The other day, I was thinking back to International Day my senior year of high school. Several members of our class were assigned to put on a display about France. A display about France cannot be complete without a mime, of course. The problem was that we couldn't come up with one of those black and white striped shirts. So, the guy who was to be our mime wore a black shirt and we tried gluing white stripes onto it. We had a horrible time in that, everytime he would move, the glue would crack and a stripe or two would fall off. And, of course, the whole gimmick of a mime is that they have to be able to move around some. We had a terrible time keeping the stripes glued on and finally just ended up leaving most of them off. Which all goes to prove one thing ...





A mime is a terrible thing to paste.