The House on Whaleshead Rock—A Play

The House On Whaleshead Rock, by Richard Norquist, © 1967, by The Heuer Publishing Company (My image of it © 2020 F. P. Dorchak)

The House On Whaleshead Rock, by Richard Norquist, © 1967, by The Heuer Publishing Company (My image of it © 2020 F. P. Dorchak)

When I was in grade school, at Petrova Middle, in Saranac Lake, New York, I’d acted in a play. It was my first and only acting gig. It’s a story about a small group of girls from a Girls’ Finishing School (this was written in 1967) getting stuck out on an isolated island during a “dark and stormy night,” while a gangster and his entourage also land on the same island. It’s “naively amusing.” Has quirky elements in it, like a ghost, Medusa head, and a mummy, with zero explanation about any of them, except the ghost.

The play was published by Heuer Publishing. I searched for this play, but it’s no longer in their inventory.

Anyway, I was in the second-string set of actors who did the other performances for our school and were not the main attraction. I played “Nick,” the “small-time gangster and escaped convict, not too intelligent” and all. In fact none of the characters are all that intelligent! I had sidekick “muscle,” named “Squirrel,” and my gun moll was “Toots.” One of my good friends, Dave Finegan, played Squirrel, another friend, John Brown, played Mr. Wallace. I remember that RL (Dave’s and John’s names were used with their permissions; don’t want to be presumptuous using “RL’s” name, who I’m not in contact with) played Toots (at least I’m pretty sure it was RL ). And I’ll tell you why.

At the end of play, when all of us actors had been sitting together for the applause and all, my gun moll, Toots, was wrapped up as a mummy, because of the last scene where her character had been exchanged with the mummy (again, no reason given). I sat right next to her. As I sat there, I noticed that she was, well…unraveling. Around the upper left thigh and hip area. Then another of us also noticed it, as I remember it. Now, RL was quite cute, and I found myself in a dilemma: do I do the right thing and let her know that she was, indeed, unraveling (and showing some skin), or do I…you know…wait a little while?

Well this other person and I exchanged glances with each other, quietly giggling…until (again, as I remember it) we were caught. Not quite sure by whom or how, but…our jig was up!

We might have been asked why we’d been giggling, or maybe it became plainly obvious once our cast looked about themselves, but in any case RL finally realized she’d been unraveling!

At this point RL looked down to herself (saw flesh, no doubt)…cast me a look…then hightailed it off stage!

I really liked my acting experience.


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2 Responses to The House on Whaleshead Rock—A Play

  1. I remember this play! Great story!

  2. Karen Lin says:

    Ha! Great experience! You little devil you! Boys will be boys. In these times, those boys would be sent home for a few days to check their attitudes and thought assault. The world has turned a little bit crazy in denial of… well… nature.

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