Back in the summer of 1968 or somewhere around there, I was a high school student and was cast in an MU graduate student’s production in the old Allen Hall of BLACK COMEDY. It’s a long one-act and we had a blast performing in it. I thought I was pretty cool acting with university students since I was just high schooler.
That summer holds some very vivid memories. I can remember the production, and one of the actors—a professor at MU—who was hysterical in his role. I can remember a woman in the front row of opening night laughing raucously and how fun it was to elicit that response. I can remember the perfume of the MU student who played opposite me.