"As for the Rebel Without a Cause Playbill, there is a funny story that goes with it.  As some folks might remember, we did two shows at the Hickam Theater, a Friday and Saturday night.  I played Officer 1, who shoots Plato (played by a thin small, Tom Rickey).  At the time, we had tried to get a gun for me to use in the shooting, which would make a loud enough "Bang", and despite the proliferation of military hardware on the Island, we were denied a military weapon with blanks, at all turns.  However, someone had connections to a Wild West show that operated some miles beyond Pearl City.  And on the night of the Friday show, I was given a "Ned Buntline Special", a model of the Colt 45 with a 12" inch barrel, and two blank rounds.  I was told that since I had only two rounds, I was to use them for the actual performances, and with that, I was left to practice how to haul a twelve inch "hog-leg" out of my play gun holster.  It didn't fit, and I finally resolved to just stick it in my pants, and pull it out when needed.  No-one told me anything at all about the power of a fully loaded blank round, nor the sound it would make in an enclosed theater.  I was only in the final scene, which called for me to spot Plato skulking across the Planetarium, holler "Police, Don't move" and shoot him as he starts to run.  My only other line was to turn to Officer 2 and say "Get an ambulance", as Plato lies wounded on the ground.  The actual event was much different; remember that no-one had heard the gun, and Tommy and I had not rehearsed the scene...  As Tommy moved to run away from me, I hauled out a gun so big it damn near reached his chin from where I stood.  Then I pulled the trigger... a ball of blue flame went by Tommy's cheek, and punched a hole in the butcher paper scenery, causing the back stage people to think I had cranked off a live round.  The noise was so loud that almost no-one, except Ms. Blake, heard me scream my next line, "Holy Shit!".  Tommy went down like a stone, completely deaf, and missed several of his next lines while quivering in Bill Curley's grasp....