Petersen: How the West was won
The question is: after cowboys filled up the prairies with cows, they looked around (the cowboys, not the cows) and noticed something was missing. Strange longings invaded their psyches. This is the story of how the early west got won…and populated. Recite or develop into a skit and win the drama prize.
HOW THE WEST GOT WON…
CAST: NARRATOR
COWBOYS: WORRYIN’ WADE, RAMBLIN’ REX, LASH LARUE AND BODACIOUS BAD DOG.
DOVES: SWEET SUE, HANKERIN’ HANNAH, LONESOME LORETTA AND RUTABAGA
Set: Dirty Shame Linecamp somewhere OUT WEST. (decorate with cowboy gear, etc)
(Three cowboys sitting around playing poker, one softly playing harmonica. A fourth cowboy off stage till later)
(Doves off stage)
NARRATOR:
Now here’s the story, so listen close
It has excitement and not a few woes
A travelin’ wagon broke down on the trail
It was carryin’ whiskey and a passel of frails (Make flat cardboard wagon with mule team; gals come on stage as if in wagon – carry it).
The mules fell dead (mules fall over) and the gals were stuck
With nothin’ but whiskey (throw up hands, mock horror) but boy, what luck
Right thar on the mountain they sees a camp (point).
Tain’t much bigger than a whiskey stamp
So they sashays over and they shouts hello’s!
You fellers look like swell fellows
Well the boys they gulped; swallered their tongue
So darned surprised they was struck plumb dumb
Them cowpokes stared and tipped their hats (stare, gawk, gasp, etc).
Had naughty thoughts — we won’t go into that!
The gals stared back at them lonesome cowboys (strut, hands on hips, inspect guys, chuck chins).
Thought they was cute as Pekinese toys
Them gals sashayed and the boys all gasped (gals sit on tall stools).
Them gals was purty as newborn calves (Guys fall over themselves getting an eyeful).
These cuties wore out six husbands apiece
Now they’re huntin’ for others to fill the breech
So come on cowpokes; form a line
Swagger around and show ‘em you’re fine
Well, the first candidate is WORRYIN’ WADE
He’s a mite befuddled and a little dazed (gawk, roll eyes, etc).
WORRYIN’ WADE: (sidles up to SWEET SUE).
Sings — to tune: Salty Dog Blues
Sittin round the fire with the cowboy blues
Gotta big hole in the bottom of my boots
Honey let me be your salty dog
Chorus (all cowboys join in chorus)
Let me be your salty dog
Cuz I’m the cowpoke has it all
Honey let me be your salty Dog
Gals “confer,” then SWEET SUE nods.
WORRYIN’ WADE: leaps to stand behind her.
Continues to gaze dumbstruck.
NARRATOR:
Well, that was one cowpoke; now who’ll be next?
I’ll be durned, if it ain’t RAMBLIN’ REX
Step right up and strut your stuff
Show them gals you can measure up (REX scuffs over to HANKERIN’ HANNAH)
REX: (recites) “Howdy Ma’am. You’re as cute as a puppy.”
HANNAH: (recites) “Howdy, cowboy, you wanna git lucky?”
RAMBLIN’ REX keels over. Elaborate fall…clutches chest. Rolls over to knees.
Sings to HANNAH:
I was down in the sagebrush settin on a log
Finger on the trigger; mind in a fog
Honey, let me be your salty dog
Chorus (all the cowpokes)
Let me be your salty dog
Cuz I’m the cowpoke has it all
Honey let me be your salty dog
Gals confer. Finally HANNAH shrugs and nods at REX.
REX hastens to stand behind her. Continues to stare at her.
NARRATOR:
One puncher left — called LASH LARUE
Ain’t much to look at, but reckon he’ll do
LASH LARUE: (swaggers up to LONESOME LORETTA — Recites):
“I’m LASH LARUE and I’m tellin’ ya true
Don’t mess with me, I’m a mean sorta dude
But now I’m thinkin’ and startin’ to dream
Bout a special gal, a prairie queen
Sure am a-hopin’ you’ll pick me
I’ll buzz around ya like a honey bee
You’ll be my little turtle dove
Cuz you’re the gal I sure do love
(Again the gals “confer.” )
LONESOME LORETTA: pretends to think it over. LASH LARUE twists his hat, acts desperate, nervous, etc.) Finally LONESOME LORETTA gives him a thumbs up).
LASH LARUE – sings:
I’ll take ya off to my mountain home
I’ll stay right there and never roam
Honey let me be your Salty Dog
LORETTA NODS. He goes to stand behind her.
Chorus (all cowboys loud as possible).
Let me be your salty dog
Cuz I’m the cowpoke has it all
Honey let me be your salty Dog
NARRATOR:
Well durn — of cowpokes we’ve done run out
Pore RUTABEGA gonna set there and pout
Whoa now! Who’s behind that there log?
Run for cover! It’s BODACIOUS BAD DOG!
BODACIOUS BAD DOG: (Has been off stage. Come in riding a stick horse)
“Ahm a lookin for a gal,
She’s as purty and sweet as a ripe tomata” (gallops up to RUTABAGA. Dismounts.)
Sings:
Hey, RUTABAGA, I love you
Please pick me and I’ll be true
You and me, we’ll bill and coo
(RUTABAGA flips her boa around BAD DOG’S neck)
He slides around behind her.
The gals stand up. Guys pair up with them.
All sing:
We will be your salty dogs
Cuz we’re the ones that have it all
Honey, we will be true salty dogs
Yeah, we will be true salty dogs
End with cowboys holding up their hats to hide faces.
Do pretend kisses behind hats.
Sound effect…loud smacking noise.
NARRATOR:
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the west got won. ❖
