Songs of 1916–1925Shakespeare Up-to-Date
Oscar Hammerstein II’s first known lyric was a tercentenary tribute to the Bard (d. 1616) interpolated into The Peace Pirates, the Columbia University Varsity Show of 1916.
Music probably by Ray Perkins. Published in a limited edition piano-vocal score. Introduced by principals and chorus.
In my youthful college days
I read all of Shakespeare’s plays
From Henry VIII to Taming of the Shrew
I’ve seen almost ev’ry one
Of the plays that Shaw has done,
And can’t find much resemblance in the two.
But strange to say I had an awful dream the other night.
I woke to see this weird unusual sight:
Oh there was Romeo and Imogen parading around the room.
Lady Macbeth was getting married with Hamlet as the groom.
Then Juliet and Lear were playing cards
While Portia was keeping score.
Now this may all seem wrong to you
But I’m sure it would be true
If George Bernard Shaw had but written
Some of Bill Shakespeare’s plays.
Once a friend remarked to me,
How great would the profit be
To put some music to Bill Shakespeare’s shows.
I have hunted all around,
There’s a man that I have found
Could do the job as ev’rybody knows.
Just fancy George M. Cohan in a music comedy
For this is how his stunt would doubtless be:
Henry VIII would wave a flag and sing “Hooray for the U.S.A.”
Shylock would seek his pound of flesh in a patriotic way.
Then Cleopatra might be seen in tights
Or dancing with Romeo.
Now this may all seem wrong to you
But I’m sure it would be true
If George Cohan had ever produced
Some of Bill Shakespeare’s plays.Home, James (1917)
New York run: Hotel Astor, Grand Ballroom; opened March 28, 1917; 5 performances. A musical comedy in two acts, presented by the Columbia University Players under the management of Charles Steiner, class of ’17. Book and lyrics by Herman A. Axelrod, ’15, and Oscar Hammerstein II, ’18L. Music by Robert K. Lippmann, ’19. Additional music and lyrics by Kenneth S. Webb, ’06; Roy Webb, ’10; M. S. Wolff, ’15; Robert A. Simon, ’18; Frank Padwe, ’16; Edgar Wolfe, ’20; Cyril S. Laub, ’18; and G. M. Watts, ’17. Staged under the direction of Kenneth S. Webb. Orchestra under the direction of Roy Webb, ’10. Orchestrations by Roy Webb.
Major roles: John D. Beals Jr., ’17 (Gideon Guiness); Randolph M. Saville, ’18 (Steve Guiness, his son); James D. Herbert, ’19 (the Red Rose Girl); Phillip B. Leavitt, ’18 (Marion Gay, Steve’s sweetheart); Ormond V. Gould, ’17 (Lucius Vodka, a mysterious personage); Oscar Hammerstein II, ’18L (Armand Dubonnet, head waiter at Roget’s); H. William Hanemann, ’17 (Emma Guiness, Gideon’s better 99/100); Louis C. Owens Jr., ’20 (Vivienne, her daughter).
Except as detailed below, the lyrics were preserved in a lavish program-libretto and in a smaller pamphlet of lyrics. The program advertises a vocal score, but none of the music is known to survive. A song list published in the Columbia Daily Spectator
, March 9, 1917, includes the title “What’s This Old World Coming To?” by Axelrod, Hammerstein and Lippmann, to be performed in act two by the character Lucius Vodka; that song has not been found.
Hammerstein played the leading comic role in the show, and after one of the matinees he received congratulations from fraternity brother Mortimer Rodgers and Rodgers’ musical younger brother, Richard.
ACT ONE OPENING CHORUS
Lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II and Herman Axelrod. Introduced by the ensemble.
People think we’re bank directors
Just because we dine at Rector’s.
But from eight o’clock till five,
We just have to keep alive
Behind a ribbon counter.
Every day when work is over,
We start out each one a rover,
Dancing till the break of day,
Trying hard to look blasé In a careful, careless way.
We are ladies of the chorus.
Tired businessmen adore us.
We hate auto rides and pearls,
For we’re just hard-working girls.
We are martyrs to the cause of art.
Our little group of serious thinkers
Always investigates and tinkers,
In our inimitable way
With the problems of the day.
Cubist art and verse that’s free,
Surely are the things we Find most interesting,
Oh, yes, we do.
We’re the ones who set the craze
Dining in red-ink cafes
Until the lights go out.
Stick around, this is going to be some show.
We’ve seen all the rehearsals and we know.
Scenery quite disturbin’
Done by our own Urban.
The cast and the chorus are chock full of pep and go.
Every song has a tuneful melody,
Sparkling with originality.
As for the whole libretto and the lyricizing,
There’s no use to start a- criticizing,
If you don’t believe it, wait and see!Marion
Lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II and Herman Axelrod. Introduced by Randolph M. Saville (Steve) and chorus.
Girlies by hundreds I’ve oft met before
And they’ve made no impression on me.
Those who were pretty had nobody home
And the bright ones were plain as could be.
Some girls were shy But I passed them all by,
And I shunned all the wise dames too,
’Cause each little peach had her own little flaw;
But I’m glad I persisted
For I found there existed
The one and the only she!
Marion, oh, won’t you marry me?
You’re the only girl I’ve found.
Marion, now please don’t carry on,
For I’m hopelessly smitten
And weak as a kitten,
Whenever you’re around.
All the rest are merely also-rans;
There’s but one that I can see.
Won’t you please stop your tarryin’,
Dear little Marion,
And think of marryin’ me?
Where is the play of today that’s completed
Without some love interest to blend?
Don’t be so slow, dear,
You may as well know, dear,
You’ll be in my arms at the end.
First you may dally,
But at the finale
I’ll call you my blushing bride.
’Cause if you were not,
It would spoil all the plot.
And a good leading lady Is never old-maidy,
So let’s get the license now.
REPEAT REFRAINPlankety Plank
Lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II and Herman Axelrod. Introduced by Randolph M. Saville (Steve), Phillip B. Leavitt* (Marion), and the Mandolin Club.
A wee mandolin and a big guitar
Were thrown together by chance.
’Twas way downtown in a music store
They started their own romance.
The great big guitar told the mandolin
There was never an instrument cuter.
When he stole a kiss, she
Coyly told him that he
Was a suitor
Too ardent to suit her.
“Plunkety-plunkety plunk, plunk?”
That’s how he worded his plea.
“Planky-planky plankety, planky plank,”
She’d answer, “Not for me.”
“See how you’re pulling my heart strings?”
“Plankety, planky, plank.”
Then at last his persistence
Broke down her resistance,
And now they are both in tune.
The wee mandolin and the big guitar
Have learned how to harmonize.
He accompanies her every place she goes;
He knows he has won a prize.
He thrills as she trills in her rhythmic way
For indeed they are never quite quiet.
They have no cause to brood O’er the high cost of food,
With their music and love for a diet.
* Phil Leavitt, who played the “heroine” of Home, James, is best remembered for his role in introducing Richard Rodgers to Lorenz Hart. He also performed “There’s Always Room for One More,” the first song with words by Hammerstein and music by Rodgers.Poor Armand
Lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II and Herman Axelrod. Introduced by Oscar Hammerstein II (Armand). The New York Herald
called Hammerstein “funmaker in extraordinary as Armand Dubonnet, maître d’hôtel, who breaks into society as a supposed comte.”
I was very young at the time,
The spring was in the air,
That is the season when a young man’s fancy
Turns to thoughts that cause a lot of trouble.
She was a wispy, fairy-like thing,
Clad in her gossamer gingham.
Out into the country, we’d take long walks.
Oh—the bull! How I’d fling him.
But one fateful day, I proposed to her.
She coldly looked at me and said:
“Grande passion is out of fashion, my dear Armand.
It could never turn my head,
You are nice boy and I like you,
You are chivalrous—and all that sort of rot.
But we could never tie the lover’s knot,
For we are lovers—not!”
Then I met another girl,
A ravishing vision of beauty!
She had that golden hair and deep blue eyes
That told of a nature
That was proud—though Swedish.
She was a cook in a beanery lunch,
And I was only a waiter.
But oh—the French pancakes that she could make!
How I loved her cooking!
But one day I looked through the kitchen door,
Behol’ the sight that met my eye,
Sitting in my chair was a great big fat policeman.
Oh—I almost want to cry,
I break in the door
I say—“What does this mean?”
She—“Armand, no more French pancake for you.”
This cop—he was Irish too,
And for him she make the Irish stew!
There was charming, chic ’Toinette,
She was my fourth or fifth affaire.
I thought she’d care,
But she became a barber’s bride.
There was Julie—roguish Jou-Jou,
Sweet Marie and piquant Lulu,
Fluffy frou-frou swiftly flitting from my side.
I was always a girl’s first love,
Never anybody’s last.
Each said I was the first that ever kissed her,
But it mattered not what I did,
She decided very fast
That to me she would be
Just a sister.
Here’s a letter from the last one:
I can’t forget last night, just when you left me.”
Oh, it was very nice.
“And how is my little papoose?”—
She always calls me that—
“And, Armand, dear, do you think
That my husband—?”!!!Home, James
Lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II and Herman Axelrod. Introduced by Randolph M. Saville (Steve), Phillip B. Leavitt (Marion), Ormond V. Gould (Vodka), and chorus.
I want to be a star in moving pictures,
Like Mary, Charlie, Douglas, and the other fixtures.*
I will sell my autograph
Written on my photograph.
Will make a hit for me,
And I’ll be the talk of the town.
You’ll see me twinkle, twinkle, twinkle as a movie star
In glaring lights, from dizzy heights.
When once or twice you’ve seen
Me shine upon the screen,
I’ll be riding round the city in my limousine.
And then I’ll never, never, never go to bed until
The clock strikes one, two, three or four o’clock.
Then—“Home, James, drive me fast!”
That’s the existence for me.
I loved the dirty villain in the drama.
Poor dear Mathilda, he near killed her with a hammer.
He used to hiss, “Where is the child?”
But now his manner’s meek and mild.
No more he’ll villainize.
His aim with custard pies
Has made him Keystone Komedy King.
* In the introduction to his anthology, Lyrics, Hammerstein gave the opening lines as “I want to be a star in moving pictures/Like Chaplin, Pickford, Fairbanks, and the other fixtures” and commented: “Quite a rhyme! Like my two collaborators, I expected to make my living in another calling.”
Excerpted from The Complete Lyrics of Oscar Hammerstein II by Oscar Hammerstein II; edited by Amy Asch. Copyright © 2008 by Oscar Hammerstein II. Excerpted by permission of Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.