All language subtitles for Andy Hardys Private Secretary 1941

Yes, thank you.

I'll send him back.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Well, Bob, that was
the police lieutenant

from your precinct in New York.

Now, won't you tell me
why you ran away from home?

My old man makes me go to school.

Look at me.

I'm only in the eighth grade,
with a lot of midgets.

What's a six foot lug
like me doing

with spelling and geography?

I know of a man that was six
feet tall at your age

that split rails
to earn a meager education.

'His name was Lincoln.'

I always thought Lincoln
never had no education.

That's why, he was a right guy.

Getting to be President
the hard way.

No, he worked days
and studied nights.

That's all different now.

'Our public school
system is unique.'

We ask our children today
to accept something free

that money can't buy in any
other country in the world.

Lincoln, huh?
More than six feet, huh?

Uh..

I bet you, he wasn't
as skinny as me.

He was skinner.

Bob, you could split
a few rails too.

Suppose, I get you into
a New York vocational school

learn to be a cobbler

with a little geography
and spelling on the side.

I bet you, they didn't give
Lincoln no raspberries

on account of being skinny?

I promise you, they gave him
plenty of raspberries.

Officer.

Take this young man
to a restaurant and fill him

with a good hot lunch.

Mr. George Benedict
of the Carver National Bank

is in your chambers,
would like to see you.

Court will recess for lunch.

I'll talk to you later, Bob.

I've got a boy of my own.

He's going to graduate
from high school next week.

So they harassed Lincoln
for being skinny too, huh?

That's right.

Hello, George.

Well, what's the trouble?

This check

a bad check for $280.

Yeah, swear out a warrant
for the culprit's arrest

and the law will take care of him.

Yes, but this check
is signed by your son Andrew.

'Dad.'

Yes, dad.

I'm the culprit.

Andrew?

A bad check?

Well, dad, there must
have been a-a little confusion

in my bookkeeping, I hope.

Well, $280 worth
is a lot of confusion.

Oh, where on earth
do you ever get $280?

But-but, dad,
I haven't got $280.

If I did, the check
would be good, wouldn't it?

Well, what were you trying to do

with the $280
that you haven't got?

The $280 that I haven't got
belongs to somebody else.

Somebody, somewhere
is supposed to have $280.

Now, who's that somebody?

The high school graduating class.

O-oh.
Oh, I see.

You're the treasurer.

Oh-ho. No, no, no, dad.

I'm the class president.

My daughter Polly
is the class treasurer.

Dad, there're some things
I can't discuss here.

Well, we can go into that later.

George, how much
is this check short?

- Fourteen dollars.
- Charge it to my account.

I don't want my son
to go the penitentiary

until after he's graduated
from high school.

Let me see this so-called
bookkeeping of yours.

No, no, that..
It's not here.

It's over at the Editorial
Office in school.

I'll... see you later, George.

Come on.

We, we raise the money
by assessing ourselves.

The senior class executive
committee have ordered

for each student to pay
seven dollars a piece

to cover the special
expenses of graduation.

Seven dollars from each student?

- Uh-huh.
- Hmm.

But, Andrew, what was this
you didn't want to discuss

in front of Mr. Benedict?

Well, Polly Benedict
is the class treasurer.

And could I tell the head
of the Carver National Bank

that his own daughter
has no conception of finance?

But you have?

Hm, maybe, I got the class
finances mixed up

with the finances
for the graduation yearbook.

'I'm chairman of that committee.'

I see. I see.

Andy Hardy, if I
give up my lunch hour

the least you can do is, okay
the Greek Gods and Goddesses.

I don't care what clothes
the ancient Greeks wore.

I ain't appearing in public
without any pants on.

Jimmy, I'll have you know,
the ancient Greeks

didn't even know what pants were.

Maybe, the ancient
Greeks weren't knock-kneed.

Alright, I'll be there in five
minutes and fix everything.

Okay. Oh, how are you,
Judge Hardy?

- Very well, thank you, Beezy.
- Come on, come on.

Just how are
the ancient Greeks involved

in the high school graduation?

Well, most graduations just
have ordinary classed exercises

but I'm writing ours
in the form of a Greek tragedy.

Oh, you're also chairman of the
Class Day exercises committee?

Well, I'm-I'm only a member.

But the chairman
has no initiative.

Are you doing anything else?

Yeah, I'm kinda helping
the advertising committee

get a few adds for the program.

Good grief, Andrew,
isn't anyone else graduating

this year except you?

Look, dad, I didn't ask
for all these jobs.

I was, I was drafted.

Well, I can believe that.

You've got so much energy, they
know you'll get things done.

I want this just to be a...
a magnificent graduation.

Don't you realize that
graduating from high school

'is more important than
graduating from college?'

Like... it's the first sign
of-of approaching manhood.

Didn't you feel that way
when you were a boy, dad?

Yes, yes, it's the most
significant milestone in life.

Ah, and everybody
will be there to watch us.

They'll remember how important
they felt when they were 18.

Well, we want
to do ourselves proud.

It's you, you're wearing
yourself out.

You certainly can't
be doing much studying.

Studying? Dad, you know, I don't
have any trouble with exams.

Andrew. Oh, excuse me,
Judge Hardy.

The girls have decided to wear
white dresses for graduation.

Now, they are not
to cost more than $15.

Must have sleeves,
no gloves and no jewelry

and lipstick allowed
within reason.

That's swell, Polly.

Conservative,
but with individuality.

I knew you'd like it.
I'll see you later.

Bye, Judge Hardy, isn't it
just thrilling to graduate?

See here, Andrew.

Don't tell me you're also
chairman of the girls dresses.

No, sir, well, the committee
for what the boys are gonna wear

have gotta know
what the girls decide

so we'll make
a harmonious picture.

Well, let's get over to the bank.

Your books indicate that this
$280 check sure to be good.

That's easy to explain,
the bank made a mistake

like they always do.

Well, the bank
didn't make a mistake.

In the future, before you draw
any money out just make sure

that the checks
you deposited are good.

If a girl of my class
gives me her father's check

for her and her brother,
I've gotta believe it's good

unless you want me
to have a suspicious nature.

Girl and her brother, eh?
What did you say their name is?

Kathryn and Harry Land.

- Land?
- Yeah.

Land, eh?

I don't believe I've
ever heard you speak of them?

Oh, they don't go around
with our crowd very much.

You mean, they don't
belong to your social set?

- That's right.
- What are you, Andrew, a snob?

I know. I sound
pretty awful, don't I, dad?

Well, Kathryn and Harry
they're alright.

But they don't go around
with our class much.

They don't go to any
of our parties, for instance.

Perhaps, because
they've never been invited.

Ever invite them to one of the
little shindigs at our house?

No, I guess not.

You know, they're, they're poor.

But I didn't invite them
just because they're poor

I mean, but, well, they

they-they don't act like
they wanna be invited any place.

Oh, I begin to understand.

Who's their father,
this Steven Land?

What does he do?

When my car broke down,
I took it into Peter Dugan's

I found out, he was
sort of a night watchman

and a car washer
at Dugan's garage.

Hmm.

Where do they live?
Do you know?

Mm-hmm.

Drive us there.

Ah!

Dad, why don't you let me handle
this thing with the two kids?

Well, possibly, the expenses
of all this graduation

is something
the Land family can't afford.

We wouldn't like to have anything

like that on our conscience.

Oh, dad. Not-not today.
Not in this car.

Oh, because, it's not
in too good a shape.

The gas is down.

And all of my, my,
one of my tires is down.

I have been listening
to that heartrending story

about this car for years.

But it seems to me
that you always manage

to get where you wanna go.

You drive us to the Lands' home.

Ah, just a minute, Andrew.

Have these Land children
been given any prominence

in your graduation plans?

Dad, I don't see Kathryn
and Harry much at school.

She's taking a commercial course

you know, typing,
shorthand and bookkeeping...

That's fine, she's just the person

to help you with your bookkeeping.

For Harry Land, you see
that he get's a nice part

in your graduation activities.

I've got a swell job
for Harry, you leave it to me.

I'm gonna fix Harry up good.

Alright, Andrew,
I'll leave it to you

because I'm going to
check up on you.

Who's that singing?

That's Kathryn.
She's always singing.

That's a lovely voice.

Voice is alright,
but does she have to sing

grand opera instead of music?

Well, maybe, she prefers

grand opera instead of music.

- Oh! Oh, hello, Andrew.
- Hello.

Oh, Kathryn, this is my dad.

- Miss Land, my dad.
- How do you do?

How do you do?

- May we come in?
- Oh, please do, Judge Hardy.

It's Judge Hardy, Harry.
My brother Harry.

- How do you do, Judge Hardy?
- Hello.

You know Andrew Hardy of course.

- Yeah, I know Andrew Hardy.
- Hi.

I'm helping Kathryn with the
lunch dishes. No cracks, please.

Oh, I help my mom
with our dishes too.

Very frequently.

As a punishment.

Is your father about?

I think so.

I think he's outside, let me see.

He's in the backyard.
Shall I call him?

No, no. No, I'll
go outside to him.

- Sun will do me good.
- Dad, I'll go with you, huh?

Andrew, I thought
you had something

to say to them about
some work they had to do

for the graduation, didn't you?

Oh. Oh, yes, I-I forgot.

Well, Andrew,
this is a great honor.

- Ah, Kathryn, I wanted...
- What did you come here for?

Who, me? I just came
with my father.

Snooping on the Land family home?

Yes, Andrew, are you snooping?

Look, I'd appreciate it
if you consider me as president

of the graduating class
instead of a human being.

Ha ha.

Harry's a little envious
of you, Andrew.

But if there's anything
we can do for Commencement..

Well, graduating
is just as big a thing

to us as it is to you.
And even more so.

I guess you know what I mean.

Oh, Kathryn. I-I got
an awful lot of work to do.

I'm bad at bookkeeping
and you've studied up

to be a stenographer and
bookkeeping and everything...

Sure, Kath. Help him out and
he'll give you a swell title.

Chairman of the committee, that
does all of Andrew Hardy's work.

And he gets all the credit.

Oh, Harry's only
teasing you, Andrew.

Suppose, suppose,
I acted as your secretary.

Hm?

Oh, I'd be-be
grateful for the chance.

My secretary, my own
private secretary.

Oh, boy. That would be great.

Sure, would be great.

In the meantime, what am I
to do for old Carwell High?

Oh, Harry, I've got
one of the most important

jobs at the graduation for you.
In fact, it's spectacular.

I'll appoint you chairman
of the committee for decorating

the auditorium.

I might have known.

You can't get anybody else
to take it

because it's the meanest job
in the whole setup.

There'll be an appropriation
of about four dollars.

And the chairman
is responsible for decorating

that big ugly barn.

But I'm gonna fool you.
I'm gonna do it.

Harry.

If it weren't for you,
I'd be a lot more important

around Carwell High.
I'm not gonna kid myself.

This graduation will be
the last high spot I'll have

before I go to work.
I want my name on it somewhere.

I'm awfully sorry you feel
that way toward me, Harry.

I'm sorry, I feel that way too.

Sometimes, you folks
on the other side of town

give me a pain on the neck.

You know, Harry is very
conservative today, Andrew.

Consider it a tribute
to your charm.

Oh, thanks.

I've been afraid that
if you two ever got together

he'd beat you over the head
with a blunt instrument.

Well, I'm going to have another
cup of coffee, want one?

Yes, sure.
It'll be alright, huh?

Oh, sure it'd be alright.

I wouldn't poison you
in my own house.

My father might not like it.

Yes, Judge.

If you'd come to Paris
a couple of years ago

that fellow would've
been an open sesame

to an intelligent travel service.

Even to a place in
Constantinople where they had

real American waffles
and maple syrup.

'"American Tourist Agency.
Steven Land, proprietor.'

'All languages spoken."'

Then the Americans
stopped wanting waffles

in Constantinople?

Americans stopped.

I could see what was going
to happen so I... fled

with Kathryn and Harry.

I'd saved little money and this
place belongs to my foster uncle

and... but from what happened
to that check of mine..

A man with your qualifications
willing to wash cars in a...

My qualifications?

I speak nine languages,
including the Portuguese.

Portuguese?

You make Portuguese sound
as though it's very important.

You try getting along without it
in Portugal or Brazil.

I'll be alright, Judge.

The children graduate in a week.

I was determined to give them
that. Means a lot to children.

- They're a fine pair.
- The best.

They can't wait to go on their
own and make things easier.

I've... taken care
of that check of yours.

That is until such times, things
get a little easier for you.

Thank you for adding that.

You mind if I use your telephone?

Sorry, we haven't one.

Hi, dad. It's time
for school, we're leaving.

Andy and I'll drop you off.
Now, you come along with me.

Will you, Mr. Land? I'm
anxious to get to a telephone.

Because I've got an idea that
I think might interest you.

Well, Judge Hardy, when I watch
those three youngsters of ours

walk into that fine, big,
free high school together

I realize what was wrong with
The United States of America.

What?

Absolutely nothing.

Well..

Guess we better stop
and put up the top.

There isn't any top.

Wonder what Andrew
does in the rain?

- Something like this, I guess.
- Huh?

Seems we've blown out a tire.

Sure. Tires always blow
when it rains.

But that tire's been okay
for 50,000 miles

just waiting for me
in a rainstorm.

Well, I'm the garage man
around here.

I guess, I'll
have a go at fixing it.

Well, let's try it once more.

One, two, three, pull.

Now we pulled it
clear off the tire.

Believe it or not my son
takes those wheels off

plenty times a day.

Well, we can't get
wetter than we are.

Let's go in on the rim.

Steering gear's broken.

Well, we won't have to bother
about that tire anymore.

Well, I couldn't get any wetter.
I'll hike for help.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Dugan,
for the costume.

I'd like to use your phone,
if you don't mind.

Help yourself, Judge. I'll get
you a report on Andrew's car.

Well... I guess,
I look pretty silly.

Ha ha. You do, but we don't
want you to catch cold.

Ah, maybe I can do something more

than just appreciate
your kindness.

Hello, operator.
This is Judge Hardy talking.

I want to speak to Mr. Jale Harper

in the State Department
at Washington, DC.

'Uh, just charge it
to my phone. Thank you.'

What other qualifications
have you that might be saleable?

Well, I paint a little
and know something about music.

My daughter sings you know
and that's about all.

- Nothing very practical.
- Hmm.

Hello, Mr. Harper?

This is Judge Hardy.

How are you?

Now, in connection with
our activities in South America

could you use a man, who
has spent the last ten years

in Europe?
Speaks nine languages.

Including Portuguese.

I see.

Very well, you write me a letter
with all the information

about Mr. Land
and I'll do my best.

- Goodbye, sir.
- Yeah.

Alright, he says,
your Portuguese will be valuable

because of Brazil.

Well, I'm-I'm overwhelmed...

Nothing's happened yet.

We'll send a letter
to Washington and convince

the government that they
cannot get along without you.

I'll do it right away.

I've got to get back
to my courtroom.

What dressed like that?

Well, maybe, I had better stop
at the house and change.

Hello.
High school?

I want to speak to Andrew Hardy.

You'll find him
in the editorial room.

Hello?
Andrew?

Uh, it stopped raining.

I want you to go home,
get the sedan

pick me up at Peter Dugan's place.

Well, uh

I had a little trouble
with that automobile of yours.

Well, dad, if you did
any damage to that car

you're gonna have to pay for it.

The car was in absolute
perfect condition

when I turned it over to you.

Ah, well, that's better. Bye.

Uh, I've gotta pick up my dad.
Where was I there?

"Young Orestes is talking to Cleo.

Orestes with feeling.
Cleo, it's not that I.."

Orestes with feeling..

Um, Cleo, it's not that I..

No, no. Don't, don't,
don't take this down now

because I wanna see
how it sounds first.

It's not that, I've suddenly
become aware of your charms.

No, my dear girl.

'I'll always remember
that first stolen kiss.'

'That wonderful... moment.'

'As we walked through the woods.'

'Aah! Another kiss, my love.'

Kathryn Land!

Andrew Hardy, if you're
going to make love to girls

in the school building,
kindly lower your voice

so you don't set a bad example
to the younger students.

I wasn't making love to Kathryn.

The last thing I'd think of
doing is making love to Kathryn!

Oh, thank you.

Oh, I-I didn't mean
that, that way...

Oh, you didn't, didn't you?

Kathryn is my private secretary.

Private secretary?

Oh, well, that's
a new one, isn't it?

Don't worry about Andrew
and me, Polly.

- He's not my type.
- Yeah.

Oh-ho, that's a fine thing to say

about the president
of the senior class.

Say, what is this?

Have you been taking Kathryn
for walks through the woods?

Oh, that was only dialogue
for our Greek tragedy.

'I dictated it to her, she was
taking it down in shorthand.'

She wasn't taking anything
in shorthand when I came in.

I told her not to take it down
until I heard how it sounded.

Well, it sounded
pretty funny to me.

Mr. President, my committee
is having a fight.

Evelyn Thompson says that
all the girls should wear

the same shad of silk stockings
with their graduation dresses.

'But I think that's just silly.'

However, somebody has to decide.

All shades of silk stockings
look pretty good to me.

Andrew Hardy!

I didn't mean that.

What do you think about
the stocking situation, Kathryn?

Well, for my part,
I'm not wearing any stockings.

'But you're right,
Polly, it is silly.'

Well... well, that's what
I meant to say, Polly.

Well, I'll tell
the committee you decided.

Private secretary, huh?

Next thing you'll be telling me,
you have to work nights.

Where was I?

You were about to pick up
your father.

Oh, gosh! I gotta run.
I got so many things to do yet.

I'll straighten up
the bank accounts

and type what you dictated
and check the yearbook proofs.

Oh, with you around, Kathryn,
I feel 20 years younger.

So, see you tomorrow.

Take a letter.

"Senior class

"The committee for the
graduation costumes... masculine

"has decided that
the boys shall wear

"blue coats with white
flannel pants.

Sign, Andrew Hardy, Chairman."

Oh, goodbye.

- 'Oh, Andrew?'
- Hm?

Perhaps, some of the boys
might not have white flannels.

Let them buy 'em.

They won't cost more
than five or six bucks.

I don't think
my brother would wanna

ask his father
for five or six bucks.

I'm sorry, Kathryn.

Guess, I forgot... some people
are kinda having it tough.

Tough? Us?
Certainly not.

We think we're lucky.

My father has kept us going

so Harry and I could graduate
from high school.

'And we're terribly grateful.'

Gee, you talk as if graduating
was the end of everything.

Yes, the end of one world
and the beginning of a new one.

Especially, now that
we're back in America.

- Different than Europe, huh?
- 'Different.'

'You don't know how lucky you
are, living here all your life.'

You know, Harry and I feel that
now we're gonna be somebody.

Do you know what I'm
gonna do after graduation?

Work your way through college?

College, hm. Harry and I
never dare dream of college.

No, I'm going to the city
and-and get a job.

You mean that, you're
gonna take the burden

of supporting you
off of your father?

More than that. We are
going to start paying him back.

Paying your own father back?

Naturally we want to repay
him for what he's spent

as well as the care
and inspiration he's given us.

You know, you're, you're
kind of a new kinda girl to me.

Maybe I could..

Maybe I could fix it

so Harry could get his
new white flannel pants, huh?

That's very sweet of you,
Andrew, but I don't think

Harry would accept things
from you of all people.

Well, maybe, you could figure
a way out so he wouldn't know.

Gee, I... I think you could
figure out almost anything.

That's a bet.

I'm not too proud
to want my brother happy.

Thanks.
You're swell, Andrew.

Your father's waiting.

Yeah.

You... you bigamist you!

Here I am, dad.

That is you, isn't it, dad?

Ah, of course it's me.

Ah, aren't you a little early
for Halloween?

Well, my clothes got drenched.

You look awfully foolish, Slim.

Well, you better
take a look at yourself.

Making jokes, huh?

No wonder Polly Benedict
called me a bigamist.

Bigamist?

Isn't that, uh, Polly's lipstick?

I'd rather not explain. I'm
as innocent as a new born babe.

But I don't expect
anybody to believe me.

Hmm.

Judge, about this car.
Would you step this way, please?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Oh!

'Judge, this jalopy isn't safe.'

Isn't safe?

Dad, wha-what did you
do to my perfectly good car?

Well, nothing much.
It just wouldn't steer.

Wouldn't steer?

It can run.
But it'll be a public menace.

That isn't true.

Dad, you just don't know
how to handle that car.

Has to be nursed along.

Wouldn't let my son risk his life.

Mr. Dugan, please.

I've always had
my suspicions with this car.

No, son.
You better let it go.

I can't!

Going without a car is like
going without knives and forks.

Like eating raw meat
with your fingers.

Mr. Dugan

how much is this car worth
in the second hand market?

About two dollars to the junk man.

To the junk man?

Why, that motor's
hardly broken in yet.

Well, Judge.
It's your problem.

Dad, you wouldn't want your son

to graduate from high school
on foot, would you?

Oh, I'm sorry, but

you're rather precious
to your mother and me.

No, son, you'll have
to get rid of this.

For years I've been hearing

about the advantages of being 18.

Now, I might as well
be living in the dark ages.

I remember one thing
I did promise you, Andrew.

I said when you graduated
from high school

I'd buy you an automobile.

Oh boy, oh boy!

Well, let's see
what Mr. Dugan can recommend.

Dad, if all the people
you ever sent to jail only knew

what a sympathetic soul
you really have.

What do you say to this one?

Dad, now I know
why mom married you.

Open the big doors, Mr. Dugan.
I'll drive it out right away.

Not this one.
This is promised.

I'll have your car here
for you Saturday of next week?

Will it be exactly like this one?

Unless you'd rather
have red leather seats.

Red leather seats.
Oh, my gosh!

All my life I've been
waking up at night

dreaming about a car
with red leather seats.

I'll send a wire to the factory.

Dad, suppose
the factory burns down

before they get my car finished.

- I wouldn't worry about that.
- Oh, I'm not worried about it.

My father buyin' me a new car.

My private secretary
doing my work for me.

Oh, I'm sitting pretty.

'As we begin this final ordeal
of your high school careers'

'I'm privileged to make
an important announcement.'

'The Governor of this state
John F Spalding'

'who once attended
this high school.'

Last night, authorized
me to announce an annual award

to that graduating
student who represents

the highest standard
of scholarship and citizenship.

'A prize of $25 in cash and the
winner's name to be inscribed'

'on a perpetual trophy,
which will hang'

'in the high school auditorium.'

'Good luck, all of you.'

Ms. Forrest, you may proceed
with the, uh, bad news.

Harry, come here a minute.

A message came in a while ago.

You've to go to Judge Hardy's
courtroom as soon as you finish.

- You're father's there.
- Is there anything wrong?

I don't think so.
But I'd hurry.

Yes, ma'am.

O-oh, where is Harry?

Still nothing done about
fixing up this dump.

If your brother's gonna be

chairman for
the decorating committee

he ought to start
to decorate the auditorium.

Phew! What memorandums
have I got for today, huh?

You were gonna write a yearbook
ad for the Eagle Hand Laundry.

Oh, yes, I dashed something
out during the English exam.

Here it is.

See, uh, "Eagle Hand laundry,
156 Park street.

Why kill your wife? Let us
do your dirty work."

Why, is it, is it
that funny, Kathryn?

It's a better ad than a serious
one. It'll be talked about.

What else?

The Class Day committee reports

"They can't make a statue
of the Goddess of grief

out of chicken wire
and plaster of Paris."

Hm, Joe Castillo's got
some real marble statues over

at his place right across
street from the cemetery.

But wouldn't it cost
a lot to move one here?

Cost. Tell Joe Castillo
to deliver it free.

We'll give him a free
ad in the program.

A lot of folks who'll be reading
the programme will be dead

next year and they'll
need monuments.

Well, that's all the memos I have.

Thanks, Kathryn.
Thanks a lot.

Let me thank you.

Graduation meant a lot to me
before, but now you've let

me have a real part in it.

W-well, uh..

Did you think that
the English exam was tough?

No more than we had
a right to expect.

Fine time for a chairman
to show up.

- I resign.
- Resign?

- What?
- Oh, no, Harry.

Kathryn, things are happening.

Dad's going to South America
to work for the government.

- South America?
- Judge Hardy got a letter.

He arranged it. Dad's leaving
for Washington on Thursday.

'Then to South America.
We're going with him.'

It's marvelous.

It's marvelous,
isn't it, Andrew?

Yeah, sure, sure.

Just think, we owe
it all to your father.

Oh, but you can't leave Thursday.

But why not?

Well..

Oh. Leave Thursday.

Oh. Yes, I-I see.

Yeah, and we were supposed
to graduate Friday night.

Well, I guess we don't graduate.

You don't graduate.
Why, that'd be simply awful.

State Department orders,
"Leave Thursday."

Well, I'll admit it's
quite a shock not being here

for Commencement.

But what's a silly
graduation compared

to dad's getting a wonderful
opportunity like this.

So, there's nothing
more to be said.

We leave Thursday and-and love it.

That's absolutely true, Andrew.

We're due at the courthouse.
Dad's there, come on.

Harry I'll send you your Diplomas

in South America if you pass.

If we pass?

You can send me that $25
prize money and a photograph

of the Governor's trophy
with my name.

- If you win it.
- I'm gonna win it.

Harry, I hope you do win.

I know how much it means to you
not being here for graduation.

You two are putting
on a swell act.

You might fool an adult,
but I'm as old as you are

and I can see right through you.

We'll have to put on
a better act and fool everybody.

Thanks for what you said
about me winning the prize.

That's alright.

It's nice of you to say so,
though you don't want me to win.

There's nobody else I'd rather
see win, than you. Next to me.

The prize doesn't matter.

The important thing
is to make dad realize how proud

and happy we are for him.
So, give us a big grin, mister.

And a big grin yourself.

Well, beat this one, pal.

South America, here we come.

Dad, aren't you wonderful.
Can I touch you, can I kiss you?

Tell me all about it.

Can we leave for South America
right this very minute?

Well, got that Washington
telegram ready?

Here it is.

Read it out. I'll
make a clean copy.

Alright, here we go.

"JO Harper, State Department,
Washington, DC.

"Mailing passport
applications tonight.

"For self, daughter Kathryn,
son Harry.

'"We'll leave here Thursday.'

Please confirm.
Steven V Land."

Here we are.

Uh, what kind of language is
that to use to a man of my age?

Dad said his Portuguese
clenched the deal.

And so I said to you
in Portuguese.

God bless you for the rest
of your life, Judge Hardy.

Well, thank you, my dear.

Oh, where are those
passport applications?

Here. Each of you,
fill out one of these.

Harry, you hurry over to the
telegraph office for this wire.

Oh, no, no. I'll, I'll take it.

Got a lotta things
to do with you two going away.

I'll work like a dog
in that auditorium

right until the last minute.

You'll have me on the job
until train time Thursday.

Yeah, sure you'll help.
Until I really get busy.

I no sooner get an official
organization built up

and the United States foreign
policy knocks it for a loop.

Oh, there.
I'll send the wire.

Looks like the total
of your new job, Barnes.

You'll find Mr. Dugan a good boss.

With me a bad boss is a good boss

as long as every
Saturday is payday.

Remember, there's
a funny thing about jobs.

Once you get a job, it's easier
to get a better one. Look at me.

I'm looking at you
and you're terrific.

I'll be ready
to leave in a minute.

- Hello, Andrew.
- How are you, sir?

We got a mess of work
cleaned up since dinner.

Come on, daddy.
Let's go home and pack.

Will that graduation
dress go good on a bow?

We can't hold
up the Monroe doctrine

if you haven't got
an evening dress.

Andrew, send off
that telegram alright?

Oh, yeah, sure. Uh, you got
an answer alright, didn't you?

I mean, uh, did that place
confirm when you were leaving?

We can't expect
an answer till tomorrow.

Oh, here are the keys, Barnes.

You lock up the showroom
at nine o'clock.

- Right.
- Well, I got to run.

Thanks a lot, goodbye.

Wait a minute.
We'll go together.

I can't. I-I've got
a date with my mother.

She wants me to have a special
graduation picture taken.

Goodbye.

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

I'm disappointed. It's the same
cap and gown your father wore.

But you don't look the same.

Mom, we're not gonna graduate
in caps and gowns you know.

I don't see why not.
Your father did.

Look, what a fine man
he turned out to be.

Maybe I ought to wear
a black mustache too.

Well, you can, when
you go to collage.

Mom, they don't wear black
mustaches anymore.

Well, I don't blame them.
I made your father cut his off.

Go ahead, Mr. Bosinny.

Tell him to hold still
and watch for the little birdie.

Well, this is 1941.
You don't have to hold still.

And there isn't any little birdie.

There never was when
I was a girl either.

Now, Andrew.

Andy, eh, couldn't you
have more of a twinkle

in your eye, like your father?

More of a twinkle, huh.

Uh, is that what
you want, Mrs. Hardy?

Hmm, not exactly.

But these things always
turn out different

from what you think, don't they?

Just relax.
And-and be natural.

- That's it.
- Oh, let's go, mom...

Well, thanks, Mr. Bosinny.
I'll go over the proof tomorrow.

- Goodbye, Mr. Bosinny.
- Goodbye.

Oh-oh, mom. Look,
you-you run ahead

I wanna leave this
here with Mr. Bosinny.

Mr. Bosinny. Don't show
anybody those proofs, will you?

You make the final proof
of the picture for my mother

then take the negative
and tear it up into pieces.

I will.

My mother had my picture taken

in long blond curls
and velvet pants.

Oh, my gosh.
Well-well thanks a lot.

- Bye-bye.
- Goodbye.

What was it you wanted to ask me?

It-it's something I can't
talk to dad about.

Well, I'm very flattered,
dear, and proud.

Well, mom, I-I wanna
buy somebody a present.

Well, a graduation present
for Polly Benedict?

No, no. This is, uh,
this is for Kathryn Land.

- Kathryn Land?
- Yeah.

Oh, yes. Land.

Those nice people your dad
was taking about at dinner.

Yeah. Uh, Kathryn's been
my private secretary.

She's been helping me with
a little work and the other day

the girls were discussing
what kinda silk stockings

they were gonna wear
for Commencement.

Kathryn said she wasn't
gonna wear any.

Oh, oh, I think I understand.

You know, it's because
they're... they're kinda poor.

But I wanted to get Kathryn
some silk stockings, you know.

Let me tell you something, mom.

Silk stockings are
very important to females.

- Oh, is that so?
- Mm-hmm.

But I thought the Land children

were going to leave town
before Commencement.

Don't you think she'll
need a pair of stockings

anyway, you know,
for an emergency?

I don't think anything
will make her happier.

And you're short
of a little ready money?

No, no, no.
I got the cash.

Just that I feel sort of funny
about going into a store

and asking for ladies
silk stockings.

Andrew Hardy, you're blushing.

Why, I'm ashamed of you.

My goodness, this is 1941.
With short skirts and things.

And you were always saying that

your father and I
are behind the times.

You're just an old
fashioned little boy after all.

Me, old fashioned?

Why, you never saw a more
modern person in your life.

I don't even live in the
present. I belong to the future.

My goodness, I'm late
meeting your father.

- I'll see you later.
- Oh, gee. You're swell, mom.

And this is 1941, a fellow can
just walk right into a store

and say, let me see some
ladies silk stockings

and no monkey business.

Something in ladies lingerie?

Uh-uh, uh, this is 1941.

I beg your pardon?

Is something in ladies hose?

- You got any men clerks?
- Men clerks?

Yeah, you know.
Men sales girls.

Oh, I'm afraid not.
But what can I show you?

Uh-uh..

A pair of suspenders.

Suspenders. Oh, in the men's
department over there.

Thanks, madam.

Something I can show you, sir?

Oh, yes, I'd like to buy some
girls stockings for a girl.

I understand perfectly.

Lot's of gentlemen prefer
me to wait on them.

Especially in these private
little purchases.

Well, this is for
my private secretary.

Well, yes.
Yes of course.

Oh-uh, what size, quality
and shade of hosiery?

Well, uh, about
a medium size I guess.

And-and in a nice shade so she
can wear 'em for Commencement.

And... of the best quality

but not more than a dollar
and a half, please.

Right, sir.
In a jiffy, sir.

Hello.

Oh.

Oh, Andrew Hardy.
What are you trying to do?

Hello, Polly. I..

Uh, no, thanks.

I don't think I'll buy
the tennis racket just now.

Uh, come on.
Let's-let's go.

But I've to buy
some things for mother.

That can wait. It's too nice
a night to waste indoors.

It is a lovely
moonlight night out the..

- Let me do my shopping.
- No. We've gotta hurry.

Pretty soon the moon will go down

behind the factory
chimney and, well, it's..

I haven't seen you lately
and I'm just dying

for a long walk home
through the woods.

Oh, you're so sweet, Andy.
But I...

I love you very much and-and
there is no minute to lose.

Oh, you darling.

Oh, just a minute, sir.
Uh, your package, sir.

That'll be a dollar and a half.

If I had a private secretary
as pretty as you, young lady

I'd buy her silk stockings too.

- Private secretary?
- Oh, thanks.

Silk stockings.
Andrew Hardy.

Well, it was only
in common gratitude.

Kathryn was very reasonable
about working nights.

Working nights?

You, you.
Youmurdereryou!

You know that graduation
might have made me famous.

500 people would have looked up
on that platform and said

"Who's that good looking guy
without any white pants?"

Stop reminding me of it, please.

Shh.

I haven't exactly
been deceived, you know.

Too bad you brats had
to do years of work

and then miss
the one great moment of glory.

Oh, we don't mind.

It would've been a very big
moment, but only a moment.

Now, I can be a lady of leisure
instead of a working girl.

Someday, I'm going
to make it up to you.

Looks like it's time to administer

dad's special treatment.

- "Voci Di Primavera."
- Alright.

- Hello, Hardy.
- Oh, hello, Andrew. Come in.

The door is open.

Windows were made
before the doors.

Good evening, everybody.

Oh, Kathryn, speaking in purely
a business way of course...

If you don't mind, Hardy,
I'm not in any mood

to listen to the big class
President tonight.

- Harry likes to growl..
- Yeah.

Kathryn, I..

I... Kathryn, I brought
you a present.

- A present?
- Hmm.

Open it up.
See what it is.

It's what all the girls
are gonna wear on Friday night.

- Stockings!
- Hmm.

Because of what I said
to you and Polly?

Mm-hmm.

Well, my mom said
it'll be alright.

Why, of course, it'll be alright.

You know you're
a funny boy, Andrew.

I didn't particularly
like you once, but now I..

Oh, no. No, no, no. Don't
kiss me. Please don't kiss me.

No matter how much you like
silk stockings don't kiss me.

You-you'd no sooner
kiss me like a sister

I bet you Polly Benedict could
be looking through the window.

I guess, it's a little bit
too late to start being careful.

Every time Polly gets jealous
of me she always like me

better than ever
after she gets over it.

Of course, I will admit this is
the furtherest I've ever gone.

I won't misunderstand.

These are just a present
from the boss to his secretary.

And even if I won't
be here for Commencement..

Oh, there's the bell.
I'll answer it.

- Telegram, Miss Land.
- A telegram.

Dad, Harry. It's-it's here.
The telegram's here.

Oh, boy! Open it up, open it up
and get the good news.

Oh, God!

"Under circumstances
we must withdraw offer.

Cancel all arrangements,
JO Harper."

- Dad.
- Mm-hmm.

I-I believe, the first time
we ever had a man-to-man talk

was in Catalina, wasn't it?
When I needed five bucks.

Hmm. For that
very unpleasant little girl.

It's hard to believe that
there was ever a time

when five bucks would solve
all the troubles I was ever in.

And you'll find out that $5
worth of last year's troubles

are never as serious
as 10 cents worth of today's.

At that rate,
I'm 90 years old this minute.

What is it this time?

Oh, well, Mr. Land got
a telegram from Washington.

Kathryn's outside
this minute now...

Huh?

Well, she doesn't know anymore
about this yet than you do.

Well, if bringing Kathryn
in here'll make this mystery

anymore intelligent.

That's-that's what I mean.

Maybe, she won't get so mad
in front of you and..

...maybe you won't get
so mad in front of her.

I-I don't know.
Wait a minute.

Kathryn.

Good evening, Judge Hardy.

Has Andrew told you
about that horrible telegram?

Horrible telegram?

Well, that was the telegram
that Mr. Land got

telling him to call the whole
South American trip off.

Well, that's impossible.

Of course. There's been
some wretched mistake.

No mistake. I jammed
the whole thing up.

And all I did was
change one little word

'in the telegram to Mr. Harper.'

- You changed?
- Dad's wire?

Yeah. Mr. Harper didn't know
that graduation was on Friday

and so I changed the leaving
date from Thursday to Saturday.

- Oh, Andrew, you didn't.
- How dare you?

Well, I thought that
Kathryn and Harry

wanted to be home
for Commencement.

And I didn't think that two days
was gonna make any difference.

'And after all,
the State Department'

is still gonna be open
and South America's

still gonna be there
on Saturday, isn't it?

But, this is a Trade Commission

sailing to South America
in a group.

Hello, operator.

Get me Mr. JO Harper
of the State Department

in Washington, DC
or his home and hurry.

I can't understand
your sense of values.

Jeopardizing anything
as serious as this.

Please, Judge Hardy.
It's a little my fault.

Perhaps, I gave Andrew
the impression

that our graduating
was too important.

Yes, th-th-that's it, Kathryn.
That's it. That's it, dad.

I didn't know that
two days was gonna make

'such a difference
that it would...'

Yes.

Oh, I see.

'Well, the instant you get
in touch with Mr. Harper'

'ask him to telephone
Judge Hardy in Cabo.'

Well, Mr. Harper's out of town.

They don't expect to hear
from him until Thursday.

But we're supposed
to leave on Thursday.

Gently, my dear, gently.

I have a double responsibility

because it was my
own son's... mistake.

I'd better go home.
Dad's waiting.

Oh, Ka-Kathryn, wait.
Wait. Wait.

Kathryn, you don't have
to tell your dad and Harry

that it was me
that did it, do you?

Because they'll only hate me

and everything's gonna be alright.

Absolutely, everything's gonna
be alright, isn't it, dad?

Kathryn, explain to your father
there's been a misunderstanding

but if it's humanly possible,
I'll clarify things.

Thank you. Thank you,
Judge Hardy. Goodnight.

- Wait a minute, will you?
- Goodnight, Andrew.

No. No, no. Don't, don't
say it like that.

I was trying to help
and if it had worked out

everybody would've said
I was a hero.

Sure, they would.

Oh, well, you know, I wouldn't
do anything to hurt you

or Harry or your father.

Sure, you're the swellest girl
I ever met in my life.

You're so swell that
I-I never even once

thought about trying to kiss you
and that's the first time

it ever happened to me in my life.

That's why it was alright
for me to take the stockings.

Goodnight, we'll hope
for the best.

'Andrew.'

Well, there's no sense
in scolding you now.

But no matter how this works out..

...when it's over, I'll have
a great deal to say to you.

Come on, we're going to be late
for Class Day rehearsal.

Wait a minute.
How's your father feeling?

He's holding on tight
with both hands hoping

your father would be able to
locate Mr. Harper by tomorrow.

Hm, Harry doesn't know
that I was remotely connected

with the telegram, does he?

- He has no suspicion.
- Yeah, that's good.

Because I'd look awful funny
playing Apollo the God of youth

and manly beauty
with a couple of black eyes.

Let's go work on the Greeks.

- All ready, everybody?
- 'All ready.'

Act 2, scene 7.
Let's go.

'Lights. Curtain.'

Alas, there is no loveliness
in life. Ah, woe is me.

Oh, Cassandra!

If thou were free,
wouldst then spurn my love?

I am but thy mother's slave.

'Tis death if
we are found together.

Death? I would defend
thee to my last gasp.

- Ah!
- Mother!

There is the wanton.
Slaves, you all do your duty.

Oh!

Andy, where are you?

'I'm stuck up here
on Mount Olympus.'

'Beezy, you're the stage manager'

'what's the matter
with your machinery?'

Fellas, you gotta let
Apollo down from Olympus

in time to stop them
from stabbing Polly.

'Take it again and this time
yell, "Stop, you slaves"

'and then bring down Apollo
as fast as you can.'

'Go ahead and start again.
Clarabelle, your last line.'

There is the wanton.
Slaves, you all do your duty.

Stop, you cadets.

Apollo!

Apollo, the God of youth
and manly beauty.

Who art thou?

And what wouldst thou do
to this fair maiden of Athens?

'My name is Orestes
and this fair maid..'

No. Wait a minute, Beezy.

Clarabelle, when-when
Apollo comes down on a cloud

why, you've got to be scared.
I'm the Greek God.

But, Andy, honey,
I can't be scared.

You look so cute.

Andy, honey, cute!

Don't you realize
when a Greek God's character

is into trouble,
he couldn't get 'em out.

Down from the heavens,
the Greek God Apollo

would come on a machine
and fix everything up.

I'm the Greek God, Apollo.
You've gotta be scared of me.

Well, maybe so.

But that curly beard
is just too adorable.

I know I'm gonna laugh.

Oh, fellas, quiet down.
Quiet please.

Hey, Beezy.

Here's your sign.

Beezy.

Are you crazy?

Mr. Castillo said,
no sign, no statue.

And I gave my word of honor.

Susan. Susan Wiley.

Here I am, Andy.

Oh, Susan. I-I'm going to give
you a big part in the play.

In fact, I'm creating this part
especially for you.

There now, you stand there
and-and you hold your hand up

like that through
the entire performance.

What lines do I speak?

- 'Oh, Andrew.'
- Hm? Oh, oh, uh..

Your aunt
Ms. Forrest is here.

She wants to see you right away.
She's out in the outer office.

G-U-E-S-S it's confidential.

Oh!

Okay, keep on going.

Pretend that Apollo
is still on the cloud

and practice being scared
till I get back.

Hello, Aunt Milly.

What was so important
and confidential?

Now, look, don't,
don't laugh at me.

I may be risking my-my standing
with the girls in this town

but Apollo still
had the best part.

- Sit down, Andrew.
- I don't think I have time.

I-I just finished marking
the English examination papers.

Say, I-I guess I wasn't
so good in that English exam.

I must have got at least a C.

D would be pretty bad.

It's worse than that.

You failed in English.

Failed in English?

I couldn't mark you
any better than an F.

Well, if I fail
in English that means I..

...that means I can't graduate.

No.

You can't.

But I've gotta graduate.

I'm-I'm the president
of the senior class.

Oh, I tried desperately
to give you a higher mark.

You know, I tried, Andy.

'I spent every point to give
you a D that would pass you.'

But I just couldn't.

Can't graduate.

I thought you should know now.

Say, you can tell
your father today.

Me tell dad?

Yes.

Tomorrow morning Mr. Davis
will read the final standings

to the class

and your father without
any warning at all

might have everybody in town
bringing in the news.

Yeah.

And-and just about kill him too.

It's gonna kill him anyway.

You're right. I...
better tell him myself.

I wish I could say something
to make it easier.

You know I'd do anything to help.

Yeah, I know, I know.

You'd do anything that was..

...that wasn't cheating
to pull me through.

I don't deserve
to have a good family.

I'm not going back
in the auditorium there.

And I'm... let 'em
see me like this.

I'm gonna sneak outside
go back to the dressing rooms

and get dressed.

Would you tell
my private secretary?

Tell Kathryn that..

...I've got some important
family matters to attend to

and that she's to go on ahead.
She knows what to do.

You know, sometimes I think
that girl's smarter than I am.

Dad.

Well, Andrew, you better
begin making up your mind about

going to college in September.

Why do I have to go to college?
I know all I ever need to know.

I'm too small to play football.

That's one way of looking at it.

What's the matter?
Cheer up, cheer up.

- We may hear from Mr. Harper.
- Dad, that isn't it.

I've done something awful.
It's all my fault too.

What's the matter?

For the first time
in my life I've..

Murdered somebody?

No, I got an F in English.

F? Well, it's
pretty low, isn't it?

It's terribly, terribly low.

Isn't English a required subject?

Gotta have at least a D to pass.

Well, then you won't..

You mean to tell me
that you failed to pass

your final examinations?

Well, I've been trying
to tell you gently.

What on earth happened to you?

I don't know.
I don't know.

I was feeling alright when
I went into the classroom

then I started to think about
the year book and blue coats

and white pants.

When I started to do the
questions, instead of knowing

the answers I got all mixed up
with the graduation dresses

'and the God of youth
and manly beauty.'

- I-I just couldn't concentrate.
- And why?

Because you've been
so impressed with all

the incidental pomp
and splendor of graduation

'that you neglected entirely the
fundamental realities beneath.'

You've been so fascinated
with all the glitter

you didn't bother about the goal.

I-I guess you're right.

I know you're right.

If you could only appreciate that

no matter how much
you're disappointed with me

the bottom's dropped
out of my whole life.

And man-to-man if you could only
realize how terribly I feel.

Are they any kind of punishment
you want to give me

and think it's not good enough?

Man-to-man you say.
No, no.

This isn't a man-to-man matter.
This is father to son.

Last week, you blithely couldn't
decide about going to college

and I was willing to be
reasonable, but not any longer.

From now on you're
going to do as I say.

You're going back
to high school in September.

You're gonna do your
senior year all over again

and you're going to graduate
next June with flying colors.

- Or I'll know the reason why.
- Yes, sir.

A whole year of your life
wasted, lost forever.

'James, Andrew.
Dinner's ready.'

Yes, coming, Emily...

Dad. Dad, I-I don't
have to go down, do I?

Your mother's got to know
about this sooner or later.

And I'm particularly
anxious that you see

how this is gonna hurt
her too. So, come on.

I declare all day long
I've had the funniest feeling

that Marium wasn't here.

Now I remember she's
been in New York since Sunday.

Andrew?

- James, Andrew is ill.
- Yes, Emily, he's very ill.

But it's an illness of his soul.

Sit down, please.

Well, it seems
we have some bad news.

If you please... can I tell it?

I would prefer that.

Come over here and tell mother.

If you don't mind I'd prefer
to sit right here, where I am.

It would be much easier
on you and... on me too.

You sit right where you are
and take your time.

I'm not gonna graduate.

'I failed in English.'

You failed..

Oh, is that all?

Oh, when I was in school
I guess that would've been

pretty serious. But-but nowadays
I-I'm sure it's not nearly so..

Oh, it's just as important,
more important.

Dad, tell her how bad it is.
Tell her how mad you're with me.

And then you can holler at me.

James.

Oh, I'm not going to holler.

There isn't anything more
I can say.

You see the tears
in your mother's eyes.

'Andrew, mothers shed a great
many tears over their sons..'

'...mostly in private.'

Mom. Mom, don't cry.

I'm not worth it.

I'm alright.

I was just thinking
about your disappointment.

Well, everybody.
Dinner's getting cold.

Well, son, I imagine that
you're not very hungry.

So, if you want to go to your
room I think we can excuse you.

Yes, Dad. I'd like to do that.
Excuse me, mom.

Excuse me, Aunt Milly.
Excuse me, dad.

Who is it?

'It's mother. I brought
you something to eat.'

I don't want anything to eat, mom.

You must eat even
if you're not hungry.

Your stomach certainly
ought to know what it wants.

Mom, if it's for me. Whoever
it is, tell them I'm asleep.

Don't worry.

Andrew, about your father

you ought to try
and look at his side of this.

It isn't that he's angry with
you, but... he himself is hurt.

I don't blame him.

If he's half as hurt as I am,
he's in pretty bad shape.

It's Kathryn Land
on the telephone.

She says if you're still tied up...

You didn't tell her
anything, did you, dad?

No, she says she'll
carry on with everything

and see you at nine o'clock
in the morning.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Dad, couldn't I get away from
here for a few days out of town?

Get as far away
from civilization as possible

without it costing too much.

Why?

Well, tomorrow morning
the senior class is gonna meet

to hear the standings and then
everybody will know about me.

And there will be Class Day,
Commencement.

Alright, you're gonna have
to come back sooner or later.

I've learned the longer you put
off something that's unpleasant

the harder it is when you
finally have to face the music.

I have here your standings
on the final examinations.

In the light of these
the faculty will today

decide the winner of the
Governor's prize for scholarship

'and citizenship.'

'I shall post these results'

'immediately on
the bulletin board.'

This class has made a fine record.

Only one of you has failed to meet

'our final
scholastic requirements.'

'That is all.'

Mr. Davis, may I say something
to the class, please.

- Why, certainly, Andrew.
- Thank you.

Members of the senior class,
I-I wanna say something.

I was the only one
that didn't pass.

And... now I wanna
tender my resignation

as President of the senior class.

Now, that I'm not gonna
have anything

more to do with anything

I guess, I'll run along.

Andrew, wait a minute.
Gee, this is a rotten deal.

There's nothing much
we can do about it.

Best thing for you to do
would be to get your job done.

You haven't even started
the decorations yet.

I worked all night
on those designs.

Andrew, it isn't fair.

Teacher who flunked me out
was my own Aunt Milly.

So, you can imagine how bad I was.

Andrew, can't we
do something about this?

You're one of the
brightest boys in the class.

Must be something wrong with me.

You kids are so swell.

But... I kinda wanna be
by myself now.

- One to the city, please.
- Round trip?

No, just one way, I may stay a
little while with some friends.

The next train is
The Express, isn't it?

- Snappy looking Buggy, eh?
- Yeah.

First one I'm seeing with
these hot, red leather seats.

Yeah.

The top goes up and down when
you push a button, don't it?

- Easier than falling outta bed.
- Hm.

Oh, could I, could I try it once
please? I-I wouldn't hurt it.

Sure.

Right-hand knob on the dashboard.

Thanks.

Gosh!

Pretty convenient.

You're driving along
on a beautiful night

with your best girl
and decide to park.

Maybe the moonlight's
too bright for your eyes

so... presto,
snug as a bug in a rug.

Yeah!

Snappy looking little Buggy.

Thanks.

No, Andrew must not have
any special consideration...

But it isn't special
consideration, is it, Harry?

Here, read this again,
Ms. Forrest, please.

- Alright.
- Oh, gee, that's great.

We still got to sell
the idea to Mr. Davis.

We couldn't do without you
as our expert witness.

- Ms. Kathryn Land?
- Yes.

A package and this letter for you.

Thank you. It's
Andy's handwriting.

- Harry, look.
- Well, I'll be darned.

Let me see that letter.

Don't you realize what this means?

- He's running away?
- Yes.

But where could he go?
How could he go?

He has no car now.
Hitchhike, maybe.

Anybody he could hitch
a ride from would know him.

- The railroad.
- Yes!

- I'll get him, Ms. Forrest.
- Hey, wait for me.

He's on that train.
The ticket agent said so.

Stay here.

You're a sucker to run away
when there's still a chance.

What are you doing here?

Saying, "You're a sucker to run
away when there's still chance."

Oh, stop your kidding.

Tickets, please.

Uh, one ticket
to Lyndhurst, please.

Lyndhurst? You're travelling
in the wrong direction.

This train doesn't go
anywhere near Lyndhurst.

- It doesn't?
- No.

When we slow down
at the junction, I'll stop her

and it'll do you good
to walk back.

- Are you nuts?
- No, I'm not.

When this train does stop
we'll both get off

if I have to take you by
the back of your fool neck.

Here's my authority, Mr. Davis.

"When the result of any
pupil's examination

"does not fairly reflect
the intelligence factor

'"of that student's past record,
it is certainly within'

"the discretion of the
institution's head to authorize

another examination."
What more do you want?

Ms. Forrest?

Andrew's been an honor
student in English all year.

They do it all the time in
colleges for football players.

Well, the whole principle
of present day education

is to help the student progress
to the higher stages

'rather than the old fashioned
idea of daring him to succeed.'

Andrew, were you planning
to go to college?

Huh, Mr. Davis, I'd rather go to
college than be six feet tall.

Ms. Forrest, can you have
a new examination ready

by tomorrow morning?
A good, stiff one?

Ho-ho, thanks, Mr. Davis.
Thanks a lot.

Gee, I better start studying.

Don't worry, Hardy. You're going
to study. We'll see to that.

Oh, come on, Andy.

You won't get all day
to answer one question tomorrow.

Is it lays or lies?

Dixon, a little town

of a hundred families,
lies in the East.

Right!

"Who or whom do you think I am?"

- Who, uh, whom, who..
- Who do you think I am.

Who do I think I am?
No, who do you think I am?

Sentence Structure.

"My sister wears funny
little sandals on her feet

which have holes cut
in the toes." Right or wrong?

- Polly, that's silly.
- 'Right or wrong?'

- It's structurally incorrect.
- Good.

How nice or nicely
all your flowers look?

- Which? Nice or nicely?
- Nice, nice.

'Why?'

Hmph, because if it was nicely

it'd sound like the flowers
were looking at you.

Right, but no jokes, please.

Grammar. "You helped win the
game quite as much as we or us?"

Which is right?

- We, we?
- Us!

- We!
- It's us!

'It's we. The word
"did" is implied.'

You helped win the game
quite as much as we did.

- Are you sure?
- 'Yes, I'm sure.'

Get-together, will you, please?

I'm taking this English exam
and you're driving me crazy.

I'm sorry. I'll be quiet.

Here are five sentences.

Indicate which sentences contain
one, a predicate adjective.

Two, an infinitive phrase
used as an appositive.

Three, a subordinate conjunction.

'And four, a compound personal
pronoun used reflexively.'

Mark "1" alongside
the sentence containing

a predicate adjective.

A predicate adjective,
a predicate adjective.

Uh, "B".

- 'Right.'
- Right.

Mark "2" alongside
the sentence containing

the infinitive phrase
used as an appositive.

Infinitive phrase used as an a..

Huh, huh, huh.
Y-you can't fool me.

That's one of
those-those trick questions.

There's no infinitive phrase
in any one of these sentences.

There certainly is.

Well, if there is,
I can't find it.

- What is an infinitive phrase?
- I wouldn't know.

But you've got to know.

I give up.

You pick out the other three

and the one that's left has
to be the infinitive phrase.

Hey, tha-that's right.
That's right, Harry.

Give me another one,
will you, Kathy?

Alright, mark "3" beside
the sentence containing

a subordinate conjunction.

Oh, well, that's simple.

"D."

Right.

Alright, mark "4"

compound personal pronoun
used reflexively.

- I don't know that one either.
- Give him a glass of water.

But he's had six glasses
already. He'll burst.

Enough. No. No. Thank you.
I don't care for any water.

I'm not gonna pass. You guys
are just wastin' your time.

- But you've got to.
- You've got to.

I'll never speak to you..

Don't yell at me.
Don't yell at me.

I'm ashamed of you.

I'm sorry I had anything to do
with getting you another chance.

Alright. Alright.
Give me another one.

- That's good.
- Let's go on.

♪ Judge Hardy ♪

♪ I have a surprise for you ♪

♪ My friend ♪

Well, well.

♪ Judge Hardy
I have a surprise ♪

- What's this all about?
- Well, the exam.

Aunt Milly, she couldn't
tell me what my mark was

until after she saw the Principal.

But if I'd failed, she wouldn't
have run out of the room

singing, "Happy Days
Are Here Again" out loud.

I strongly suspect that
Aunt Milly did that on purpose.

I'm very grateful to you,
to the others.

Funny thing about that exam.
I studied alright.

And I actually knew all
the answers. Can you beat that?

Well, we're seldom called
upon in this world

to do things beyond human effort.

Strangely enough if you prepare
for any contingency

you usually conquer it
in a surprisingly easy fashion.

'Yes, that's funny thing
about life, isn't it?'

Yeah.

Oh, now, there's one
very bad thing about all this.

Wh-what's the matter now?

Well, your mother insists
that on graduation

I-I'd wear that high hat
she bought me.

Why not?

Hello.

Yes, yes, Mr. Harper.
This is Judge Hardy.

But the trouble is,
the minute I got that telegram

I had to recommend another man.

It was confirmed that night.
He's ready to sail tomorrow.

Of course, I understand.

Thank you very much.

Sunk?

Sunk.

Kathryn, Harry and Mr. Land.

They all wanted so little
out of life, didn't they?

Yes, they did.

They're the modern version
of America's old pioneer spirit.

Take things as they come
and work out your own destiny..

...but proudly.

I'm not foolish enough to think

that I'm gonna get my new car now.

Do you think you could
help 'em with that money?

Yes, I think I could.

Mr. Land is not modern enough
to have the wrong kinda pride.

But, Andrew, what makes
you so anxious?

Conscience?

Maybe.

Kathryn's kind of a terrific girl.

Oh! Another little detour
along the highway of love?

Dad, Kathryn means nothing more
to me than a faithful employee.

I-I did make her a present
of some silk stockings

but... in all innocence.

Not even one little pass
at kissing the lady?

'I mean in all innocence.'

Dad, "One little pass."

Where did you learn such language?

You never use it yourselves?

The way we use it, we make it
sound like it's good clean fun.

What are you
complaining about now?

I was afraid that you're afraid
that it wasn't all respectable.

I don't know of any
better time to make a joke

than when we're worried.

Well, uh, I'm plenty worried about

that South American
fi... fiasco.

Well, I suppose we
just don't mention

to the Lands that
there's positively no job.

Let them get some happiness
out of this graduation.

Yeah. Now, that's swell.

Because this graduation
is serious.

Well, it's... it's so serious,
it's-it's almost fatal.

Like getting married.

Oh, uh, please take
a letter, Miss Land.

The Keystone Printing Company.

"I'm, uh, herewith
returning to you

"the final proof
of the Commencement Day program.

Very truly yours."

Oh, uh, Miss Land, have you seen
the final proof of the program?

I think not.

Andrew, it's all
for my benefit, isn't it?

This big businessman attitude.

The South American job
is off for good

and... you're trying
to break it to me gently.

That's not what I had in mind.

I want you to glance over
the final proof of the program.

See if the first item
on page three here

meets with your personal approval.

- ' "Solo, Kathryn Land."'
- 'Uh-huh.'

We've to have another graduate
do something on the program

on account of, naturally I'm not
gonna read my graduation essay.

But why not?

You wrote your essay
and you are gonna graduate

'even if you-you-you..'

Yeah, I'm the guy
that made it in two jumps.

Now, I asked my dad about this
and he said I was right.

He also said
he was proud of me too.

Of course, he said he got proud
of me pretty near too late.

You didn't write the essay,
so you gotta sing.

You did this.
You did it for me, didn't you?

Wha-what's that gotta do
with your singing?

A-and please, please this time,
just this time sing a song

with some music in it, huh?

You don't have to get out with
the regular boogie-woogie

but, uh, you know a tune.

I'd like to sing
a number by request.

♪ I've got my eyes on you ♪

♪ So just beware
where you roam ♪

♪ I've got my eyes on you ♪

♪ So don't stray
too far from home ♪

♪ Incidentally ♪

♪ I've set my spies on you ♪

♪ I'm checking on all you do ♪

♪ From A to Z ♪

♪ So darling just be wise ♪

♪ Keep your eyes on me ♪

♪ So just beware
where you roam ♪

♪ So don't stray
too far from home ♪

♪ Incidentally ♪

♪ So darling ♪

♪ Just be wise ♪

♪ Keep your eyes ♪

♪ On me ♪

It is now my privilege
to introduce our Governor.

The Honorable John F Spalding.

Mr. Davis.

Graduates of Carwell High School.

Ladies and gentleman.

The, uh, winner of the prize

'for scholarship and citizenship'

is... Harry Land.

Citizenship?

Well, that's why
Andrew didn't win.

He won't be a citizen
until he is 21.

That Land boy looks
young for 21 to me.

Harry.

'Here's your well-earned prize.'

And if you'll look over there

you'll see your name engraved
as the first to win

'this distinction
among your fellows.'

Thank you.
Thank you, sir.

- It's sweet.
- Governor.

Judge!

It's strange how
time mellows things.

I remember this place
when it was a dingy old barn.

The youngsters dolled it up.

Harry Land did it.

If I bring him over
would you tell him

what a swell job he did?

I hereby appoint you Chairman of
the Committee to bring him over.

Well, thank you.
Excuse me.

That's the... Land family there.
One I told you about.

Here he is, Governor.

Harry, what you've done
with this auditorium

is little short of genius.

And a total
appropriation of $9.60.

It's all out of cardboard.

I promoted the Carwell laundry

out of 500 cardboard shirt bosoms.

Harry, my brother owns a
department store in the city.

How'd you like to design
background for merchandize

and window displays?

Well, I think you should know, sir

that my father helped me
design the decorations.

I can't give the job
to your father because I'm going

to appoint him interpreter
to the public court.

- What?
- If you'll accept.

Oh-oh, say yes before
I drop dead, please.

Andy. Andy, will you please
start for the Country Club?

You're president of the class.

You gotta be at the dance on time.

Excuse me, everybody. I've gotta
rush out to the Country Club.

You know how it is, Mr. Governor

when you accept a position
of public responsibility.

You're just a slave of the people.

Ah, may I still
have use of the sedan, please.

Yes, yes.
It's in the parking lot.

Fourth car from the right.

Goodbye, dad.
Here comes Andrew now.

You're sure everything's all set?

Will this be a surprise
for young Mr. Andrew Hardy!

Polly, I believe you're going to
the dance with me, aren't you?

Oh, wouldn't you prefer
to take your secretary?

Look, young woman, I've stood
about all the misery

one human can stand.

I'm gonna fix this wife
and secretary situation

once and for all so that no
woman would dare bring it up

for the next 100 years.

I'm not the first man that was
ever faced with this problem.

But at my time in life,
I prefer to..

'Dad said fourth car to the left.'

'One. Two. Three. Four.'

Oh, my gosh!

Of course, this is the most
beautiful car in the world.

Huh! You're tellin' me.

- Surprised?
- Why, I'm speechless.

A-a father that would give
a graduation present like that

is a privilege to humanity.

Slide over, my dear girl.
I'm gonna drive.

A woman's place is in the home.

Yes, Andy.

Listen, Andy...

Don't say anything
for five minutes

until I find out
that I'm not dreamin'.

But, Andy...

Remember what happened
to Henry VIII wives

for talkin' at the wrong time.

Yes, Andy.

Now, uh, for instance

the moonlight is too bright
for your eyes and...

Yes, Andy.

Do I get out to put up the top
and soil my white pants

in the process? No. No.
I sit back. Relax.

Push the little button.
Presto!

Snug as a bug in a rug.

Ha ha ha.

Oh, I'm so thrilled, I won't
even be jealous of Kathryn.

You're thrilled?

I'm happier than any woman
in the Benedict family

as far back as Noah's Ark.

And it's for you
being jealous of Kathryn

it's an insult to my intelligence.

Well, there wasn't anything
wrong with your intelligence

when you picked out
her silk stockings.

She did look nice in them
tonight, didn't she?

- You! Monster, you.
- Polly, this is 1941.

I'm just tryin' to humanize
myself as an employer.

Well, you..

You didn't buy her
anything else, did you?

No. Nothin'. Nothin' else.
Except a pair of pants.

- Pants?
- Flannel pants.

- Flannel?
- White flannel pants.

So her brother Harry
could graduate in.

- My dad gave me the money.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Andy.

- I thought you meant...
- I know what you thought.

But I don't care
to discuss anything

on such a low level
of conversation.

Why don't you relax?

I just love this
brown leather upholstery.

My dear girl,
it's red leather upholstery.

- It's brown leather!
- It's red leather.

If you don't mind, I happen
to know what kind of upholstery

I picked out for my own car.

- Your car?
- Yeah, sure.

My dad was nice enough
to give it to me after all.

This is my car!

My father gave it
to me for graduating.

It's brown leather upholstery.

There's my name on the license.

Polly.

I've been living
in a fool's paradise.

Hey, hi.

Whose car is that?

Yours.

You took the wrong one
from the parking lot.

Mine!

And, son, the radio antenna

look, it's automatic.

- Oh! Look out.
- Look out.