Carrying
on at Clarence
by Gussie Irene Broad
I was not unhappy to be offered the role of "Carrie Nation"
in Clarence in its recent run in the Rose Ballroom at the Bellvue-Statford
Hotel here in Philadelphia. I should say by way of introduction
that my father is a member of the Friends Meeting here - what
most of you would know as the Quaker Church, and my mother is
the daughter of a Lutheran Minister from Ohiopyle. I am a churchgoer,
and a member of the Women's Christian Temperance Union for which
I have done organization and community work.
I was pleased to learn that Clarence would be played here in
Philadelphia, and I was told that it was a good and pleasant
entertainment for decent Christian folk. I should say that I
am by no means a fanatic of any kind, and that I do not refuse
to associate with those who choose to drink a small quantity
of liquor socially. My work, like that of most other Temperance
folk is aimed at the millions - and I use that number informedly
- of laboring class persons whose poverty and poor estate is
profoundly effected by the easy availability of liquor - those
who live in squalor and let their neglected children roam the
streets while they drink cheap liquor in a subterranean den
where the "bar" is a few boards or an old door, and
the object of patronage is to become drunken as rapidly as possible
to better bear insensate conditions in which no man should be
forced to live.
To anyone who doubts this sort of place exists, I will recommend
the excellent book: How the Other Half Lives: Studies Among
the Tenements of New York by Jacob Riis.
To say that Miss Nation is represented unfairly in Clarence
is an understatement. I realize that the game was written three
years past, however, Miss Nation's biography, The Use and Need
of the Life of Carrie A. Nation has been published since last
year, and I cannot but wonder if it would trouble the GMs to
learn something about the characters that they write, rather
than assembling the snippets of a few articles in the Hearst
Paper written by journalists who see the world through the bottom
of a whisky-glass.
I do not have room here to engage in a biography of Miss Nation,
nor is it my intent to do so - to anyone who is interested -
and everyone ought to be interested - I commend the aforesaid
book. I will suffice it to say that while startling, Miss Nation's
conduct in Kiowa and later has been directed against the saloons
of the slums, and at the closing of "joints" of a
sort that I should hope not even the vilest civilized person
would wish anyone to attend. She has raised a hue and cry and
done much good. I cannot always agree with her methods, but
she is a person of pure heart.
The point of LARP as I understand it is to be entertained.
Despite being handed a scrap of paper in which it was explained
that I was a clear lunatic, and must wave my hatchet about and
attempt to chop up things belonging to people of the better
classes, possibly allying myself with anarchists and criminals,
I endeavored to play the character as I had read in Miss Nation's
Biography. I had come to be entertained and not in fact to lecture
upon temperance, but having been given the person of someone
who must do that, I certainly wished to uphold my end.
Let me say that I was not entertained. I was not entertained
by being tied down to a table, and having the top of my skull
removed by mawkish boys who used such as an excuse to touch
my hair and fondle it rather rudely. I was not entertained by
being told that as the "anti social gland" had been
extracted from my brain, I was now no longer a danger to society
and should go find "some good character to ally myself
with," with a strong suggestion that should be the slavering
schoolboy who had just filched my braincase, with whom I should
say I would not go on a chaperoned date were he the last boy
living on earth save the chaperon.
I did not appreciate being lectured by Mr. Walker about the
"spirit of the game." It was clear that the "spirits
of the game" were having their way with Mr. Walker, and
can only say that if he is let out like that he should be made
to walk straight lest he injure himself.
I was not entertained! I was not entertained by a discussion
among male players which touched on the subject of my genitalia,
specifically their removal for the betterment of the race. I
do not care one whit for the scientific principles of sterilization
- that is no excuse to hover one's hands suggestively over the
torso of a member of the fairer sex, and speak words such as
u______ [it is not clear whether Miss Broad did not actually
write the word, or whether the Editorial policy of Metagame
at the time prohibited the printing of the word - ed.] which
are better passed among real men of medicine in private.
Following my forced lobotomization and sterilization, I was
turned back into the game with Mr. Walker's admonitions to seek
"the spirit of the game" and to "play the character."
I feel I visited upon the GMs no more than they deserved, and
I very much resent being told that I "broke the rules"
or "played against character." If my actions which
seemed sane to me before my "anti social gland" were
removed constituted irrationality, then it seems only fair that
my actions afterward in which I embraced irrationality must
be seen by the GMs as "rational" as they wished.
If it was "wrong" of me to side with Lady Grey, then
so be it. It was after all originally suggested that I seek
out anarchists! She seemed to be one of the few characters in
possession of her faculties, and her rhetoric about the starving
masses moved me more than did that of any of the other characters.
If it is irrational so be it...I was cured of rationality by
having by gland and reins removed!!!
I know there are those who feel that in helping Lady Grey both
in the matter of the War Machine, and in the matter of witholding
the components of the Astronef, I was a poor sport, and sided
with her merely because I felt betrayed by the GMs. But this
is not the case. I had good reason for my actions, and had hardly
met Mr. King who wrote this character before the game, though
I can say I should not receive him now though he perished of
pneumonia in the rain.
If I am to be strapped down, and have my vitals and reason
carved out, there is no telling what I or others might do! At
last I was entertained, though I felt cheated when the GMs overturned
a clear victory for the forces of anarchy and chaos on the flimsiest
of pretexts!