This was given by our stage manager Jon for the
strike of Italian American Reconciliation.
Ehre: Oh that we had here but one ten thousand of those majors at home that do no work to-day!
Jon: What's she that wishes so? My T.D. Ehrenberg? No my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to strike we are now to give this set the toss; and when we dine the fewer techs the greater share of pizza! Bob's will, I ask thee wish not one tech more. By Job I am not covetous for beer nor care I who doth steal from my fridge it yearns me not if techs my blacks doth wear; such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet pizza I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith my coz wish not a major from home. Bob's peace I would not lose a single slice! As one man more methinks would share from me, for the hope I have, O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Ehrenberg through the crew that they which hath no stomach for this strike let them depart, their name shall be crossed off and an 'F' for a grade put on their card! We would not dine in that man's company that fears his fellowship to strike with us. This day is call'd the Feast of Logan they that outlives this day, and comes safe home will stand a' tiptoe when this day is named, and rouse him at the name of Logan. They that shall see this day, and live old age, will quarterly go forth and taunt his neighbors, and say "Tomorrow is Saint Logan" then he will raise his hand and show his scars and say "These wounds had I from staple gun". Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, but they'll remember with advantages what feats they did that day. Then shall our names, familiar in the mouth as household words, Tony the Tech, Megan and Ryan, David and Isaac, Lisa and Stacie, be in their flowing mugs freshly rememb'red. This story shall the good tech teach his kids and Dennis Logan shall ne'er go by, from this day to the end of the world, but we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for they today that sheds their blood with me shall be my comrade; be they actor or tech, this day shall gentle their condition; and majors now at home and now a-bed, shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here when we fail their lazy ass and wish that they had struck with us upon St. Logan's Day!
