure skater her balance. I place my trust in you.
You have a duty to humanity here tonight.
Finally, I ask you to consider my wife and children. They are here tonight. If you asked me to apologize at the conclusion of this noble effort, I will. If you demand that I commit hari-kari on stage, I will. Or, God forbid, you should ask me for a refund of your admission price, I will submit. But think of my poor wife and babes, think that the tar which smears me will besmirch them too. — G.L.