Royal Order of Jesters
Initiation Ritual


Scenic explanation

The hall is to be divided by an opaque travelling curtain, which, by means of ball-bearings, slides to both sides, parting in the center, Right and Left. Technically this curtain is called a "Traveller."
This will permit change of scenery and stage settings in halls not adapted for theatricals.
The scenes should be painted in oil, on canvas, and may be hung against the back wall, one on top of another so that each may be quickly removed.
Members of the court not in the cast, seat themselves. Passage way or runway is left for the Cast and Candidates to enter.
Candidates are brought in before the play and are seated in the front seats, right and left.
It is left to the Stage Manager, as in all well regulated performances, to instruct the Players in their parts, in the dressing and make-up of the characters, as well as to direct the settings and the business of the play.
At the discretion of the Stage Manager, any business of the play indicated in this book, may be altered to fit varying conditions of the room in which the ceremony takes place.
Prologue comes from behind the curtains, which part in the center, and close after he has emerged. The stage is thus concealed. He is dressed in clown’s polka dot, with pointed cap and wide flowing sleeves.


Business of the play

The Prologue Scene is all before and outside the closed curtain.


Act I Scene:

Judge’s bench, up stage, center. Prosecuting Attorney beside the bench. Jury box, witness box, chairs, upstage, right and center. Troupe, after entrance, is assembled right and left and may be seated, each member rising as he speaks. Troupe exits left.


Act II Scene:

Interior of Opera House.
The stage shows a grotesque drop curtain depicting "Court of Mirth."
Up stage C—Against back wall, a king’s chair, with jeweled crown upon upright back of chair, a scepter laying against back opposite side.
Before the king’s chair, a. high inclined table or desk to hold the BOOK OF FATE, from which the Director reads.
Down stage C—A large round table about which the cast is seated at rise of curtain. Novices assemble in front rows in charge of impresario and assistants. Impresario has presented petitions to members of the class, and now places them on the table before the cast, who carefully scrutinize them and nod assent or dissent.
At the beginning of the Prologue the music subdued, starts outside the hall, and is interrupted by sounds of loud wild quarreling.
JOY rushes in, hotly pursued by GLOOM.
They come pell mell through the audience, GLOOM, left center, discharging a pistol (with blank cartridges), at the fleeing JOY, right center, who shows his mirth in spite of GLOOM’s menace. As they reach the curtain, the CONSTABLE steps from behind curtain, and between JOY and GLOOM, putting GLOOM in shackles.
Prologue appears between the opening in the curtain, at first only head showing, but as he proceeds to speak he steps out and away from the curtains.
Good Jesters, all, I am Prologue.
As the sun doth herald break of day,
I, forsooth, forcast the Coming Play.
Mayhap your fancy to beguile
By arts and artifices to win your smile,
Our Jester Players promise you,
Their very damndest they will do!
Should you be glum and sad, my men,
We’ll turn you over to Joy, who then,
With Life and Lilt and Laughter, too,
Gay thoughts and hapiness will woo.
And if foreboding Gloom should rise,
Trust Joy to swat him in the eyes.
So with the play let’s now begin,
The Jester cast I’ll usher in.
Let Joy be unrefined!
EXIT PROLOGUE—Curtains still closed.
The Prologue Scene is all before and outside the closed curtain.
At the beginning of the Prologue the music, subdued, starts outside the hall and is interrupted by sounds of loud wild quarreling.
JOY rushes in, hotly pursued by GLOOM.
They come pell mell through the audience, GLOOM, left center, discharging a pistol (with blank cartridges), at the fleeing JOY, right center, who shows his mirth in spite of GLOOM’S menace. As they reach the curtain, the CONSTABLE steps from behind curtain and between JOY and GLOOM, putting GLOOM in shackles.
Stop! Stop this homicidal wrangle
Thou Jackal! In irons thou shalt languish.
Who art thou—bloodthirsty assassin
GLOOM: In foreboding, sepulchral tones. I am Gloom, sir,
Dark, foreboding, menacing Gloom.
Demoniacal laugh.

I wouldst kill Joy,
I hate him and all his kind.
I’d crush him like a toy.
And in Wrath’s Mill his bones I’d grind.
I hate him, girl or boy.
Sex, to Gloom, matters not at all,
Nature’s fairest I would alloy— And o’er the world I’d cast my pall,
If I could but kill Joy,
For I—I—I am GLOOM.
Growls and grinds his teeth.
Fie upon thy foul purpose.
And thou, fair boy,
Art thou, in truth, our JOY?
In festive mood.
Wisely hast thou spoken, sir,
For I, forsooth, am JOY!
My mission is to blithely stir
Young and old and grave and gay
Their sorrows and their woes to lose
In pursuit of the gladsome muse,
Whate’er betide thee, night or day,
‘Tis I thou must embrace—unfettered JOY.
In my train you’ll ever see
Companions of unbridled mirth,
To them the gods have given all the earth—
From outside the hall, enter LIFE, LILT and LAUGHTER—arm in arm—three cronies.
LIFE is robust, strong, an athlete. LILT is a girl, singing gaily, ad lib. LAUGHTER is a buffoon—laughing immoderately all the while. He is attired as a King’s Jester, Cap and Bells, and carries a human skull.
Royal Jesters, list to me,
‘Tis I that gives you brain and muscle,
‘Tis I that fits you for the tussle,
‘Tis I that girds you for the strife—
For I am, I am—damn it all, I’m LIFE.
Lilt is my name,
Song is my aim,
Up stage, down stage,
Always the same,
I sing, I dance,
I play, I prance,
LILT is my name.
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha!
My name is Mister LAUGHTER.
He haw, he haw, he haw,
It’s you (pointing) and you I’m after.
Ho ho, ho ho, ho ho!
From morn till night I grin, Ha ho, ha ho, ha ho!
Though I never, never sin,
He haw, ho ho, ha ha!
Mister LAUGHTER, Ha!
Who’s dome of thought is’t thou carryeth in thine arms, that wraith thou dost fondle to thy breast, good friend Laughter? Who is’t, I ask, that like the sheeted dead, comes back in such unseemly company, where naught but mirth and merriment doth reign? Who is’t that leaves the grave tenantless to usurp our time and place and fill our minds with fearsome wonder? Speak, Good Laughter, Speak!
Here sat the Court of Intellect, here ruled the sapient sovereign of the mind. Ha, ha, ha, ha, he ho, he haw!
Who is’t, I pray you, whose calcined corse should now repose in peace inside the sepulchre, yet comes to harrow our souls and trick our consciousness to deeds foul done or left undone?
This is the ghost of all man’s greatness, the inevitable, immutable wreck of earth made plans, for ‘tis written:
"Man proposes but God disposes."
"Here hung his eyes," sayeth Hamlet, "which, faster than his tongue didst make offense, didst head it up again."
Mark what their sight hath seen, say I, friend Constable. The Glory of the visible world.
The mountains high, the canons deep,
The friends that now in death do sleep.
The rivers silver stream aflow,
The sun’s bright beams at morning glow.

The greenclad fields across the meer,
The snow capped hills of Yester ye’r.
The beauteous creatures of Eve’s fair sex,
Whose charms no imagery hath reck’d.

Sweet children’s chubby faces gently kiss’d,
Ah, many a golden chance we all have miss’d.
The trees, the flowers, the rocks, the rills,
Fond picture that your fancy thrills.

The templed brow, so broad and loft’
An’ here these lips that I’ve kiss’d so oft.
Mayhap some woman’s soft to his were pressed,
A sweetheart’s ruby red, you’ve guessed.

A mother’s fond and firm caress,
No doubt to that we’ll all confess.
Gone tongue! Hath tasted sweets I ween,
Drank wine that sparkled like a sheen.

Spoke words of wrath, to kindness turn’d,
And unholy friendship sharply spurn’d.
Here, too, the noble nose that oft hath smelt,
Perfume of flowers on field and veldt.

And here the ears that listened tense,
Alike to folly and good sense.
Music of master’s rhythm—roll’d,
In cascades of cadence softy toll’d.

The dramas’ thickening plot,
Great writer’s deftly wrought.
The opera’s mellow score,
The circus lions roar.

Words of wisdom free discuss’d,
By wise men long since turn’d to dust.
Alas, alack, aday, this Life is only play,
And you and I must someday turn to clay.
Exeunt Constable.
Laughter steps aside R.
From one side suddenly appears Laughter, from the other T. Ale Bearer,—The King’s Jester. He and Laughter are exactly alike in every respect so that the audience may now know which is which. Discovering each other suddenly, they look each in the mirror, which reflects both. faces exactly alike. They are bewildered. Much humorous pantomine here is possible. Finally, facing each other, arms akimbo, and then in stooped attitude, hands on knees, looking into each others face, they laugh immoderately. Every gesture is timed identically with clock-like precision. They point at one another, laugh again in unison uproariously, and in the same voice at the same time, speak the exact words.
Prithee, Good Friend, who art thou, whither comest thou, and whence goest thou?

I am Laughs I am Laughs I am Mister Laughter, Mister Laughter, Mister Laughter, hehaw ho. It’s you and you pointing to the other Jester and also to himself I am after—Laughs.
I am, forsooth, Mister T. Ale Bearer Laughs.
T. Ale Bearer—Laughs Talebearer, what tale beareth thou now?
I am, in sooth, me master’s Tale Bearer.
And your master,—who is he, prithee?
S.SS-SS-h-. He is finger to nose He is the King.
The King? Laughs The King. What King is he, thou Knave.
Hist, not so high-tempered an’ loud spoken, brother. He is King Momus, the King of Mirth.
OMNES, heads together, whisper:
Long Live the King!
And hark ye, Good Friend Laughter, the King is distraught.
Aye, distraught. Looks furtively about. Almost whispered: Come thee in proximo, where the mob can’t hear us discussing our betters. The King is in durance vile.
LAUGHTER, surprised:
Durance vile?
Yea verily, Brother in the hoosegow, the boobyhatch,—the town lock-up—and all his merry band with him is bound in irons. Only I escaped ‘cause in these buskins, I look not like the troupe.
The Troupe?
I’ll tell the cock-eyed world—the Troupe. They are presently to be brought in and tried for—tried for, for murder.
For murder?

Yea, murder! They murdered William Shakespeare (Both laugh immoderately) and then tried to escape from the town hotel without paying for their eats and sleeps. And now they are to be tried by a jury of their peers.
LAUGHTER, laughs:
Their peers! They have no peers.
In sooth, thou speakest wisely, Friend Laughter, but presently thou shall see and hear them put to the rack for murder most foul, most awfully foul and smellfully Holds nose rotten. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
But prithee, Good Friend, if the King be your master, you are in sooth—
I am, in sooth, the King’s Jester. Ha, ha, he, he, haw, haw, ho, ho!
The Kings’ Jester! That too, am I, by me—by me cap an’ bells. Laughs.
By my holy ancestors—each of the male line from Darwin down to me, hath ape—d the manners of the Court and made sunshine for our betters. In cap an’ bells we are Royal Jesters. Laughs. Me brother, Laughter!
Me thinks you are my glass and not my brother. I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth. Will you walk in to hear the Court pass sentence upon these assassins of Will Shakespeare?
Not I sir, you are my Elder.
That’s a question. How shall we try it?
We’ll draw cuts for the senior; till then lead thou first.
Nay, then thus:
We came into the world like brother and brother;
And now let’s go hand in hand, not one before the other.
Both laugh immoderately, take each other’s arm and exeunt as the curtains, which have closed during the above colloquy, part to admit them. "behind the scenes." Time has been given to remove the cheval mirror and the stage is now disclosed for the first time.
Prologue comes before the curtains again, precisely as in Scene I.

Good Jester friends, I come once more,
In motley as before—
No doubt you are surprised to see
Amidst this unseemly melee, me,
I merely have a plan to show you here,
Another phase of Royal Jester career,
Know ye, a special privilege this means,
For we now shall let you peep behind the scenes,
Tho’ "all the world’s a stage," still you all knew
You did not come to see a puppet show.
This is rehearsal time. The actors they—
Are not themselves, but just the parts they play.
Their motley’s on, their faces smudged with paint,
Yet of times the sinner plays the saint.
I pray you, judge among them, mark them well,
Some you may consign to Heaven,
Others send headlong into Hell.
I leave to you to cast the die,
Mine’s not to ask the reason why—
So let the curtain quickly rise,
The play is ready for your eyes.
Curtain rises.


Act I – Scene:

Judge’s bench, up stage, center. Prosecuting Attorney beside the bench. Jury box, witness box, chairs, upstage, right and center. Troupe, after entrance, is assembled right and left and may be seated, each member rising as he speaks. Troupe exits left.

Act I

Curtains part.
SCENE :—Court room, tables, chairs, books, judges bench, witness chair, jury box, etc.
Oi yez, Oi yez, Oi yet! Know ye every dam one of yez by these presints that the Court here is now assembled for the trial of a lot of play-actors for the murder of Will Shakespeare.
JUDGE to Constable:
Bring in the prisoners. The troupe.
The Cast, except Property Man, is brought in by Constable and his deputies. They are handcuffed in pairs and squads. Each wears a linen duster over his costume. The two Italians trail after them. The band precedes them playing "Hail, Hail, the Gang’s all here" Any-Cast desiring to omit the Band or the Italians or both, may do so at the Director’s discretion. As they are brought into the Court the prisoners’ handcuffs are removed and they are seated.
Candidates marched in to "Do Re Mi" song and seated front of stage.
Candidates are now called by name, and examined ad. lib. by the prosecuting Attorney for jury service. Each takes his seat in the Jury Box as his examination is completed.
The Prosecuting Attorney proceeds to examine the candidates ad. lib., the dialogue being based upon information about the several candidates gathered in advance and rehearsed by him and the Judge. This information should be intimate, but widely known, though not offensively personal; facts concerning the public, private and social lives of the respective candidates. This entire scene depends upon the quick wit of Judge and Prosecutor and they should be carefully picked for their parts. They should habitually ask the questions "WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT SHAKESPEARE." Candidate must quote the line of Shakespeare already handed him.
Interruptions from the audience are conducive to much wholesome humor, and are susceptible of enlargement and embellishment.
It is suggested that several members of each court should be "made up" to look like the most prominent visitors expected to be present at the ceremony. Get photographs of the important widely known visitors, select members of your own court who resemble them physically and have a good "make up" artist make them up to resemble the visitors.
Then let them interrupt the trial at intervals by calling upon the Judge—singly, of course. The Judge recognizes each in turn, and garrously discourses on timely topics.
You are summoned into Court, Royal Jesters, on the charge of having violated the Penal Code, Statute XIII, Section XXIII, Volume III—XI— XXXIII.
The warrant charges that on or about a certain date, you all and each of you did unlawfully, with malice prepense, premeditation and literary and histrionic perfidy, lay violent hands and still more violent tongues, upon the plays of one William Shakespeare, of Stratford-on-Avon, and by butchery most foul, did’st do him to death.
The state expects to prove that you are each of you and severally guilty as indicted.
Constable, call the witness.
William Winter use name of prominent local dramatic critic Cricket of the Evenin’ Journal, come forth and take the witness chair. But don’t take it home with you; we need it in the kitchen.
The Critic comes from the audience. He is typical of the arts, long-haired, flowing tie, large horn-rimmed spectacles, sombre garb.
Your name, sir?
William Winter, Sir.
If your Honor please, I shall confine the State’s case to this one witness, and restrict his examination to but three questions.
Go to it.
You are, Mr. Witness, Dramatic Cricket of the Name of local newspaper.
Critic—C-R-I-T-I-C, Sir, not cricket; Cricket is a bird, I might say, a Game Bird—ha! ha! ha! ha
No levity and no puns in this Court, sir. You saw these actors "do." Will Shakespeare to death in a play called Hamlet, didn’t you?
Saw them murder Shakespeare and Hamlet both in the same evening—that I did sir.
And you know these defendants?
Egad, I do—every mother’s son—and daughter of ‘ern.
And you say you were a witness to the crime with which they stand charged?
I saw the foul deed with mine own eyes. They ruthlessly slew my beloved Shakespeare, sobs stabbed him in the midriff—Egad, in the very vitals with the jaw-bones of several asses, and, laying hold upon his immortal plays sobs did’st rend them to tatters. The pity ‘tis true, ‘tis pitiful, ‘tis true.
You are sure these are the assassins, Sir, who did our noble bard to death?
Sure. Egads, could any other actors have done it with such finesse! They ‘finished Hamlet," "Othello," "Shylock," "Romeo and Juliet," "Richard III" and all the others in one foul evening and the next day had Bacon for breakfast.
Bacon? Cannibals, too?
Gozooks, Egads, and O Ho, sir, they ate Bacon like the Fiji Islanders eat Missionaries.

Your Honor, please, the state rests its case and asks for these culprits the extreme penalty which the law provides f or histrionic and literary homicide—the gibbet.
Before the jury is called for its verdict, prisoners, have you anything to say why you should not be hung?
May I have the privilege of asking the witness a few questions?
First tell the court who and what you are.
We are Royal Jesters, sir, and the salt of the earth.
What the Hell’s a Royal Jester?
Like the shade of a great tree in the noon day heat is a Jester. Like the home port, with your country’s flag flying, after long journeys, is a Jester.
Come, come, now, none of this political buncombe, what is a Jester?
In our lexicon the words are synonymous with "True Friend" and "Good Fellow." A Jester is a person who is "for" you always, under any circumstances.
He never investigates you.
Anybody can stand by you when you are right. A Jester stands by you even when you are wrong.
In behalf of my fellow players, your Honor, I request that the Jesters be permitted to show the members of the Jury samples of our histrionic art, and I therefore, suggest that the Court adjourn to the Town Hall for the supreme test of our skill as mummers. It is only fair, I protest, that we shall be given opportunity to refute the vile slanders of this nincompoop critic.
As counsel for the people as well as attorney for the State, your Honor, I join in this prisoner’s plea and suggest that you grant his petition.
The motion is granted, and Court will adjourn to the Opr’y House, where the prisoners will give us samples of their histrionic talents.
Court’s adjourned! Curtain.

ACT II - Scene:

Interior of Opera House.
The stage shows a grotesque drop curtain depicting "Court of Mirth."
Up stage C—Against back wait, a king’s chair, with jeweled crown upon upright badk of chair, a scepter laying against back opposite side.
Before the king’s chair, a high inclined table or desk to hold the BOOK OF FATE. from which the Director reads.
Down stage C—A large round table about which the cast is seated at rise of curtain. Novices assemble in front rows in charge of impresario and assistants. Impresario has presented petitions to members of the class, and now places them on the table before the cast, who carefully scrutinize them and nod assent or dissent.



Racket at back of hall interrupts proceedings.
Enter Constable with PROPS—; commotion:

What means this interruption, officer,
Whom have you there in charge?
A stranger found beneath the entry stairs.
Stand him forth and I’ll examine him. To Props: Whence came you, sir?
From the land of make believe
Where plots abound
Wherein are "wings" and "sets" and "flies"
Surmounted by a grid.
DIRECTOR, to cast:
He speaks most familiarly of our craft.
To Props:
What came you here to do?
To help these actors stage their play.
Thy working tools?
A hammer, a saw,
A bit, a brace.
An artisan.
To Props:
And cans’t thou show a Union card?
No Union can claim me, Sire.
Gazooks, I have a Jester’s card. I am universal. shows card.
‘Tis true and can thou give the greeting words?
Sure, "Mirth is King."
‘Tis well, thou art welcome here, but what’s thy name?
The Property Man should carry with him on a small wheeled platform all the paraphernality necessary to make all the effects heard and seen on the stage. These are easily obtained, are not a great burden, and could be introduced very humorously. You’ll get the idea from the rime. One of the two following methods may be employed in the use of the effects. They may be worked outside the curtain by the Property Man or behind the scenes by some supernumerary. In the latter case, the Property Man would not have to bring them in, and the effects could be operated wrongly as if a mistake were being made i. e., rain effect for snow, automobile horn for horse, etc., ad infinitum.
I’m the guy behind the scenes, I am!
Perhaps I’ll have to tell you what that means, P’rhaps!
Props is me name
An’ realism is me aim.
Effects are me stock in trade
No matter where the plot is laid,
Nor when, nor how,
In the Then or the Now!
I’m the Drama’s weather man, I am!
I don’t live in Medicine Hat,
But I’m on the job at that,
That I am!
If the plot should call for rain,
Or the villain cries with pain,
I’m the gink that has to do it,
Though the heroine may rue it,
By ye gods!
What the odds!
Here’s the drum that fakes the thunder, Beats thunder drum.
An’ the rain that makes you wonder.
Whence it came Rolls shot inside drum.
Is the same
That gives realistic notion
Of the dashing, splashing ocean. Rolls shot like splash of waves.
But the vivid Jovian bolt
With its sudden nervous jolt,
Would be nil
If the bill
Hadn’t yet a flash o’ lightnin’
Just to make the scene more frightnin’ Electric Flash.
On the level
Beats the devil
How effects can make you sob
When old PROPS is on the job.
When old Bor—e—as is a blowin’
An’ "th beautiful’s" a-snowin’ Rocks snow cradle.
In the skies
From the "flies"
Or the wind is howling wild,
As the hero saves the child. Blows wind effect.
In the "wings"
With these things,
I’m the Bozo, lean and humble
Makes the choo choo snort and rumble
Puff and roar,
Sneeze and snore. Railroad effect.
If an auto’s in the story,
Or a horse rides on to glory, Effect of hoofs.
It’s me
Not he
That makes the noise you’ve heard
Though I ne’er may speak a word,
In the play
Of today.
You must know that I am here,
With my prop effects so queer.
Jester Friends, my moral’s plain,
In 1:he sunshine or the rain,
Things are never what they seem
Though with facts the plots may teem
Most of life is just pretending,
So my story must be ending.

A worthy Jester—be seated with our cast.
Takes seat at table vacated by Director. Director rises from table and ascends the King’s
Chair. Laughter places crown. upon Director’s head and T. Ale Bearer hands him the scepter.
LAUGHTER R—T. ALE BEARER L— stand at each side of Throne Chair.
He, he, ho, ho, ha, ha, haw, haw!
Sir! behold, Mirth is King, and we are all his subjects. Ope’ now the Book of Fate opens hook, points finger to open page.
Ha, ha, he, haw, ho-ho! Yon Actors, Sire! Let them rant and prate, we are ready to hear our fate. Ha, ha, he-ho—haw-haw!
DIRECTOR, now in King’s Chair—Introducing Tragedian:
We have within the confines of this Court tonight
A great Tragedian Jester
Stand forth Sir Thespis, and summon thou,
In old school style—the Tragic Muse.
The old school; Zounds! There is but one school—the school of the immortal bard. Wilst know who I am, then I shall "a tale unfold?"
Now, by the rood, as Hamlet said, it grieves me sore to say
The stage is not as once it was when I was wont to play.
‘Tis true that Southern, dear old chap, still gives a goodly show,
And John Drew and young Barrymore really act the best they know.
‘Tis true Marlow and Maud Adams—for we mustn’t be too hard—
Am very fair for women, though, of course, they ought to guard
Against some bad art tendencies, but as for all the rest
There’s hardly one—I may say none—who stands the artist’s test.
True artists are a rare, rare breed. There were but two, forsooth,
In all MY time, the stage’s prime, and the OTHER ONE was Booth.
I liked Ed. Booth, for he was such a royal-hearted fellow,
We never had a jealousy. When we put on Othello,
His lago was much like mine; likewise his stage direction,
But what cared Ed. what critics said, since I made no objection?
Ah, me, that day is past; the play has lost its honored station.
Who reads aright! Sorrow, fright, or tragic desolation?
Aye, who can reach to Hamlet’s speech, "To be or not to be,"
Or wild Macbeth’s cry, "Never shake thy gory locks at me!"
Or Lear’s appeal, "Oh, let me be not mad, sweet heaven, not mad!"
Or Shylock’s rage: "I’ll have me bond!" Ah, me, it makes me sad,
To think it all, and then recall the drama of me youth,
When there were TWO who read lines true, and the OTHER ONE was Booth.

Bravo! Bravo!
DIRECTOR, introducing Light Comedian:
Light Comedian, tell the assembled multitude how vain is vaulting ambition.

"The worldly hopes men set their hearts upon
Turn to ashes—or they prosper, and anon,
Like snow upon the desert’s dusty face,
Lighting for a little hour or two, then gone."
So friend, forsake this vain pursuit,
This chasing rainbow’s gaudy gold;
Find happiness in Service to Mankind,
Remove the stones from out a brother’s path;
Lift up his load of sorrow and of care,
Let it be said by those who follow on:
"The way of Life is better than before,
A man has gone his way along this road
And smoothed the path for those of us who come."
So be perplexed no more with human or divine,
Tomorrow’s tangle to the winds resign,
And lose your senses in the mirth-provoking
Royal Jest sublime.
DIRECTOR, introducing Heavy Man:
Boldly I dare say:
There has been more, by us in some one play
Laughed into wit and virtue than hath been
By twenty tedious lectures drawn from sin
And foppish humors.
Hence the cause doth rise
Men are not won by the ears
As well as by the eyes,
Look upon our Heavy Man.
Let’s fall into admiration
Of his good parts
And give him careful heed.
I, sir, have played by "Command" of crowned heads, bald heads, and dead heads. Gazooks, sir, I may now be out of luck, and ‘tis true I have been forced at times to demean me dignity by dining on pork and beans—
VILLAGERS, derisively:
Pork and Beans, Ha, Ha, Ha!
Does this unseemly levity besmear the fair
‘scutcheon of that famous delicacy, Beans?
You may laugh at pork and beans
When you’ve money in your jeans,
And you’ve got a healthy job and place to sleep in,
But when you’re not a-workin’
And the hunger comes a-jerkin’
You’ll hie yourself to where the beans are steepin.’
In Boston’s changeful clime,
Where I used to spend me time,
A-dodgin’ work both strenuous and mean;
Of all the meals I’ve bot,
Was the just a-dime-a-plate—Old Boston Beans.
It was beans, beans, beans,
You luscious, inexpensive Boston Beans.
Hi, there, sleepy Dick,
Plate of beans and bring ‘em quick,
You ketchup-loving rascals, Boston Beans.
I shall ne’er forget the day
When I lost me eats and hay,
And all I’d left was just a hunger keen.
Some cheaper workin’ Jester
Had swiped me last piaster,
And left me with a hunger long and lean.
I fasted for a time,
Then I bummed a single dime
To try and fill me innards lean.
I shunned the swell cafe,
For right before me lay
A place where steamed the ever welcome bean.
It was Beans, Beans, Beans,
Your last resort in hunger—Boston Beans.
Though I’ve knocked you and I’ve flayed you,
By the living God that made you,
You’ve saved many an actor’s life— Old Boston Beans.
DIRECTOR, introducing Soubrette:
Direct your gaze dear Jesters
Upon our saucy naive soubrette,
Her beauty makes this room
A feasting presence full of light.
Our own Mamzelle Name of actor
What say you sweetest one
Of the mysteries of our entrances and exits
On Life’s great stage.
Yesterday this day’s madness did prepare,
Tomorrow’s silence, triumph or despair.
I Laugh, for you know not whence you came nor why.
Laugh for you know not why you go nor where.
Think of this world’s stage,
Whose portals are alternate night and day
How Jester after Jester with his mirth
Played out his destined hour and went his way.
DIRECTOR, introducing Omar:
Omar, may we hear from you, the Tentmaker’s philosophy of life?

Oh, threats, of Hell and hopes of Paradise,
One thing at least is certain,
This life flies,
One thing is certain and the rest is lies,
The Royal Jest once freed
Never, never dies.
Let’s make the most of days we yet may spend,
Before we, too, into dust descend;
Dust unto dust, and under dust to lie
Sam; wine, sans song, sans Jesters And sans shrine.
For if we’re thoroughbreds here,
We’ll be thoroughbreds there.
DIRECTOR, introducing Leading Lady:
Oh, lovely Leading Lady—
Garmented in light from your own beauty
Whose form beguiles to love
Sweet as the cooing of an unseen dove.
Speak: The assembled unbelievers
Wouldst know from you
How inexorable and immutable
Are our entrances and exits
On life’s great stage.
The world’s a stage—as Shakespeare said one day,
The stage—a world—was what he meant to say.
True wit has seen its best days long ago:
It ne’er looked up since we were dipped in show.
When sense, in doggrel, rhymes and clouds, was lost
And Dullness flourished at the actor’s cost;
Nor stopped it here—when tragedy was done
SATIRE and HUMOR the same fate have run
And comedy is sunk to trick and pun.
"We are no more than a moving row
Of magic shadow shapes that come and go
Round with the sun illumined lantern held at
Midnight by the Master Jester of the Show.
But helpless pieces of the game he plays
Upon this checkerboard of nights and days—
Hither and thither he moves—and checks—and plays
And one by one back in the closet lays."
DIRECTOR, introducing Serio Comic:
And last of all, but by no means least,
To hear our summons,
Is our dainty Half and Half,
The Serio Comic.
What message sentimental one,
Hast thou in mind for us?
Gentlemen, perchance you wonder at this show
But wonder on till truth makes all things plain
If we offend, it is with cur good will
That you should think, we come not to offend
But with good will to show our simple skill
That is the true beginning of our end.
Consider then we come, but in despite
We do not come as minding to content you
Our true interest is, all for your delight.
We are not here that we should here repel you;
The actors are at hand and by their show
You shall know all that you are like to know.
So, waste not your hour in vain pursuit
Of This and That, nor in Endeavor which disturbs;
Better be jocund with the mirthful jest
Than sadden after none, or bitter words, while
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
And the leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

You’ve listened graciously
To our Knights and Ladies,
Sock and Buskin garbed
For which we thank you heartily,
But what about our Veniremen?
Shell they, unlettered in our mystic art,
Be left to chart their course,
On life’s uncertain, fitful sea
Without the compass of our craft?
Or shall we guide them gently
O’er shoal and shallow,
Rock and reef?
OMNES, the Cast:
No! Not that.
Then we await the Jury’s verdict, your Honor!
The Jury has returned an unsealed verdict. You all and severally are found NOT GUILTY—and are released from the custody of the Court with the blessing of the bench. God have mercy on your souls.
The Charge; The Charge!
Good Sire, the Charge!
The Charge! So,
You have willed
So be it—the Charge!
If rnem’ry serves this Jester right,
On earth, a Potentate doth reign supreme,
And takes delight most fiendish
In swaying his domain.
But now’s the time the table’s turned.
To me is given the power
To dictate harsh or gentle terms
Within this Jester Court.
It cannot, must not be
Then stand these Candidates forth
That they may hear and heed the charge
Inspired by banquets past.
Good Heavy Man, proceed!
Heavy Man steps down stage and delivers the charge.
Nuptial powers hath fixed thy lot,
Thy wedding knell hath tolled. Forget it not,
And thou art done unto a rich brown state
Thy wife and mother-in-law control thy fate.
Hereafter that thou with us may not meet,
They’ll either chide or guy, cajoling, sweet.
But, "Hark ye not, lest thou should lose,
A "Jester’s" banquet—minus booze,
Mayhap our Steward has in mind
A feast that pleases all mankind
You Jesters worship at the "Shrine" of Food,
Be there first at the door, or you’re no good
The dark skinned savage who adores the sun
And scalps his victim with no sign of fear
Has nothing on a Jester in a run for food that’s free
He’ll kill without a tear.
The old guard, pats the stewards on the back
Whispering sweet nothings, fearful lest the smokes
Should get first to the candidates or visiting folks,
Their wily fingers circling three or four,
They change their seats that they may capture more.
You veteran Jesters, crossed the heated sand,
To strains from the sweet Chanters Band,
Then did thy gentle nature’s sudden change
To "Food Hounds," knife and fork in hand.
Thou now dost talk the earth in fiendish glee
Devouring Banquets, (where the food is free)
Thy wife at home alone, in surly mood
Will curse the ravenous Jesters and their food
But thou wilt perish faithful.
Girt with thick cutlets, chops and loins of beef,
Will not these compensate thy martyred grief?
Sniff now the censer’s ravishing perfume sweet,
List to the sensuous music, sad, monotonous, deep,
Appealing to the ear, to soul, to sense,
To appetite so knawing and intense,
Compelling all to follow as our Director drones,
"Allah is God—virtuous love atones,"
Stir thy sluggish souls, the food hounds path begin,
Arouse ye, or forever starve,
Go forth, and let the steward fill thy skins.
Do, re, me, fah, sol, la, se, do.
This is what the Jesters taught me when they took my dough.
Now, my sonny, don’t get funny,
Anywhere you go,
Having heard our actors in their several masterpieces, do the candidates care to proceed further and connect themselves irrevocably with our wandering troupe?
All Candidates answer:
I Do.
Members of the Royal Cast, what shall you say to these Tyros nominations?
Let them be recorded.
Candidates, you have sought parts in our cast.
Your papers have been found free from blot, hence the Members of our Jester Cast are willing that you should be instructed in the fundamentals of our theatric craft and the tenets of our faith.
You will be prompted in our oral pledge, which you will ever retain fresh in your mind, and always help your brothers to act in accordance with its precepts.
Candidates will be hoodwinked, and kneeling on left knee, will in unison, repeat the following pledge as the DIRECTOR pronounces it to them:
I, …, do hereby accept and acknowledge this contract and pledge with the Royal Jesters and members of the Ancient Arabic Order Nobles of the Mystic Shrine:
I promise never to select or propose any Noble whom I know to be weak or vacillating, or of unknown, or doubted, loyalty, or integrity, morality, or temper.
Furthermore, I do by this obligation, elect myself an Evangel of the Gospel of Mirth, accepting from my Fellow Jesters a mission, to lighten the burdens of all whom I know to be of the Initiate, and for them will I always hang the latchstring without the portals of my true heart.
In witness whereof, I do place my right hand upon my Heart, and bind the covenant we have made amongst us, pledging my faith and honor as a man, that I will not reveal to any person, not a member in good standing of the Royal Jesters, any part, word or action of the ceremonies which have been enacted here, are now being enacted, or are to be enacted hereafter, during this or any other session of this or any other Court of Royal Jesters.
The Impresario lifts the Billiken from its pedestal, and presents it to each candidate m succession to be kissed on the rear portion.
The hoodwink is removed after each one salutes the Billiken and they rise, one at a time, and remain standing in line facing the Director and Cast.
You will now listen to the Creed.
TRAGEDIAN, to the Candidates:
Laugh and the glad World laughs with you
Weep and the sad World will sigh!
Mirth is our life’s true Elixir;
It shows "You’re a regular Guy!"
There’s nothing so banishes worry nor puts such a big crimp in sin
Nor Smooths out the wrinkles of trouble like a jolly old Jester-man’s grin!
It rolls off the years from your shoulders
You’ll forget that you’ve grown to be men!
Your youth turns once more to embrace you
For you’ve grown to be school-boys again!
So if you’ve got grouches, don’t bring ‘em
It’s your laugh and your joke that we need;
For Mirth is the Doctor of Trouble
And Laughter the Jester-man’s Creed!
Now that you have heard the Creed of our most Royal Realm, do you still wish to journey our way, partake of our fleshpots when the skies are fair, or tread the crossties and carry the burdens of your weaker fellow-players when an unappreciative world frowns upon us?
All Candidates answer, "I do."
Then you will be enlightened in the business and lines of your respective parts.—Impreserio, assisted by your staff, you will instruct these Low Comedians in their several characterizations.
The Director declaims the meanings, and the Impresario and assistants perform the necessary action. Any ad lib. stage business here to add to the comedy of the situation.
ACT 1—The Wall-Eyed Popika, or Cat (Business) closing right eye. Blind to players’ shortcomings and faults.
ACT II—The Three-Legged Ilio, or Dog (Business) eating a frankfurter. Typifying friendship and loyalty as Dog for Master.
ACT III—The Dry Papaia, or Biscuit (Business)— eats soda cracker, then whistles "America," typifying cheerfulness even over small things.
ACT IV—The four drops of Okolehao or Champagne (Business)—four drops of near-beer. Typifying Moderation, Temperance, with the Good Things of Life.
ACT V—The Green Pipi, or Rear Action Snake (Business)—closing left eye, rub crown of head with right hand and pat stomach with left hand; then reverse the motions, pat head and rub stomach. Typifying always a level head and satisfaction over the most humble repast, if taken with Jesters and mirthful spirits.
ACT VI—The Gifts of Mother Nature. This act is to determine one of the most essential qualifications of a true Royal Jester. The eyes are given us to see, the ears to hear, and the lips to taste, but above all these ranks the sense of smell. This great gift was only slightly manifested to you when you saluted the Royal Charter. Observation, however, has convinced us of your eligibility and worthiness to be admitted to our realm. Here we typify the value of a scent. The signs of this realm are the actions of the Fifth set in their order; the words of greeting are "Mirth is King," and the response is, "May it ever be." The secret words are "Aloha," meaning a friendly greeting and love, and the answer is "Pau Pilikia," meaning the trouble is over, done. The Impresario will now adorn our members with the insignia of our fellowship.
Impresario now confers the emblems.
Property Man, bring forth the flowing bowl.
Property Man draws foaming near-beer into trick flagon, and hands it to Director.
Takes flagon from Property Man, holds it aloft and delivers the following toast:
Now that you have learned the lessons of The Realm of Royal Jesters, I propose to all of you fellow players on life’s stage a toast to Goodfellowship—-
Here’s to all good fellows in this world and the next—
I drink to you a toast tonight—Goodfellowship’s my text—
Not the chap who takes your hand in an idling hour, you know,
Not the chap who slaps your back as long as the high balls flow;
But the chap who speaks a kindly word when all the world seems wrong,
The chap who grips your hand like a vice and tells you life’s only a song—
What if the fellow lies—what if he knows it too,
There are times in life when the chap that lies, is the only friend that’s true,
So cavil and rant ye prudes who will, of the evil of wine and gin,
But somehow the real true things we feel leak out when the wine flows in
A fool is a fool—a cad is a cad, whichever God meant him to be;
But a man that’s a man won’t forget he’s a man even if out on a spree.
So I drink this toast to you, my friends,
From a heart to a heart let it run,
Here’s to Good Fellows, all over the world,
And God bless them, every one.
Troupe in unison and vociferously repeat.
Tableau — Entire Troupe has quietly and unseen picked up canes from table. Draw them from their left sides like swords, rise on toes of left foot, right foot a. step forward, striking the attitude with the canes pointed to Heaven "—Long Live the King."
MUSIC (Do Re Mi song)
The Fool’s Prayer may be introduced here at direction of the Director.
Exit Troupe.

The Fool’s Prayer
The Royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried, "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer."
The Jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the monarch’s silken stool;
His pleading voice arose, "O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool.
"No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool;
The rod must heal the sin; but Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"Tis not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
‘Tis by follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart strings of a friend.
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept—
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say—
Who knows how grandly it had rung?
"Our faults no tenderness should ask,
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all:
But for our blunders—Oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the fool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
"Be merciful to me, a fool!’