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    1913 Massacre, by Woody Guthrie

     

    Take a trip with me in 1913,

    To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.

    I will take you to a place called Italian Hall,

    Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.

     

    I will take you in a door and up a high stairs,

    Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,

    I will let you shake hands with the people you see,

    And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree.

     

    You ask about work and you ask about pay,

    They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day,

    Working the copper claims, risking their lives,

    So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.

     

    There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,

    And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,

    Before you know it you're friends with us all,

    And you're dancing around and around in the hall.

     

    Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,

    To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,

    To hear all this fun you would not realize,

    That the copper boss' thug men are milling outside.

     

    The copper boss' thugs stuck their heads in the door,

    One of them yelled and he screamed, "there's a fire,"

    A lady she hollered, "there's no such a thing.

    Keep on with your party, there's no such thing."

     

    A few people rushed and it was only a few,

    "It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you,"

    A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down,

    But the thugs held the door and he could not get out.

     

    And then others followed, a hundred or more,

    But most everybody remained on the floor,

    The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,

    While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door.

     

    Such a terrible sight I never did see,

    We carried our children back up to their tree,

    The scabs outside still laughed at their spree,

    And the children that died there were seventy-three.

     

    The piano played a slow funeral tune,

    And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,

    The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,

    "See what your greed for money has done."

     

    The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,

    While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door.

     

    Such a terrible sight I never did see,

    We carried our children back up to their tree,

    The scabs outside still laughed at their spree,

    And the children that died there were seventy-three.

     

    The piano played a slow funeral tune,

    And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,

    The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,

    "See what your greed for money has done."

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    "Welcome To Wherever You Are"

    by Bon Jovi

     Maybe we're all different, but we're still the same

    We all got the blood of Eden, running through our veins

    I know sometimes it's hard for you to see

    You’re caught between just who you are and who you wanna be

     

    If you feel alone, and lost and need a friend

    Remember every new beginning, is some beginning's end

     

    [Chorus]

    Welcome to wherever you are

    This is your life, you made it this far

    Welcome, you gotta believe

    right here right now, you're exactly where you're supposed to be

    Welcome, to wherever you are

     

    When everybody's in, and you're left out

    And you feel your drowning, in a shadow of a doubt

    Everyone’s a miracle in their own way

    Just listen to yourself, not what other people say

     When it seems you're lost, alone and feeling down

    Remember everybody's different

    Just take a look around

     [Chorus]

     

     Be who you want to, be who you are

    Everyone’s a hero, everyone’s a star

     

    When you wanna give up, and your hearts about to break

    Remember that you're perfect, God makes no mistakes

     

     Vocabulary:

    Eden- Eden means paradise in Hebrew.

     

    CATS: THE RUM TUG TUGGER

    [COMPANY]
    The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

    [RUM TUM TUGGER]
    If you offer me pheasant I'd rather have grouse
    If you put me in a house I would much prefer a flat
    If you put me in a flat then I'd rather have a house
    If you set me on a mouse then I only want a rat
    If you set me on a rat then I'd rather chase a mouse

    [COMPANY]
    The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

    [RUM TUM TUGGER]
    And there isn't any call for me to shout it

    [COMPANY]
    For he will do as he do do

    [RUM TUM TUGGER]
    And there's no doing anything abou-a-wow-t it

    [MR. MISTOFFELEES]
    The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore

    [RUM TUM TUGGER]
    When you let me in, then I want to go out
    I'm always on the wrong side of every door
    As soon as I'm at home, then I'd like to get about
    I like to lie in the bureau drawer
    But I make such a fuss if I can't get out 

     

     

    GRIZABELLA THE GLAMOUR CAT
    She haunted many a low resort
    Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court 
    From "The Rising Sun to "The Friend at Hand"  
    And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
    "You'd really have thought she'd ought to be dead"
    And who would ever suppose that that?
    Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat

    Grizabella the Glamour Cat
    Grizabella the Glamour Cat
    Who'd have ever supposed that that?
    Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat

    THE OLD GUMBIE CAT
    I have a Gumbie Cat in mind
    Her name is Jennyanydots
    Her coat is of the tabby kind
    With tiger stripes and leopard spots
    All day she sits upon the stairs
    Or on the steps or on the mat
    She sits and sits and sits and sits
    And that's what makes a Gumbie Cat
    That's what makes a Gumbie Cat

    But...
    When the day's hustle and bustle is done
    Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun
    And when all the family's in bed and asleep
    She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep
    She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice

    Their behavior's not good and their manners not nice

    So when she has got them lined up on the matting
    She teaches them

    [MUNGOJERRIE]
    Mungojerrie

    [RUMPELTEAZER]
    And Rumpelteazer

    [MUNGOJERRIE & RUMPELTEAZER]
    We're a notorious couple of cats
    As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians
    Tight-rope walkers and acrobats

    [RUMPELTEAZER]
    We have an extensive reputation

    [MUNGOJERRIE]
    We make our home in Victoria grove 

    [MUNGOJERRIE & RUMPELTEAZER]
    This is merely our centre of operation
    For we are incurably given to rove

    [RUMPELTEAZER]
    We are very well known in Cornwall Gardens 
     
     
     
    Gus The Theatre Cat
    Gus is the cat at the theatre door
    His name, as I ought to have told you before
    Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
    That we usually call him just Gus
    His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake
    And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake
    For he was in his youth quite the smartest of cats
    But no longer a terror to mice or to rats
    For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime
    Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time
    And whenever he joins his friends at their club
    (Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub)
    He loves to regale them, if someone else pays
    With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days
    For he once was a star of the highest degree
    He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree
    And he likes to relate his success on the halls
    Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls
    But his grandest creation as he loves to tell
    Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
    Sir John 
    I have played in my time every possible part
    And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
    I'd extemporize backchat, I knew how to gag
    And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag
    I knew how to act with my back and my tail
    With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail
    I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts
    Whether I took the lead, or in character parts
    I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell
    When the curfew was rung then I swung on the bell
    In the pantomime season, I never fell flat
    And I once understudied Dick Whittington's cat
    But my grandest creation, as history will tell
    was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
    Sarah 
    Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin
    He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne
    At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat
    When some actor suggested the need for a cat
    Sir John 
    And I say now these kittens, they do not get trained
    As we did in the days when Victoria reigned
    They never get drilled in a regular troupe
    And they think they are smart just to jump through a hoop
    Sarah 
    And he says as he scratches himself with his claws
    Sir John 
    Well the theatre is certainly not what is was
    These modern productions are all very well
    But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell
    That moment of mystery when I made history
    As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
     
    Macavity: The Mystery Cat
    Macavity! Macavity's a mystery cat
    He's called the Hidden Paw
    For he's a master criminal who can defy the law
    He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard
    The Flying Squad's despair
    For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! 

    Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
    He's broken every human law
    He breaks the law of gravity
    His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
    And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! 

    You may seek him in the basement
    You may look up in the air
    But I tell you once and once again
    Macavity's not there! 

    Macavity's a ginger cat
    He's very tall and thin
    You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in
    His brow is deeply lined in thought
    His head is highly domed
    His coat is dusty from neglect
    His whiskers are uncombed
    He sways his head from side to side
    With movements like a snake
    And when you think he's half asleep
    He's always wide awake! 

    Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
    For he's a fiend in feline shape
    A monster of depravity
    You may meet him in a by-street
    You may see him in the square
    But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there! 

    He's outwardly respectable
    I know he cheats at cards
    And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's 

    And when the larder's looted
    Or the jewel cases rifled
    Or when the milk is missing
    Or another Peke's been stifled
    Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
    There's the wonder of the thing:
    Macavity's not there! 

    Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
    There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity
    He always has an alibi and one or two to spare
    Whatever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't there! 

    And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
    (I might mention Mungojerrie, Rumpelteazer, Griddlebone)
    Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time
    Just controls the operations
    The Napoleon of Crime! 

    Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
    He's a fiend in feline shape
    A monster of depravity
    You may meet him in a by-street
    You may see him in the square
    But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there! 
     
     

    CATS QUIZ

    Directions: Use a loose-leaf paper to respond to the following questions. Mark the question number clearly.


    CATS the musical


    1. Who is the composer?
    2. Who wrote the poems?
    3. Describe the plot of CATS in one or two sentences.
    4. Which cat do you consider to be the villain? Explain your answer.
    5. Why does Macavity interrupt the Jellicle Ball? What is he trying to achieve?
    6. Why do you think Grizabella was chosen to journey to the Heaviside Layer? Which cat would you have chosen? Why?  
    7. How does Grizabella change in the minds of the other cats?
    8. What is the theme of CATS? Use text evidence to support your idea.

    Rum Tum Tugger


    If you offer me pheasant I'd rather have grouse

    If you put me in a house I would much prefer a flat

    If you put me in a flat then I'd rather have a house

    If you set me on a mouse then I only want a rat

    If you set me on a rat then I'd rather chase a mouse”


    “When you let me in, then I want to go out

    I'm always on the wrong side of every door

    And as soon as I'm at home, then I'd like to get about

    I like to lie in the bureau drawer

    But I make such a fuss if I can't get out”


    1. What does the above tell us about Rum Tum Tugger? Describe two internal traits and explain using text evidence to support your idea.

    Macavity

    “Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the hidden paw

    For he's a master criminal who can defy the law

    He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair

    For when they reach the scene of crime, MACAVITY'S NOT THERE!”


    Find the meaning of the words in bold using context clues.


    1. Defy-

    1. Bafflement-

    1. Despair -








     

     

     

     

     

     

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