Question

hey can some one help me i am trying to help my brother with this question:
Which prop would be most appropriate on the set of Brighton Beach Memoirs to indicate that the play takes place in 1937?

a black-and-white photograph of the New York Yankees
a pitcher filled with lemonade and four empty glasses
a color television
a wood-burning stove

Answer 1

Brighton Beach, New York. September 1937. A wooden frame house, not too far from the beach. It is a lower-middle-income area inhabited mostly by Jews, Irish and Germans.

The entrance to the house is to the right: a small porch and two steps up that lead to the front door. Inside we see the dining room and living-room area. Another door leads to the kitchen… A flight of stairs leads up to three small bedrooms. Unseen are two other bedrooms. A hallway leads to other rooms…

It’s around six-thirty and the late-September sun is sinking fast. KATE JEROME, about forty years old, is setting the table. Her sister, BLANCHE MORTON, thirty-eight, is working at a sewing machine. LAURIE MORTON, aged thirteen, is lying on the sofa reading a book.

Outside on the grass stands EUGENE JEROME, almost but not quite fifteen. He is wearing knickers, a shirt and tie, a faded and torn sweater, Keds sneakers and a baseball cap. He has a beaten and worn baseball glove on his left hand, and in his right hand he holds a softball that is so old and battered that it is ready to fall apart.

On an imaginary pitcher’s mound, facing left, he looks back over his shoulder to an imaginary runner on second, then back over to the “batter.” Then he winds up and pitches, hitting an offstage wall.

EUGENE One out, a man on second, bottom of the seventh, two balls, no strikes… Ruffing checks the runner on second, gets the sign from wingspaney, Ruffing stretches, Ruffing pitches — (He throws the ball) Caught the inside corner, steerike one! Atta baby! No hitter up there. (He retrieves the ball) One out, a man on second, bottom of the seventh, two balls, one strike… Ruffing checks the runner on second, gets the sign from wingspaney, Ruffing stretches, Ruffing pitches — (He throws the ball) Low and outside, ball three. Come on, Red! Make him a hitter! No batter up there. In there all the time, Red.

BLANCHE (Stops sewing) Kate, please. My head is splitting.

KATE I told that boy a hundred and nine times. (She yells out) Eugene! Stop banging the wall!

EUGENE (Calls out) In a minute, Ma! This is for the World Series! (Back to his game) One out, a man on second, bottom of the seventh, three balls, one strike… Ruffing stretches, Ruffing pitches – (He throws the ball) Oh, no! High and outside, JoJo Moore walks! First and second and Mel Ott lopes up to the plate…

BLANCHE (Stops again) Can’t he do that someplace else?

KATE I’ll break his arm, that’s where he’ll do it. (She calls out) Eugene, I’m not going to tell you again. Do you hear me?

EUGENE It’s the last batter, Mom. Mel Ott is up. It’s a crucial moment in World Series history.

KATE Your Aunt Blanche has a splitting headache.

BLANCHE I don’t want him to stop playing. It’s just the banging.

LAURIE (Looks up from her book) He always does it when I’m studying. I have a big test in history tomorrow.

EUGENE One pitch, Mom? I think I can get him to pop up. I have my stuff today.

KATE Your father will give you plenty of stuff when he comes home! You hear?

EUGENE All right! All right!

KATE I want you inside now! Put out the water glasses.

BLANCHE I can do that.

KATE Why? Is his arm broken? (She yells out again) And I don’t want any back talk, you hear? (She goes back to the kitchen)

EUGENE (Slams the ball into his glove angrily. Then he cups his hands, making a megaphone out of it and announces to the grandstands) “Attention, ladeees and gentlemen! Today’s game will be delayed because of my Aunt Blanche’s headache…”

KATE Blanche, that’s enough sewing today. That’s all I need is for you to go blind.

BLANCHE I just have this one edge to finish… Laurie, darling, help your Aunt Kate with the dishes.

LAURIE Two more pages, all right, Ma? I have to finish the Macedonian Wars.

KATE Always studying, that one. She’s gonna have some head on her shoulders. (She calls out from the kitchen) Eugene!!

EUGENE I’m coming.

KATE And wash your hands.

EUGENE They’re clean. I’m wearing a glove. (He throws the ball into his glove again… then he looks out front and addresses the audience) I hate my name! Eugene Morris Jerome… It is the second worst name ever given to a male child. The first worst is Haskell Fleischmann… How am I ever going to play for the Yankees with a name like Eugene Morris Jerome? You have to be a Joe… or a Tony… or Frankie… If only I was born Italian… All the best Yankees are Italian… My mother makes spaghetti with ketchup, what chance do I have? (He slams the ball into his glove again)

LAURIE I’m almost through, Ma.

BLANCHE All right, darling. Don’t get up too quickly.

KATE (To LAURIE) You have better color today, sweet-heart. Did you get a little sun this morning?

LAURIE I walked down to the beach.

BLANCHE Very slowly, I hope?

LAURIE Yes, Ma.

BLANCHE That’s good.

EUGENE(Turns to the audience again) She gets all this special treatment because the doctors say she has kind of a flutter in her heart… I got hit with a baseball right in the back of the skull, I saw two of everything for a week and I still had to carry a block of ice home every afternoon… Girls are treated like queens. Maybe that’s what I should have been born — an Italian girl…

Right side image caption: Today, Brighton Beach is a small boardwalk community where many families who emigrated from Europe still live today.

KATE(Picks up a sweat sock from the floor) EUGENE!!

EUGENE What??

KATE How many times have I told you not to leave your things around the house?

EUGENE A hundred and nine.

KATE What?

EUGENE You said yesterday, “I told you a hundred and nine times not to leave your things around the house.”

BLANCHE Don’t be fresh to your mother, Gene!

EUGENE(To the audience) Was I fresh? I swear … that’s what she said to me yesterday… One day I’m going to put all this in a book or a play. I’m going to be a writer like Ring Lardner or somebody — that’s if things don’t work out first with the Yankees, or the Cubs, or the Red Sox, or maybe possibly the Tigers… If I get down to the St. Louis Browns, then I’ll definitely be a writer.

LAURIE Mom, can I have a glass of lemonade?

BLANCHE It’ll spoil your dinner, darling.

KATE A small glass, it couldn’t hurt her.

BLANCHE All right. In a minute, angel.

KATE I’ll get it. I’m in the kitchen anyway.

EUGENE (To the audience) Can you believe that? She’d better have a bad heart or I’m going to kill her one day… (He gets up to walk into the house, then stops on the porch steps and turns to the audience again… confidentially) Listen, I hope you don’t repeat this to anybody… What I’m telling you are my secret memoirs. It’s called, “The Unbelievable, Fantastic and Completely Private Thoughts of I, Eugene Morris Jerome, in this, the fifteenth year of his life, in the year nineteen hundred and thirty-seven in the community of Brighton Beach, Borough of Brooklyn, Kings County, City of New York, Empire State of the American Nation —”

KATE (Comes out of the kitchen with a glass of lemonade and one roller skate) A roller skate? On my kitchen floor? Do you want me dead, is that what you want?

EUGENE (Rushes into the house) I didn’t leave it there.

KATE No? Then who? Laurie? Aunt Blanche? Did you ever see them on skates? (She holds out the skate) Take this upstairs… Come here!

EUGENE (Approaches, holding the back of his head) Don’t hit my skull, I have a concussion.

KATE (Handing the glass to LAURIE) What would you tell your father if he came home and I was dead on the kitchen floor?

EUGENE I’d say, “Don’t go in the kitchen, Pa!”

KATE (Swings at him, he ducks and she misses) Get upstairs! And don’t come down with dirty hands.

EUGENE (Goes up the stairs. He turns to the audience) You see why I want to write all this down? In case I grow up all twisted and warped, the world will know why.

Answer 2

here is the memor

Answer 3

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Answer 4

give me a few to read through

Answer 5

ok thanks

Answer 6

the logical one to me
a black-and-white photograph of the New York Yankees

Answer 7

thanks my ow and my brother sees thank you

Answer 8

anytime