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Appendices 187
FACING PAGE
"Perhaps we will meet again like the raindrops" 4
Social Stagnancy is a Characteristic Trait of the Small Town and the Country 22
An Old Dingy, Dull-Grey Chapel on the Second Floor of the Administration Building was remodeled into what is now known as The Little Country Theater 45
It Has a Seating Capacity of Two Hundred 53
The Package Library System 55
A Farm Home Scene in Iceland Thirty Years Ago 70
Scene--"Leonarda" 72
Scene--"The Servant in the House" 78
Scene--"Back to the Farm" 82
The Pastimes of the Ages 84
Scene--"Sitting Bull-Custer" 88
Scene--"American Beauties," A One Act Play 92
Scene--"A Bee in a Drone's Hive" 100
Folk Dances, Parades, and Pageants have become an Integral Part of the Social Life of the State 172
Of the Fifty-three Counties in the State Thirty-five have County Play Days 174
The Greek Theater, University of California, Berkeley, California 222
"The Crescent," One of America's Largest Open Air Theaters, El Zagal Park, Fargo, North Dakota 223
The Stadium, Harvard University 224
The Interior of the Stadium 225
Rural Community Center, Rusk Farm 228
Community House, Leeland, Texas 229
Village Hall, Wyoming, New York 230
Community Building and Floor Plan 231
Auditorium, Hendrum, Minnesota 232
Stage Designs 235
THE LITTLE COUNTRY THEATER
THE RAINDROPS
One day, about three weeks before the Christmas holidays, two young men came to see me. I shall never forget the incident because to me it marked one of the most fascinating episodes in the social life of country people. One of the young men was tall with broad shoulders and had light hair and grey eyes. The other was of medium height and had dark hair. His home was in Iceland. That they both had something important to say was evident from the expression on their faces. After a few moment's hesitation, they told me they had thought out an idea for a play. Both of them were brimful of enthusiasm in regard to it. Whether or not they could produce it was a question. An obstacle stood in the way. Most of the scenes were laid in Iceland. And what playhouse or village hall, especially a country theater, ever owned any scenery depicting home life, snow-capped mountains, and landscapes in that far-away region? Above all, there was no money to buy any, either.
When told that they would have to paint the scenery themselves, they looked somewhat surprised. It is doubtful whether either of them had ever painted anything more than his mother's kitchen floor or perhaps whitewashed a fence or the interior of a barn. They finally decided to do the job. A painter was called over the phone who said he wouldn't charge the boys a cent for the colors if they painted the scene. Up in an attic of a building near by there was an old faded pink curtain that had been cast aside. It was thought to be no longer useful. Within twenty-four hours the curtain was brought over and hoisted, and the floor of the stage adjacent to the office was covered with paint pails, brushes, and water colors. With dogged determination they decided to finish the painting during the holiday vacation. A few minutes before midnight on New Year's Eve the last stroke of the brush was made. The quaint cottage, the snow white-capped mountain, the tumbling waterfall and the steep ascending cliffs were painted in a manner which brought many favorable comments from competent art critics. The blending of the colors was magnificent. It was genuine art. The beauty of it all was that these two young men found that they could express themselves even on canvas.
Just as they had painted their scenery on the stage of the theater, so did they write their play, acting out each line before they put it in final form for presentation. Often they worked all night until four o'clock in the morning. They called their play "The Raindrops." The theme is told in the second act of the play. The scene represents the interior of an Icelandic home. It is evening. The family circle has gathered. Some are sewing and others knitting. The children want to hear a story. Sveinn, one of the characters in the play, finally says to them, "All right then, if you are quiet, I will tell you the story of the raindrops who met in the sky." And he narrates the following which the children listen to with rapt attention.
"Once there were two raindrops away-way high up in the clouds. The sun had just lately smiled at them as they were playing in the big ocean, and his smile had drawn them up into the sky. Now as they danced and sported about in its radiance he decked them in all the bright and beautiful colors of the rainbow; and they were so happy over being rid of the dirt and salt that they almost forgot themselves for joy.
But somehow there seemed to be something that reminded them of the past. They felt as if they had met before. Finally one said, "Say, friend, haven't we met before?" "That is just what I've been thinking," said friend. "Where have you been, comrade?"
"I've been on the broad prairies on the west side of the big mountain that you see down there," answered comrade.
"Oh," said friend, "and I've been on the green slope on the east side of the mountain. I had a friend who fell at the same time as I did, and we were going to keep together, but unfortunately he fell on the other side of the ridge."
"That was too bad," said comrade, "the same thing happened to me but my friend fell on the east side just close to that stone you see down there."
"Why, that is just where I fell," said friend. This was enough--they could scarcely contain themselves with joy over meeting and recognizing one another again.
After they had danced one another around for a while, shaken hands a dozen times or more, and slapped one another on the back till they were all out of breath, friend said, "Now, comrade, tell me all about everything that has happened to you."
"And you'll have to tell me everything that you have seen," said comrade.
"Yes, I'll do that," said friend, and then comrade began:
"Well, I fell on the west side of that stone, as you know. At first I felt kind of bad, but I gradually got over it and began to move in the same direction as the others I saw around me. At first I could not move fast, for I was so small that every little pebble blocked my road, but then the raindrops held a meeting and agreed to work together to help one another along and I joined the company to help form a pretty little brook. In this way we were able to push big stones out of our road and we were so happy that we laughed and played and danced in the sunlight which shone to the bottom of the brook, for we were not too many and we were all clean.
"Gradually more and more joined us till we became a big river. Nothing could any longer stand in our road and we became so proud of our strength that we tore up the earth and dug out a deep, deep path that everyone might see.
"But then our troubles began. We became so awfully dirty that the sun no longer reached any but those on top, while others were forced to stay in the dark. They groaned under the weight of those up higher, while at the same time they tore up from the bottom more and more filth.
"I wanted to get out of it all, but there didn't seem to be any way. I tried to get up on the big, broad banks where all sorts of crops were growing, but I was met and carried back by others rushing on into the river, evidently without realizing where they were going. The current tossed me about, first in the sunshine and then in the depths of darkness, and I had no rest till at last I got into the great ocean. There I rested and washed off most of the dirt."
"I wish I could have seen the river," said friend, "but why didn't you spread out more, so as to help the crops on the plains and so that all might have sunlight?"
"I don't know," said comrade, "First we wanted to leave a deep path for others to see, and then later it seemed that we were helpless in the current that we ourselves had started. You must now tell me your story."
"Yes," said friend. "I fell on the east side of that stone, and when I couldn't find you I started east, because I saw the sun there. After a while I bumped into a great big stone which was right across my path. It was such an ugly thing that I got angry and said, 'Get out of my way, you ugly thing, or I'll get all the other raindrops together and roll you out of the road.'
"Oh, no, do not do that," said the stone, "for I am sheltering a beautiful flower from the wind, but I'll lift myself up a little so you can crawl under."
"It was awfully dark and nasty and creepy under the stone, and I didn't like it a bit, but when I came out into the sunshine and saw the beautiful flowers on the other side I was glad that I hadn't spoiled their shelter."
"'Isn't this lovely?' said a raindrop near me, 'let us go and look at all the flowers.' Then a crowd of raindrops that had gathered said, 'Let us spread out more and more and give them all a drink,' and we went among the flowers on the slope and in the valleys. As we watered them they smiled back at us till their smiles almost seemed brighter than the sunlight. When evening came we went down the little brooks over the waterfalls and hopped and danced in the eddy while we told one another about the things we had seen. There were raindrops from the glaciers and from the hot springs, from the lava fields and from the green grassy slopes, and from the lofty mountain peaks, where all the land could be seen. Then we went on together singing over the level plains and into the ocean."
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