The Second Lady


by Jack Sharkey


October 15 - Nov. 6, 2004

Thanks to an idiotic childhood promise, Presidential candidate Andrew Wright is engaged to Bertha Desiree Sprock - a lady as lovely as her name. His unscrupulous campaign manager convinces Bertha she is the target of assassins and he cajoles Veronica Parkhurst, an absolute doll, to stand in for Bertha at the convention. Veronica so captivates the delegates that they want her as Andrew’s running mate - and Andrew and Veronica fall in love. Will Bertha spill the beans and destroy Andrew’s career if he doesn’t marry her? What is the codeword that causes the Secret Service to blast anyone who leaves the suite? Why would the Queen of England audition for the Dallas cheerleaders? Where do you find a hotel chef who can provide hemlock? This is on of the most hyperactive political satires ever to romp across a stage.



by Vera Caspary and George Sklar


February 25 - March 19, 2005

When Mark McPherson first falls in love with Laura he knows he’s in love with a phantom - for Laura is dead, and he’s in charge of her murder investigation. From her portrait, her letters, her personal effects and from his contacts with the three men who loved her, Mark has created an image of a woman tantalizingly alive and real. But, then, the investigation unravels until the truth is finally revealed.

Absence of a Cello


by Ira Wallach


May 13 - June 4, 2005

A Broadway hit, this refreshingly literate comedy is concerned with the hilarious lengths gone to by a brilliant, but broke, scientist to land a much-needed job with a large corporation. The Story: It is about a physicist who needs money so badly he turns to a $60,000 a year job offered by a large corporation. He wants the job, but does the company want him? Mr. Personnel is sent to find out. What seems to be starting out as a shopworn target - individuality versus conformity - turns out to be an ingeniously conceived discussion of honesty and truth. After being coached by a grey-flannel collegiate on how to be what every company wants, the scientist is prepared to confront the ‘enemy’ (after trading in his rolled-up trousers and flapping shirt for a neat brown suit)... He hides the cello he plays with pick-up quartets; he hides the medieval history books his wife writes; he hides all but the acceptable three liquor bottles. He hides, in fact, everything that he and his wife are. And hauls out the television set. What follows is a literately comical playground with industrial conformity that for sheer humor is wonderfully adult.