| drums just like
the Dave Clark Five onley there was onlly three
of them. They were realy in orbit man!!! After
them was Green Houses turn and they did a play
about pushing somone over a cliff with Tankel and
Morgan dressed up as women and Richard Cohen
promting and Amirani. We all claped again and
Barry Winton lost his cowboy hat. Next there was a staff After tea Red House did there show and Wyman did a very funny thing about a man watching a fly and in the end he ate it (the fly) and Richard Mandel ressited Shakespeare with Wyman and Mandel did a thing about a police wanted notice which was really about him. And they had a sort of flok song group to. We all claped again natcherally. Then Schmutz said somthing about a distinguished old boy being present and this old gaffer from the Weizman Institute comes on the stage and mumbles somthing about showing us his experiments and Schmutz got Louis Mandel up on the stage and pulled out one of his beerd hairs with tweezes and they streched it across the stage and tyed it to a chair and then pulled the chair across the stage. At the end it turned out the old gaffer was realy Mr. Murry again (har har). Last of all was White House and they did a play called the Monkeys Pore about a magic pore which brings bad luck. Jacob Klein was the old man who wished and Jack Beatson was his wife and Farid Nonoo was there son who got mashed up in the machinery onley we didnt see it happen worse luck. S. Akhavan and Unger were in it to and it wasn't at all bad even a bit scaring at the end. We all claped again of course and then Mr. Roach gave the winners 1 White House (ugh!) 2 Red House (cheers!) 3 Blue House (ugh!) 4 Green House (ugh! ugh!). We all claped and/or bood till we aked. Your loving brother, Sami MYSELF AGED 50 Two figures, one a young boy, the other a bent haggard man, were trudging beside what seemed to be an old rust-eaten Mono-Rail. The man, bent over a rough looking staff, was thin and unshaven, clad merely in skins. His face, old and tired, hinted at long-forgotten times, times better forgotten. The boy, similarly dressed, |
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