Miss Mason's orphanage is struggling since the town's gold mine closed and most of the miners moved
away. Lowbrow McSteal wants to buy the orphanage since he owns almost everything in town already—
including the sheriff. Will Miss Mason throw her good name away and dance the tango with Lowbrow in
order to save the orphanage? Will Charlotte marry Deputy Truman? Will Pappy fulfill his life-long dream
of striking it rich with his gold mine? Be ready to boo and cheer your way through this old-fashioned
melodrama!
6 men 7 women extra orphans if desired.
Approximate runing time: 85 ninutes
away. Lowbrow McSteal wants to buy the orphanage since he owns almost everything in town already—
including the sheriff. Will Miss Mason throw her good name away and dance the tango with Lowbrow in
order to save the orphanage? Will Charlotte marry Deputy Truman? Will Pappy fulfill his life-long dream
of striking it rich with his gold mine? Be ready to boo and cheer your way through this old-fashioned
melodrama!
6 men 7 women extra orphans if desired.
Approximate runing time: 85 ninutes
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Thar’s Gold in Them Thar Clothes!
Or Wash My Troubles Away.
By Karl B. Peterson
Copyright 2006
Karl B. Peterson
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CAST
Miss Mason, founder and head of the orphanage.
Lowbrow McSteal, owner of everything in town and is attracted to Miss Mason.
Rob McSteal, one of Lowbrow’s nephews and a villain in training.
Con McSteal, another one of Lowbrow’s nephews and a villain in training also.
Sheriff, Lowbrow’s dishonest sidekick.
Pappy, an old, poor gold miner with a good heart.
Madam Zorra, a gypsy fortune teller.
Truman, a young, handsome, and honest deputy who likes Charlotte.
Charlotte, a young orphan in her late teens or early twenties who likes Truman.
Purity, a young, naive orphan girl.
Faith, another young orphan girl.
Justine, a young orphan girl with a strong sense of fairness.
Charity, a young orphan girl who gets her feelings hurt over a misunderstanding.
Other orphans
The play is set in a traditional school house. It has a large chalkboard center, a storage
cabinet on stage left and an American flag on a pole on the other. The wall is painted
boards or plaster. The two entrances are a hall on stage right going to the back rooms of
the school and a door on stage left that goes to the outside street. The two entrances
could be just the curtains on either side of the backdrop saving the expense of building
the two walls.
ACT I scene 1
The play starts out with MISS MASON stands upstage center in front of the class of
students at the Miss Mason Orphanage. The benches create a V-shape angling
downstage and out from MISS MASON.
MISS MASON: Now class, we need to end our school day— (All the students groan in
sadness.) I know you all love learning. Every child does, but we need put everything
away so we can open our laundry.
CHARLOTTE: (Stand.) Can’t we study a while longer? (Everyone cheers.) I for one
would feel like my Latin is not as good as it should be. (Sit.)
CHARITY: (Stand.) There just isn’t enough hours in the day to satisfy my hunger for
knowledge. (Sit.)
JUSTINE: (Stand.) I was hoping that we could spend extra time on differential calculus.
(the whole class cheers.)
MISS MASON: Maybe on Saturday.
JUSTINE: Can’t we do it before then? (Sit.)
MISS MASON: We can try. (The class adlibs pleases.) I know you love to learn, but
we need to pay for the roof over our heads, so please go and put away your books and
put on your aprons. (Everyone groans.) Come, come. Any work is good as long as it is
honorable. Please get the laundry buckets out and start filling them with water. I want to
start washing in the back room in thirty minutes. We’ll have a lot of washing to do today,
I hope. (The orphans move their benches to the sides and exit stage right as MISS
MASON crosses down center.) I hope providence will send us piles of dirty clothes
today. We certainly need it. (Enter LOWBROW MCSTEAL and the SHERIFF from
stage left. The Sheriff stops at the door.)
LOWBROW: (Crossing to her.) Miss Mason! How are
you today?
MISS MASON: Fine. Thank you. Sheriff.
SHERIFF: (Tipping his hat.) Miss Mason.
LOWBROW: (To the SHERIFF.) You just stand over here
and let me do the talking. Don’t do anything or say anything
unless I tell you to.
SHERIFF: (Repeating.) Don’t do anything or say—
LOWBROW: Did I tell you to talk?
SHERIFF: No, you told me not to talk.
LOWBROW: If I told you not to talk, why are you talking?
(They both stand there looking at each other.)
LOWBROW: Answer my question!
SHERIFF: You told me not to talk.
LOWBROW: Ahhh! You can talk now. (Pause.) Well?
SHERIFF: I forgot what I was going to say.
LOWBROW: Grrrr! Stand here and don’t talk!
SHERIFF: Right! (LOWBROW gives him a hateful look. Sheriff realizes he spoke when
he wasn’t supposed to and pantomimes zipping his mouth closed and throwing away the
key.)
LOWBROW: (Crossing down center.) Miss Mason.
MISS MASON: (Coldly) Mr. McSteal.
LOWBROW: Call me Lowbrow. We see so much of each other that I feel we should be
on a first name basis.
MISS MASON: It wouldn’t be proper for me to be so familiar. I am a lady and you are
a gentlemmmm . . . a gentllllle . . . a man. I was taught at the Angel Heart Orphanage
where I grew up to always use the best of manners.
LOWBROW: Maybe you just want to call me Sweetheart instead!
SHERIFF: My first name is Zedekiah. But most people just call me Sheriff because I—
(He sees LOWBROW’S hateful stare.) Oops! (He pantomimes zipping his mouth
again.)
MISS MASON: Our relationship is only professional. I must set the proper example for
my young students to emulate. I will refer to you as Mr. McSteal and you as Sheriff, and
I would hope you would refer to me as Miss Mason.
LOWBROW: Of course, of course. (Crossing closer to her.) I only hope that someday
you will come think of me as your only true love!
MISS MASON: I don’t want to give you any reason for false hope.
LOWBROW: Oh, come on. Look deep within your heart. Can’t you see us someday
walking hand in hand through a field of daisies? You leaning towards me with your lips all
a quiver?
MISS MASON: I am a religious woman and therefore I do believe in miracles, but I
must say that I cannot imagine you and me together.
LOWBROW: I know that your mouth says “No,” but your eyes say “Kiss me!”
MISS MASON: (Crossing stage left.) Please tell me why you came in here. I’m feeling
rather sick.
SHERIFF: You know, I’m not feeling so well myself. I ate at the saloon for lunch and I
don’t think the stew was as fresh as— (He sees LOWBROW’S look.) Just forget I
said anything.
LOWBROW: I wanted to ask you again if you want to sell me this here school. I’m
willing to give you top dollar for it!
MISS MASON: Top dollar?
LOWBROW: All right. Not top dollar.
MISS MASON: What then?
LOWBROW: How about just a little bit above bottom
dollar?
MISS MASON: (Crossing over to her desk as she straightens out her papers.) I’m not
interested. I have the children to think of. I must provide a roof over their heads and food
for them to eat just like the Angel Heart Orphanage did for me. The children deserve it.
LOWBROW: Children-shmildren. You are going broke running this orphanage.
MISS MASON: But who else will see that these young children have a home and get an
education?
LOWBROW: (Cross down center.) They could go to the school that I went to.
MISS MASON: (Crossing to him.) What school was that?
LOWBROW: The school of hard knocks. My parents threw me out on the streets at the
sweet age of thirty-three and I had to learn how to take care of myself! I learned to live
by my wits. I had only one rule that I lived by: survival! I just wanted to make it through
each day with a little food in my stomach and some way to keep warm. I learned then
that rules were for suckers. All that mattered was winning. How you did it really didn’t
matter, just so long as you won. That’s the lesson you should be teaching here.
MISS MASON: I am afraid, Mr. McSteal, that we have higher goals than that. We are
here to teach our students to be pillars of society and examples to others less fortunate
than we are.
LOWBROW: Yea, yea, yea.
SHERIFF: (Laughing) School of hard knocks! That’s a good one, boss! I never heard
that one before! School of hard knocks. That’s a doosey! (LOWBROW crosses over to
him.)
LOWBROW: Class is now in session. Here’s your first lesson. (He stomps on the
SHERIFF’s foot.)
SHERIFF: Ow! That hurt!
LOWBROW: Shut your mouth or I’ll give you a few more lessons from the school of
hard knocks! (Speaking in a stage whisper.) I’m trying to woo Miss Mason so I can
cheat her out of— I mean talk her out of this here building!
MISS MASON: (Crossing stage right.) If you will excuse me, I have work to do.
(Turns to face him.) Good honest work that puts a roof over the heads of my students
and food in their stomachs so they can get the education they so richly deserve.
LOWBROW: What has it got you? You spend all your time taking care of those little
troublemakers.
MISS MASON: Troublemakers? They aren’t troublemakers. They are our future. They
will lead us into the twentieth century. I don’t need your gold, Mr. McSteal. I have
something more valuable than gold here.
LOWBROW: (Crossing to her.) More valuable than gold? What’s more valuable than
gold?
MISS MASON: If you don’t know, then I am not going to explain it to you. You would
not understand.
LOWBROW: When you mention that something is more valuable than gold, you get my
attention. You can’t change the subject now! (Crossing to him.) Sheriff, arrest this
woman! (SHERIFF crosses toward MISS MASON and starts to take out his
handcuffs.)
SHERIFF: Okey-dockey.
MISS MASON: You can’t arrest me. I have not done anything wrong.
LOWBROW: You upset me. That deserves some jail time.
SHERIFF: Yea, you upset him.
MISS MASON: That isn’t against the law.
SHERIFF: It is in this town.
LOWBROW: I’m the law here!
SHERIFF: I thought I was the law here.
LOWBROW: Well, you’re the law here, but you do what I say, so that makes me the
law here.
SHERIFF: This is getting way too confusing for me.
LOWBROW: Just arrest her.
MISS MASON: Sheriff, where is your decency? Where is your code of honor? Where
is your sense of right and wrong?
SHERIFF: (Checking his pockets.) I had them here just a second ago. Maybe I left them
at the jail.
LOWBROW: Stop listening to her and listen to me!
SHERIFF: But she asked me a question.
LOWBROW: Just forget the whole thing and wait for me outside.
SHERIFF: So you don’t want me to arrest her?
LOWBROW: No.
SHERIFF: (Crossing to stage left.) Why don’t you make up your mind? For the love of
Pete! (SHERIFF exits outside. LOWBROW takes off his hat and smooths out his hair
and re-twists his moustache. He then leans in towards MISS MASON.)
LOWBROW: (Crossing to her.) Don’t you just want to let your hair down and have
some fun? Maybe go dancing? We could go down to the saloon and-
MISS MASON: (Crossing down left center.) Dancing! I ask you not to use such
language in my school! A teacher of a school has a certain moral code to uphold. I am
not about to throw away my life’s work on something as common as dancing.
LOWBROW: But it would be fun. Don’t you deserve some fun in your life? Forget your
responsibilities, throw caution to the wind and have enjoy yourself before you die.
MISS MASON: I don’t understand people like you, Mr. McSteal.
LOWBROW: (Crossing to her.) So you want to get to know me better? I am a deep
man. I have many currents running through my complex soul. It will take months of
courting for you to come to understand me. Are you interested?
MISS MASON: (Crossing stage right.) No.
LOWBROW: Oh.
MISS MASON: Why do you come in here everyday and everyday you make
unwelcome advances.
LOWBROW: (Crossing center.) My advances don’t need to be unwelcome.
MISS MASON: Mr. McSteal!
LOWBROW: Why don’t you start welcoming my advances?
MISS MASON: That will never happen. Why don’t you give up?
LOWBROW: Well who else is there to snuggle up to? You are the only woman of
marrying age in fifty miles.
MISS MASON: Why don’t you move away?
LOWBROW: I can’t move away because I own most of the town. So, Miss Mason, It’s
just you and me. It is sort of like being alone on a deserted island together. But instead of
being surrounded by ocean and palm trees, we’re surrounded by orphans and dumb
people like the Sheriff. But what does that mean to two people in love?
MISS MASON: Good day, Mr. McSteal! (Enter PAPPY. He is an elderly man dressed
in old denim pants held up with suspenders and a flannel shirt that are just about rags. He
is carrying a little tin can of rocks. He sees LOWBROW and puts the can on the
bookshelf by the door.)
PAPPY: (Crossing to LOWBROW.) Is this man bothering you, Miss Mason? If you
want me to, I can give him the San Antonio sucker punch. I’ll knock him clear into next
week! You just say the word.
MISS MASON: I don’t want any violence here. Mr. McSteal was just leaving.
LOWBROW: I know when I have outstayed my welcome. Good day, Miss Mason.
Good day, Pappy.
MISS MASON: Good day.
PAPPY: And good riddance! (Exit LOWBROW out the door stage left.) If Lowbrow
ever gives you any trouble, you just holler and I’ll come a runnin’! I don’t want him givin’
you any problems, ya hear?
MISS MASON: (Crosses to him.) Thank you very much, Pappy. I think his bark is
worse than his bite.
PAPPY: I’ll take his bark and his bite and grind him into chicken feed if he messes with
you!
MISS MASON: I appreciate you thinking of me.
PAPPY: I hate to see a lady like yerself bein’ bothered by a low life like Lowbrow. By
the way, how is the laundry business comin’?
MISS MASON: It is coming as well as can be expected during these hard times. I don’t
know what I will do if I have to close the school. Where will all these orphan children
go? Who would take care of them if I can’t?
PAPPY: It’s a pity that a fine lady like yourself has to worry about anythin’. It just tears
me up inside to see you upset.
MISS MASON: You have a heart of gold, Pappy!
PAPPY: I wish I did have a heart of gold. Cuz if I did, I’d sell it and give the money to
you.
MISS MASON: That’s very sweet of you. I hope that we can make enough money with
our laundry business to make ends meet. Do you have any clothes we can wash?
PAPPY: I’d have you wash my clothes except these are the only clothes I own. Oh,
what the heck. I have to wash them sometime. (He starts to take them off by sliding his
suspenders off his shoulders and taking off his hat.)
MISS MASON: (Shocked) PAPPY! DON”T! Please! It’s all right. We aren’t that
poor!
PAPPY: Well, if you say so. At least you know my heart is in the right place.
MISS MASON: You are a kind man, Pappy.
PAPPY: I think the world of you too. (Enter CHARLOTTE with a small can of dirt. She
puts it by PAPPY’s can on the bookshelf. They are both in the same kind of can.)
PAPPY: Hello, Miss Charlotte. You look lovely today.
CHARLOTTE: Thank you, Pappy.
PAPPY: (He grabs the wrong can. It’s Charlotte’s can of dirt instead of the rocks from
his mine.) Well, I have to take a sample from my mine to the assayer’s office. I got a
good feelin’ ‘bout this one. I betcha anything that I got some gold in this sample. Good
bye.
MISS MASON: Good bye, Pappy. I wish you luck.
PAPPY: Thank you kindly. (PAPPY exits stage left.)
CHARLOTTE: (CHARLOTTE crosses and gets the
can from the table. It is Pappy’s can, but she does not
know it.)
CHARLOTTE: I dug up some dirt from outside the
laundry and I thought I would plant some flowers.
Maybe it would help cheer you up.
MISS MASON: You are a kind young lady, Charlotte.
(Enter Deputy TRUMAN from stage left and stopping
stage left center.)
TRUMAN: Hello, Miss Mason.
MISS MASON: Hello, Deputy Truman.
(Exit MISS MASON right.CHARLOTTE crosses over to him.
She is all smiles.)
CHARLOTTE: Hello, Truman!
TRUMAN: My, you look absolutely radiant, Charlotte!
CHARLOTTE: Thank you very much, Deputy Truman. It’s so nice to see you again.
TRUMAN: (After an awkward pause.) I brought some laundry for you to wash. (He
hands her some shirts and pants that are all washed, pressed and folded.)
CHARLOTTE: Are these the clothes you want washed?
TRUMAN: They sure are. I go through a lot of clean clothes being a deputy. It’s a dirty
job and my clothes get the worst of it. That’s why I have to wash them so often.
CHARLOTTE: Why, I just washed these yesterday. They still have the creases I ironed
on them.
TRUMAN: Do they? Here let me see. (She hands them to him. He turns his back to her
and quickly wrinkles them up and steps on them. He hands them back to her.) I think
you had them confused with some of my other clothes. They don’t look very good to me.
I’m sure they need washing.
CHARLOTTE: You’re the sweetest person I know.
TRUMAN: (Crossing stage right of her.) Well, I need my laundry done somewhere.
Being a single young gentleman with a full-time job I can’t take care of chores that
require a feminine touch. Last time I tried to iron my clothes, I nearly burnt down the
boarding house. So don’t think of my laundry as charity. Think of it as self-preservation.
CHARLOTTE: Well, since you put it that way, I will be glad to wash your clothes . . .
again.
TRUMAN: Thank you kindly. Now take extra good care of them . . . even if you need
to charge me more money.
CHARLOTTE: I will, Deputy.
TRUMAN: But not too much money. I am only a deputy, you know. (pause.) I’m not
saying I can’t pay my own way. I only live at the boarding house because I’m saving
money to buy a little place of my own someday. A nice little house where I can raise a
family. I mean my wife and I . . . I mean my future wife . . . . (He is embarrassed for
talking about having a wife someday. He pauses trying to think of something to say. She
crosses over to the bookshelf and picks up the can of rocks.) What is in that can, Miss
Charlotte?
CHARLOTTE: I got some dirt out by the laundry, but now it is full of rocks. I don’t
know what happened. (She hands him the can.)
TRUMAN: Why would anyone steal your dirt? It doesn’t make any sense.
CHARLOTTE: It doesn’t make sense to me either.
TRUMAN: (Crossing to stage left.) Can I go outside and get you some more dirt,
Charlotte?
CHARLOTTE: That is very kind of you, but I will take care of it. You must keep busy
arresting the outlaws around here.
TRUMAN: (He hands the can back.) I wish I was. Oh, there is plenty of crimes going
on in a rough and tumble western town like this, but the Sheriff won’t put them in jail. I
suspect he isn’t as honest as a sheriff should be.
CHARLOTTE: (Crossing to center left.) Maybe someday we can have an honorable
sheriff who will do what is right. Maybe someday you will be sheriff.
TRUMAN: Aww! Charlotte, you say the sweetest things! (Enter MISS MASON
bringing in a basket of laundry to fold. She crosses to her desk, puts the basket on it, and
starts folding.)
CHARLOTTE: This territory needs more good men like you.
TRUMAN: (He pauses searching for something to say.) Well, I must be going. Thank
you for taking care of my laundry. Good day, Miss Mason. Good day, Charlotte.
(TRUMAN exits stage left.)
MISS MASON: (Crossing to CHARLOTTE.) The deputy sure likes his clothes clean.
CHARLOTTE: It’s a wonderful thing that he cares so much about his appearance.
MISS MASON: I think he is more interested in you.
CHARLOTTE: Oh, I don’t think he sees me as being anything special.
MISS MASON: He never takes his eyes off of you.
CHARLOTTE: You make me blush. Besides, my place is right here beside you. I couldn’
t run off with some man when I know the struggles you are going through. No, I’m
staying right here at the orphanage until I know everything is fine with you and the
orphans.
MISS MASON: Charlotte, your motives are admirable, but the reason I do the
orphanage is so that these fine children can grow up and have the life I never had. I didn’t
have any parents, but the orphanage raised me. I’ve tried to do the same for you and the
other orphans.
CHARLOTTE: Do you know anything about your parents, Miss Mason?
MASON (She takes out a locket that is attached to a necklace around her neck.) All I
know is that they gave me a small locket that says, “With love, Mother and Father.” That’
is all I know about them. When I was a little girl, I used to look at it everyday. You
should get married and raise a fine family of your own.
CHARLOTTE: I want to help you with your orphanage too.
MISS MASON: No, it’s my mission in life—not yours, so if some fine man comes into
your life and asks you to marry him, take him up on the offer. Nothing would make me
happier.
CHARLOTTE: (Crossing to center.) I just don’t think I could do it, Miss Mason. I
would worry too much about the orphanage. You’re my idol. My mentor! My north star!
(Enter from left MADAM ZORRA, a mysterious Gypsy fortune-teller in her forties or
fifties.)
MISS MASON: Madam Zorra.
ZORRA: Miss Mason. I have come
for my laundry. Have you got it ready?
MISS MASON: Charlotte, could you
go get it for me, please?
CHARLOTTE: Certainly.
(CHARLOTTE exits stage right.)
MISS MASON: How have you been?
ZORRA: The stars have been shining
brightly on me and the cards foretell
good luck will come right around the
corner. It won’t be long. Good things
are coming your way very soon, Miss Mason!
MISS MASON: I am very glad to hear that.
ZORRA: What is wrong, Miss Mason? Has
some new evil come upon you?
MISS MASON: No new evils—just the
same old ones.
ZORRA: Business has been slow for you too?
Do not worry, Miss Mason. Lady Luck will
smile upon you. This I promise.
MISS MASON: I thank you for your
encouragement. But luck or not, it is my
responsibility to do my best each and every day.
ZORRA: Your heart is pure. That makes you strong. (Enter CHARLOTTE from stage
right. She crosses over to MADAM ZORRA carrying a bundle of MADAM ZORRA’S
laundry.)
CHARLOTTE: Here is your laundry, Madam Zorra.
ZORRA: Thank you, Miss Charlotte. You have grown into a beautiful young lady.
CHARLOTTE: (Curtseying.) Thank you, Madam Zorra.
ZORRA: (Crossing to stage left.) I must be going now. (turning and facing them.) I must
consult my crystal ball to find some paying customers for you. Good day to you both.
MISS MASON: Good day.
CHARLOTTE: Good day, Miss Zorra. (Exit MADAM ZORRA left. Exit
CHARLOTTE right. Enter FAITH from the backroom right carrying some folded
clothes.
FAITH: Who was that, Miss Mason?
MISS MASON: Madam Zorra, Faith.
FAITH: She is so strange. She gives me the creeps!
MISS MASON: Don’t be afraid of other people just because they seem different.
Madam Zorra has always been good to us. She has us do her laundry even though she
could easily do it herself.
FAITH: But she seems like she might try to hurt us.
MISS MASON: No, she helps us. Charity is a wonderful thing.
FAITH: Yea, I like Charity too!
MISS MASON: I don’t mean our Charity?
FAITH: Then who?
MISS MASON: (Crossing to pick up the clothes and heading stage right.) I mean the
idea of charity.
FAITH: You like the idea of Charity but not Charity herself? What’s wrong with her?
MISS MASON: Nothing is wrong with Charity!
FAITH: (Crossing to her.) Then why don’t you like her?
MISS MASON: I’m not saying I don’t like Charity. I think Charity is a wonderful child.
I’m talking about the idea of charity, the concept, the act of helping those who are less
fortunate than ourselves. That’s what I mean.
FAITH: How is Charity less fortunate than us? What’s wrong with her?
MISS MASON: (Handing her the basket of folded clothes. (Faith, you are a wonderful
girl. Would you please go back and get to work?
FAITH: Certainly. (She starts off right and then comes back to MISS MASON.) Don’t
worry. I won’t tell Charity you don’t like her.
MISS MASON: But that’s not-
FAITH: Mum’s the word! (Exit FAITH stage right to the backroom. CHARLOTTE
enters from stage right and crosses to MISS MASON. MISS MASON is rubbing her
temples.)
CHARLOTTE: Miss Mason! Are you feeling alright?
MISS MASON: I’m fine, Charlotte.
CHARLOTTE: Are you sure? You look tired.
MISS MASON: One can never grow weary doing good deeds. Maybe I’m being
punished for mistakes I made in the past.
CHARLOTTE: What do you mean, Miss Mason? What mistakes in your past?
MISS MASON: What? Oh, I was just thinking out loud. I don’t know what I meant by
it.
CHARLOTTE: You can’t have anything wrong in your past. Not a perfect lady like
yourself. I don’t think you are capable of making mistakes.
MISS MASON: Bless you, child. (Crossing down left.) But sometimes a young lady
may fall victim of bad judgment and desperate circumstances.
CHARLOTTE: Some could, but not you.
MISS MASON: You are a kind person, Charlotte. But many people come out west to
escape their tormented past. To start a new life and say goodbye to the ugliness of their
lives back in the slums of the east. (She snaps out of her sadness.) Oh, how I ramble on
sometimes. Don’t listen to me, Charlotte. (Crossing right.)
CHARLOTTE: (Crossing to her.) I will always think of you as the person I want to
grow up to be like. You are my northern star. My guiding light. My compass on the
stormy sea!
MISS MASON: Thank you, Charlotte.
CHARLOTTE: My balm of Gilead. My nepenthe.
MISS MASON: Charlotte.
CHARLOTTE: My idol. My map to goodness.
MISS MASON: (turning and facing her.) That’s enough, Charlotte! What do you say
we get back to doing laundry?
CHARLOTTE: All right. (They exit stage right out to the backroom.)
CHARLOTTE: (Offstage) You’re my light house in the night. The fog horn in the fog-
MISS MASON: (Offstage) Let’s change the subject, Charlotte!
BLACKOUT
Or Wash My Troubles Away.
By Karl B. Peterson
Copyright 2006
Karl B. Peterson
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form except for the
inclusion of brief quotations in review, without permission in writing from the
author/publisher.
All plays are protected by copyright laws and conventions. It is an infringement of
copyright law to give a performance or reading of any such play or excerpt without prior
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Any performance or reading of the play for an audience whether the audience pays
admission or not, is considered a performance and requires royalties be paid for that
performance
CAST
Miss Mason, founder and head of the orphanage.
Lowbrow McSteal, owner of everything in town and is attracted to Miss Mason.
Rob McSteal, one of Lowbrow’s nephews and a villain in training.
Con McSteal, another one of Lowbrow’s nephews and a villain in training also.
Sheriff, Lowbrow’s dishonest sidekick.
Pappy, an old, poor gold miner with a good heart.
Madam Zorra, a gypsy fortune teller.
Truman, a young, handsome, and honest deputy who likes Charlotte.
Charlotte, a young orphan in her late teens or early twenties who likes Truman.
Purity, a young, naive orphan girl.
Faith, another young orphan girl.
Justine, a young orphan girl with a strong sense of fairness.
Charity, a young orphan girl who gets her feelings hurt over a misunderstanding.
Other orphans
The play is set in a traditional school house. It has a large chalkboard center, a storage
cabinet on stage left and an American flag on a pole on the other. The wall is painted
boards or plaster. The two entrances are a hall on stage right going to the back rooms of
the school and a door on stage left that goes to the outside street. The two entrances
could be just the curtains on either side of the backdrop saving the expense of building
the two walls.
ACT I scene 1
The play starts out with MISS MASON stands upstage center in front of the class of
students at the Miss Mason Orphanage. The benches create a V-shape angling
downstage and out from MISS MASON.
MISS MASON: Now class, we need to end our school day— (All the students groan in
sadness.) I know you all love learning. Every child does, but we need put everything
away so we can open our laundry.
CHARLOTTE: (Stand.) Can’t we study a while longer? (Everyone cheers.) I for one
would feel like my Latin is not as good as it should be. (Sit.)
CHARITY: (Stand.) There just isn’t enough hours in the day to satisfy my hunger for
knowledge. (Sit.)
JUSTINE: (Stand.) I was hoping that we could spend extra time on differential calculus.
(the whole class cheers.)
MISS MASON: Maybe on Saturday.
JUSTINE: Can’t we do it before then? (Sit.)
MISS MASON: We can try. (The class adlibs pleases.) I know you love to learn, but
we need to pay for the roof over our heads, so please go and put away your books and
put on your aprons. (Everyone groans.) Come, come. Any work is good as long as it is
honorable. Please get the laundry buckets out and start filling them with water. I want to
start washing in the back room in thirty minutes. We’ll have a lot of washing to do today,
I hope. (The orphans move their benches to the sides and exit stage right as MISS
MASON crosses down center.) I hope providence will send us piles of dirty clothes
today. We certainly need it. (Enter LOWBROW MCSTEAL and the SHERIFF from
stage left. The Sheriff stops at the door.)
LOWBROW: (Crossing to her.) Miss Mason! How are
you today?
MISS MASON: Fine. Thank you. Sheriff.
SHERIFF: (Tipping his hat.) Miss Mason.
LOWBROW: (To the SHERIFF.) You just stand over here
and let me do the talking. Don’t do anything or say anything
unless I tell you to.
SHERIFF: (Repeating.) Don’t do anything or say—
LOWBROW: Did I tell you to talk?
SHERIFF: No, you told me not to talk.
LOWBROW: If I told you not to talk, why are you talking?
(They both stand there looking at each other.)
LOWBROW: Answer my question!
SHERIFF: You told me not to talk.
LOWBROW: Ahhh! You can talk now. (Pause.) Well?
SHERIFF: I forgot what I was going to say.
LOWBROW: Grrrr! Stand here and don’t talk!
SHERIFF: Right! (LOWBROW gives him a hateful look. Sheriff realizes he spoke when
he wasn’t supposed to and pantomimes zipping his mouth closed and throwing away the
key.)
LOWBROW: (Crossing down center.) Miss Mason.
MISS MASON: (Coldly) Mr. McSteal.
LOWBROW: Call me Lowbrow. We see so much of each other that I feel we should be
on a first name basis.
MISS MASON: It wouldn’t be proper for me to be so familiar. I am a lady and you are
a gentlemmmm . . . a gentllllle . . . a man. I was taught at the Angel Heart Orphanage
where I grew up to always use the best of manners.
LOWBROW: Maybe you just want to call me Sweetheart instead!
SHERIFF: My first name is Zedekiah. But most people just call me Sheriff because I—
(He sees LOWBROW’S hateful stare.) Oops! (He pantomimes zipping his mouth
again.)
MISS MASON: Our relationship is only professional. I must set the proper example for
my young students to emulate. I will refer to you as Mr. McSteal and you as Sheriff, and
I would hope you would refer to me as Miss Mason.
LOWBROW: Of course, of course. (Crossing closer to her.) I only hope that someday
you will come think of me as your only true love!
MISS MASON: I don’t want to give you any reason for false hope.
LOWBROW: Oh, come on. Look deep within your heart. Can’t you see us someday
walking hand in hand through a field of daisies? You leaning towards me with your lips all
a quiver?
MISS MASON: I am a religious woman and therefore I do believe in miracles, but I
must say that I cannot imagine you and me together.
LOWBROW: I know that your mouth says “No,” but your eyes say “Kiss me!”
MISS MASON: (Crossing stage left.) Please tell me why you came in here. I’m feeling
rather sick.
SHERIFF: You know, I’m not feeling so well myself. I ate at the saloon for lunch and I
don’t think the stew was as fresh as— (He sees LOWBROW’S look.) Just forget I
said anything.
LOWBROW: I wanted to ask you again if you want to sell me this here school. I’m
willing to give you top dollar for it!
MISS MASON: Top dollar?
LOWBROW: All right. Not top dollar.
MISS MASON: What then?
LOWBROW: How about just a little bit above bottom
dollar?
MISS MASON: (Crossing over to her desk as she straightens out her papers.) I’m not
interested. I have the children to think of. I must provide a roof over their heads and food
for them to eat just like the Angel Heart Orphanage did for me. The children deserve it.
LOWBROW: Children-shmildren. You are going broke running this orphanage.
MISS MASON: But who else will see that these young children have a home and get an
education?
LOWBROW: (Cross down center.) They could go to the school that I went to.
MISS MASON: (Crossing to him.) What school was that?
LOWBROW: The school of hard knocks. My parents threw me out on the streets at the
sweet age of thirty-three and I had to learn how to take care of myself! I learned to live
by my wits. I had only one rule that I lived by: survival! I just wanted to make it through
each day with a little food in my stomach and some way to keep warm. I learned then
that rules were for suckers. All that mattered was winning. How you did it really didn’t
matter, just so long as you won. That’s the lesson you should be teaching here.
MISS MASON: I am afraid, Mr. McSteal, that we have higher goals than that. We are
here to teach our students to be pillars of society and examples to others less fortunate
than we are.
LOWBROW: Yea, yea, yea.
SHERIFF: (Laughing) School of hard knocks! That’s a good one, boss! I never heard
that one before! School of hard knocks. That’s a doosey! (LOWBROW crosses over to
him.)
LOWBROW: Class is now in session. Here’s your first lesson. (He stomps on the
SHERIFF’s foot.)
SHERIFF: Ow! That hurt!
LOWBROW: Shut your mouth or I’ll give you a few more lessons from the school of
hard knocks! (Speaking in a stage whisper.) I’m trying to woo Miss Mason so I can
cheat her out of— I mean talk her out of this here building!
MISS MASON: (Crossing stage right.) If you will excuse me, I have work to do.
(Turns to face him.) Good honest work that puts a roof over the heads of my students
and food in their stomachs so they can get the education they so richly deserve.
LOWBROW: What has it got you? You spend all your time taking care of those little
troublemakers.
MISS MASON: Troublemakers? They aren’t troublemakers. They are our future. They
will lead us into the twentieth century. I don’t need your gold, Mr. McSteal. I have
something more valuable than gold here.
LOWBROW: (Crossing to her.) More valuable than gold? What’s more valuable than
gold?
MISS MASON: If you don’t know, then I am not going to explain it to you. You would
not understand.
LOWBROW: When you mention that something is more valuable than gold, you get my
attention. You can’t change the subject now! (Crossing to him.) Sheriff, arrest this
woman! (SHERIFF crosses toward MISS MASON and starts to take out his
handcuffs.)
SHERIFF: Okey-dockey.
MISS MASON: You can’t arrest me. I have not done anything wrong.
LOWBROW: You upset me. That deserves some jail time.
SHERIFF: Yea, you upset him.
MISS MASON: That isn’t against the law.
SHERIFF: It is in this town.
LOWBROW: I’m the law here!
SHERIFF: I thought I was the law here.
LOWBROW: Well, you’re the law here, but you do what I say, so that makes me the
law here.
SHERIFF: This is getting way too confusing for me.
LOWBROW: Just arrest her.
MISS MASON: Sheriff, where is your decency? Where is your code of honor? Where
is your sense of right and wrong?
SHERIFF: (Checking his pockets.) I had them here just a second ago. Maybe I left them
at the jail.
LOWBROW: Stop listening to her and listen to me!
SHERIFF: But she asked me a question.
LOWBROW: Just forget the whole thing and wait for me outside.
SHERIFF: So you don’t want me to arrest her?
LOWBROW: No.
SHERIFF: (Crossing to stage left.) Why don’t you make up your mind? For the love of
Pete! (SHERIFF exits outside. LOWBROW takes off his hat and smooths out his hair
and re-twists his moustache. He then leans in towards MISS MASON.)
LOWBROW: (Crossing to her.) Don’t you just want to let your hair down and have
some fun? Maybe go dancing? We could go down to the saloon and-
MISS MASON: (Crossing down left center.) Dancing! I ask you not to use such
language in my school! A teacher of a school has a certain moral code to uphold. I am
not about to throw away my life’s work on something as common as dancing.
LOWBROW: But it would be fun. Don’t you deserve some fun in your life? Forget your
responsibilities, throw caution to the wind and have enjoy yourself before you die.
MISS MASON: I don’t understand people like you, Mr. McSteal.
LOWBROW: (Crossing to her.) So you want to get to know me better? I am a deep
man. I have many currents running through my complex soul. It will take months of
courting for you to come to understand me. Are you interested?
MISS MASON: (Crossing stage right.) No.
LOWBROW: Oh.
MISS MASON: Why do you come in here everyday and everyday you make
unwelcome advances.
LOWBROW: (Crossing center.) My advances don’t need to be unwelcome.
MISS MASON: Mr. McSteal!
LOWBROW: Why don’t you start welcoming my advances?
MISS MASON: That will never happen. Why don’t you give up?
LOWBROW: Well who else is there to snuggle up to? You are the only woman of
marrying age in fifty miles.
MISS MASON: Why don’t you move away?
LOWBROW: I can’t move away because I own most of the town. So, Miss Mason, It’s
just you and me. It is sort of like being alone on a deserted island together. But instead of
being surrounded by ocean and palm trees, we’re surrounded by orphans and dumb
people like the Sheriff. But what does that mean to two people in love?
MISS MASON: Good day, Mr. McSteal! (Enter PAPPY. He is an elderly man dressed
in old denim pants held up with suspenders and a flannel shirt that are just about rags. He
is carrying a little tin can of rocks. He sees LOWBROW and puts the can on the
bookshelf by the door.)
PAPPY: (Crossing to LOWBROW.) Is this man bothering you, Miss Mason? If you
want me to, I can give him the San Antonio sucker punch. I’ll knock him clear into next
week! You just say the word.
MISS MASON: I don’t want any violence here. Mr. McSteal was just leaving.
LOWBROW: I know when I have outstayed my welcome. Good day, Miss Mason.
Good day, Pappy.
MISS MASON: Good day.
PAPPY: And good riddance! (Exit LOWBROW out the door stage left.) If Lowbrow
ever gives you any trouble, you just holler and I’ll come a runnin’! I don’t want him givin’
you any problems, ya hear?
MISS MASON: (Crosses to him.) Thank you very much, Pappy. I think his bark is
worse than his bite.
PAPPY: I’ll take his bark and his bite and grind him into chicken feed if he messes with
you!
MISS MASON: I appreciate you thinking of me.
PAPPY: I hate to see a lady like yerself bein’ bothered by a low life like Lowbrow. By
the way, how is the laundry business comin’?
MISS MASON: It is coming as well as can be expected during these hard times. I don’t
know what I will do if I have to close the school. Where will all these orphan children
go? Who would take care of them if I can’t?
PAPPY: It’s a pity that a fine lady like yourself has to worry about anythin’. It just tears
me up inside to see you upset.
MISS MASON: You have a heart of gold, Pappy!
PAPPY: I wish I did have a heart of gold. Cuz if I did, I’d sell it and give the money to
you.
MISS MASON: That’s very sweet of you. I hope that we can make enough money with
our laundry business to make ends meet. Do you have any clothes we can wash?
PAPPY: I’d have you wash my clothes except these are the only clothes I own. Oh,
what the heck. I have to wash them sometime. (He starts to take them off by sliding his
suspenders off his shoulders and taking off his hat.)
MISS MASON: (Shocked) PAPPY! DON”T! Please! It’s all right. We aren’t that
poor!
PAPPY: Well, if you say so. At least you know my heart is in the right place.
MISS MASON: You are a kind man, Pappy.
PAPPY: I think the world of you too. (Enter CHARLOTTE with a small can of dirt. She
puts it by PAPPY’s can on the bookshelf. They are both in the same kind of can.)
PAPPY: Hello, Miss Charlotte. You look lovely today.
CHARLOTTE: Thank you, Pappy.
PAPPY: (He grabs the wrong can. It’s Charlotte’s can of dirt instead of the rocks from
his mine.) Well, I have to take a sample from my mine to the assayer’s office. I got a
good feelin’ ‘bout this one. I betcha anything that I got some gold in this sample. Good
bye.
MISS MASON: Good bye, Pappy. I wish you luck.
PAPPY: Thank you kindly. (PAPPY exits stage left.)
CHARLOTTE: (CHARLOTTE crosses and gets the
can from the table. It is Pappy’s can, but she does not
know it.)
CHARLOTTE: I dug up some dirt from outside the
laundry and I thought I would plant some flowers.
Maybe it would help cheer you up.
MISS MASON: You are a kind young lady, Charlotte.
(Enter Deputy TRUMAN from stage left and stopping
stage left center.)
TRUMAN: Hello, Miss Mason.
MISS MASON: Hello, Deputy Truman.
(Exit MISS MASON right.CHARLOTTE crosses over to him.
She is all smiles.)
CHARLOTTE: Hello, Truman!
TRUMAN: My, you look absolutely radiant, Charlotte!
CHARLOTTE: Thank you very much, Deputy Truman. It’s so nice to see you again.
TRUMAN: (After an awkward pause.) I brought some laundry for you to wash. (He
hands her some shirts and pants that are all washed, pressed and folded.)
CHARLOTTE: Are these the clothes you want washed?
TRUMAN: They sure are. I go through a lot of clean clothes being a deputy. It’s a dirty
job and my clothes get the worst of it. That’s why I have to wash them so often.
CHARLOTTE: Why, I just washed these yesterday. They still have the creases I ironed
on them.
TRUMAN: Do they? Here let me see. (She hands them to him. He turns his back to her
and quickly wrinkles them up and steps on them. He hands them back to her.) I think
you had them confused with some of my other clothes. They don’t look very good to me.
I’m sure they need washing.
CHARLOTTE: You’re the sweetest person I know.
TRUMAN: (Crossing stage right of her.) Well, I need my laundry done somewhere.
Being a single young gentleman with a full-time job I can’t take care of chores that
require a feminine touch. Last time I tried to iron my clothes, I nearly burnt down the
boarding house. So don’t think of my laundry as charity. Think of it as self-preservation.
CHARLOTTE: Well, since you put it that way, I will be glad to wash your clothes . . .
again.
TRUMAN: Thank you kindly. Now take extra good care of them . . . even if you need
to charge me more money.
CHARLOTTE: I will, Deputy.
TRUMAN: But not too much money. I am only a deputy, you know. (pause.) I’m not
saying I can’t pay my own way. I only live at the boarding house because I’m saving
money to buy a little place of my own someday. A nice little house where I can raise a
family. I mean my wife and I . . . I mean my future wife . . . . (He is embarrassed for
talking about having a wife someday. He pauses trying to think of something to say. She
crosses over to the bookshelf and picks up the can of rocks.) What is in that can, Miss
Charlotte?
CHARLOTTE: I got some dirt out by the laundry, but now it is full of rocks. I don’t
know what happened. (She hands him the can.)
TRUMAN: Why would anyone steal your dirt? It doesn’t make any sense.
CHARLOTTE: It doesn’t make sense to me either.
TRUMAN: (Crossing to stage left.) Can I go outside and get you some more dirt,
Charlotte?
CHARLOTTE: That is very kind of you, but I will take care of it. You must keep busy
arresting the outlaws around here.
TRUMAN: (He hands the can back.) I wish I was. Oh, there is plenty of crimes going
on in a rough and tumble western town like this, but the Sheriff won’t put them in jail. I
suspect he isn’t as honest as a sheriff should be.
CHARLOTTE: (Crossing to center left.) Maybe someday we can have an honorable
sheriff who will do what is right. Maybe someday you will be sheriff.
TRUMAN: Aww! Charlotte, you say the sweetest things! (Enter MISS MASON
bringing in a basket of laundry to fold. She crosses to her desk, puts the basket on it, and
starts folding.)
CHARLOTTE: This territory needs more good men like you.
TRUMAN: (He pauses searching for something to say.) Well, I must be going. Thank
you for taking care of my laundry. Good day, Miss Mason. Good day, Charlotte.
(TRUMAN exits stage left.)
MISS MASON: (Crossing to CHARLOTTE.) The deputy sure likes his clothes clean.
CHARLOTTE: It’s a wonderful thing that he cares so much about his appearance.
MISS MASON: I think he is more interested in you.
CHARLOTTE: Oh, I don’t think he sees me as being anything special.
MISS MASON: He never takes his eyes off of you.
CHARLOTTE: You make me blush. Besides, my place is right here beside you. I couldn’
t run off with some man when I know the struggles you are going through. No, I’m
staying right here at the orphanage until I know everything is fine with you and the
orphans.
MISS MASON: Charlotte, your motives are admirable, but the reason I do the
orphanage is so that these fine children can grow up and have the life I never had. I didn’t
have any parents, but the orphanage raised me. I’ve tried to do the same for you and the
other orphans.
CHARLOTTE: Do you know anything about your parents, Miss Mason?
MASON (She takes out a locket that is attached to a necklace around her neck.) All I
know is that they gave me a small locket that says, “With love, Mother and Father.” That’
is all I know about them. When I was a little girl, I used to look at it everyday. You
should get married and raise a fine family of your own.
CHARLOTTE: I want to help you with your orphanage too.
MISS MASON: No, it’s my mission in life—not yours, so if some fine man comes into
your life and asks you to marry him, take him up on the offer. Nothing would make me
happier.
CHARLOTTE: (Crossing to center.) I just don’t think I could do it, Miss Mason. I
would worry too much about the orphanage. You’re my idol. My mentor! My north star!
(Enter from left MADAM ZORRA, a mysterious Gypsy fortune-teller in her forties or
fifties.)
MISS MASON: Madam Zorra.
ZORRA: Miss Mason. I have come
for my laundry. Have you got it ready?
MISS MASON: Charlotte, could you
go get it for me, please?
CHARLOTTE: Certainly.
(CHARLOTTE exits stage right.)
MISS MASON: How have you been?
ZORRA: The stars have been shining
brightly on me and the cards foretell
good luck will come right around the
corner. It won’t be long. Good things
are coming your way very soon, Miss Mason!
MISS MASON: I am very glad to hear that.
ZORRA: What is wrong, Miss Mason? Has
some new evil come upon you?
MISS MASON: No new evils—just the
same old ones.
ZORRA: Business has been slow for you too?
Do not worry, Miss Mason. Lady Luck will
smile upon you. This I promise.
MISS MASON: I thank you for your
encouragement. But luck or not, it is my
responsibility to do my best each and every day.
ZORRA: Your heart is pure. That makes you strong. (Enter CHARLOTTE from stage
right. She crosses over to MADAM ZORRA carrying a bundle of MADAM ZORRA’S
laundry.)
CHARLOTTE: Here is your laundry, Madam Zorra.
ZORRA: Thank you, Miss Charlotte. You have grown into a beautiful young lady.
CHARLOTTE: (Curtseying.) Thank you, Madam Zorra.
ZORRA: (Crossing to stage left.) I must be going now. (turning and facing them.) I must
consult my crystal ball to find some paying customers for you. Good day to you both.
MISS MASON: Good day.
CHARLOTTE: Good day, Miss Zorra. (Exit MADAM ZORRA left. Exit
CHARLOTTE right. Enter FAITH from the backroom right carrying some folded
clothes.
FAITH: Who was that, Miss Mason?
MISS MASON: Madam Zorra, Faith.
FAITH: She is so strange. She gives me the creeps!
MISS MASON: Don’t be afraid of other people just because they seem different.
Madam Zorra has always been good to us. She has us do her laundry even though she
could easily do it herself.
FAITH: But she seems like she might try to hurt us.
MISS MASON: No, she helps us. Charity is a wonderful thing.
FAITH: Yea, I like Charity too!
MISS MASON: I don’t mean our Charity?
FAITH: Then who?
MISS MASON: (Crossing to pick up the clothes and heading stage right.) I mean the
idea of charity.
FAITH: You like the idea of Charity but not Charity herself? What’s wrong with her?
MISS MASON: Nothing is wrong with Charity!
FAITH: (Crossing to her.) Then why don’t you like her?
MISS MASON: I’m not saying I don’t like Charity. I think Charity is a wonderful child.
I’m talking about the idea of charity, the concept, the act of helping those who are less
fortunate than ourselves. That’s what I mean.
FAITH: How is Charity less fortunate than us? What’s wrong with her?
MISS MASON: (Handing her the basket of folded clothes. (Faith, you are a wonderful
girl. Would you please go back and get to work?
FAITH: Certainly. (She starts off right and then comes back to MISS MASON.) Don’t
worry. I won’t tell Charity you don’t like her.
MISS MASON: But that’s not-
FAITH: Mum’s the word! (Exit FAITH stage right to the backroom. CHARLOTTE
enters from stage right and crosses to MISS MASON. MISS MASON is rubbing her
temples.)
CHARLOTTE: Miss Mason! Are you feeling alright?
MISS MASON: I’m fine, Charlotte.
CHARLOTTE: Are you sure? You look tired.
MISS MASON: One can never grow weary doing good deeds. Maybe I’m being
punished for mistakes I made in the past.
CHARLOTTE: What do you mean, Miss Mason? What mistakes in your past?
MISS MASON: What? Oh, I was just thinking out loud. I don’t know what I meant by
it.
CHARLOTTE: You can’t have anything wrong in your past. Not a perfect lady like
yourself. I don’t think you are capable of making mistakes.
MISS MASON: Bless you, child. (Crossing down left.) But sometimes a young lady
may fall victim of bad judgment and desperate circumstances.
CHARLOTTE: Some could, but not you.
MISS MASON: You are a kind person, Charlotte. But many people come out west to
escape their tormented past. To start a new life and say goodbye to the ugliness of their
lives back in the slums of the east. (She snaps out of her sadness.) Oh, how I ramble on
sometimes. Don’t listen to me, Charlotte. (Crossing right.)
CHARLOTTE: (Crossing to her.) I will always think of you as the person I want to
grow up to be like. You are my northern star. My guiding light. My compass on the
stormy sea!
MISS MASON: Thank you, Charlotte.
CHARLOTTE: My balm of Gilead. My nepenthe.
MISS MASON: Charlotte.
CHARLOTTE: My idol. My map to goodness.
MISS MASON: (turning and facing her.) That’s enough, Charlotte! What do you say
we get back to doing laundry?
CHARLOTTE: All right. (They exit stage right out to the backroom.)
CHARLOTTE: (Offstage) You’re my light house in the night. The fog horn in the fog-
MISS MASON: (Offstage) Let’s change the subject, Charlotte!
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