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Milty's Mag, June 1941

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Milty's Mag                                    Page seven
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   The curtains rise, and the stage is a dim blue, with a red light in the rear silhouetting vast, vague shapes of machinery, which move up and down to the rhythm of the music. A streak of light shoots from one of the machines, and all of them start moving, in different rhythms. Milty pounds harder at the piano, left hand giving four beats against seven in the right. A tramping of feet is heard from both sides of the stage, and the chorus marches in, in close formation. They are chanting, very softly, in mixed rhythms and off key. Whether it is on the score or rowful wail, and it goes like this:

We are the slaves of the machine,
We are the men who live below,
We turn the wheels and tend the engines,
We toil with steel and steam and fire, 
We are the slaves of the machine.

Up above the city rears,
With towers high and colors bright,
With music, singing, dancing, joy, 
With stars and sun and moon and sky,
And freedom that we never see.

Here below is black and foul,
With smoke and soot and grime,
With toil and labor never stopping,
Wearing down our bodies til
We are machines like those of steel.

We are the slaves of the machine,
We are the men who live in toil,
We make the food, the power, the light,
We forge the metal and build the world,
We make the airplanes, the towers, the bridges,
We fight the wars that others make,
We live in darkness, the levels below.
We are the slaves of the machine.

   The last verse begins fff. fortissimo, as loud as possible, and keeps getting louder and louder after that. Finally Milty is pounding on the piano with both arms and elbows until he falls to the floor, exhausted. When he is revived, the opera continues.

   The hero enters the stage. (applause) He is the parasitic from the upper levels who is slumming down in the workers quarters. He sings an aria explaining this. He is astonished at the things he sees, and wonders why his father didn't tell him all the facts of life. He doesn't know that the Dies Committee had said they were subversive and had banned them from his grade three reader. He happens to barge in upon a workers meeting, and the heroine is making a speech. She is giving them the real red hot stuff. He looks at her, and she looks at him, and -- bang -- they are in love. He says to her what goes on here? She says to him, comes the revolution the workers will ear strawberries and cream.

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Milty's Mag Page seven ________________________________________ The curtains rise, and the stage is a dim blue, with a red light in the rear silhouetting vast, vague shapes of machinery, which move up and down to the rhythm of the music. A streak of light shoots from one of the machines, and all of them start moving, in different rhythms. Milty pounds harder at the piano, left hand giving four beats against seven in the right. A tramping of feet is heard from both sides of the stage, and the chorus marches in, in close formation. They are chanting, very softly, in mixed rhythms and off key. Whether it is on the score or rowful wail, and it goes like this: We are the slaves of the machine, We are the men who live below, We turn the wheels and tend the engines, We toil with steel and steam and fire, We are the slaves of the machine. Up above the city rears, With towers high and colors bright, With music, singing, dancing, joy, With stars and sun and moon and sky, And freedom that we never see. Here below is black and foul, With smoke and soot and grime, With toil and labor never stopping, Wearing down our bodies til We are machines like those of steel. We are the slaves of the machine, We are the men who live in toil, We make the food, the power, the light, We forge the metal and build the world, We make the airplanes, the towers, the bridges, We fight the wars that others make, We live in darkness, the levels below. We are the slaves of the machine. The last verse begins fff. fortissimo, as loud as possible, and keeps getting louder and louder after that. Finally Milty is pounding on the piano with both arms and elbows until he falls to the floor, exhausted. When he is revived, the opera continues. The hero enters the stage. (applause) He is the parasitic from the upper levels who is slumming down in the workers quarters. He sings an aria explaining this. He is astonished at the things he sees, and wonders why his father didn't tell him all the facts of life. He doesn't know that the Dies Committee had said they were subversive and had banned them from his grade three reader. He happens to barge in upon a workers meeting, and the heroine is making a speech. She is giving them the real red hot stuff. He looks at her, and she looks at him, and -- bang -- they are in love. He says to her what goes on here? She says to him, comes the revolution the workers will ear strawberries and cream.