Our Street Players were looking for something different to do, other
than our silly and raunchy comedies, of course, in the local bars and
taverns and I had always been attracted to the turgid, German and
Russian, heavy dramas from my school days. One had caught my eye,
maybe for its title, called "Wolves" by one Alfred Brust, and seldom, if
We contacted a small, irregular performance space in the Pike Street
Market, and I guess a friend of Billy King's, who had his studio there.
It was a dark, lower room, perfect for our gloomy, one-act, night-time
Late one stormy, winter night, the clergyman Reverend Tolkening and his
wife Anita are visited by a medical practitioner, ironically named Dr.
John Joy and his sister Miss Agatha in their East Prussian parsonage.
The script calls for a "Very slow and brooding tempo."
Russell played the Reverend, our wonderful Sandy Jacobsen his wife, Bob
Galagher the doctor, and Billy's young wife Olga his sister.
The Reverend keeps a cage of wolves in his back yard. No good will
come from this night as Miss Agatha's bloody body confirms at the final
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Also, memorable, for me at least, I decided to we should adorn the
theater's small entryway with oversized, gesture-paintings in black and
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I would later reproduce them in a small book of limited-edition.
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...NEXT: SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER