Gen. Lecoq:
Now men, because you are all getting a three-day furlough before going into battle, we would like to show you this little hygiene play.
[the actors step forward and the play begins]
Woman hygiene class:
Goodbye. I hope you had a good time.
Soldier:
I did. I had a good time. Oh, what's this sore on my lip? I better see the doctor.
[He steps to his right and another actor stands up]
Soldier:
Doc, I have this sore on my lip.
Doctor:
You have a social disease my friend.
Soldier:
Oh my God!
Doctor:
If you do not treat it, you will go blind... Or insane!
[Applause]
Gen. Lecoq:
Well men, that is the end of the play. Have a good time on your furlough and take care of yourselves.
Soldier:
Well, what did you think of the play?
Boris:
Oh, it was weak. I was never interested. Although the part of the doctor was played with gusto and verve and the girl had a delightful cameo role. A puckish satire of contemporary mores. A droll spoof aimed more at the heart than the head.
Soldier:
As for me I'm planning to spend the next three days in a brothel. Care to come with me?
Boris:
No, I went to a brothel once in my life. I got hiccups you know, it was over like that.
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