“Richly and often pertinently funny [with] a sure instinct for the carefully considered irrelevance . . . a great deal of incidental hilarity [and] inspired idiocy. ” — The New York Times Happy Birthday Wanda June was Kurt Vonnegut’s first play, which premiered in New York in 1970 and was then adapted into a film in 1971. It is a darkly humorous and searing examination of the excesses of capitalism, patriotism, toxic masculinity, and American culture in the post-Vietnam War era. Featuring behind-the-scenes photographs from the original stage production, this play captures Vonnegut’s brilliantly distinct perspective unlike we have ever seen it before.  “A great artist.”— The Cincinnati Enquirer  Kurt Vonnegut ’s humor, satiric voice, and incomparable imagination first captured America’s attention in  The Sirens of Titan  in 1959 and established him as “a true artist” ( The New York Times ) with  Cat’s Cradle  in 1963. He was, as Graham Greene declared, “one of the best living American writers.” Mr. Vonnegut passed away in April 2007. ACT ONE SCENE ONE Silence. Pitch blackness. Animal eyes begin to glow in the darkness. Sounds of the jungle climax in animals fighting. A singer is heard singing the first bars of “All God’s Chillun Got Shoes.” Harold, Looseleaf, Penelope, and Woodly stand in a row in the darkness, facing the audience. They are motionless. A city skyline in the early evening materializes outside the windows. The lights come up on the living room of a rich man’s apartment, which is densely furnished with trophies of hunts and wars. There is a front door, a door to the master bedroom suite, and a corridor leading to other bedrooms, the kitchen and so on. PENELOPE How do you do. My name is Penelope Ryan. This is a simple-minded play about men who enjoy killing—and those who don’t. HAROLD I am Harold Ryan, her husband. I have killed perhaps two hundred men in wars of various sorts—as a professional soldier. I have killed thousands of other animals as well—for sport. WOODLY I am Dr. Norbert Woodly—a physician, a healer. I find it disgusting and frightening that a killer should still be a respected member of society. Gentleness must replace violence everywhere, or we are doomed. PENELOPE [To Looseleaf] Would you like to say something about killing, Colonel? LOOSELEAF [Embarrassed] Jesus—I dunno. You know. What the heck. Who knows? PENELOPE Colonel Harper, retired now, dropped an atom bomb on Nagasaki during the Second World War, killing seventy-four thousand people in a flash. LOOSELEAF I dunno, boy. PENELOPE You don’t know? LOOSELEAF It was a bitch. PENELOPE Thank you. [To all] You can leave now. We’ll begin. WOODLY [To the audience, making a peace sign] Peace! [All but penelope exit] PENELOPE [To the audience] This is a tragedy. When it’s done, my face will be as white as the snows of Kilimanjaro. [Hyena laughs] My husband, who kills so much, has been missing for eight years. He disappeared in a light plane over the Amazon Rain Forest, where he hoped to find diamonds as big as cantaloupes. His pilot was Colonel Looseleaf Harper, who dropped the bomb on Nagasaki. [Hyena laughs] I should explain the doorbells in this apartment. They were built by Abercrombie and Fitch. They are actual recordings of animal cries. The back doorbell is a hyena, which you’ve just heard. The front doorbell is a lion’s roar. [To the wings] Would you let them hear it please? [Lion roars] Thank you. [Paul, her twelve-year-old son, enters from corridor, a sensitive, neatly dressed little rich boy] And this is my son, Paul. He was only four years old when his father disappeared. PAUL [Radiantly, sappily] He’s coming back, Mom! He’s the bravest, most wonderful man who ever lived. PENELOPE [To audience] I told you this was a simple-minded play. PAUL Maybe he’ll come back tonight! It’s his birthday. PENELOPE I know. PAUL Stay home tonight! PENELOPE [Ruefully, for they have been over this before] Oh, Paul— PAUL You’re married! You’ve already got a husband! PENELOPE He’s a ghost! PAUL He’s alive! PENELOPE Not even Mutual of Omaha thinks so anymore. PAUL If you have to go out with some guy—can’t he be more like Dad? [Sick] Herb Shuttle and Norbert Woodly—can’t you do better than those two freaks? PENELOPE [Resentfully] Thank you, kind sir. PAUL A vacuum cleaner salesman and a fairy doctor. PENELOPE A what kind of doctor? PAUL A fairy—a queer. Everybody in the building knows he’s a queer. PENELOPE [Knowing better] That’s an interesting piece of news. PAUL You’re the only woman he ever took out. PENELOPE Not true. PAUL Still lives with his mother. PENELOPE You know she has no feet! You want him to abandon his mother, who has no husband, who has no money of her own, who has no feet? PAUL How did she lose her feet? PENELOPE In a railroad accident many years ago. PAUL I was afraid to ask. PENELOPE Norbert was just beginning practice