It's been years since I got a yellow card
Curtain rises. Scene: Nauvoo, Illinois, ca. 1840. JOSEPH SMITH (JS) stands looking speculatively around at the Mormons grubbing, scavenging, and hammering together shacks in the former town of Commerce.
Enter BULLY SHUXTER (BS), trotting and breathing noisily. He runs over to JS and stands gaping worshipfully up at him.
BS: Oh! Prophet Smith! This is such a nonner! I am so excited! I have a burning in my breast! Aw the sight of you!
(JS looks around to see who’s talking to him. Then he glances down and notices BS.)
JS (genially): Why howdy do, little feller! What can ye do fer me?
(Note: The actor playing JS must adopt a reasonably authentic dialect and manner of speaking. This will involve rolling together Mortimer Snerd, Foghorn P. Leghorn, and W. C. Fields. It won’t be easy.)
BS: Oh, Prophet! I can’t do more than be here in your holy presence! The blessed truth pours over me and cures my many ills!
JS (less genially): Waal that’s jest fine, my boy. But what I meant was, do yer tithe?
BS: Uh. Well, see, I get these pains in my learning curve. The Theory of Body Signals means I can’t hold down a job too good, but if I did, I, um, guess I’d tithe. If you insist, I mean.
JS (already fed up): Why tarnation it, ain’t you read what I said, I mean god said, in the Book of Yeehaw, chapter one? About sell all ye got and cough up, sucker?
BS: Oh! Prophet! I fear I never heard of that book! Izzit [crossing himself] in the BOM?
JS (smirking): No, but it will be purty soon. Ye kin take that fer gospel! Dang if I don’t feel a revelation comin’ on right now! [he begins to declaim; nearby Mormons doff their hats] Fill the pockets of the anointed one with silver, yay even unto gold! And it came to pass (I shore love the sound of them words!) that they all fell to filling, until the prophet couldn’t hardly waddle home!
BS (half prostrated with piety): Aw Prophet! I hear and bleeve!
Blackout. Lights come up to reveal BS in his room in his mother’s basement. He has fallen from his cot and sits up muzzily, shaking his head. It was all a dream.
BS (to audience): Yeah, it was all a dream! ‘N you can’t prove it wasn’t true! That’s my default and [shrieking] I’M STICKIN’ TO IT!
As he blows a wet and defiant razzbery, the curtain mercifully falls.
Curtain rises. Scene: Nauvoo, Illinois, ca. 1840. JOSEPH SMITH (JS) stands looking speculatively around at the Mormons grubbing, scavenging, and hammering together shacks in the former town of Commerce.
Enter BULLY SHUXTER (BS), trotting and breathing noisily. He runs over to JS and stands gaping worshipfully up at him.
BS: Oh! Prophet Smith! This is such a nonner! I am so excited! I have a burning in my breast! Aw the sight of you!
(JS looks around to see who’s talking to him. Then he glances down and notices BS.)
JS (genially): Why howdy do, little feller! What can ye do fer me?
(Note: The actor playing JS must adopt a reasonably authentic dialect and manner of speaking. This will involve rolling together Mortimer Snerd, Foghorn P. Leghorn, and W. C. Fields. It won’t be easy.)
BS: Oh, Prophet! I can’t do more than be here in your holy presence! The blessed truth pours over me and cures my many ills!
JS (less genially): Waal that’s jest fine, my boy. But what I meant was, do yer tithe?
BS: Uh. Well, see, I get these pains in my learning curve. The Theory of Body Signals means I can’t hold down a job too good, but if I did, I, um, guess I’d tithe. If you insist, I mean.
JS (already fed up): Why tarnation it, ain’t you read what I said, I mean god said, in the Book of Yeehaw, chapter one? About sell all ye got and cough up, sucker?
BS: Oh! Prophet! I fear I never heard of that book! Izzit [crossing himself] in the BOM?
JS (smirking): No, but it will be purty soon. Ye kin take that fer gospel! Dang if I don’t feel a revelation comin’ on right now! [he begins to declaim; nearby Mormons doff their hats] Fill the pockets of the anointed one with silver, yay even unto gold! And it came to pass (I shore love the sound of them words!) that they all fell to filling, until the prophet couldn’t hardly waddle home!
BS (half prostrated with piety): Aw Prophet! I hear and bleeve!
Blackout. Lights come up to reveal BS in his room in his mother’s basement. He has fallen from his cot and sits up muzzily, shaking his head. It was all a dream.
BS (to audience): Yeah, it was all a dream! ‘N you can’t prove it wasn’t true! That’s my default and [shrieking] I’M STICKIN’ TO IT!
As he blows a wet and defiant razzbery, the curtain mercifully falls.