New Yorker in Tondo (Marcelino Agana, Jr.)
NEW YORKER IN TONDO (Marcelino Agana, Jr.)
SCENE:
The parlor of the Mendoza house in Tondo. Front door is at right. Curtained window is at left. Left side of stage is occupied by a rattan set –sofa and two chairs flanking a table. On the right side of the stage, a cabinet radio stands against a back wall. Open door-way in center, background, leads into the rest of the house. (As she walks toward the door) –Visitors, always visitors. Nothing but visitors all day long. Naku, I’m beginning to feel like a society matron.
MRS. M:
(She opens door. Tony steps in, carrying a bouquet. Tony is 26, dressed to kill, and is the suave type. Right now, however, he is feeling a trifle nervous. He starts slightly on seeing Mrs. Mendoza.) MRS. M TONY MRS. M : : : Tony! I thought you were in the provinces. (Startling) –But is that you, Aling Atang? ( Laughing) --- Of course. It’s I, foolish boy. Who did you think it was …Carmen Rosales? You …you don’t look like Aling Atang. (shyly touching her boyish bob) – I had my hair cut. Do I look so horrible? Oh, no, no … you look just wonderful, Aling Atang. For a moment I thought you were your own daughter. I thought you were Kikay. : (Playfully slapping his cheek) --- Oh, you are as palikero as ever, Tony. But come in, come in. (She moves toward the furniture and Tony follows.) Here, sit down, Tony. How is your mother? (As he sits down, still holding the bouquet) --- Oh, poor mother is terribly homesick for Tondo, Aling Atang. She wants to come back here at once. (Standing beside his chair, putting on an apron) – How long have you been away? Only three months Only three months! Three months is too long for a Tondo native to be away from Tondo. Ay, my kumare, how bored she must be out there! Well, Aling Atang, you know how it is with us engineers. We must go where our jobs call us. But as soon as I have finished with that bridge in
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SCENE:
The parlor of the Mendoza house in Tondo. Front door is at right. Curtained window is at left. Left side of stage is occupied by a rattan set –sofa and two chairs flanking a table. On the right side of the stage, a cabinet radio stands against a back wall. Open door-way in center, background, leads into the rest of the house. (As she walks toward the door) –Visitors, always visitors. Nothing but visitors all day long. Naku, I’m beginning to feel like a society matron.
MRS. M:
(She opens door. Tony steps in, carrying a bouquet. Tony is 26, dressed to kill, and is the suave type. Right now, however, he is feeling a trifle nervous. He starts slightly on seeing Mrs. Mendoza.) MRS. M TONY MRS. M : : : Tony! I thought you were in the provinces. (Startling) –But is that you, Aling Atang? ( Laughing) --- Of course. It’s I, foolish boy. Who did you think it was …Carmen Rosales? You …you don’t look like Aling Atang. (shyly touching her boyish bob) – I had my hair cut. Do I look so horrible? Oh, no, no … you look just wonderful, Aling Atang. For a moment I thought you were your own daughter. I thought you were Kikay. : (Playfully slapping his cheek) --- Oh, you are as palikero as ever, Tony. But come in, come in. (She moves toward the furniture and Tony follows.) Here, sit down, Tony. How is your mother? (As he sits down, still holding the bouquet) --- Oh, poor mother is terribly homesick for Tondo, Aling Atang. She wants to come back here at once. (Standing beside his chair, putting on an apron) – How long have you been away? Only three months Only three months! Three months is too long for a Tondo native to be away from Tondo. Ay, my kumare, how bored she must be out there! Well, Aling Atang, you know how it is with us engineers. We must go where our jobs call us. But as soon as I have finished with that bridge in
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