§ 4. DIARY OF? . s } o Yash, « - a < S if a \-4 Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett ; Characters Occupants of the Secret Annex: Anne Frank Margot Frank, her older sister Mr. Frank, their father Mrs. Frank, their mother Peter Van Daan Mr. Van Daan, his father Mrs. Van Daan, his mother J Mr. Dussel, a dentist ~ Workers in Mr. Frank’s Business: +7 Miep Gies,' a young Dutchwoman ‘Mr. Kraler,” a Dutchman Setting: Amsterdam, the Netherlands, July 1942 to August 1944; November 1945. 3 1. Miep Gies (mép khés). 2. Kraler ckei'o0), mm AMAR eer ‘THE Diary OF ANNE FRANK 347Dialogue with the Text forgot the proper name of this comparison: “roof of the building ined against a sea of other ‘oFtops” Marching feet.” Are there soldiers around here? What canal ist? Why are the windows painted or covered? Why is the door concealed with a bookcase? This must be the owner of the “UP ~ Marina Pecsor Traner Middle Reno, Nevada 348 1ST Beveve Act One The scene remains the same throughout the play. It is the top floor of a warebouse and office building in Amster- dam, Holland. The sharply peaked roof of the building is outlined against a sea of other rooftops stretebing away into the distance. Nearby is the belfry of a church tower, the Westertoren, whose carillon’ rings out the bours. O casionally faint sounds float up from below: the voices of children playing in the street, the tramp of marching feet, @ boat whistle from the canal.’ The three rooms of the top floor and a small attic space above are exposed to our view: The largest of the rooms is in the center, with two small rooms, slightly raised, on ei- ther side, On the right is a bathroom, out of sight. A nar- row, steep flight of stairs at the back leads up to the attic The rooms are sparsely furnished, with a few chairs, cots, a table or two. The windows are painted over or covered with makeshift blackout curtains, In the main room there isa sink, a gas ring for cooking, and a wood-burning stove for warmth. The room on the left is hardly more than a closet. There @ skylight in the sloping ceiling. Directly under this room is a small, steep stairwell, with steps leading down to a door. This is the only entrance from the building below: When the door is opened, we see that it bas been concealed on the outer side by a bookcase attached to it The curtain rises on an empty stage. It is late after noon, November 1945. The rooms are dusty, the curtains in rags. Chairs and tables are overturned. The door at the foot of the small stairwell swings open. MR, FRANK comes up the steps into view: He is a gentle, cul- tured European in his middle years. There is still a trace of a German accent in his speech. He stands looking slowly around, making a supreme effort at self-control. He is weak, ill. His clothes are thread- bare. After a second be drops bis rucksack on the couch and 3. carillon (kat’s-Lin’y set of bells cach of which produces a single tone, 4 canal: artificial waterway: Amsterdam, which was built on soxy ‘ground, has more than one hundred canals, built help dean the land. The ‘canals are used like streets,moves slowly about. He opens the door to one of the smaller rooms and then abruptly closes it again, turning away. He goes to the win dow at the back, looking off at the Wester toren as its carillon strikes the hour of six; then be moves restlessly on. From the street below we hear the sound of @ barrel organ and children’s voices at play. There is a many-colored scarf hanging from a nail. MR. FRANK takes it, putting it around bis neck, As he starts back for bis rucksack, bis eye is caught by something lying on the floor Itis a woman's white glove, He bolds it in bis hand and suddenly all of bis self-control is gone. He breaks down crying. We bear footsteps on the stairs. ep Girs comes up, looking for MR. FRANK, MIEP és Dutchwoman of about twenty-two. She wears coat and bat, ready to go home. She is preg a nant, Her attitude toward Mk. ¥RaNk is protec- tive, compassionate. Miep. Are you all right, Mr. Frank? Mr. Frank (quickly controlling himself). Ye Miep, yes. Miep. Everyone in the office has gone home. er six. (Then, pleading) Don't stay up here, Mr. Frank, What's the use of tortur yourself like this? Mr. Frank. I've come to say goodbye... 'm leaving here, Miep. Miep. What do you mean? Where are you going? Where? Mr. Frank, I don’t know yet. I haven't decided. Miep. Mr. Frank, you can’t k your home! Amsterdam is your home. Your business is here, waiting for you You're needed here Now that the war is over, there are things that Mr. Frank, I can’t stay in Amsterdam, Miep. It Everywhere, the house we lived in the school . . . that street organ playing out there. . . I'm not the person you used to know, Miep. I'm a bitter old man. (Breaking off) Forgive me. I shouldn’t speak to you like thi ter all that you did for us. . . the suffering Miep. No. No. It wasn’t suffering. You can’t say We sullered. (As she speaks, she straight ens a chair which is overturned) Mr. Frank. I know what you went through, you and Mr. Kraler. Pl remember it as Jong as 1 live. (He gives one last look around.) Come, Miep. (He starts for the steps, then remembers bis rucksack, going back to get it.) Miep (burying up to a cupboard). Mr. Frank. did you see? There are some of your papers here. (She brings a bundle of papers to him.) We found them in a heap of rubbish on the floor after Mr. Frank, Burn them. (He opens bis ruck- sack to put the glove in it.) we here! This is has too many memories for me. there's something after you left. ‘THE Diary oF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 349Miep. But, Mr. Frank, there are letters, notes Mr. Frank, Burn them, All of them. Miep. Burn this? (She bands him a paper- bound notebook.) Mr. Frank (quietly). Anne's diary. (He opens the diary and begins to read.) “Monday, the sixth of July, nineteen fortywo.” (Zo wer) Nin teen forty-two. Is it possi ble, Miep?. . . Only three yearsago, (As he continue: his reading, he sits down on the couch.) “Dear Diary, since you and 1 are going to be great friends, I will start by telling you about my- self, My name is Anne Frank. I am thirteen years old. Iwas born in Germany the twelfth of June, nineteen twenty-nine, AS my family is Jewish, we emigrated to Holland when Hitler came to power” [AS MR, FRANK reads on, another voice joins bis, as if coming from the air. It is ANNE'S voice. | Mr. Frank and Anne’s Voice. “My father started a business, importing spice and herbs. ‘Things went well for us until nineteen forty. ‘Then the war came, and the Dutch capitula- tion, followed by the arrival of the Germans. ‘Then things got very bad for the Jews.” IMR. FRANK'S HoIce dies Out, ANNE'S voice contin. ues alone. The lights dim slowly to darkness The curtain falls on the scene.| Anne’s Voice. You could not do this and you could not do that. They forced Father out of his business, We had to wear yellow stars.” [had to turn in my bike. I couldn’ go to a Dutch school anymore. I couldn’t go to the movies or ride in 5, yellow stars: The Navis ordered all Jews to sew a large Star of David (a six pointed star on their outer clothing 90 that they could be easily recognized as Jews 350 1STILL Bevieve Miep Gies and Otto Frank. an automobile or even on a streetcar, and a million other things. But somehow we children still managed to have fun. Yesterday Father told me we were going into hiding. Where, he wouldn't say. At five o'clock this morning ind told me to hurry and get dressed. I was to put on as ‘many clothes as I could. It would look t00 if we walked along carry- ing suitcases, It wasn’t until we were on our way that I learned where we were going. Our hiding place to be upstairs in the ding Father used to have his business, ‘Mother woke me picious bu where ‘Three other people were coming in with us. . . the Van Daans and their son Peter Father knew the Van Daans but we had never met them. (During the last lines the curtain rises on the scene. The lights dim on. ANxe’s voice fades out} It is early morning, July 1942. The rooms are bare, as before, but they are now clean and orderly. MR. VAN DAAN, 4 tall, portly man in bis late forties, is in the main room, pacing up and down, nervously smoking a cigarette His clothes and overcoat are expensive and well cut. MRS. VAN DAAN sits on the couch, clutebing her possessions: a hatbox, bags, etc. She is a pretty woman in ber early forties, She wears 4 fur coat over ber other clothes. PETER VAN DAAN fs standing at the window of the room on the right, looking down at the street belou: He is a shy, awkward boy of six- teen, He wears a cap, a raincoat, and longDutch trousers, like plus fours black case, a carrier for bis cat. The yellow Star of David is conspicuous on all of their clothes * At bis feet isa Mrs. Van Daan (rising, nervous, excited), Something's happened to them! I know it! ‘Mr. Van Daan. Now, Kerli! Mrs. Van Daan. Mr, Frank said they'd be here at seven o'clock. He said Mr, Van Daan. They have two miles to walk You can’t expect Mrs. Van Daan, up. That’s what's happened. taken They've been picked They've been IMR. VAN DAN indicates that he bears s coming.| 6. plus the knees urs: bagey trousers that end in cuffs just below Mr. Van Daan. You see? [PETER fakes up bis carrier and bis school bag, etc., and goes into the main room as MR. FRANK comes up the stairwell from below. MR. FRANK looks much younger now. His movements are brisk, bis manner confident. He wears an overcoat and carries bis hat and a small ’8 10 De VAN DAANS, shaking bands with each of them.) cardboard box. He cro Mr. Frank. Mrs. Van Daan, Mr. Van Daan Peter. (Then, in explanation of their lateness There were too many of the Green Police” on 7. Green Police: Navi police, who wore green uniforms, Worps To OWN conspicuous (kon spik'y05-05) a obvious: notee- able Scene from the movie The Diary of Anne Frank (1959), starring Mile Perkins as ‘Anne. Other scenes from the movie appear throughout the play THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 351the streets... we had to take the long way around. [Up the steps come MARGOT FRANK, MRS. FRANK, MIEP (110F pregnant now), and MR. KRALER. AUl of them carry bags, packages, and so forth. The Star of David is conspicuous on all of the FRANKS’ clothing. MARGOT is eighteen, beautiful, quiet, shy: RS. FRANK is a young mother, genthy bred, reserved. She, like Nik. FRANK, bas a slight German accent. MR. KRALER is a Dutchman, de- pendable, kindly: ‘AS MR. KRALER and MIEP go upstage to put down their parcels, MRS. FRANK turns back 10 call ANNE.] Mrs. Frank. Anne? [ANNE comes running up the stairs, She is thir. teen, quick in her movements, interested in everything, mercurial” in ber emotions, She wearsa cape and long wool socks and carries 4a school bag.| Mr. Frank (introducing them). My wite, Edith, Mr. and Mrs. Van Daan (RS. FRANK Jur shaking hands with them.) their son, Peter. . . my daughters, Margot and Anne. ries over [anne gives a polite little curtsy as she shakes MR, VAN DAAN's band, Then she immediately starts off on a tour of investigation of ber new home, going upstairs to the attic room. MIEP anid MR. KRALER are putting the various things they have brought on the shelves.| Mr. Kraler. I'm sorry there is still so much confusion, Mr. Frank. Please. Don't think of it, After all, we'll have plenty of leisure to arrange eve thing ourselves, “Miep (fo ks, FRANK). We put the stores of food you sent in here, Your drugs are here soap, linen here. 8, mercurial (mor-kyoor'é- a): changeable 352 1ST BeLieve Mrs. Frank, Thank you, Miep. Miep. I made up the beds. . . the way Mr. Frank and Mr, Kraler said. (She starts out.) For- give me. I have to hurry. I've got to go to the other side of town to get some ration books? for you Mrs. Van Daan, Ration boo! s? If they s our names on ration books, they'll know we're here. Mr. Kraler, There isn't anything Miep. Don't worry, Your names f Together won't be on them. (As she bnurries out) Vl be up later, Mr. Frank, Thank you, Miep. Mrs. Frank (fo vik. KRALE). It's illegal, then, the nition books? We've never done anything illegal Mr. Frank, We won't be living here exactly ac- cording to regulations, [As MR. KRALER reasstres MRS. FRANK, be takes various small things, such as matches and soap, from bis pockets, handing them to ber) Mr. Kraler. This isn't the black market," Mrs. Frank. This is what we call the white market helping all of the hundreds and hundreds who are hiding out in Amsterdam. [The carillon is heard playing the quarter- hour before eight. MR. KRALER looks at bis watch, Axxe stops at the window as she comes down the stairs.) Anne. It’s the Westertoren! Mr. Kraler. I must go. I must be out of here and downstairs in the office before the work- men get here. (He starts for the stairs leading ‘out. Miep or I, or both of us, will be up each day to bring you food and news and find out 9. ation books: books of stamps or coupons issued by the government during wartime, People could purchase scarce items such as food, clothing, and gasoline only with these coupons 10, black market: place or system for buying and selling goods illegally, without ration stamps.what your needs are. Tomorrow I'll get you a better bolt for the door at the foot of the stairs. It needs a bolt that you can throw yourself and ‘open only at our signal. (To Mr. FRANK) Oh. You'll tell them about the noise? Mr. Frank. ['ll tell them, Mr. Kraler. Goodbye, then, for the moment. Til come up again, after the workmen leave. Mr. Frank. Goodbye, Mr. Kraler. Mrs. Frank (shaking bis hand). How can we thank you? [The others murmur their goodbyes.) Mr. Kraler. I never thought I'd live to see the day when a man like Mr, Frank would go into hiding. When you think — [He breaks off, going out, Mk. FRANK follows him down the steps, bolting the door after him. In the interval before be returns, vere 80s over to MARGOT, shaking hands with her AS MR. FRANK comes back up the steps, ns. FRANK questions him anxiously] Mrs. Frank. What did he mean, about the noise? Mr, Frank, First fet us take off some of these clothes. 7 [They all start to take off gar- ‘ment after garment. On each of their coats, sweaters, blouses, suits, dresses is another yellow Star of David. Mi. and Ms. FRANK are underdressed quite simply The others wear several things: sweaters, extra dresses, bathrobes, aprons, nightgowns, etc.| Mr. Van Daan. It's a wonder we weren't ar rested, walking along the streets... Pet- ronella with a fur coat in July. . . and that cat of Peter’s crying all the way Anne (as she és removing a pair of panties). Mrs. Frank (shocked). Anne, please! Anne. Its all right. I've got on three more. [She pulls off two more. Finally, as they have all removed their surplus clothes, they look to MR. FRANK, teaiting for bim to speak. Mr. Frank, Now. About the noise. While the men are in the building below, we must have complete quiet. Every sound can be h down there, not only in the workrooms but in the offices too. The men come at about cight- ya about fivethirty. So, to be perfectly safe, from eight in the morning until six in the evening we must move only when it is necessary, and then in stockinged feet. We must not speak above a whisper. We must not Fun any water. We cannot use the sink or even, forgive me, the w.c.'' The pipes go down through the workrooms. It would be heard. No trash... (IR, FRANK stops abruptly as be bears the sound of marching feet from the street below. Everyone is motionless, pare Iyzed with fear NR. FRANK goes quietly into the room on the right to look down out of the window. ANNE runs after bim, peering out with bim, The tramping feet pass without stopping. The tension is relieved. MR. FRANK, followed by Axne, returns to the ‘main room and resumes bis in- structions to the group) No trash must ever be thrown out which might reveal that someone is living up here... not even a potato paring, We must burn everything in the stove at night. This is the way we must live until it is over, if we survive ire 0 [here is silence for a second.) Mrs. Frank, Until itis over. Mr. Frank (reassuringly). After six we can move about... we can talk and laugh and have our supper and read and play games 11. w.cs shor for “water closet? or toilet, ‘THE Diary OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 353just as we would at home. (He looks at bis watch) And now I think it would be wise if we all went to our rooms, and were settled before eight o'clock. Mrs. Van Daan, you and your husband will be upstairs. I regret that there's no place up there for Peter. But he will be here, near us. This will be our common room, where we'll meet to talk and eat and read, like one family. Mr. Van Daan, And where do you and Mrs Frank sleep? Mr. Frank. This room is also our bedroom. Mrs. Van Daan, That isn’t right Well sleep here and you take the room upstairs. Mr. Van Daan. It’s your place. Mr, Frank. Please. I've thought this out for Ws the best arrangement, The only arrangement. Mrs. Van Daan (fo MR. FRANK). Never, never can we thank you. (Then, to Mis. FRANK) I don’t know what would have happened to us, if it hadn't been for Mr. Frank. Mr. Frank. You don't know how your band helped me when I came to th knowing no one. . . not able to sp language. I can never repay him for that (Going 10 MR, VAN DAAN) May I help you with your things? Mr, Van Daan, No. No. (To MRS. VAN DAN) Come along, liefje.'” Mrs. Van Daan, You'll be all right, Peter? You're not afraid? Peter (embarrassed). Please, Mother. Together week: [They start up the stairs to tbe attic room above. MR. FRANK 47S 10 MRS. FRANK.] Mr. Frank. You too must have some rest, Edith, You didn't close your eyes last night. Nor you, Margot Anne. I slept Father, Wasn’t that funny? 1 12, Liefje éf*hyay: Dutch for “litte dear one: 354 1 STi Bevieve knew it was the last night in my own bed, and yet I slept soundly Mr. Frank, I'm glad, Anne. Now you'll be able to help me straighten things in here. (To Mrs. FRANK anid MARGOT) Come with me... . You 1d Margot rest in this room for the time being, He picks up their clothes, starting for the room on the right) Mrs, Frank, You're sure. . .? 1 could help And Anne hasn't had her milk Mr. Frank. I'll give it to her. (To aNNe and perex) Anne, Peter. . . it’s best that you take off your shoes now, before you forget. (He leads the way to the room, followed by Mak cor) Mrs. Frank. You're sure you're not tired, Anne?Anne. I feel fine. I'm going to help Father. ‘Mrs. Frank. Peter, I'm glad you are to be with us. Peter. Yes, Mrs. Frank, [MRS. FRANK goes fo fof MR. FRANK and MARGOT During the following scene MR. FRANK helps MARGOT dnd MRS. FRANK to bang up their clothes. Then he persuades them both to lie down and rest. The VAN DAANs, in their room above, settle themselves. In the main room ANNE anid PETER remove their shoes, PETER takes bis cat out of the carrier| Anne. What's your cat’s name? Peter. Mouschi. Anne, Mouschi! Mouschi! Mouschi! (She picks up the cat, walking away with it, To verer) 1 love cats. [have one... a darling little cat. But they made me leave her behind, 1 left some food and a note for the neighbors to take care of her... . 'm going to miss her terribly. What is yours? A him or aher? Peter. He’s a tom. like stran from ber, putting it back in its carrier) Anne (wrabashed). Then Til have to stop being a stranger, won't I Is he fixed? Peter (startled). Huh? Anne. Did you have him fixed? Peter. No. Anne, Oh, you ought to have him fixed—to keep him from—you know, Fighting. Where did you go to school? Peter. Jewish Secondary Anne, But that’s where Margot and I go! 1 ever saw you around Peter. [ used to see you Anne. You did? He doesn’t 8, (He takes the cat sometimes 13, Mousehi (mav-she), Peter Van Pels (Peter Van Daan") Peter. in the schoolyard. You were al- ways in the middle of a bunch of kids. (He takes a penknife from bis pocket.) Anne. Why didn’t you ever come over? Peter. I'm sort of a lone wolf. (He starts to rip off bis Star of David.) Anne. What are you doing? Peter. Taking it off. Anne. But you can't do that. They'll arrest you if you go out without your star, [le toss 's his knife on the table.) Peter. Who's going out? Anne. Why, of course! You're right! Of course we don't need them anymore. (She picks up bis knife and starts to take her star off) | won- der what our friends will think when we don’t show up today? Peter, I didn’t have any dates with anyone, Anne. Oh, I did. I had a date with Jopie to go and play ping pong at her house. Do you know Jopie de Waal?"* Peter. No. Anne. Jopie’s my best friend, | wonder what she'll think when she telephones and there's no answer? . . . Probably she'll go over to the house. 1 won- der what she'll think... we left everything as if we'd sud- denly been called awa breakfast dishes in the sink beds not made (As she pulls off ber star, the cloth underneath shows clearly the color and form of the star) Look! Its still there! (PETER goes over to the stove 14, Jopie de Waal (y!pé do val’) Worps To OWN unabashed (un'a-basht’) ad): unembarrassed; uunashamed, ‘THE Diary OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 355with bis star) What're you going to do with yours? Peter. Burn it Anne. (She starts to throw bers in, and can- not.) It’s funny, [can’t throw mine away. I don't know why Peter. You can’t throw. . . ? Something they branded you with . . . ? That they made you wear so they could spit on you? Anne. I know. know. But after all, iti of David, isn’t it? the Star Un the bedroom, right, MARGOT and MRS. FRANK. are lying down. MR, FRANK starts quietly out.) Peter. M yybe it’s different fora girl [MR. FRANK comes into the main room.| Mr. Frank, Forgive me, Peter, Now let me see. We must find a bed for your cat. (He goes to a cupboard) Vm glad y y Anne was feeling so badly about hers. Getting @ used small wasbtub) Here we are, Will it be comfortable in that? Peter ( gathering up his things). Thanks. Mr. Frank (opening the door of the room on the left). And here is your room, But I warn ou can't grow anymore. Not an inch, or you'll have to sleep with your feet out of the skylight, Are you hungry? Peter. No. Mr, Frank. We have some bread and butter Peter. No, thank you. Mr. Frank. You can have it for luncheon then. ‘And tonight we will have a real supper... our first supper together. Peter. Thanks. Thanks. (He goes into bis room. During the following scene he arranges bis possessions in bis new room.) Mr. Frank. That's a nice boy, Peter. Anne. He’s awfully shy, isn't he? Mr. Frank. You'll like him, I know ‘Anne. I certainly hope so, since he’s the only boy I'm likely to see for months and months. you, Peter, IMR, FRANK sits down, taking off bis shoes.| 356 IST Bevieve Mr, Frank. Annele,"* there’s a box there. Will you open it? [He indicates a carton on the couch. brings it to the center table. In the street below, there is the sound of children playing.) ANNE Anne (as she opens the carton). You know the way I'm going to think of it here? I'm going to think of it as a boardinghouse, A very peculiar summer boardinghouse, like the one that we — (She breaks off as she pulls out some photographs.) Father! My movie stars! 1 was wondering where they were! I was looking for them this morning... and Queen Wilhel- mina!" How wonderful! Mr. Frank. There’s something more. Go on. Look further. (He goes over to the sink, pour- ing a glass of milk from a thermos bottle.) Anne (pulling out a_ pasteboardbound book). A diary! (She throws her arms around her father) Vve never had a diary. And I've ways longed for one, (She looks around the room, Pencil, pencil, pencil, pencil. (She starts down the stairs.) V'm going down to the office to get a pencil Mr. Frank. Anne! No! (He goes after ber catch- ing ber by the arm and pulling her back.) Anne (startled). But there's no one in the building now. Mr. Frank, It doesn’t matter. I don’t want you ever to go beyond that door. Anne (sobered). Never 2 Not nighttime, when everyone is gone? Or on Sun- days? Can't I go down to listen to the ra Mr. Frank. Never. Iam sorry, Anneke." It isn’t fe. No, you must never go beyond that door, nat sa [For the first time ANNe realiz into hiding” means. es what “going 15, Annele (n'a: 19): Yadish for “tle Anne” (ke “Annie") 16. Queen Wilhelmina (vl hel-mé'na) (1880-1962): {queen of the Nethesland from 1890 10 1948, 17. Anneke Gin’s:ko): another affectionate nickname for anneAnne. I see. Mr. Frank. I'll be hard, I know. But always re- member this, Anneke, there are no bolts, no locks tha put on your mind. Miep will bring us books. We will read history, poctry, mythology. (ie gives her the glass of milk.) Here's your milk. (With his arm about ber, they go over to the couch, sitting down side by side.) Asa matter of fact, between us, Anne, being here has cer- tain advantages for you, For instance, you re- There are no one can Anne. I’ve never had a diary. And I’ve always longed for one. member the battle you had with your mother the other day on the subject of overshoes? You stid you'd rather die than wear overshoes? But in the end you had to wear them? Well now you see, for as long as we are here, you will never have to wear overshoes! Isn't that good? And the coat that you inherited from Margot you won't have to wear that anymore, And the piano! You won't have to practice on the Piano. I tell you, this is going to be a fine life for you! ‘THE Diary OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 357IANNe’s panic is gone. PETER appears in the doorway of his room, with a saucer in bis hand. He is carrying bis cat.) Peter... .1. . . thought I'd better get some water for Mouschi before Mr. Frank, Of course. [As he starts toward the sink, the carillon be- gins to chime the hour of eight. He tiptoes to the window at the back and looks down at the street below. He turns to ErER, indicating in pantomime that it is too late. verer starts back for bis room. He steps on a creaking board, The three of them are frozen for a minute in fear As vever starts away again, ANNE fiptoes over to him and pours some of the milk from her glass into the saucer for the ‘cat, PETER squats on the floor, putting the milk: before the cat, MR. FRANK gives ANNE bis foun- tain pen and then goes into the room at the right. For a second aNxe watches the cat; then she goes over to the center table and opens ber diary. In the room at the right, MRS. FRANK has sat up quickly at the sound of the carillon. MR. FRANK comes in and sits down beside her on the settee," bis arm comfortingly around ber. Upstairs, in the attic room, MR. and MRS. VAN DAN have bung their clothes in the closet and ‘are now seated on the iron bed. MRS. VAN DAAN Teans back, exhausted. MR. VAN DSAN fans ber with a newspaper ANNE starts f0 write in ber diary: The lights dim out; the curtain falls. In the darkness ANNE again, faintly at first and then with growing strength.) voice comes to us Anne's Voice. | expect I should be describing it feels like to go into hiding. But I really don't know yet myself. I only know it’s funny never to be able to go outdoors . . . never to breathe fresh air. . . never to run and shout 18, settee (se-té"): small couch. 358 1STiLL Beuieve and jump. It’s the silence in the nights that frightens me most. Every time I hear a creak in the house or a step on the street outside, I'm sure they're coming for us. The days aren't so bad. At least we know that Miep and Mr. Kraler are down there below us in the office. Our pro- tectors, we call them. I asked Father what would happen to them if the Nazis found out they were hiding us, Pim” said that they would suffer the same fate that we would. . . . Imag ine! They know this, and yet when they come up here, they're always cheerful and gay, as if there were nothing in the world to bother them, . . . Friday, the twenty-first of August, nineteen forty-two. Today I'm going to tell you our general news. Mother is unbearable. She in- sists on treating me like a baby, which I loathe. Otherwise things are going better. The weather is [As ANNE'S voice is fading out, the curtain rises on the scene.| It is aa little after six o'clock in the evening, two months later. MaRGor is in the bedroom at the right, studying, MR. VAN DAAN is lying down in the attic room above. The rest of the “family” is in the main room. ANNE and PETER sit opposite each otber at the center table, where they have been doing their lessons. MRS. FRANK is on the couch. MRS. VAN DAAN is seated with ber fur coat, on which she bas been sewing, in ber lap. None of them are wearing their shoes. Their eyes are on MR. FRANK, waiting for him to give them the signal which will release 19, Pim: family nickname for Mr. Frank, WorDs To OWN loathe (loth): hate.them from their day-long quiet. Mk. FRANK, bis: shoes in his band, stands looking down out of the window at the back, watching to be sure that all of the workmen have left the building below. After a few seconds of motionless silence, MR. FRANK feirns from the window: Mr. Frank (quietly, t0 the group). Ws safe now. The last workman has left. (There is an immediate stir of relief Anne (Her pent-up energy explodes.). WHEE! Mrs. Frank (startled, amused). Anne! Mrs. Van Daan. I'm first for the w.c. [She burries off to the bathroom, wns. FRANK puts on her sboes and starts up to the sink to Prepare supper. ANNE sneaks PETER’s shoes from under the table and hides them bebind ber back, MR. FRANK goes info MARGOT's room. Mr. Frank (fo Marcon), Six o'clock. School's over. [MaRGor gets up, stretching MR. FRANK sits down to put on bis shoes. In the main room PETER fries fo find his, Peter (to ANNe). Have you scen my shoes? Anne (innocently). Your shoes? Peter. You've taken them, haven't you? Anne. I don’t know what you're talking about. Peter. You're going to be sorry! Anne. Am [7 [PETER goes after ber ANNE, with his shoes in ber band, runs from him, dodging bebind her mother) Mrs. Frank (protesting). Anne, deat! Peter. Wait till get you! Anne. I'm waiting! (PETER makes a lunge for ber: They both fall to the floor veteR pins ber down, wrestling with her to get the shoes.) Don't! Don't! Peter, stop it. Ouch! Mrs. Frank. Anne! . . . Peter! [Suddenly peter becomes self-conscious. He grabs his shoes roughly and starts for bis room| Anne (following him). Peter, where are you ‘going? Come dance with me. Peter, [ tell you I don’t know how. Anne. I'll teach you. Peter. I'm going to give Mouschi his ‘Anne. Can I watch? Peter. He doesn’t like people around while he cats, Anne. Peter, please, Peter. No! Ue goes into bis room, ANNE slams bis door after bim. Mrs. Frank. Anne, dear, | think you shouldn't Play like that with Peter, It’s not dignified Anne. Who cares if it’s dignified? I don’t want to be dignified. [MR. FRANK and MaRGor come from the room on the right. MARGor goes to help her mother MR. FRANK starts for the center table to correct MaRGOT's school papers.] Mrs. Frank (fo anne). You complain that 1 don’t treat you like a grown-up. But when I do. you resent it, Anne. | only want some fun, . . someone to laugh and clown with . . . After you've sat still all day and hardly moved, you've got to have some fun, I don’t know what's the matter with that boy. Mr. Frank, He isn’t used to girls. Give h te time. Anne. Time? Isn't two months time? I could cry. (Catching hold of MaxGor) Come on, Mar- got. . . dance with me. Come on, pleas Margot. I have to help with supper. Anne. You know we're going to forget how to dance. When we get out, we won't re- member a thing, malit [She starts to sing and dance by herself Mn. ‘THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 359FRANK lakes her in bis arms, waltzing with er, MRS. VAN DAAN comes in from the bath- room] Mrs. Van Daan, Next? (She looks around as she starts putting on ber shoes.) Where's Pete Anne (as they are dancing) Where would he b Mrs, Van Daan, He hasn't fin- ished his lessons, has he? His father'll kill him if he catches him in there with that cat and his work not done. (stk. FRANK and Axne finish their dance. They bow to each other with extravagant formality.) Anne, get him out of there, will you? Anne (at Peter's door). Peter? Peter? Peter (opening the crack). What is it? Anne. Your mother says to come out, Peter. I'm giving Mouschi his dinner. Mrs. Van Daan. You know what your father says, (She sits on the couch, sewing on the lining of her fur coat.) Peter. For heaven's sake, I haven't even looked. at him since lunch. Mrs. Van Daan, I'm just telling you, that's all, Anne. I'l feed him. Peter. I don’t want you in there, Mrs. Van Daan, Peter! Peter (fo ANNE). Then give him his dinner and come right out, you hear? door a [He comes back to the table. NNe shuts the door of vever’s room after her and disappears bebind the curtain covering bis closet.| Mrs. Van Daan (Jo preven), Now is that any way to talk to your little girlfriend? Peter. Mother. . . for heaven's sake. . . will you please stop saying that? 360 1ST BeLieve rm Mrs. Van Pels ("Mrs. Van Daan) Mrs. Van Daan. Look at him blush! Look at him! Peter. Please! I'm not nyway. . . let me alone, will you? Mrs. Van Daan. He acts like it was something, to be ashamed of. It little girlfriend, Peter. You're crazy. She's only thirteen. Mrs. Van Daan. 1g to be ashamed 0 what? And Just perfect Your father’s ten years older than Tam, (Zo MR, FRANK) L warn you, Mr. Frank, if this war lasts much longer, we're going to be related and then Mr. Frank. Mazel tov!” Mrs. Frank (deliberately chang ing the conversation). Lwonder where Miep is. She's usually so prompt sixteen, A [Suddenly everything els gotten as they bear the sound of an automobile coming to a screeching stop in the street below: They are tense, motionless in their terror The car starts away. A wave of relief sweeps over them. They pick up their oc- cupations again. ANNé flings open the door of PETER’s room, making a dramatic entrance. She ts dressed in veveR’s clothes. pEvER looks at er in fury: The others are amused. | sfor- Anne. Good evening, everyone, Forgive me if don't stay. (She jumps up on a chair) hav friend waiting for me in there. My friend Tom Tom Cat. Some people say that we look alike. But Tom has the most beautiful whiskers, and T have only a little fuzz. Tam hoping. . . in time Peter. All right, Mrs. Quack Quack! Anne (outraged—jumping down), Peter! Peter. I heard about you... how you talked 20, Mazel tov! ‘Congratulations! iyo toy: Yuddish expression meaningso much in class they called you Mrs. Quack Quack, How Mr. Smitter made you write a com: ‘Quack, quack? said Mrs, Quack position Anne. Well, go on, Tell them the rest. How it was so good he read it out loud to the class and then read it to all his other classes! Peter, Quack! Quack! Quack... Quack Quack [ANNE pulls off the coat and trousers.) Anne, You are the most intolerable, insutfer- able boy I've ever met! [Sbe throws the clothes down the stairwell. PETER goes down after them.| Peter. Quack, quack, quack! Mrs. Van Daan (fo awe). That's right, Anneke! jive it to him! Anne. With all the boys in the world Thad to get locked up with one like you! Peter. Quack, quack, quack, and from now on stay out of my room! why [As PETER passes ber ANNE puts out her foot, tripping him. He picks bimself up and gor on into bis room.) Mrs. Frank (quietly). Anne, dea hair, (She feels aNNe's forebead.) You're warm. Are you feeling all right? your Anne. Please, Mother. (She goes over to the center table, slipping into her shoes.) Mrs, Frank (following ber). You haven't a fever, have you? Anne (pulling away’. No. No. Mrs. Frank. You know we can't call a doctor here, ever, There’s only one thing to do wi Prevent an illness betore it comes, Let me see your tongue. Anne. Mother, this is perfectly absurd, Mrs. Frank, Anne, dear, don't be such a baby. Let me see your tongue. (As ANNE refuses, Mins. FRANK appeals t0 MR. FRANK.) Otto... ? ich carefully Mr. Frank. You hi your mother, Anne [anne flicks out ber tongue for a second, then turns away] Mrs. Frank. Come on—open up! (As ANNr opens ber mouth very wide) You scem all right. but perhaps 3 Mrs. Van Daan. For heaven’s sake, don't give that child any pills. I waited for fifteen minutes this morning for her to come out of the we. Anne. I was washing my hae! Mr. Frank. | think there's nothing the matter with our Anne that a ride on her bike or a visit with her friend Jopie de Waal wouldn't cure Isn't that so, Anne? aspirin [MR. VAN DaaN comes down into the room. From outside we bear faint sounds of bombers going over and a burst of ack-ack.\"" Mr. Van Daan, Miep not come yet? Mrs. Van Daan. The workmen just left, while ago. Mr. Van Daan. What's for dinner tonight? Mrs. Van Daan. Beans. Mr. Van Daan. Not again! Mrs. Van Daan. Poor Putti! I know: But what ‘can we do? That’s all that Miep brought us. litle IMR. VAN Daan starts to pace, bis bands bebind bis back, NNe follows behind him, imitating bin. Anne. We are now in what is known as the “bean cycle." Beans boiled, beans e beans with strings, beans without strings [PETER bas come out of bis room. He slides into his place at the table, becoming immedi- ately absorbed in bis studies.) Mr. Van Daan (fo petra). I saw you... in there, playing with your c Mrs. Van Daan, He just went in for a second, putting his coat away. He’s been out here all the time, doing his lessons. 21. ack-ack: slang for “anti raft gunfire THE Diary OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 361Mr. Frank (ooking up from the papers). ‘Anne, you got an “excellent” in your history paper today. . . and “very good” in Latin. Anne (silting beside him). How about alge- bra? Mr. Frank. I'll have to make a confession. Up until now I've managed to stay ahead of you in algebra. Today you caught up with me. We'll leave it to Margot to correct. ‘Anne. Isn't algebra vile, Pim! Mr. Frank. Vile! Margot (to wi, FRANK). How did I do? Anne (getting up). Excellent, excellent, excel lent, excellent! Mr. Frank (to Maxcor). You should have used the subjunctive here. Margot. Should I? . . . I thought here. . . [didn’t use it here. look [The two become absorbed in the papers.) ‘Anne. Mrs. Van Daan, may I try on your coat? Mrs. Frank. No, Anne. Mrs. Van Daan (giving it to ANNE). It’s all right but careful with it, (ANNE puts it on and struts with it.) My father gave me that the year before he died. He always bought the best that, money could buy. Anne. Mrs. Van Daan, did you have a lot of boyfriends before you were married? Mrs, Frank. Anne, that’s a personal question. It’s not courteous to ask personal questions. Mrs. Van Daan. Oh, I don't mind. (To ANNE) ‘Our house was always swarming with boys. When I was a girl, we had Mr. Van Daan, Oh, God. Not again! Mrs. Van Daan (good-bumored). Shut up! (Without a pause, 10 ANNE. MR. VAN DAAN mim ics MRS, VAN DAAN, speaking the first few words in unison with ber) One summer we had a big, house in Hilversum, The boys came buzzing round like bees around a jam pot, And when I was sixteen! . .. We were wearing our skirts very short those days and 1 had goodlooking legs. (She pulls up her skirt, going to MK. 362 1'STiLL BeLieve FRANK.) [ still have "em, I may not be as pretty as Lused to be, but I still have my legs. How about it, Me. Frank? Mr, Van Daan. All right. All right. We see them. Mrs. Van Daan. I'm not Mr. Frank, Peter. Mother, for heaven's sake. Mrs. Van Daan. Oh, I embarrass you, do 1? Well, [just hope the girl you marry has as good (Then, to ANNE) My father used to worry about me, with so many boys hanging round. He told me, if any of them gets fresh, you say to hi ‘Remember, Mr. So-indSo, remember I'm lady’ Anne, “Remember, Mr, So-and-So, remember T'ma lady” (She gives MRS. VAN DAAN her coat.) Mr. Van Daan, Look at you, talking that way in front of her! Don't you know she puts it all down in that diary? Mrs. Van Daan. So, telling the truth! sking you. I'm asking if she does? I'm only [ANNE stretches out, putting ber ear to the floor, listening to what is going on below: The sound of the bombers fades away:] Mrs. Frank (setting the table). Would you \d, Peter, if I moved you over to the couch? Anne (listening). Miep must have the radio on. [PETER picks up bis papers, going over to the couch beside MRS, VAN DAAN.] Mr. Van Daan (accusing; to peter). Haven't you finished yet? Peter. No. Mr. Van Daan. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Peter. All right. All right. Pm a dunce, I'm a hopeless case, Why do I go on? Mrs. Van Daan. You're not hopeless. Don’t talk that way, It’s just that you haven't anyone to help you, like the girls have. (To MR. FRANK) Maybe you could help him, Mr. Frank? Mr. Frank. I'm sure that his father. . .?Mr, Van Daan. Not me. I can’t do anything swith him, He won't listen to me, You go ahead if you want. Mr. Frank (going to peren), What about it, Peter? Shall we make our school coeduca tional? Mrs. Van Daan (hissing MR. FRANK). You're an. angel, Mr. Frank, An angel. I don't know why T didn’t meet you before I met that one there. Here, sit down, Mr. Frank . . . (She forces bim down on the couch beside veteR.) Now, Peter, you listen to Mr. Frank. Mr. Frank. It might be better for us to go into Peter's room. {vere jumps up eagerty; leading the way] Mrs. Van Daan, That's right. You go in there, Peter, You listen to Mr. Frank, Mr. Frank is a highly educated man, [ds wn. FRANK és about to follow Peter into bis OOM, MRS. FRANK stops him and wipes the lip- stick from bis lips. Then she closes the door after them. Anne (on the floor, listening). Shh! I can hi a man's voice talking. Mr. Van Daan (fo ANN®). Isn't it bad enough here without your sprawling all over the place? Mrs, Van Daan (fo Mn. VAN Daan). If you didn’t you wouldn't be so bad- smoke so mu tempered. Mr. Van Daan. Am I smoking? Do you se smoking? Mrs. Van Daan. Don't tell me you've used up all those cigarettes. Mr. Van Daan. One package. brought me one package. Mrs. Van Daan. It's a filthy habit anyway It’s good time to break yourself Mr. Van Daan, Oh, stop it, ple Mrs. Van Daan, You're smoking up all our money. You know that, don’t you? me Miep only Mr. Van Daan. Will you shut up? (During this, MRS, FRANK and MARGOT have studiously kept their eyes down, But aXxt, seated on the floor, has been following the discussion interest- ‘edly, MR, VAN DAAN furns fo see her staring up at him.) And what are you staring at? ‘Anne. I never heard grown-ups quarrel before. I thought only children quarreted. Mr. Van Daan. This isn’t a quarrel! Its a cussion. And I never heard children so rude be- fore. Anne (rising, indignantly). 1, rude! Mr. Van Daan. Yes! Mrs. Frank (quickly). Anne, will you get me my knitting? (ANNE goes fo get it.) | must re member, when Miep comes, to ask her to bring ‘me some more wool. Margot (going fo her room). [need some hair pins and some soap. I made a list. (She goes into her bedroom to get the list.) Mrs. Frank (fo aNNe). Have you some library books for Miep when she comes? Anne. It's a wonder that Miep has a life of her own, the way we make her run errands for ws. Please, Miep, get me some starch, Please take my hair out and have it cut. Tell me all the latest news, Miep. (She goes over, kneeling on the couch beside MNS. VAN DAN.) Did you know she was engaged? His name is Dirk, and Miep’s afraid the Nazis will ship him off to Germany to work in one of their war plants. That's what they're doing with some of the young Dutchmen . . . they pick them up off the streets — Mr, Van Daan (interrupting). Don't you ever get tired of talking? Suppose you try keeping still for five minutes. Just five minutes. [He starts to pace again, Again aNxe follows him, mimicking bim. MRS. RANK jumps up Worps To OWN \dignantly (in-diginant-18) adv: with anger caused by something fet to be unjust ‘THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 363and takes ber by the arm up to the sinke and gives ber a glass of mille Mrs, Frank. Come here, Anne. It’s time for your glass of milk. Mr. Van Daan, Talk, talk, talk. I never heard such a child, Where is my. . . ? Every evening its the same, tlk, tlk, talk, (ie looks around.) Where is my. . .? Mrs. Van Daan. What're you looking for? Mr. Van Daan. My pipe. Have you seen my pipe? Mrs, Van Daan, What good’s a pipe? You haven't got any tobacco. Mr. Van Daan, At least I'll have something to hold in my mouth! (Opening Marcor'’s bed room door) Margot, have you seen my pipe? Margot. It was on the table last night. [ANNE puts ber glass of milk on the table and picks up bis pipe, biding it bebind ber back.) Mr. Van Daan. I know. I know. Anne, did you see my pipe?. . . Anne! Mrs, Frank, Anne, Mr. Van Daan is speaking to you. ‘Anne, Am I allowed to talk now? Mr. Van Daan, You're the most aggravating, The trouble with you is, you've been spoiled. What you need is a good old-fashioned. spanking, Ammne (nninticking MRS. VAN DAAN). “Remember, Mr, So-and-So, remember I'm a lady? (She thrusts the pipe into bis mouth, then picks up ber glass of milk.) Mr. Van Daan (restraining bimself with diffi- culty). Why aren't you nice and quiet like your sister Margot? Why do you have to show off all, the time? Let me give you a little advice, young, lady. Men don’t like that kind of thing in a girl. You know that? A man likes a girl who'll listen to him once in a while. . . a domestic girl, who'll keep her house shining for her husband, who loves to cook and sew and . Anne. Fd cut my throat first! fd open my 364 ITIL Bevieve veins! I'm going to be remarkable! I'm going to Paris. . Mr. Van Daan (scoffingly). Paris! Anne... . . to study music and art Mr. Van Daan. Yeah! Yeah! Anne, I'm going to be a famous dancer or singer. . . or something wonderful. [She makes a wide gesture, spilling the glass Of milk on the fur coat int NS, YAN DAAN'S lap. MARGOT rushes quickly over with a towel. ANNE tries to brush the milk off with ber skirt.) Mrs. Van Daan. Now look what you've done u clumsy little fool! My beautiful fur coat my father gave me Anne. I'm so sorry.Mrs. Van Daan, What do you care? It isn't yours. So go on, ruin it! Do you know ‘what that coat cost? Do you? And now look at it! Look at it! Anne. I'm very, ve Mrs. Van Daan could just kill you! y sorry F could kill you for this. 1 IMS. VAN DAAN goes up the stairs, clutching the coal. MIR, VAN DAAN starts after her] Mr. Van Daan. Petronella . . liefje! Lieffe! Come back . . . the supper. . . come back! Mrs. Frank. Anne, you must not behave in that way Anne. It was an accident, Anyone can ha ace Mrs, Van Daan. Now look what. you’ve done! Mrs. Frank, I don’t mean that. I mean the an- swering back. You must not answer back. They are our guests. We must always show the great- est courtesy to them, We're all living under ter- rible tension. (She stops as Maxcot indicates that MR. VAX DAN can hear, When be is gone, she continues.) That’s why we must control ourselves... . You don’t hear Margot getting into arguments with them, do you? Watch Margot. She's always courte- ‘ous with them, Never familiar. She keeps her distance, And they respect her for it. Try to be like Margot. Anne. And have them walk all over the way do her? No, thanks! Mrs. Frank, I'm not fone is going to walk all over you, Anne. I'm afraid for other people, that you'll walk on them. 1 don’t know what happens to you, Anne, You are wild, self-willed. If I had ever talked to my mother as you talk to me Anne. Things have changed. People aren't like that anymore, “Yes, Mother” “No, Mother: “Anything you say, Mother” I've got to fight things out for myself! Make something of my- self! Mrs, Frank, It isn’t necessary Margot doesn’t fight, and isn’t she. . .? Anne (violently rebellious). Margot! Margot! Margot! That's all I hear from everyone how wonderful Ma “Why aren't you like Margot? Margot (protesting). Oh, come on, Anne, don't be so Anne (paying no attention). Everything she does is right, and everything I do is wrong! I'm the goat around here! . . . You're all against me!. . . And you worst of all! m they raid that any- [8be rushes off into ber room and throws ber- self down on the settee, stifling ber sobs. ns FRANK sighs and starts toward the stove.) ‘THE Diary OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 365Mrs. Frank (fo MaxGor). Let's put the soup on the stove . . . if there’s anyone who ‘eat, Margot, will you take the bread out? (MAR: Gor gets the bread from the cupboard.) 1 don't know how we can go on living this way... «I can’t saya word to Anne, . . she flies at me Margot. You know Anne. In half an hour sh be out here, laughing and joking, Mrs. Frank. And... (She makes a motion upward, indicating the Vax DaaNs.) ... told your father it wouldn't work . . . but no no k them, he said... he owed it to him, he said, Well, he knows now ht! These quarrels! . . . This bick- “ares 0 that I was 1 ering! Margot (with a warning look). Shush, Shush RANK [The buzzer for the door sounds. si gasps, startled.) Mrs. Frank. Every time I hear that sound, my heart stops! Margot (starting for peter’s door). It’s Miep. (She knocks at the door) Father? aie, FRANK comes quickly from periR’s room. | Mr. Frank, Thank you, Margot. (As be goes down the steps to open the outer door) Has everyone his list? Margot. I'll get my books, (Giving ber mother 4@ list) Here's your list. (MARGOT goes into ber and sxNt’s bedroom on the right. ANNE sits Up, hiding her tears, as MARGOT comes in.) Miep’s here [aurcor picks up ber books and goes back. ANNE burries over to the mirror, smoothing ber hair Mr. Van Daan (coming down the stairs). Is it Miep? Margot. Yes. Father's gone down to let her in. Mr. Van Daan, At last Ill have some cigarettes! Mrs, Frank (fo MR. VAN Daas). I can’t tell you how unhappy Lam about Mrs. Van Daan’s coat. Anne should never have touched it. 366 ISTILL BeLieve Mr. Van Daan, She'll be all right. Mrs. Frank, Is there anything I can do? Mr. Van Daan. Don’t worry [He turns to meet sure. But it is not migp who comes up the steps. It is MR. KRALER, followed by MR. FRANK. Their faces are grave. ANNE comes from the bedroom. PETER comes from bis room| Mrs. Frank, Mr. Kraler! Mr. Van Daan. How are you, Mr. Kraler? Margot. This is a surprise. Mrs. Frank. When Mr. Kraler come begins to shine Mr. Van Daan, Miep is coming? Mr. Kraler, Not tonight, (IR, KRALER goes 0 MARGOT and MRS. FRANK and ANNE, shaking hands with them.) Mrs. Frank, Wouldn't you like a cup of coffee? Or, better still, will you have supper with us? Mr. Frank. Mr. Kraler has something to talk over with us, Something has happened, he says, which demands an immediate decision. Mrs. Frank (fearful). What is it? the sun IR. KRALER sits down on the couch. As be talks he takes bread, cabbages, milk, etc., from bis briefcase, giving them fo MARGOT and ANNE to put away.) Mr. Kraler. Usually, when [come up here, I try to bring you some bit of good news. What's the use of telling you the bad news when there's nothing that you can do about it? But today something has happened. . . . Dirk. . . Miep’s Dirk, you know, came to me just now. He tells ‘me that he has a Jewish friend living near bi A dentist. He says he’s in trouble, He begged ‘me, could I do anything for this man? Could 1 find him a hiding place? . . . So I've come to you. . . [know it’s a terrible thing to ask of you, living as you are, but would you take him in with you? Mr, Frank, Of course we will.Mr. Kraler (rising). It'll be just for a night or until I find some other place. This happened so suddenly that I didn’t know where to turn. Mr. Frank, Where is he? Mr. Kraler. Downstairs in the office, Mr. Frank, Good, Bring him up. Mr. Kraler. His name is Dussel Mr. Frank, Dussel.. . . I think [know him, Mr. Kraler. I'll get him. two He goes quickly down the steps and out. wk rank suddenly becomes conscious of the others.) Mr. Frank. Forgive me. I spoke without con sulting you. But I knew you'd feel as I do. Mr. Van Daan. There’s no reason for you to consult anyone. This is your place. You have a right to do exactly as you please, The only thing I feel . . . there's so little food as it is, and to take in another person . [Pere terns away, ashamed of bis father) Mr. Frank. We can stretch the food a litte. It's only for a few days. Mr. Van Daan, You want to make a bet? Mrs. Frank. I think it’s fine to have him. But, Otto, where are you going to put him? Where’ Peter. He can have my bed. I can sleep on the floor. I wouldn’t mind. Mr, Frank, That's good of you, Peter. But your room's too small. . . even for you. Anne. I have a much better idea. ll come in here with you and Mother, and Margot can take Peter's room and Peter can go in our room with Mr. Dussel. Margot. That's right. We could do that Mr, Frank, No, Margot. You mustn't sleep in that room . . . neither you nor Anne. Mouschi hhas caught some rats in there. Peter's brave, He doesn’t mind, 22, Dussel (oo's9). Anne. Then how about this? I'll come in here with you and Mother, and Mr, Dussel can have my bed. Mrs. Frank. No. No. No! Margot will come in. here with us and he can have her bed. It’s the only way. Margot, bring your things in here. Help her, Anne. IMARGor burries into ber room to get her things.) Anne (to her mother). Why Margot? Why can’t Tome in here? Mrs. Frank. Beca Margot to sleep with a argue. Please. ¢ it wouldn't be proper for Please, Anne. Don't [ANNE starts slowly away] Mr, Frank (fo ANN). You don’t mind sharing your room with Mr. Dussel, do you, Anne Anne. No. No, of course not. Mr. Frank. Good. (ANve goes off into her bed- room, helping MARGOT MR. FRANK starts to search in the cupboards.) Where's the cognac’ Mrs. Frank. It’s there, But, Otto, [ was saving it in case of illness Mr. Frank. I think we couldn't find a beter ime to use it. Peter, will you get five glasses for me? rere goes for the glasses, MARGOT comes out of ber bedroom, carrying ber possessions, which she bangs bebind a curtain in the ‘main room. MR. FRANK finds the cognac and ‘pours it into the five glasses that verer brings im. Mk. VAN DAAN stands looking on sourl). MRS, VAN DAAN comes downstairs and looks around at all the bustle.) Mrs. Van Daan. What's happening? What's going on? Mr. Van Daan. Someone’s moving in with us. Mrs. Van Daan. In here? You're joking, Margot. It’s only for a night or two Mr. Kraler finds him another place. until 23. cognac (kan'yak’y type of brandy (isilled wine) ‘THE DiaRY OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 367Mr, Van Daan, Yeah! Yeah! [un FRANK Durries over as MR. KRALER arid DUS: SEL come up. DUSSEL is & man in bis late fifties, ‘meticulous, finicky . . . bewildered now. He wears a raincoat, He carries a briefcase, stuffed full, and a small medicine case.) Mr. Frank. Come in, Mr. Dussel Mr. Kraler. This is Mr. Frank, Dussel. Mr. Otto Frank? Mr. Frank. Yes. your things. (He takes the bat and briefcase, but pusse. clings lo bis medicine case.) This is my wife, Edith... Mr. and Mrs, Van Daan . . . their son, Peter and my daughters, Margot and Anne, Let me take [puss shakes bands with everyone. Mr. Kraler. Thank you, Mr. Frank. Thank you all, Mr. Dus- sel, I leave you in good hands. Oh... Ditk’s coat. Inusset. hurriedly takes off the raincoat, giv. ing it to MR. KRALER. Underneath is bis white dentist's jacket, with a yellow Star of David on it) Dussel (/o wx. KRALER). What can I say to thank you. ..? Mrs, Frank (fo pusset). Mr. Kraler and Miep ‘They're our lifeline. Without them we couldn't live. Mr. Kraler. Please. Please, You make us seem very heroic. It isn’t that at all. We simply don't like the Nazis. (To MR. FRANK, who offers bim a drink) No, thanks. (Then, going on) We don't like their methods, We don’t like Mr. Frank (smiling). 1 know. 1 know. “No one’s going to tell us Dutchmen what to do with our damn Jews! 368 ITIL BeLieve Fritz Pfeffer (“Dussel Mr. Kraler (fo usstt). Pay no attention to Mr. Frank. Pll be up tomorrow to see that they're treating you right. (To Mk. FRANK) Don't trouble to come down again, Peter will bolt the door after me, won't you, Peter? Peter. Yes, sir. Mr. Frank. Thank you, Peter. I'll do it, Mr. Kraler. Good night. Good night Group. Good night, Mr. Kraler, W tomorrow: (Ete, ete.) ‘Il see you IR. KRALER goes out with mi. FRANK. MRS, FRANK gives each one of the “grown-ups” a glass of eognac.| Mrs. Frank. Ple: sit down, e, Mr, Du [DUSSEL sinks into a ebair Mrs. FRANK gives bim a glass of cognac.) Dussel. I'm dreaming. T know it. [ can't believe my eyes. Mr. Otto Frank here! (7o MRS. FRANK) You're not in Switzerland, then? A woman told me... She said she'd gone to your house the door was open, everything was in disorder, dishes in the sink. She said she found a piece of paper in the wastebasket with an address scrib- bled on it... an addres you must have escaped to Zurich, Anne. Father put that there purposely so people would think that very thing! Dussel. And you've been here all the time? Mrs. Frank. All the time. . . ever since July. IANNE speaks to her father as be comes back.| Anne. It worked, Pim the address you left! Mr, Dussel says that people believe we es- caped to Switzerland, 24. Zieh (2oor'iky: Switzerland Switzerland remained neutral during World War Il, many refugees sought safety thereMr. Frank. I'm glad. . . . And now let's have a little drink to welcome Mr. Dussel. (Before they can drink, pusset. bolts bis drink, MR. FRANK smiles and raises bis glass.) To Me. Dussel. Welcome. We're very honored to have you with us Mrs. Frank, To Mr. Dussel, welcome. [The VAN DAANS murmur a welcome. “grown-ups” drink| The ‘Mrs. Van Daan. Um. That was good, Mr. Van Daan, Did Mr. Kraler warn you that you won't get much to cat here? You can imag. ine. . . three ration books among the seven of us. . . and now you make eight. [perm walks away, humiliated. Outside, a street organ is heard diml Dussel (rising). Mr. Van Daan, you don’t real ize what is happening outside that you should warn me of a thing like that. You don’t realize what's going on... . (AS MR, VAN DAAN starts bis characteristic pacing, vusse.. turns to speak to the others.) Right here in Amster every day hundreds of Jews disappear. They surround a block and search house by house, Children come home from school to find their parents gone. Hundreds are being de- ported. . °° people that you and I know the Hallensteins . . . the Wessels Mrs. Frank (in fears). Oh, no. No! Dussel. They get their call-up notice come to the Jewish theater on such and suc! bring only what you can carry in a rucksack. And if you refuse the call up notice, then they come and drag you from your home and ship you off to Mauthausen ‘The death camp! Mrs. Frank, We didn’t know that things had got so much wors Dussel. Forgive me for speaking so, day and hour 25. deported: forcibly sent away (to concentration camps land death camps) Anne (coming fo pussti). Do you know the de als? . . . What’s become of them? Their daughter Jopie and I are in the same class. Jopie’s my best friend. Dussel. They are gone, Anne. Gone? Dussel. With all the others. Anne. Oh, no. Not Jopie! [She turns away, in tears. MRS. FRANK motions to MARGOF (0 comfort ber: MARGOT goes 10 ANNE, putting her arms comfortinghy around ber) Mrs. Van Daan. There were some people called Wagner. They lived near us. .? Mr. Frank (interrupting, with a glance at ANNE), [ think we should put this off until later. We all have many questions we want to ask But I'm sure that Mr. Dussel would like to get settled before supper. Dussel. Thank you. I would. I brought very lit tle with me. Mr. Frank (giving bim bis bat and briefcase). I'm sorry we can’t give you a room alone. But hope you won't be too uncomfortable, We've hhad to make strict rules here hours... We'll tell you after supper. Anne, would you like to take Mr. Dussel to his room? Anne (controlling ber tears). If you'll come with me, Mr. Dussel? (She starts for her room.) Dussel (shaking hands with each in turn), Forgive me if I haven't really expressed my grati- tude to all of you. This has been such a shock to me. I'd always thought of myself as Dutch. [ was born in Holland. My father was born in Holland, and my grandfather. And now’. . . afterall these years... (He breaks off.) If you'll excuse me. aschedule of [DussEL gives a little bow and burries off after ANNE, MR, FRANK anid the others are subdued.) Anne (turning on the light). Well, here we are. [pUusseL looks around the room. In the main room MARGOT speaks to her mother) ‘THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 369Margot. The news sounds pretty bad, doesn’t it? It’s so different from what Mr. Kraler tells us. Mr. Kraler says things are improving. Mr. Van Daan. I like it better the way Kraler tells it [They resume their occupations, quietly: PETER (goes off into bis room, In ANNE'S room, ANNE turns to DUSSEL.| Anne. You're going to share the room with me. Dussel. I'm a man who's always lived alone. I haven't had to adjust myself to others. I hope you'll bear with me until I learn, Anne. Let me help you. (She takes bis brief- case.) Do you always live all alone? Have you no family at all? Dussel. No one. (He opens his medicine case and spreads bis bottles on the dressing table.) Anne. How dreadful. You must be terribly lonely. Dussel. I'm used to it, ‘Anne. | don’t think I could ever get used to it. Didn’t you even have a pet? A cat, or a dog? Dussel. | have an allergy for furbearing ani- mals. They give me asthma. Anne. Oh, dear, Peter has a cat Dussel. Here? He has it here? Anne. Yes. But we hardly ever see it. He keeps it in his room all the time. I'm sure it will be all right. Dussel. Let us hope so. (He takes some pills to fortify himself) ‘Anne. That's Margot’s bed, where you're going to sleep. I sleep on the sofa there. (Indicating the clothes hooks on the wall) We cleared these off for your things. (She goes over to the window.) The best part about this room you can look down and see a bit of the street «the canal There's a houseboat... you can see the end of it... a bargeman lives there with his family... They have a baby and he’s just beginning to walk and I'm so afraid he’s going to fall into the canal someday watch him 370 ISti. BeLeve Dussel (interrupting). Your father spoke of a schedule. Anne (coming away from the window). Oh, yes. It’s mostly about the times we have to be quiet. And times for the wc. You can use it now if you like Dussel (sti/fy). No, thank you. Anne. I suppose you think it's awful, my talk- ing about a thing like that. But you don’t know how important it can get to be, when you're frightened. . . . About this room, the way Margot and I did. . . she had it to herself in the afternoons for studying, reading lessons, you know . . . and I took the mornings. Would that be all right with you? Dussel. I'm not at my best in the morning, Anne. You stay here in the mornings, then. I'l take the room in the afternoons. Dussel. Tell me, when you're in here, what happens to me? Where am I spending my time? In there, with all the people? ‘Anne. Yes. Dussel. I see. Is Anne, We have supper at half past six. Dussel (going over to the sofia). Then, if you don't mind . . . I like to lie down quietly for ten minutes before eating. I find it helps the digestion Anne, Of course. I hope I'm not going to be too much of a bother to you. I seem to be able to get everyone's back up. [DusseL lies down on the sofa, curled up, bis back to her Dussel. I always get along very well with chil dren, My patients all bring their children to me, they know I get on well with them. So don’t you worry about that. [ayn leans over him, taking bis hand and shaking it gratefully:] WORDS TO OWN fortify (6rt's-f") strengthen.Anne. Nothing is right about me... Anne. Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Dussel [The lights dim to darkness, The curtain falls voice comes to us, faintly at first and then with increasing power] on the scene. ANNES Anne’s Voice... . And yesterday I finished Cissy Van Marxvelt’s latest book. I think she is a first-class writer, I shall definitely let my chi dren read her. Monday, the twenty-first of Sep- tember, ninetcen forty-two. Mr, Dussel and I had another battle yesterday. Yes, Mr. Dussel! According to him, nothing, I repeat . . . noth. ing is right about me. . . my appearance, my character, my manners. While he was going on at me, I thought . . . sometime Til give you such a smack that you'll fly right up to the ceil- ing! Why is it that every grown-up thinks he knows the way to bring up children? Particu. larly the grown-ups that never had any. I keep wishing that Peter was a girl instead of a boy Then I would have someone to talk to, Mar- got's a darling, but she takes everything too se- riously. To pause for a moment on the subject of Mrs. Van Daan, I must tell you that her at- tempts to flirt with Father are getting her nowhere. Pim, thank goodness, won't play IAs she is saying the last lines, the curtain rises on the darkened scene. ANNE'S voice fades out.) ‘THE Diary OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 371Maxine MEANINGS (Act One, SCENES 1-3) * First Thoughts 1. What do you think would be the hardest "===. part of life in the Secret Annex: the fear of => discovery, the need to keep silent for hours at a time, the sharing of cramped quarters with strangers, or some other as- pect? Explain. (If you've been taking notes as you read, look them over for ideas.) Shaping Interpretations 2, Do Anne and Peter seem to have typical ; teenage attitudes toward their families? Go back to the text for examples to sup- port your response. 3. List the conflicts that have developed among the characters by the end of Scene 3. Why are these conflicts dangerous for the people in the Secret Annex? What other conflicts do you predict might arise? 4, Compare Mr. Frank’s and Mr. Van Daan’s reactions to the arrival of Albert Dussel. Nazis? Would you do the same? Explain. Connecting with the Text Reading Check a. What do we learn about the basic situation of the characters in the play from Scene |, before the flash- back begins? bb, By the end of Scene 3, we have met all ten charac- ters who appear in the play, List these characters, and choose two or three adjectives to describe each character. cc. When does Anne begin to understand what going into hiding will mean? De~ scribe some of the ways life in the Secret Annex is different from life outside. Which seems like the right way to respond? Why? 5. When the play opens, only months have passed since Otto Frank was freed from Auschwitz. What do you think makes him return to Amster dam and revisit the place where he and his family were captured by the 6. If you were going into hiding and could take only as many items as you could carry ina single trip, what would they be? List the contents of your bags, and explain why you chose them | Extending the Text ence or knowledge. 372 1Stw. Beuieve 7. Mr. Frank tells Anne, “There are no walls, there are no bolts, no locks that anyone can put on your mind” (page 357). What does he mean? Do you agree? Support your opinion with examples from your own experi-It ts the middle of the night, several months later. The stage is dark except for a little light which comes through the skylight in veteR’s room. Everyone is in bed. sit. and wins FRANK Hie on the couch in the main room, which has been pulled out to serve as a makeshift double bed. MARGOT is sleeping on a mattress on the floor in the main room, bebind a curtain stretched across for privacy. The others are all in their accustomed rooms. From outside we bear two drunken soldiers singing “Lili Marlene.” A girl's high giggle is beard. The sound of run- ning feet is beard coming closer and then fading in the distance. Through out the scene there is the distant sound of airplanes passing overbead. A match suddenly flares up in the allic. We dimly see sk. VAN DAN. He Is getting bis bearings. He comes quickly down the stairs and goes to. the cupboard where the food is stored, Again the match flares up, and is as quickly blown out, The din figure is seen to steal back up the stairs. There is quiet for a second or two, broken only by the sound of airplanes and running feet on the street below Suddenly, out of the silence and the dark, we hear AXNe scream. “THE Diary OF ANNE FRANK, AcT ONE 373Anne (screaming). No! No! Don't... don’t take me! [She moan The other people wake, terrified. DUSSEL sits up in bed, furtous.] tossing and crying in ber sleep. Dussel. Shush! Anne! Anne, for God's sake, shush! Anne (still in ber nightmare [She screams and screams, DuSsEL. gets out of bed, going over to ber, trying to wake ber} Dussel. For God's want someone to hear? ke! Quiet! Quiet! You [Un the main room wus. FRANK grabs a shawt and pulls it around ber: She rushes in to NXE, taking ber in ber arms, MR. FRANK burriedly gets up, putting on bis overcoat. MARGOT sits up, terrified. petER's light goes on in bis room.| Mrs. Frank (fo ANNE, in her room). Hush, da ling, hush. Its all right. Its all right. (Over ber shoulder, to pussét) Will you be kind enough to turn on the light, Mr. Dussel? (Back fo ANNE) It's nothing, my darling, It was just a dream, [pussEL turns on the light in the bedroom. Mus FRANK Dols ANNE in ber arms. Gradually ASN comes out of ber nightmare, still trembling with borror MR. RANK comes into the room, and goes Mies, Frank. (quickly (0 the window, looking out to be sure that no one outside bas Hush, beard Asses screams. wis. Husk — darling, olds axse, talking softy to ber In ; the main room MARGOT stands on a hush. It’s chair turning on the center banging all right. lamp. A light goes on in the VAN Dussel (fo Mas. FRANK, blowing bis nose). Something must be done about that child, Mrs. Frank. Yelling like that! Who knows but there’s 374 STi Bevievesomebody on thi our lives, Mrs, Frank, Anne, darling Dussel. Every night she twists and turns. 1 don't sleep. I spend half my night shushing her. And now it’s nightmares! streets? She’s endangering all [MARGOT comes fo the door of sXNe's room, fol- lowed by PETER. MR. FRANK goes to them, indi- cating that everything is all right, pevER takes MARGor back. Mrs. Frank (fo ANNE). You're here, safe, you see? Nothing has happened. (To puss) Please, Mr. Dussel, go back to bed, She'll be herself in a minute or two. Won't you, Anne? Dussel (picking up a book and a pillow). ‘Thank you, but I’m going to the w.c. The one place where there’s peace! [He stalks out. Mm. VAN DAAN, in underwear and trousers, comes down the stairs. a). What is it? What ippened? Dussel. A nightmare. She was having a night- mare! Mr. Van Daan, I thought someone was mur- dering her Dussel. Unfortunate [He goes into the bathroom. MR. NAN DAAN goes back up the stairs. R. FRANK, in the main room, sends peter back to bis own bedroom.) Mr. Frank. Thank you, Peter. Go back to bed. [Peter goes back fo bis room. MR. FRANK follows him, turning out the light and looking out the window: Then be goes back to the main room, and gets up on a chair, turning out the center banging lamp. Mrs. Frank (fo ANNE). Would you like some water? (ANNE shakes her bead.) Was it a very bad dream? Perhaps if you told me... ? Anne. I'd rither not talk about it, Mrs. Frank. Poor darling. Try to sleep, then. Til sit right here beside you until you fall asleep. (She brings a stool over, sitting there.) Anne. You don’t have to, Mrs. Frank. But I'd like to stay very much. Really Anne. I'd rather you didn't, Mrs. Frank. Good night, then. (She leans down to kiss ANNE. ANNE throws ber arm up over ber face, turning away. MRS. FRANK, bid- ing ber burt, kisses axNt’s arm.) You'll be all right? There’s nothing that you want? Anne. Will you please ask Father to come. Mrs, Frank (after a second). Of course, Anne dear, (She hurries out into the other room. MR. FRANK comes fo her as she comes in.) Si langt nach Dir!" Mr. Frank (sensing ber burt, Bdith, Liebe, schau Mrs. Frank. Es macht nichts! Ich danke dem lieben Herrgott, dass sie sich wenigstens an Dich wendet, wenn sie Trost braucht! Geh hinein, Otto, sie ist ganz hysterisch vor Angst.’ (AS MR. FRANK besitates) Geb zu ihr.’ (He looks at ber for a second and then goes to get a cup of water for ANNE. MS. FRANK sinks down on the bed, her face in her hands, trying to keep from sobbing aloud. MARGOT comes over to ber, putting her arms around her) She wants nothing of me. She pulled away when I leaned down to kiss her. Margot. It’s a phase... You heard Father Most girls go through it... they turn to their fathers at this age. . . they give all their ove to their fathers. Mrs. Frank. You weren't like this. You didn’t shut me out ith you Margot. She'll get over it 1. Sie. « . Diets German for “She's asking for you!” 2 Liebe, Schau: “dear look 3. Es.» - Angst Ie does’ t matte I thank the dear Lond that she turns atleast to you when she needs comfort! Go to her, Otto, she's completely hysterical with fear 4. Geh zu ihr: “Go to ber” ‘THE Diary oF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 375[She smootbs the bed for MRS. FRANK and sits beside her a moment as MRS, FRANK lies down. IN ANNE'S FOOM MR. FRANK comes in, sitting down by ANNE. ANNE flings ber arms around im, clinging to him. In the distance we hear the sound of ack-ack.) Anne, Oh, Pim, I dreamed that they came to tus! The Green Police! They broke down the door and grabbed me and started to drag me out the way they did Jopie. Mr. Frank, | want you to take this pill. ‘Anne, What is it? Mr. Frank, Something to quiet you [She takes it and drinks the water In the main room MARGOT turns out the light and goes back to her bed.| Mr, Frank (fo ANN®). Do you want me to read to you fora while? Anne. No. Just sit with me for a minute, Was I awful? Did I yell terribly loud? Do you think anyone outside could have heard? Mr. Frank. No. No. Lic quietly now. Try to sleep. Anne. I'm a terrible coward, I'm so disap- pointed in myself. I think I've conquered my fear... 1 think I'm really geown-up . . . and then something happens. . . and [run to you like a baby. . . . Hove you, Father. I don’t love anyone but you. Mr. Frank (reproachfully). Annele! Anne. It’s true. I've been thinking about it fora ong time. You're the only one I love. Mr. Frank. It’s fine to hear you tell me that you Jove me. But ' be happier if you said you loved your mother aswell She needs your help so much, Anne, We have nothing in common, She doesn’t understand me. Whenever I try to ex: plain my views on life to her, she asks me if 'm constipated. Mr, Frank. You hurt her very much just now She's crying, She’s in there crying. your love 376 I STi Beveve Anne, I can’t help it. I only told the truth. 1 didn’t want her here. . . (Then, with sudden change) Oh, Pim, | was hortible, wasn’t ? And the worst of itis, I can stand off and look at my- self doing it and know it’s cruel and yet I can’t stop doing it, What's the matter with me? Tell me. Don’t say it’s just a phase! Help me. Mr. Frank. There is so little that we parents can do to help our children. We can only try to set a good example . . . point the way, The rest you must do yourself. You must build your own character. Anne, Pm trying. Really T am, Every night 1 think back over all of the things I did that day that were wrong. . . like putting the wet mop in Mr, Dussel’s bed... . and this thing now with Mother. I say to myself, that was wrong. I make up my mind, I'm never going to do that in. Never! Of course, I may do something worse. . . but at least I'll never do that again! Thave a nicer nicer side. But 'm that people are going to laugh at me if I'm serk- ous. So the mean Anne comes to the outside and the good Anne stays on the inside, and T keep on trying to switch them around and have the good Anne outside and the bad Anne inside and be what I'd like to be... and might be -ifonly. . . only [She is asleep. MR. FRANK watebes ber for a mo-~ ment and then turns off the light, and starts out, The lights dim out. The curtain falls on the scene. AXNt's voice és heard, dimly at first and then with growing strength.) Anne's Voice. ‘The air raids’ are getting worse, They come over day and night, The noise is terrifying, Pim says it should be music to our ears. The more planes, the sooner will come the end of the war. Mrs. Van Daan pre- 5, air raids: Allied aireraft conducted air raids, or bombing attacks on ground targets, in the Netherlands because the ‘country was occupied by the Germans.tends to be a fatalist.’ What will be, will be, But when the planes come over, who is the most frightened? No one else but Petronella! Monday, the ninth of November, nineteen forty-two. Wonderful news! The Allies have landed in Africa. Pim says that we can look for in early finish to the war. Just for fun, he asked. ch of us what was the first thing we wanted to do when we got out of here. Mrs, Van Daan longs to be home with her own things, her needlepoint chairs, the Bechstein piano her fa ther gave her . . . the best that money could buy: Peter would like to go toa movie. Mr. Dus- sel wants to get back to his dentist's drill. He’ afraid he is losing his touch. For myself, there are so many things . . . to ride a bike agai to laugh till my belly aches . . . to have new clothes from the skin out... to have a hot tub filled to overflowing and wallow in it for hours. . . to be back in school with my friends [As the last lines are being said, the curtain rises on the scene. The lights dim on as ANNE'S voice fades away:| It is the first night of the Hanukkaby’ celebra- tion, Mik. FRANK is standing at the bead of the lable on which is the menorab.* He lights the shamas, or servant candle, and bolds it as be 6, fatalist (f"1-ist): person who believes that all events are determined by fate and therefore cannot be prevented or affected by people’ actions. 5. Hanukkah (:hi’noo ka") joyous eightday Jewish hol dla, usualy falling ip December, celebrating the rededic- tion of the holy Temple in Jerusalem in 164 8.c. The Temple hhad been taken over by the Syrian, who had conquered Jerusalem, The Maccabee family led the Jews ina success rebellion against the Syrians and retook the Temple 8. menorah: Hebrew for “candieholdes” Mr. Frank is light ing menorah that holds nine candles: eight candles, one foreach ofthe eight nights of Hanukkah, and the shams, the candle used to light the others. says the blessing. Seated, listening, are all of the “family” dressed in their best. The men wear bats; PETER wears bis cap. Mr. Frank (reading from a prayer book). “Praised be Thou, oh Lord our God, Ruler of the universe, who has sanctified us with Thy commandments and bidden us kindle the Hanukkah lights, Praised be Thou, oh Lord our God, Ruler of the universe, who has wrought wondrous deliverances for our fathers in days of old. Praised be Thou, oh Lord our God, Ruler of the universe, that Thou has given us life and sustenance and brought us to thi happy season.” (MR. FRANK lights the one candle of the menorab as be continues.) “We kindle this Hanukkah light to celebrate the great and wonderful deeds wrought through the zeal with which God filled the hearts of the heroic Maccabees, two thousand years ago. They fought against indifference, against tyranny and oppression, and they restored our Temple to us. May these lights remind us that we should ever look to God, whence cometh our help” Amen. (Pronounced “o-mayn") ALL. Amen. (our, FRANK bands MRS. FRANK the prayer book.) Mrs. Frank (reading). “I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord who \d earth, He will not suffer thy foot to be moved. He that keepeth thee will not slumber. He that keepeth Israel doth nei- ther slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper. ‘The Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall keep thee from all evil. made heaven Worps To OWN zeal (zal) n: great enthusiasm; devotion to a cause. ‘tyranny (ti’3-né) n: cruel and unjust rule or use of power. “THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 377He shall keep thy soul, The Lord shall guard thy going out and thy coming in, from this time forth and forevermore.” Amen. All. Amen, [ns, FRANK puts down the prayer book and goes to get the food and wine. Maxcor belps er MR. FRANK takes the men’s bats and puts sel (rising). That was very moving, Anne (pulling bim back). Itisn't over yet! 9. Mrs, Frank i reading Psalm 121 from the Bible 378 ISI Beveve Mr. Frank. They fought against indifference, against tyranny and oppression . . .Mrs. Van Daan. Sit down! Sit down! Anne. There's a lot more, songs and prese' Dussel. Presents? Mrs. Frank. Not this year, unfortunately Mrs. Van Daan. But always on Hanukkah everyone gives presents. . . everyone! Dussel. Like our St. Nicholas’s Day.” [There is a chorus of *no"s from the group.) What kind of know Hanukkah? Mrs, Frank (as she brings the food). [remem ber particularly the candles . . . First, one, as ‘we have tonight, Then, the second night, you light wo candles, the next night three. . . and so on until you have eight candles burning. When there are eight candles, it is truly beauti: ful Mrs. Van Daan. And the potato pancakes. Mr. Van Daan. Don't talk about them! Mrs. Van Daan, | make the best latkes'” you ever tasted! Mrs. Frank. Invite us all next year own home. Mr, Frank. God will Mrs. Van Daan, God willing. Margot. What I remember best is the presents we used to get when we were little. . . eight and each day they got bet- Jew are you that you don't in your days of presents ter and better. Mrs. Frank (sitting down). We ate all here alive. That is present enough. Anne. No, it isn’t. I've got something, (She rushes into her room, burriedly puts on a little hat improvised from the lampshade, grabs a satchel bulging with parcels, and ‘comes running back.) Mrs. Frank, What is it? 10. St. Nicholas’s Day: Christian holiday celebrated in the Netherlands and other European countries on December 5, ‘on which smal gifts are given, especially to 11, Tatkes (Lt’ka2): potato pancakes, a traditional Hanukkah food \ a > LITERATURE y 7 AND | SociAL STuDIES} : Fighting Back = The Jews of Nazi-occupied Europe faced a far more — powerful enemy than their Maccabee ancestors did. Yet even in these desperate cumstances, heroes emerged to battle tyranny. The most famous e of Jewish resi Holocaust took place in the Jewish ghetto of Warsaw, Poland, By 1942, ninety per~ cent of the city’s Jews had been killed. On April 17, 1943, Nazi troops arrived to deport the few who remained to the Treblinka death camp. Led by twenty-fouryear old Mordecai Anielewicz, the men and women of the War saw ghetto fought back from the housetops and the sew- ers. Although they were eae armed only with a few smug. : gled revolvers and grenades and homemade weapons, their resistance continued for a month. Inthe end, only a handful of Jews survived the Warsaw ghetto uprising, but the story of their courage lives on, : Ne ‘THe DIARY OF ANNE FRANK, AcT ONE 379Anne, Presents! Mrs. Van Daan, Pre: Dussel. Look! Mr. Van Daan, What’s she got on her head? Peter. A lampshad Anne. (She picks out one at random.) This for Margot. (She bands it to Maxcor, pulling her to ber feet.) Read it out loud. Margot (reading). You have never lost your temper. You never will, I fear, You are so good But if you should, Putall your cross words here (She tears open the package.) \ new cross word puzzle book! Where did you get it? Anne. It isn’t new, It's one that you've done But I rubbed it all out, and if you wait a little and forget, you can do it all ove Margot (sitting). It’s wonderfull, Anne. ‘Thank you. You'd never know it wasn’t new. [From outside we bear the sound of a street- car passing.| Anne (with another gift. Mrs, Van Daan. Mrs. Van Daan (taking it). This is awful I haven't anything for anyone I never thought Mr. Frank, This is all Anne’s idea. Mrs. Van Daan (holding up a bottle). What is iv Anne, It’s hair shampoo. I took all the odds and ends of soap and mixed them with the last of my toilet water.'? Mrs. Van Daan, Oh, Anneke! Anne, I wanted to write a poem for all of them, but I didn’t have time. (Offering a large ‘bax to MR, VAN DAAN) Yours, Mr. Van Daan, is re- ally something . . . something you want more than anything, (As she waits for bim to open it) Look! Cigarettes! Mr. Van Daan, Cigarettes! 12, toilet water: cologne 380 1ST BeLeve Anne. Two of them! Pim found some old pipe tobacco in the pocket lining of his coat and we made them . . . or rather, Pim did. Mrs. Van Daan, Let me see... Well, look at that! Light it, Putti! Light it IMR. VAN DAAN besitates.| a lite Anne. It’s tobacco, really it is! Ther fluff init, but not much, [Everyone watches intently as MR. VAN DSAN cautiously lights it. The cigarette flares up. Everyone laughs. Peter. It works! Mrs. Van Daan. Look at him. Mr. Van Daan (spluttering). Thank you, Anne. ‘Thank you. [ANNE rushes back to her satchel for another present Anne (handing her mother a piece of paper). For Mother, Hanukkah greeting, (She pulls ber motber to ber feet) Mrs. Frank (she reads). Here’s an JOU that I promise to pay Ten hours of doing whatevei Signed, Anne Frank, ou say (Cos. FRANK, fouched, takes ANNE in her arms, holding her close.) Dussel (fo avxe). Ten hours of doing what you're told? Anything you're told? Anne. That's right. Dussel. You wouldn’t want to sell that, Mrs. Frank? Mrs. Frank. Never! This sift 've ever had! the most precious showing ber present to the others back to the satchel and pulls out 4 scarf, the scarf that WR. FRANK found in the {first scene.) Anne (offering it to ber father). For Pim. Mr. Frank, Annekehave a present! (He takes it, unfolding it and showing it to the others.) Anne. I's a muffler. . . to put round your neck . . . ike an ascot, you know. | m: myselfout of oddsand ends... . [knitted it in the dark cach night, after I gone to bed. I'm afraid it looks better in the dark! Mr. Frank (putting it on). Ws perfectly. Thank you, Annele. le it 1e. It fits me [ayne bands peter a ball of paper with a string attached to it) Anne. That's for Mouschi Peter (rising to bow). On bet thank you. Anne (hesitant, banding him a gift). And this is yours... from Mrs. Quack Quack. (As be holds it gingerly in bis bands) Well open it. . . Aren't you going to open it? Peter. I'm scared to something's going to jump out dit me. ‘Anne. No, It’s nothing like that, really Mrs. Van Daan (as he is open- ing it). What is it, Peter? Go on Show it Anne (ex razor! Dussel. A what? Anne, A rizor! Mrs. Van Daan (looking at i) You didn’t make that out of odds and ends. ‘Anne (0 PETER). Miep got it for me, I's not new. It's second: hand. But you really don Dussel. For what? ‘Anne. Look on his upper lip the beginning of a moustache. Dussel. He wants to get rid of that? Puta little milk oni Peter (starting for bis room). funny, don't you. IF of Mouse! 1 know itedly). Ws a safety sd a razor now. you can see Think you're Margot Frank. Dussel. Look! He can't wry it Peter. I'm going to give Mouschi his present! (He goes into bis room, slamming the door bebind bim.) Mr. Van Daan (disgustedly). Mouschi, Mou- schi, Mouschi. ! He’s going in to in the distance we bear a dog persistently barking, x8Xt brings a gift to DUSSEL} Anne, And last but never least, my roommate, Mr. Dussel. Dussel. For me? You have something for me? (He opens the smaill box she gives him.) ‘Anne. I made them myself. Dussel (puzzled). Capsules! Two capsules! Anne. They're carplugs! Dussel. Earplugs? Anne. To put in your ¢% me when I thrash around at hight. I saw them advertised in a magazine. They're not real ones... [made them out of cotton and candle wax. Try 5 So you won't hear them See if they don’t work ‘ee if you can hear me talk Dussel (putting them in bis ears). Wait now until I get them so. ‘Anne. Are you ready? Dussel. Huh? ‘Anne. Are you ready? Dussel. Good God! They've gone inside! I can't get them out! (They laugh as Dusset jumps about, trying to shake the plugs out of ‘is ears. Finally be gets them out, Putting them away) Thank you, Anne! Thank you! Worps To OWN gingerly (jin'jarI@) adv: carefully: cautiously. ‘THE Diary oF ANNE FRANK, AcT ONE 381Mr. Van Daan, A real Hanukkah! Mrs. Van Daan, Wasn't it cute of her? Mrs. Frank, [don’t know when she did it Margot. I love my present. Anne (sitting at the table). And now let’s have the song, Father. . . please . . . (lo pusstt) Have you heard the Hanukkah song, Mr. Dus- Together sel? The song is the whole thing! (She sings) “Oh, Hanukkah! Oh, Hanukkah! The sweet cel- ebration Mr. Frank (quieting her). I'm afraid, Anne, we shouldn't sing that song tonight. (To Dusse1) It's a song of jubilation, of rejoicing. One is apt to become too enthusiastic, sing the song. 1 promise not to shout! Mr. Frank. Very well. But quietly, now... ll keep an eye on you and when. . [As ANNE starts to sing, she is interrupted by DUSSEL, who is snorting and wheezing.| Dussel (pointing to peter). You. . . You! (PETER is coming from bis bedroom, ostenta- tiously holding a bulge in bis coat as if be were holding bis cat, and dangling aNne’s present before it.) How many times. . . [told you... Out! Out! Mr. Van Daan (going to peter). What's the matter with you? Haven't you any sense? Get that cat out of here Peter (innocently). Cat? Mr. Van Daan. You heard me. here! Peter. I have no cat et it out of (Delighted with bis joke, be opens his coat and pulls out a bath towel. The group at the table laugh, enjoying the joke.) Dussel (still wheezing). It doesn’t need to be the cat. . . his clothes are enough . . . when he comes out of that room 382 1ST Beveve Mr. Van Daan, Don’t worry. You won't be bothered anymore. We're getting rid of it Dussel. At last you listen to me. (He goes off into bis bedroom.) Mr. Van Daan (calling after bim), 'm not doing it for you. That’s all in your mind. . . all of it! (He starts back to bis place at the table.) I'm doing it because I'm sick of seeing that cat cat all our food. Peter. That's not true! I only give him bones scraps Mr. Van Daan, Don’t tell me! He gets fatter every day! Damn cat looks better than any of us, Out he goes tonight! Peter. No! No! Anne. Mr. Van Daan, you can’t do that! That's Peter's cat, Peter loves that ca Mrs. Frank (quietly). Anne. Peter (fo Ma. VAN DAAN). If he goes, I go. Mr. Van Daan, Go! Go! Mrs. Van Daan. You're not going and the cat's not going! Now please . . . this is Hanukkah Hanukkah . . . this is the time to cele- rate... What's the matter with all of you? ‘Come on, Anne. Let’s have the song. Anne (singing). Oh, Hanukkah! Oh, Hanukkah! ‘The sweet celebration. Mr. Frank (rising). I think we should first blow out the candle. . . then we'll have some. thing for tomorrow night. Margot. But, Father, you're supposed to let it burn itself out. Mr, Frank. I'm sure that God understands shortages. (Before blowing it out) “Praised be ‘Thou, oh Lord our God, who hast sustained us and permitted us to celebrate this joyous festi- Worps To OWN ostentatiously (as'can-ti’shas-18) adv. ina showy or exaggerated way.[He is about to blow out the candle when sud- denly there is a crash of something falling below. They all freeze in horror, motionless. Fora few seconds there is complete silence. MR. RANK slips off bis shoes. The others noiselessly follow bis example. MR. FRANK tturns out a light near bim. He motions to vEteR to turn off the center lamp. PETER tries to reach it, realizes be cannot, and gets up on a chair Just as be is touching the lamp, be loses bis balance. The chair goes out from under bim. He falls. The iron lampshade crashes to the floor. There is a sound of feet below running down the stairs.) Mr. Van Daan (under his breath). God Almighty! (The only light left comes from the Hanukkah candle, ovsst. comes from bis room. MR. FRANK creeps over to the stairwell and stands listening. The dog is beard bark- ing excitedly) Do you hear anything? Mr. Frank (i @ whisper). No. I think they've gone, Mrs. Van Daan. It’s the Green Police. They've found us. Mr. Frank. If they had, they wouldn't have left. They'd be up here by now. Mrs. Van Daan. I know it’s the Green Police. They've gone to get help. That's all. They'll be back! Mr. Van Daan. Or it may have been the Gestapo," looking for papers Mr. Frank (interrupting). Or a thief, looking for money. Mrs. Van Daan, We've got to do something Quick! Quick! Before they come back. Mr. Van Daan. There isn’t anything to do. Just watt. [on, mank Dolds up bis band for them to be quiet, He is listening intently. There is com- plete silence as they all strain to bear any sound from below. Suddenly sNNé begins to sway. With a low cry she falls to the floor in a 13, Gestapo (9: sti'p6): Nazi secret police. _faaint, MRS. FRANK goes fo her quickly, sitting be- side ber on the floor and taking ber in ber arms. Mrs. Frank, Get some water, please! Get some water! IMARGor starts for the sink.) Mr. Van Daan (grabbing Maxcor). No! No! No one’s going to run water! Mr. Frank. If they've found us, they've found us. Get the water, (MARGOT starts again for the sink, Mi. FRANK, getting a flashlighd 'm going down. [Marcor rushes to bim, clinging to bim. AXNE struggles to consciousness. | Margot. No, Father, no! There may be some- one there, waiting, . . . It may be a trap! Mr. Frank. This is Saturday. There is no w for us to know what has happened until Miep or Mr, Kraler comes on Monday morning. We cannot live with this uncertainty, Margot. Don't go, Father! Mrs. Frank. Hush, darling, hush, (OR. FRANK slips quietly out, down the steps, and out through the door below:) Margot! Stay close to me, [Marcor goes fo ber mother] ‘Mr, Van Daan, Shush! Shush! [Mns. FRANK whispers to MARGOT fo get the water Maxcor goes for it] Mrs. Van Daan. Putti, where’s our money? our money, I hear you can buy the Green Police off, so much a head. Go upstairs quick! Get the money! Mr. Van Daan. Keep still! Mrs. Van Daan (kneeling before bim, plead- ing). Do you want to be dragged off to a con- centration camp? Are you going to stand there and wait for them to come up and get you? Do something, I tell you! ‘THe Diary oF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 383Mr. Van Daan (pushing ber aside). Will you keep still! [He goes over to the stairwell to listen, veer goes to bis mother, belping ber up onto the sofa. There is a second of silence; then aXNt can stand tt no longer) Anne. Someone go after Father! Make Father ‘come back! Peter (starting for the door). Vl go, Mr. Van Daan, Haven't you done enough? [He pushes peter roughly away. In bis anger against bis father vever grabs a chair as if to bit bim with it, then puts it down, burying bis face in bis bands. MRS, FRANK begins to pray soft] Anne. Please, please, Mr. Van Daan. Get Father. Mr. Van Daan. Quiet! Quiet! [ANne és shocked into silence. sms, FRANK pulls her closer, holding ber protectively in ber arms. Mrs. Frank (softly, praying). “I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains, from cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord who made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved . . . He that keep eth thee will not slumber whence [She stops as she hears someone coming. They all watch the door tensely. MR. FRANK comes quietly in, ANNE rushes to him, holding him tight.) Mr. Frank, It was a thief. ‘That noise must have seared him away. Mrs. Van Daan. Thank God. Mr. Frank. He took the cash box. And the radio. He ran away in such a hurry that he didn’t stop to shut the street door It was swinging wide open. (A breath of relief sweeps over them.) 1 think it would be good to have some light Margot. Are you sure it’s all right? 384 ISTiL Bevieve Mr. Frank, ‘The danger has passed. (MARGOT goes to light the small lamp.) Don’t be so ter fied, Anne. We're safe. Dussel. Who stys the danger has passed? Don’t you realize we are in greater danger than ever? Mr. Frank. Mr. Dussel, will you be still! (mr FRANK fakes ANNE back to the table, making her sit down with bim, trying to calm ber) Dussel (pointing to vereR). Thanks to this clumsy fool, there's someone now who know we're up here! Someone now knows we're up here, hiding! Mrs. Van Daan (going fo pusset). Someone knows we're here, yes. But who is the some- one? A thief! A thief! You think a thief is going to go to the Green Police and say... “Twas robbing a place the other night and I heard a noise up over my head?” You think a thief is going to do that? Dussel. Yes. I think he wi Mrs. Van Daan (hysterically). You're crazy! (She stumbles back to ber seat at the table. pereR follows protectively, pushing aside) Dussel. | think someday he'll be caught and then he'll make a bargain with the Green Po- lice . . . if they'll let him off, he'll tell them where some Jews are hiding! DUSSEL [He goes off into the bedroom. There is a sec- ond of appalled silence.| Mr. Van Daan. He's right Anne. Father, let’s get out of here! We can't stay here now. . . Let’s go Mr. Van Daan. Go! Where? Mrs. Frank (sinking into ber chair at the table). Yes. Where? Mr. Frank (rising, to them all). Have we lost all faith? All courage? A moment ago we WorDs To OWN appalled (2-péla' . used as adj: horrified; shockedthought that they'd come for us, We were sure it was the end. But it wasn't the end, We're alive, safe. (MR. VAN DAN goes fo the fable and ifs. MR, FRANK prays) “We thank Thee, oh Lord our God, that in Thy infinite mercy Thow hast again seen fit to spare us” (He blows out the candle, then turns to AXst.) Come on, Anne. The song! Let’s have the song! (He starts to sing. ANNE finally starts falteringly to sing, as MR. FRANK urges ber on. Her voice ts hardly audible at first) Anne (singing) Oh, Hanukkah! Oh, Hanukkah! The sweet. . . celebration [As she goes on singing, the others gradually still shaking with fear she sings.| join in, their voices MRS, VAN DAAN sobs Group. Around the feast... we Incomplete . . . jubilation Happiest of se: sons Now is here, Many are the reasons for good cheer, gather [pusse. comes from the bedroom. He comes over to the table, standing beside MARcor, lis- tening to them as they sing. Together We'll wi Whatever tomorrow may bring, her LAs they sing on with growing courage, the lights start to dim.) So hear us rejoicing And merrily voicing ‘The Hanukkah song that we sing, Hoy! [The lights are out. The curtain starts slowly to fall) Hear us rejoicing, And merrily voicing ‘The Hanukkah song that we sing, (They are still singing as the curtain falls.) Curtain ‘THe DIARY OF ANNE FRANK, ACT ONE 385Maxine MEANINGS (Act ONE, SCENES 4-5) Reading Check a. How do the events fol- lowing Anne's nightmare in Scene 4 reveal tensions between Anne and two Shaping Interpretations other members of the household? b. Describe how the Hanukkah celebration in Scene 5 is interrupted. + What does Peter do to make matters worse? I. Now that you've read Scenes 4 and 5, how A, have your fetngs about Anne and the other characters changed? (Check the notes you made while reading.) * First Thoughts 2, Go back to the list of characters you made after you read Scenes 1-3. Which adjec- tives, if any, would you change now? Why? Anne is a dynamic character; that is, she cchanges in the course of the play. What does Anne's gift giving reveal about her? ; How do her gifts to her mother and Peter + According to Dussel, i show that she has changed? how will this incident H Describe the reversal—the sudden change lead to their discovery : in the characters’ fortunes—that is central by the policet to Scene 5. How did it make you feel? 5. Imagine that you are watching this play ina theater. What questions do you have as the curtain comes down on Act One? What do you predict will happen in Act Two? Connecting with the Text 6. Reread Anne's conversation with her father on page 376. What does she say that reminds you the most—or the least—of yourself? Explain. Challenging the Text 7. The play's version of events differs in many ways from what actually hap- pened. (Check the time line for some of the actual facts.) For example: + In real life, Anne was given the diary as a present for her thirteenth birthday, several weeks before her family went into hiding + The Frank family moved into the Secret Annex a week before the Van Pels family did. (Anne made up names. She called the Van Pels family the Van Dans.) + Margot was sixteen, not eighteen, when the Franks went into hiding + The occupants of the Secret Annex often ventured to the lower floors of the office building after working hours. Why might the writers have chosen to change each of these details? Do you think the changes make the play more effective? Explain, 386 ISTIL BELIEVEIn the darkness we bear AXxe’s voice, again reading from the diary. Anne's Voice. Saturday, the first of January, nineteen forty- four. Another new year has begun and we find ourselves still in our hiding place. We have been here now for one year, five months, and twenty-five days. It scems that our standstill [The curtain rises on the scene. It is late afternoon. one is bundled up against the cold, In the main room Ms. FRANK is taking down the laundry, which is bung across the back, MR. FRANK sits in the chair down left, reading. Maraor is [ying on the couch with a blanket over ber and the many-colored knitted scarf around ber throat, sNNE is seated at the center table, writing in ber diary. PETER, MR. and MS, VAN DAAN, and pusstL are all in their own rooms, reading or lying down. As the lights dim on, ANNt’S voice continues, without a break.) Anne’s Voice. We are all a little thinner. The Van Daans “discussions” are as violent as ever. Mother still does not w derstand me, But then I don’t understand her either. There is one great change, however. A change in myself. I read 6.44 somewhere that girls of my age don't feel quite certain of themselves. That they become quiet within and begin to think of the miracle that is taking place in their bodies. think that what is happening to me is so wonderful not only what can be seen, but what is taking. ace inside. Each time it has happened, I have a feeling that I have a sweet secret. (We hear the chimes and then a hymn being played on the carillon outside.) And in spite of any pain, long, for the time when I shall feel that secret within me a[The buzzer of the door below suddenly sounds. Everyone is startled. MR. FRANK tiptoes cautiously 10 the top of the steps and listens. Again the buzzer sounds, in sutv’s Vforvictory signal)! Mr. Frank, It’s Miep! [He goes quickly down the steps to unbolt the oor. MRS, FRANK calls upstairs 10 Ie VAN DAANS and then to PErER.] Mrs. Frank, Wake up, everyone! Miep is here! ANNE quickly puts ber diary away, MARGor sits up, pulling the blanket around her shoul- ders, pUusset sils on the edge of his bed, lister- ing, disgruntled. ike comes up the steps, followed by MR. KRALER. They bring flowers, books, newspapers, ete. ANNE rushes (0 MIL, throwing ber arms affectionately around her) Miep . . . and Mr. Kraler. . . What a de- lightful surprise! Mr. Kraler. We came to bring you New Year's grectings. Mrs. Frank. You shouldn't ce at least one day to yourselves. (She goes quickly to the stove and brings down teacups and tea for all of them.) Anne. Don’t say that, it's them! (Sniffing at see's coat) 1 can smell the wind and the cold on your clothes. Miep (giving her the flowers). There you are. (Then, to Marcor, feeling ber forebead) How are you, Margot? . . . Feeling any better? Margot. I'm all right Anne. We filled her full of every kind of pill so she won't cough and make a noise you should so wonderful to see [Sbe runs into her room to put the flowers in water, MR. and MRS. VAN DAAN come from up- stairs, Outside there is the sound of a band playing.| Mrs. Van Daan, Well, hello, Miep. Mr. Kraler. 1. V-for-vietory signal: three short rings and one Fong, ring, Morse code for the letter ¥the Aled symbol for victory 388 1 STILL Betieve Mr. Kraler (giving a bouquet of flowers to MRS. VAN DAN), With my hope for peace in the New Year. Peter (anxiously). Miep, have you seen Mou- schi? Have you seen him anywhere around? Miep. I'm sorry, Peter. | asked everyone in the neighborhood had they seen a gray cat, But they said no. Inns. FRANK gives MIEP @ cup of tea. MR. FRANK comes up the steps, carrying a small cake on a plate.) Mr. Frank. Look what Miep’s brought for us! Mrs. Frank (taking it), A cake! Mr. Van Daan. A cake! (He pinches Mire’s cheeks gaily and hurries up (o the cupboard.) ll get some plates [pusse, i bis room, hastily puts a coat on and starts out to join the others.| Mrs. Frank. Thank you, Miepia. You shouldn't have done it. You mu sugar ration for weeks. (Giving it fo MRS, VAN DAAN) It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Mrs. Van Daan. I's been ages since Leven saw a cake, Not since you brought us one last year, Without looking at the cake, to wire) Remem- ber? Don't you remember, you gave us one on New Year's never forget it because y ice in nin teen forty-three” on it. (She looks at the cake and reads) “Peace in nineteen forty-four!” Miep. Well, it ha know. (As DUSSEL comes from bis room) Hello, Mr. Dussel. Mr. Kraler. How are you? Mr. Van Daan (bringing plates and a knife). Here's the knife, liefje. Now, how many of us are there? have used all of your to come sometime, you Worps To OWN disgruntled (dis-grunt’Id) v. used as ad: displeased annoyed.Taking a Stand While many Europeans, fearing for their own safety, did not Nazis took away t Miep and Kraler ¢ ir Jewish neighbors and friends, @ coura ne to the aid of Jews. Some homes for months or years and shared their meager rations with them, When Nazi police began arresting je population organized a daring rescue. As German ships wai bor of Copenhagen tration camps, more thar boats. The boats then carried t The state of Israel has honored many of those who ring the Holocaust. A silver medal presented to help Jews hide or escap seven thousand Jews were snea Denmark in 1943, the Dat din the har > take the country’s eight thousand Jews to conc conto fishing 1m to safety in Sweden. isked their own lives in their honor is inscribed with this saying from the Talmud (book of Jewish law): “One wh Miep. None for me, thank you. Mr. Frank. Oh, please, You must. Miep. I couldn't Mr. Van Daan two. . . three Dussel. Fight! Fight! It’s the same number as it ways ist Mr. Van Daan, I left Margot out. I take it for granted Margot won't eat any Anne. Why wouldn't she! Mrs. Frank, I think it won't harm her, in. All right! All right! I just didn’t want her to start coughing again, that's al. Dussel. And please, Mrs, Frank should cut the Good! That leaves one seven of us. aves a single life saves the entire universe: Mr. Van Daan, What's the difference? Mrs. Van Daan. It’s not Mrs. Frank's cake, is it, Miep? It's for allof us. Dussel. Mrs. Frank divides things better. Mrs. Van Daan (going to busst1).What are you trying Together Together Daan. Oh, come on! asting time! Mrs. Van Daan (to pusséi). Don’t | always give everybody exactly the same? Don't I? Mr. Van Daan, Forget it, Kerli Mrs. Van Daan. No. I want an wnswer! Don’t I? THE Diary OF ANNE FRANK, AcT TWo 389Dussel. Yes. Yes. Everybody gets exactly the same . . . except Mr. Van Daan always gets a little bit more. IMR. VAN DAAN advances on DUSsEL, the knife still in bis band.) ‘Mr. Van Daan, That's a lie! [puss retreats before the onslaught of the VAN DAANS.] Mr. Frank, Please, please! (Then, to mux) You see what a little sugar cake does to us? It goes right to our heads! Mr. Van Daan (banding wns. FRank the knife). Here you are, Mrs. Frank, Mrs. Frank. Thank you. (Then, fo mite, as she goes to the table to cut the cake) Are you sure you won't have some? Miep (drinking her tea). No, really, | have to go ina minute. [The sound of the band fades out in the dis- tance.) Peter (to MirP). Maybe Mouschi went back to they say that cats. . . Do you er there... ?Imean . . . do you suppose you could... ? Miep. I'll try, Peter. The first minute I get, Tl try. But I'm afraid, with him gone a week Dussel. Make up your mind, already someone has had a nice big dinner from that cat! (pereR és furious, inarticulate. He starts to- ward DUSSEL as if to bit im. MR. FRANK stops Bim, wns, FRANK speaks quickly to ease the situation) Mrs. Frank (fo MiE?). This is delicious, Miep! Mrs. Van Daan (eating bers). Delicious! Mr. Van Daan (finishing it in one gulp). Dirk's in luck to get a girl who can bake like this! Miep (putting down her empty teacup). 1 have to run. Ditk’s taking me to a party tonight. 390 Sri Bevieve Anne. How heavenly! Remember now what everyone is wearing and what you have to eat and everything, so you can tell us tomorrow. Miep. I'll give you a full report! Goodbye, everyone! Mr. Van Daan (to wir), Just a minute. There something I'd like you to do for me, (He bur- ries off up the stairs to bis room.) Mrs. Van Daan (sharply). Putti, where are you going? (She rushes up the stairs after bim, calling hysterically.) What do you want? Putti, what are you going to do? Miep (Jo pete). What's wrong? Peter (bis sympathy is with bis mother). ther says he’s going to sell her fur coat. She's crazy about that old fur coat. Dussel. Is it possible? Is it possible that anyone is so silly as to worry about a fur coat in times like this? Peter. It’s none of your darn business, . . and if you say one more thing. . . Til, Pll take you and Pil. ..Tmeanit, . .1ll [There is a piercing scream from MRS. VAN Daan, above, She grabs at the fur coat as MR. VAN DAAN és starting downstairs with it. Mrs. Van Daan. No! No! No! Don’t you dare take that! You hear? It's mine! (Downstairs Pere turns away, embarrassed, miserable.) My father gave me that! You didn't give it to no right. Let go of it. . . you IMR. VAN DAN pulls the coat from her bands and burries downstairs, MRS. VAN DAAN sinks (0 the floor, sobbing. AS MR. VAN DAAN comes into the main room, the others look away, embar- rassed for bim.) Mr. Van Daan (fo MR. KRALER). Just a little— WorDs To OWN inarticulate (in'ar-tik’yO0-lt) a= unable to speak, Inarticulate also means “unable to speak understand- ably or effectively.”