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 ever, done.

            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 melodrama.

            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 curtain.

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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 grey.

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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