Ah yes. Time for that grand old holiday full of ghosts, goblins, witches and Halloween plays.
There exists a microscopic subgenre of Halloween-themed plays. Even more microscopic since we’re limiting ourselves to public domain work.
Halloween was celebrated a bit differently 100+ years ago. There seemed to be much more emphasis on the “trick” part as this headline attests:
Even Canadians could not restrain themselves:
And this tragedy:
Slightly less sociopathic activities included various methods on how to divine one’s true love, as this postcard attests:
The reason this applies to Halloween plays is that “romance” on Halloween was a bigger deal then and the plays mention it.
Oh, Halloween postcards were totally a thing.
The first plays I took a look at were by Elizabeth F. Guptill, who wrote a bunch of books for children, including many plays. She also wrote hymns and in 1915 published the The Big Book of Hallowe’en. Several plays are included. However the book should be called The Big Racist Book of Hallowe’en:
Yeah, F that book right into the sun.
Fortunately there were Hallowe’en plays from the same era that weren’t drenched in the vile acid of racism.
Our play is The Haunted Gate by Edyth M. Wormwood, a one-act.
Edyth M.’s maiden name was Guptill and she wrote plays for kids and came from the same state as the other Guptill. This makes me suspect she’s Elizabeth’s daughter/niece/kin. Perhaps racism skips a generation? Hopefully.
The plot (using the term loosely) has high schoolers Marion, Grace, Irene, Marie and Ruth huddled around making Halloween plans. They write all their ideas on pieces of paper and…
Enter the “Booger Man’s Hole” at your peril, kids.
I do enjoy this example of the horror trope of dumb teenagers going where other people are smart enough to not go. Irene explains why:
This play does not mess around! How many other high school plays start off with a double-murder and suicide? Tragical indeed!
Yeah, Marie – only speak when spoken to, impudent child! Nice of the ghosts to re-enact a murder suicide once a year.
Ruth and Marion lack critical thinking skills, probably because they’ve been running with unladylike and ungovernable young ladies.
Angeline at the ripe old age of 35 (or 50) is the intelligent one here. But I do love Grace’s logic involving ghost pistols.
Ralph, Irene’s brother, had been kicked out earlier by the girls, but creeper extraordinaire, he’s been watching and delivers a maniacal monologue after they leave:
Yes, Ralph, you weird bastard, “’twill be more fun than a barrel of monkeys.” And he’s making Halloween “spicier.” Ugh.
Ralph and his brother decide that they’ll re-enact the murder to scare the ladies, because these were before the days of internet trolls.
But didn’t the murder include a woman? Well, duh – they figured that one out:
Poor Don Herrick is gonna get peer-pressured into cross-dressing just to scare some girls. Philip and Ralph could, ya know, find an actual girl. On second thought, probably not. I think we’re looking at the founders of the incel community.
While the proto-incels are planning to punish innocent women, the women are punishing themselves by trying to divine future husbands.
The women prepare to go to the Booger Man’s Hole:
THIS PLAY DOES NOT MESS AROUND!!!
You bring that gun, Aunt Matilda! She’ll be killing a few incels anyways.
Meanwhile, the boys are at the Booger Man’s Hole and are learning the nuances of spooning.
“I saw them spooning at the Booger Man’s Hole” should be a better example.
I know you’re amazed the play has four scenes, too.
“I know I can’t talk like a girl.”
Please, you haven’t even tried.
“When did you get in your practice, and who was your partner?” #guytalk
“Oh, dry up.”
The ladies arrive and find the “ghosts” making out/spooning/engaging in foreplay…and…and…
Let’s dissect what’s going on here.
- Voyeurism. The women stop to watch two ghosts make out, one of whom is a boy dressed like a girl. This fascinates them.
- Ralph has brought his own pistol and pretend-shoots the “lovers.” Talk about spoonus interruptus.
- Aunt Matilda is totally not scared but totally runs away.
- Ruth grabs her aunt’s pistol.
- The “wounded” lovers groan.
- Ralph pretends to kill himself.
So gunslinger Ruth decides to approach the “dead” ghosts with her pistol and you can see what happens…
The play ends in a mixed message. Marie (the smartest character) gets a blackmail gift of Huyler’s chocolate and then everyone decides to cover for the boys’ stupidity. Boys acting dumb and not being held accountable? My how things have changed. Hehe.
You can read this jolly Halloween play in its entirety here.
Wishing everyone a happy and safe Halloween – even found a good song for you!
It is a creepy/campy cover of The Zombies’ Time of the Season. For those of you not familiar with the original, it’s right here:
And now the Batlord version. When I grow up, I wanna be like Batlord.
Join us on Monologue Monday where once again, we’ll have competing monologues!