Our Town

A Play in Three Acts

Thornton Wilder

• Publisher: Harper Perennial
• Year: 2014
• Print ISBN: 9780060512637
• eBook ISBN: 9780062232632
• Subtopic: American Drama

“[Our Town] leaves us with a sense of blessing, and the unspoken but palpable command to achieve gratitude in what remains of our days on earth.”— New Yorker

Thornton Wilder’s Pulitzer Prize-winning drama of life in the mythical village of Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire—an allegorical representation of all life—is an American classic. It is the simple story of a love affair that asks timeless questions about the meaning of love, life, and death.

Our Town explores the relationship between two young neighbors, George Gibbs and Emily Webb, whose childhood friendship blossoms into romance, and then culminates in marriage. When Emily loses her life in childbirth, the circle of life portrayed in each of the three acts—childhood, adulthood, and death—is fully realized.

Often considered one of the greatest American plays of all time, Our Town is also Wilder's most frequently staged play. It debuted on Broadway in 1938 and continues to be performed daily on stages all around the world.

Act I

No curtain.

No scenery.

The audience, arriving, sees an empty stage in half-light. Presently the STAGE MANAGER, hat on and pipe in mouth,

enters and begins placing a table and three chairs downstage left, and a table and three chairs downstage right.

He also places a low bench at the corner of what will be the Webb house, left.

“Left” and “right” are from the point of view of the actor facing the audience. “Up” is toward the back wall.

As the house lights go down he has finished setting the stage and leaning against the right proscenium pillar watches the late arrivals in the audience.

When the auditorium is in complete darkness he speaks:

STAGE MANAGER:

This play is called “Our Town.” It was written by Thornton Wilder; produced and directed by A…. (or: produced by A…. ; directed by B…. ). In it you will see Miss C…. ; Miss D…. ; Miss E…. ; and Mr. F…. ; Mr. G…. ; Mr. H…. ; and many others. The name of the town is Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire—just across the Massachusetts line: latitude 42 degrees 40 minutes; longitude 70 degrees 37 minutes. The First Act shows a day in our town. The day is May 7, 1901. The time is just before dawn.

A rooster crows.

The sky is beginning to show some streaks of light over in the East there, behind our mount’in.

The morning star always gets wonderful bright the minute before it has to go,—doesn’t it?

He stares at it for a moment, then goes upstage.

Well, I’d better show you how our town lies. Up here—

That is: parallel with the back wall.

is Main Street. Way back there is the railway station; tracks go that way. Polish Town’s across the tracks, and some Canuck families.

Toward the left.

Over there is the Congregational Church; across the street’s the Presbyterian.

Methodist and Unitarian are over there.

Baptist is down in the holla’ by the river.

Catholic Church is over beyond the tracks.

Here’s the Town Hall and Post Office combined; jail’s in the basement.

Bryan once made a speech from these very steps here.

Along here’s a row of stores. Hitching posts and horse blocks in front of them. First automobile’s going to come along in about five years—belonged to Banker Cartwright, our richest citizen … lives in the big white house up on the hill.

Here’s the grocery store and here’s Mr. Morgan’s drugstore. Most everybody in town manages to look into those two stores once a day.

Public School’s over yonder. High School’s still farther over. Quarter of nine mornings, noontimes, and three o’clock afternoons, the hull town can hear the yelling and screaming from those schoolyards.

He approaches the table and chairs downstage right.

This is our doctor’s house,—Doc Gibbs’. This is the back door.

Two arched trellises, covered with vines and flowers, are pushed out, one by each proscenium pillar.

There’s some scenery for those who think they have to have scenery.

This is Mrs. Gibbs’ garden. Corn … peas … beans … hollyhocks … heliotrope … and a lot of burdock.

Crosses the stage.

In those days our newspaper come out twice a week—the Grover’s Corners Sentinel—and this is Editor Webb’s house.

And this is Mrs. Webb’s garden.

Just like Mrs. Gibbs’, only it’s got a lot of sunflowers, too.

He looks upward, center stage.

Right here …’s a big butternut tree.

He returns to his place by the right proscenium pillar and looks at the audience for a minute.

Nice town, y’know what I mean?

Nobody very remarkable ever come out of it, s’far as we know.

The earliest tombstones in the cemetery up there on the mountain say 1670–1680—they’re Grovers and Cartwrights and Gibbses and Herseys—same names as are around here now.

Well, as I said: it’s about dawn.

The only lights on in town are in a cottage over by the tracks where a Polish mother’s just had twins. And in the Joe Crowell house, where Joe Junior’s getting up so as to deliver the paper. And in the depot, where Shorty Hawkins is gettin’ ready to ...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Dedication
• Contents
• Foreword by Donald Margulies
• Addendum to the Foreword of the 75th Anniversary Edition
• Our Town: A play in three acts
• Afterword by Tappan Wilder
• Overview
• Pre–Our Town
• Our Town on the Boards
• Special Features and Legacy
• L’Envoi
• Acknowledgments
• Source Material and Subsidiary Works
• About the Author
• Books by Thornton Wilder
• Back Ad
• Copyright
• About the Publisher