Posted by JC
on March 24, 2009, 12:26 pm
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Having seen a recent installment of the comic strip BC featuring the character of the Midnight Skulker, I was returned to the Spring of 1968 and our High School Review.
The Key Club did our version of a Bob Hope USO Show. As Bob, I put together an opening monologue which received less than rave reviews from Mrs. English (or was it Ms.) after the Thursday night rehershal. Mr. Strunk admitted that it was damn funny but we were dealing with a family audience. I was admonished to remove certain parts before the weekend performances. Of course I relented in their presence and proceeded to ignore any form of apriori censorship.
The show went on at Stalag 69 under the rule Commandant C.K. Biteum. The jokes about Second and Cherry Streets were a hit, as were the lovely ladies portrayed by various Key Club members.
After the Friday show, I received no further suggestions from the Review directors. Apparently the Gerstmeyer family community was less prudish than the director's assessment.
Now enter The Midnight Skulker. He was appearing regularly in The BC strip at that point in time. On Saturday night, John Loizzo (sorry sp john) showed up with a Skulker outfit his mother had put together. A bedspread dyed deep purple with other adornments I can't recall. Although John was not a Key Club member or part of our skit, this was too good to not be shared with the audience. We arranged for The Skulker to appear during the segment with our lovely ladies. He would swoop out of the wing of the stage and snatch-up one of the beauties and steal her from the stage. Ronnie Russell was selected for the starring female's role. Now Ronnie looked pretty good with an ample and realistic looking set of tits(sorry but the term breasts is just not adequate for this story). The audience would soon find out the key to Ronnie's endowment.
You know, somethings turn out better than one would ever anticipate. This was one of those times. As The Skulker claimed his prize and hoisted the beauty over his shoulder, two firm and well rounded water ballons sprung from her bra and launched themselves toward the crowd. They burst upon the stage floor in near unison with the crowd's uproar. Exit, stage left.
As I left the stage, I could hear the muffled praise of Mr. Sisson " God damn Key Club " as he approached the scene with mop in hand.
Several of the WF fellows donned the super hero outfit later that night and paraded along Wabash and it's various venues. Oh what a night!
PS: I never knowingly received any repercussion from this endeavor , but was told that some restrictions affected Key Club skits in later years.
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