Jack
Just root for me ... to get over ... like you did before.... No—I’ll be all right here.... What a little boy learns, he never forgets.... Goodbye, Mary. [He puts on skull cap and shawl, kisses the mazuzah, and is gone.]
[Faintly, through the closed windows, the murmur of the voices of the Children of Israel in prayer can be heard in the darkening room. The stained glass windows of the synagogue next door are lighting up and throw a many-colored radiance into the room.]
Lee
There goes your blackface comedian.
Mary
[Passionately]. Do you think that boy will be a Cantor all his life?
Lee
That boy’s career on the stage is ended. He’ll never come back.