I. Title of the Activity:           

Candon
North
Central
School Monthly Activity 

II. Proponent/Designation:

 

Candon
North
Central
School 

            Time Frame:

                        S.Y. 2007-2008

 III. Objective:

 

            To develop the skills of pupils.

IV. Activities:

           

Activities

Time Frame

Objectives

Persons Involve

Funds

 

V. Sources and Funds:

            Contributions and Donations 

VI. Contingency:

            P9,000.00

Literary Analysis

I. Introduction

            A. Title of the story

                        “Oh…Oh…Oh…!”

                        The story was entitled “Oh…Oh…Oh…!” because this was the expression used by several man in the train when the train came to stop at a tiny station. And maybe the author wants to suspense the readers because the title can expressed in many ways.

            B. Setting of the story

            1. Place

                        The story was happened at the station of Sukabumi. And Sukabumi had known for its cool climate.

            2. Time

                        The time of the story might happen around 10-11 o’clock in the morning because of what was stated in the story people were drenched with sweat.

            C. Characterization

            1. Main Characters

                        1. young man – a person having cough and he was from Patjet and he was going to
Jakarta.

                        2.Indonesian – a man who got angry to the ticket seller because he was standing in line for half an hour.

                        3. Ticket seller – a ticket seller in the Sabukami station who does not treated the passenger fairly.

                        4.Keibodans – the occupation auxiliary police

                        5. policeman – are the one who get the rice of the people in the train

                        6. young women – a thirty – two years old having a sack of rice

 

            2. Subordinate

                        1. Karim – the conductor of the train

                        2. Arab – the one who had seen the dead person

                        4. Chinese – the one sitting in the second class
Jakarta

 

D. Theme:

            The theme of the story is all about corruption, in the sense that the policeman gets all the sacks of rice of the passenger in the train. The conductor and the ticket seller of the train are not fair in treating their customers. The ticket seller chooses only the person who can pay the ticket in a larger amount. If the person doesn’t have a big amount, they will be standing in their place until the person having big amount are done.

E. Plot:            1. Main Incidents:

                        The people lined up in front of the ticket window were close to dying of the heat. On their backs, at their necks, their armpits, their shirts were drenched with sweat. Along the side row of humans, near their feet, the flies, too, stood in a row, as black as cough syrup, busily feeding in the gutters. Someone was constantly coughing and spitting.

                        > The young man coughed again, and out of his mouth came a thick milk, with red in the middle like the Japanese flag.

                        > At the head of the line stood an Indonesian clad in rags. He pushed his mangy hands through the line ticket window and repeated over and over: “one fourth-class
Jakarta.”

                        > A Chinese moved out of line. Mopping the sweat from his forehead with a fancy handkerchief, he steeped up beside the Indonesian. The Indonesian grew angry. His words were staccato: “If you please, Mister , don’t get out of your place in the line. This way everyone will try to do it. And that’ll  result in shoving, and trouble for the ticket seller.

                        > The train pulled out of  Sukabumi Station. The Chinese sat in the second class, smiling and laughing sweetly toward a Eurasian girl. In the third and fourth classes people were jammed together. They complained and even cried because of the crowdin.

                        > The keibodans all got off the train again. The confiscated bags of rice lay in heaps on the platform. One keibodan whispered to his comrade: “Is Mr. Murakawa here?”

                        > Behind the Arab came a young man in a tattered shirt and with a wooden left leg. He climbed up on the train steps with a limp. There wasn’t room for him inside. He had to hang on by the handrails.

                        > Near
Bogor the train was racing over the rails. Suddenly the cripple hanging to the door rails lost his grip and fell off. Someone pulled the cord and the train stopped. People ran back down the track, but he was dead. They left the body there. The conductor made some notes. The train went on.

            2. Climax:

                        > The train came to a stop at a tiny station. Several young men got Oh…Oh…Oh…on the train; all of them are to the waist. Only from their caps could they be recognized as keibodans, the occupation auxiliary police. They searched the passengers. They took away the rice and lowered it to the platform; the people who were found transporting it were beaten, even the women.

            3. Resolution:

                        > Beside the station exist a young woman stood sobbing her heart out. When someone asked her what the matter was, she answered: “My rice. That policeman has gone off with all my rice.”

                        > People looked left and right for a policeman carrying a bag of rice. There was not a policeman to be seen. The young woman kept on with her sobbing, till her tears were as dry as her purse.

 

III. Brief Summary of the Story

The people lined up in front of the ticket window were close to dying of the heat. On their backs, at their necks, their armpits, their shirts were drenched with sweat. Along the side row of humans, near their feet, the flies, too, stood in a row, as black as cough syrup, busily feeding in the gutters. Someone was constantly coughing and spitting.

 The young man coughed again, and out of his mouth came a thick milk, with red in the middle like the Japanese flag.

             At the head of the line stood an Indonesian clad in rags. He pushed his mangy hands through the line ticket window and repeated over and over: “one fourth-class
Jakarta.”

             A Chinese moved out of line. Mopping the sweat from his forehead with a fancy handkerchief, he steeped up beside the Indonesian. The Indonesian grew angry. His words were staccato: “If you please, Mister , don’t get out of your place in the line. This way everyone will try to do it. And that’ll  result in shoving, and trouble for the ticket seller.

             The train pulled out of  Sukabumi Station. The Chinese sat in the second class, smiling and laughing sweetly toward a Eurasian girl. In the third and fourth classes people were jammed together. They complained and even cried because of the crowdin.

             The keibodans all got off the train again. The confiscated bags of rice lay in heaps on the platform. One keibodan whispered to his comrade: “Is Mr. Murakawa here?”

             Behind the Arab came a young man in a tattered shirt and with a wooden left leg. He climbed up on the train steps with a limp. There wasn’t room for him inside. He had to hang on by the handrails.

             Near
Bogor the train was racing over the rails. Suddenly the cripple hanging  to the door rails lost his grip and fell off. Someone pulled the cord and the train stopped. People ran back down the track, but he was dead. They left the body there. The conductor made some notes. The train went on.

            The train came to a stop at a tiny station. Several young men got Oh…Oh…Oh…on the train; all of them are to the waist. Only from their caps could they be recognized as keibodans, the occupation auxiliary police. They searched the passengers. They took away the rice and lowered it to the platform; the people who were found transporting it were beaten, even the women.

             Beside the station exist a young woman stood sobbing her heart out. When someone asked her what the matter was, she answered: “My rice. That policeman has gone off with all my rice.”

 People looked left and right for a policeman carrying a bag of rice. There was not a policeman to be seen. The young woman kept on with her sobbing, till her tears were as dry as her purse.

IV. Comments and AnalysisA.   Comments on:1.      Beginning:

The beginning of the story was good because the author stated first the place or the setting of the story. And at the beginning, it was stated there the condition of Sukabumi but the time when it was happened was not able to indicate their and because of that I can’t identify the time when it was happened.

2.      Ending:

The ending of the story has no definite ending which gives the reader a chance to think of what would happen in the end of this story. The ending of the story challenge the readers.

3.      Use of words or language:

The use of words was easy to understand. The words are very simple.

B.   Styles of the Author in writing:

The style of the author in writing the story is good. The story was not that too difficult to understand, usage of simple words makes the story easy to comprehend but the story has no definite ending. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh…Oh…Oh…!Idrus 

A literary AnalysisLit 102Literature of the World 

 

MOJEEKA JOY RAGUALBEED – II 

 

2007 

 

             

 

 

 

  

 

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