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Hey!

Rally tonight! O.K.!

What's the matter with your mouth?

Got the mumps?

So you won't talk, eh?

What's the gag?

"I am saving my voice

for the rally tonight."

Oh! Oh!

Hey!

Hey, you!

Don't worry, Johnny.

There will be

more leaves falling.

That's right.

Cleota!

Yes, ma'am?

Answer that phone, please.

Oh, is that the phone?

Oh, don't rush me. Don't rush me.

I'm coming. My goodness.

Professor Turner's residence.

Who? You got the wrong number.

Who? What did you say?

Oh-Mr. Turner- he ain't here.

He just went out to buy some liquor.

Who is this calling?

Oh. I don't get that, but I'll tell him,

Dr. Damon.

Who was that, cleota?

Oh, that was Dr. Damon.

He said Mr. Turner coming over

to see him,

or he coming over to see Mr. Turner.

Dr. Damon don't talk up.

He kind of muffles.

I'm afraid it's you

that kind of muffles.

Dr. Damon live right next door.

Why don't he open the window

and just let go?

Oh, Mrs. Turner,

I forgot this morning.

Happy birthday to you.

Oh, thank you, cleota.

How nice of you to remember.

My birthday come next Wednesday.

I'll remember.

I'm fixing them hors d'oeuvres.

Did you say

put them black seed ones

in the oven?

Black seed ones? Great heavens, cleota.

You're not heating the caviar!

No. But it tastes like something

ought to be done to it.

Yes. Well, you straighten up the magazines.

I'll take a look at the canapes.

I ain't no hand at it.

People where I worked last just drunk

without eating nothing.

Hello, Mr. Turner.

Hello, cleota.

You better not mess up this room,

'cause there's guests coming.

All right, cleota. I'll be good.

Yes, sir.

Hello, dear.

Hello, Ellen. Come here.

Those are for you.

Oh, thank you, Tommy.

They're lovely.

The ones in the middle.

Yes. Yes. Cleota.

Yes, ma'am?

Will you bring another vase from the kitchen?

I got the liquor for the party, too.

Did you get the right kind?

I got both kinds-

gin and that other kind.

Tommy, you're a housewrecker,

but you're nice.

Did I do something right?

You know, I think-

here's your sister with her halfback.

I've got a date with Mike.

But, pat-

Wally, I'm going to dinner with Mike

and then to the rally with you.

You can't feed me

at the training table.

What do you want to run around

with that stupe for?

Mentally, Michael Barnes

considers you a stupe.

You have to talk to me before you know that.

I'm not supposed to worry.

I've got to play Michigan tomorrow.

Did you take your vitamins today?

Yeah. We get knocked around

all season.

We need a little bit of-

how do you do?

Hello, butch.

That's Wally Myers.

Has butch been coming here, too?

Get out of here, halfback.

I've got to get dressed.

Ellen, are you excited

about seeing the great Ferguson again?

He just drove up to the beta house.

Did you see him?

No. The kids were telling me.

Has he still got his hair?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him for six years,

but we'll soon find out.

Say, is he coming here?

Yes. Come back and meet him.

You can tell him

about the game tomorrow.

Gee, thanks.

No one can tell Joe Ferguson

anything about a football game.

He's all-time all-American.

Maybe I can pick him up.

Thanks, Mrs. Turner. I'll see you later.

Does he mean that now

Joe belongs to the ages,

like Lincoln?

Mm-hmm. In a way.

Well, I suppose he has passed

into legend.

I used to admire him myself,

almost.

Ellen, weren't you engaged to him once?

Not officially- just for fun.

Baby, that can be dangerous, too.

I think we'd better go upstairs

and get dressed ourselves.

I shaved and showered this afternoon.

Aren't you going to wear your new suit?

I don't like to wear new suits.

They're too full of creases and mortgages.

It's free and clear.

I sent them a check.

Where did you get the money?

Never mind.

Tommy, you're getting to act

like an old married man.

What did I do now?

I can remember you used to walk behind me

and look at my legs.

We've been married six years.

It's high time

you were looking at my legs.

Tommy, Dean Damon phoned.

What did he want?

I don't know.

Oh, I bet I know. I saw him this morning.

It looks like a full professorship.

Oh, Tommy, how wonderful!

We didn't think you'd get it

for another two years.

It's $350 more a year, too.

It's 500.

They'll certainly give you

the full minimum.

That's right-500. I'm no piker.

Oh, Tommy!

Have I got ways for spending that.

You don't call that a $500 kiss, do you?

That's better.

I think I'll get you a mink coat this winter.

Come here and thank me properly

for the mink coat.

We haven't got time.

Have the trustees voted on it yet?

Not yet, but it's just a formality.

It's lucky we're having ed Keller for dinner tonight.

Why do we have to have ed Keller?

He's only the most important trustee,

and Joe has to have someone

to talk football with.

Ed's practically his closest friend here.

He put Joe through college.

You can stand the kellers one night.

After what Keller did to Don Chapman,

it's all I can do to-

I wonder why men look so funny

in their underwear.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't think anybody would

laugh out loud at that picture-

a quiet chuckle, perhaps.

Wonder what Joe Ferguson

looks like in his underwear.

Hey!

Not that I've seen him in it.

It's just an academic question.

Well, I hope all you ever get

is an academic answer.

Well, that's all I want.

I hardly remember what he looks like.

Oh, Tommy, i'm so happy for you.

You couldn't have been promoted

on a better day.

You know what day this is, don't you?

Friday, isn't it?

Yes, but isn't it somebody's birthday?

No. Cleota's birthday isn't until Wednesday.

I tell you what.

You look very pretty tonight.

I think I'll take you out somewhere after dinner

and show you off.

We're all going out together

after the rally.

I mean just the two of us.

Remember how Joe always horned in

on our dinner dates?

I don't believe we had one

that he didn't come over to the table

and diagram the Washington monument play

or something on the tablecloth

with a pencil.

Statue of Liberty play, darling.

He was always coming. I never saw him going.

Clumsy guy-

always knocking knives and forks

on the floor.

He wasn't clumsy.

He was very graceful.

He was a swell dancer.

Tommy, you've been stealing

my matchboxes again.

They're for guests.

I remember when he had

the first and last dance with you

that last time we went dancing together.

Phi psi Christmas dance.

No. It was the may dance.

Remember how it rained?

I remember that I had

the last dance with Joe

because you disappeared somewhere.

I was watching from behind some ferns.

They played begin the beguine

and who.

It was a lovely night, wasn't it?

No. It poured down.

You and Joe were dancing

out on the terrace when it started.

You both got soaked,

but you kept right on dancing.

Oh... yes. I remember.

My dress was ruined.

You were shining wet like Venus and triton.

Why didn't you cut in?

Oh, I had a cold.

Besides, my feet hurt.

No! The new, blue, paid-for suit!

Oh...

You didn't remember that night, huh?

Yes, I remember.

Oh. Blue.

What's the matter with you?

Mike!

Look, Mike. No hands!

Eee!

Why won't you let me take you

to the football rally?

Give me one good reason.

Football rally? Orgiastic frenzy.

Might as well go to a cannibalistic conclave.

Well, we can go to that afterwards.

Hot garters, I think you're funny.

Well, so long.

Michael, I think you're c-u-t-e.

Miss gardner-

Michael! Michael Barnes!

Oh, hello, pat.

Are you taking both me

and miss gardner to dinner?

Hi, pat.

Hello, hot garters.

Think you're s-m-a-r-t, don't you?

I'm not taking anyone to dinner just now.

I've just been pacing

up and down here.

I got a call to go

to Dean Damon's house.

Oh, I got to go.

Michael, what have you done now?

Yes. Sure. I'll come over.

Who? Oh, Ellen?

Oh, yes, Dr. Damon, in just a minute.

Dr. Damon wants us to come over.

What for?

I don't know.

That seems silly

when they're both coming over here.

When the head of the English department

says come, we go.

Oh, yes. Come in. Come in.

Sit down, won't you?

You know, Michael, when I was your age,

I, too, was the campus rebel.

Therefore, I think you should know

that any excuse you can offer me now

I probably used 45 years ago.

It didn't work then, and I regret to say

I cannot allow it to work now.

Yes, sir.

You both look pretty grim.

What's happened?

Michael has written another

of his fiery editorials.

This is the college literary magazine,

which comes out tomorrow.

Perhaps, to save time,

one of us should read it aloud.

Sit down.

"When this so-called university

"forces such men out of its faculty

"as professor Kennedy, professor Sykes,

"and professor Chapman

"because they've been ignorantly called reds,

"it surrenders its right

"to be called a seat of learning.

"It admits that it is nothing more nor less

"than a training school for bond salesmen,

"farmers, real-estate dealers,

"and ambulance chasers.

"It announces to the world

that its faculty is subservient-"

I didn't mean you,

of course, Dr. Damon.

"That its faculty is subservient

"to its trustees

"and that its trustees

"represent a political viewpoint

"which must finally emerge

"under its proper name,

which is fascism."

Oh, Michael, there you go again.

Wait till you hear

where he's actually gone.

"Those professors were not reds.

"They were distinguished liberals.

"Let us thank god that we still have

"one man left who is going ahead,

"teaching what he believes

should be taught."

Who's that?

You read it, Thomas.

"He is not afraid to bring up

"even the sacco- vanzetti case.

"He is going to read to his classes

"on the same day

"vanzetti's last statement

and Lincoln's letter to Mrs. Bixby."

I do hope we're not alienating

the many friends of Abraham Lincoln.

"The hounds of bigotry and reaction

"will, of course, be set upon the trail

"of this courageous teacher,

"but they will find him

brave as a tigress."

Is that a misprint, Michael?

Oh, yes, sir.

"Our hats are off

"to professor Thomas Turner

of the English department."

That's all.

Tommy!

You might have consulted me, Michael.

Oh, Michael, you fool.

They'll kick you and Tommy out of school.

I'm not going to ask you in.

You'll just have to hang there

with the rest of the roses.

I'm sorry, but-

you never told me

you were going to bring up

the sacco-vanzetti case, Tommy.

Why were you

going to read this letter, Thomas?

It's a fine example of English composition,

and I'm teaching a class in English composition.

It's an obscure class. I don't want publicity.

I told this to you as a friend.

I just want to be let alone.

You don't want to get Tommy

kicked out of school, do you, Michael?

No. I didn't think of that.

I just thought Mr. Turner

was the only man left who'd read

whatever he wanted to to his classes.

I thought he was the only man

who'd stand up to these stadium builders.

I'm not standing up to anyone, Michael.

I'm not challenging anyone.

It's an innocent little piece

I wanted to read.

Hello. Yes?

Hello. Doc Damon? Ed Keller.

How are you?

Listen, I just came out

of a trustees' meeting.

You remember those three reds

we bounced off the faculty?

We just turned down their appeal.

Can't afford to have any radicals around here

while we're paying for the stadium.

That's too bad.

What do you mean?

I mean, too bad you haven't paid

for the stadium.

I don't hear too good over the phone.

This is why I called you.

We're making a cleanup.

I'm calling the heads of all departments.

Be on the lookout for reds.

We'll kick them so far

it will take three weeks to fly them back.

Can't find any reds, get after the pinks.

What shade shall I stop at?

Stop at nothing.

Here I am, preparing for a fine, dignified weekend,

and I got to worry about reds.

Got me all upset.

Got to take something for my nerves.

All right, Damon. Good-bye.

And remember what I told you.

Good-bye, Mr. Keller.

I suppose you heard every word.

Down to the last drop.

You can't read that letter.

Michael, you have to change that editorial.

I can't.

The magazines were run off the presses

last night.

They go on sale in the morning.

There, you see? Oh! Aah!

Oh!

Are you hurt, pat?

Oh... oh, no. I'm fine.

I'm just tangled.

I'm sorry, Mr. Turner.

I guess I just got carried away.

I know, Michael.

Sometimes when I see that light

in your eye, I wish

I could be carried away, too.

Yes, sir. I'll go see about pat.

Are you disappointed, Tommy?

Oh, it's all right.

I'll read it later on

after this fuss has quieted down-

say, in the spring.

It will still be dangerous.

Yes, I guess it would.

I know I'm not a tiger,

but I don't like to be thought of

as a pussycat, either.

Hurt yourself much, pat?

I don't know you well enough

to go into details.

You needn't wait any longer, Michael.

I'm staying here for supper.

Aw, swell. Fine.

I wonder what hot garters

is doing tonight.

Well, if she's studying, it's biology.

Signals-85, 34,

22!

Why, it's Joe.

Hep!

Bravo, Joe!

Hello, Joe! Joe!

Give him a chance to kick the goal.

Oh.

Tommy, you've got your old brown shoes on.

You sneak in and change to your other pair.

You don't want Joe Ferguson

to see you looking like that.

And, Tommy,

don't try to be a tiger

in front of ed Keller.

I won't.

I'm scared of these neanderthal men.

I'll talk about football.

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

The big bad wolf, the big bad wolf?*

Joe!

Joe!

Ellen!

How are you, baby?

Oh, boy, you look great.

You're younger and prettier than ever.

If I was a braver man,

I'd kiss you.

Doggone it, I will kiss you.

Well, Joe-

it's nice to see you, Joe.

Oh, gosh, this is swell.

Where's the great Thomas?

He's in the house getting dressed.

Here's your coat.

Oh, thanks, Wally.

Wally, I forgot to ask you,

who's in at the other half?

Wierasocka.

He's a beta from Oregon.

Come in.

Say, this is really very-

stalenkowiecz is laid up.

They think he's got whooping cough.

I don't like this warm weather.

Come over and sit down, Joe.

I got 1,000 fish on that game.

I think it's safe, Mr. Ferguson,

but I wish we had you.

Stalenkowiecz, wierasocka, Myers,

and whirling Joe Ferguson.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Do they still call you whirling Joe?

Oh, sure. Say, Ellen-

he was the greatest open-field runner

there ever was.

Joe, why haven't you been back before?

You made Pete strange look like a cripple.

They say you're not so bad.

Say, Ellen-

I'm just fair. That's all.

This is what grantland rice said.

Well, that's very... interesting.

"Not since the days of whirling Joe Ferguson-"

do you have anything to do?

Not till next year.

The coach wants me

to help with the backfield,

but there's no money in it.

Hello, Joe. Nice to see you again.

Tommy!

Tommy, old man, how are you?

Fine, thanks.

Boy, you look great.

Teaching must be good for you.

Ellen looks like a million bucks.

That reminds me. I came laden with gifts.

Nice block, Wally.

These are just

a few flowering weeds.

Oh, thank you, Joe.

They're lovely.

Tommy, will you call cleota?

Oh, sure. Cleota!

Cleota!

It's fun getting flowers-

very festive.

I remembered the great day.

You don't think i'd forget your birthday.

You never used to.

Tommy brought me

flowering weeds, too, for my birthday.

Yes. I got her a few little-

oh, for your...

Oh, yes.

Not such nice ones, though, I'm afraid.

I'm a lucky man.

Yes, Mrs. Turner?

Cleota, can you find something for these?

I'll have to put them in the sink

with that ice.

I'll make the drinks.

All right, dear.

How have you been, Joe?

Fine except for sinus trouble.

How's Brenda?

I meant to ask before.

Fine. We're being divorced, you know.

Oh, but I didn't know.

Oh, Joe, I'm sorry.

Well, there's nothing to worry about.

It's just one of those things.

What's the matter?

Joe and his wife are breaking up.

Oh, that's too bad.

Oh, no. It's all fine.

We're both taking it in our stride.

I took her to dinner last week

along with her new boyfriend.

Wasn't that rather complicated?

You're just not up-to-date.

It's the modern way

of doing things.

Sure. Take it in your stride.

Ellen, I just can't keep my eyes off you.

Oh, hey, this is

a nice, big old place you have here.

You own it?

No. We rent from a bank.

Excuse me.

I hope that's ed, the old scoundrel.

Hello, Ellen.

Come in. Come in.

Hello, darling. Hello, Mr. Turner.

Hello.

Hello, Wally.

You must know Joe Ferguson. Joe!

Ha!

Oh! This is Joe.

I thought that you were-

this is Mrs. Damon, Joe.

Yes. How are you?

You must remember Dean Damon.

Yes. Nice to see you again, sir.

Go into the library.

It's the barroom tonight.

Used to be the dining room.

I remember you

not only from the gridiron,

but from my Shakespeare class.

You slept very quietly.

I never did finish reading Hamlet.

I always wondered how that came out.

Hello, Dr. Damon.

Thank you.

Thank you, dear.

I'll run along. Have a nice party.

Good-bye, Mrs. Damon.

Glad to have met you, Joe-

uh, Mr. Ferguson.

Take it easy, old man.

Don't break a leg on me.

I got 1,000 fish on that game.

You going already?

Yeah. I have to keep in training.

I have to keep in training for you.

Why, you darn fool! It's Wally Myers!

I'm sorry, Wally. Mighty clumsy of me.

Hope you ain't hurt.

Not hurt at all.

Well, take care of that arm, boy.

Where's Joe? Where is he?

Ah, where is he?

Jody!

Aah!

Ah...

You old rascal.

You old son of a gun.

Myrt, how are you?

Oh, gosh, it's good to see you, myrt.

I'm glad to see you, too.

You're looking swell, ed, old boy.

This is swell. How are you, Jody?

I'm great- never better.

You're putting on a little weight.

What's happened to your crowning glory?

Oh, worry, real estate, worry.

I'm lucky I got any left.

Quiet down, ed, for goodness sakes.

Are we late, Ellen?

Not at all.

How long has it been, ed?

Six or seven years, isn't it?

Six years, anyway.

Will you break it up

and say hello to people?

It's swell to have the old whirler back.

Say, this is Ellen's birthday.

How about a little toast?

Oh, happy birthday, Ellen.

For she's a jolly good fellow

that nobody can deny*

hore doves?

Beg your pardon?

Let's drink one toast

to the big red team.

The big red team.

The big red team, the big red team

who's afraid of the big red-*

what's that?

Tommy!

What did I do?

You better eat something.

Those drinks are strong.

I'm doing all right, honey.

How's everything in Detroit, Joe?

I don't know. I'm in Pittsburgh.

Well, how's everything in Pittsburgh?

Patricia,

where may I powder my nose?

Oh, me, too.

I'll show you.

Tell me, myrtle- how is your sister?

They took a stone out of her

as big as a walnut.

She can't weigh over 90 pounds.

They cut poor old Mrs. Wilmot open

for the same trouble and didn't find a thing.

They looked everywhere.

What was the trouble?

Dr. Damon, we men on the board of trustees

are certainly glad this red scare's over.

No doubt, you are.

We've got them pretty well cleaned out.

You take this professor Chapman.

He was nothing but a darn bolshevik.

No, he wasn't.

Don Chapman's a humanist.

How do you know he wasn't a red?

He spent his vacation

in Soviet Russia once.

He just went to see the drama festival.

It's a long ways to go for a show.

How did it happen you were friendly

with a fellow like that?

Don and I were-

supper's served.

Out to the terrace, everybody.

Outside? Where's my fur coat?

Ha ha! It's Indian summer.

Anyway, it's only a salad.

We're going out to eat afterwards.

What was you saying?

Ed, we don't want to miss that rally.

Right. I haven't missed

a Michigan rally in 17 years.

Discretion, my boy, discretion.

What makes you think

there was something suspicious

about Hector's stomach?

Well, his family wouldn't allow a post-mortem.

Not even after he was dead?

Yes, sir.

That's my chair, ed.

All you men at one table.

These two want to talk.

Go over there and finish your organ recital.

Oh, you! Ha ha!

Patricia, where's Michael Barnes this evening?

Frederick tells me

he's written a remarkable editorial.

Do be careful, Frederick.

Barnes? Barnes? Who's he?

Michael couldn't come tonight.

He doesn't like-

doesn't like what?

Doesn't like parties!

I'm always so interested in the literary magazine.

What was the editorial, Patricia?

Eat your supper, my dear.

Remember Mr. Keller...

Has to get to the rally.

What's the matter with you?

Shh.

Who is this Barnes?

What's going on over there?

Nothing, really.

What's all the shushing about?

As long as it's come up,

we might as well tell Mr. Keller.

He'll read about it tomorrow.

I told Michael I was going to read something

to my English class.

He had a mistaken idea and wrote-

a silly little editorial.

Oh. What was it Barnes said you were going to read-

anything important?

It's a beautifully written piece of English

by bartolomeo vanzetti.

Never heard of him.

Hey.

You don't mean vanzetti

of sacco and vanzetti?

Yes, it's the same man.

It's part of a series.

I read many such letters to my classes.

Letters written by anarchists?

No, no.

Letters by men who are not professional writers,

like Lincoln, general sherman, and-

well, it's a darn good thing

you changed your mind.

Putting Lincoln and general sherman

in a class with vanzetti

wouldn't look very good.

Wait. Is this thing going to be printed-

this editorial?

We discovered it too late to stop.

You mean this kid didn't submit it

to the publications committee?

Unfortunately, no.

Ellen, Mrs. Damon and I

will have to be running along.

Yes, I... I have a committee meeting.

What committee meeting?

Come, blanche.

Oh! That one.

Huh.

I'll call the papers in the morning.

No. I'll take care of it.

This is really a faculty matter, Mr. Keller.

Oh, no! You fellas are too wishy-washy.

We found that out in the Chapman case.

Americanism is what we want taught here.

Well, americanism's all right with me.

Sure, but how do you define americanism?

Why, americanism is, uh-uh-

everybody knows what americanism is!

What do you believe in?

Well, I...

I believe a college should be concerned with ideas-

not just your ideas or my ideas, but all ideas.

No, sir. That's the trouble.

There's too darn many ideas floating around.

You put ideas of any kind into young people's heads,

and the first thing you know,

they start believing them!

Oh, on the contrary.

I've been putting ideas

into young people's heads

for 42 years...

With, uh...

No visible result whatever.

Come, Freddy.

Good night. A lovely party.

I'll show them out.

Turner, think twice before you read anything.

I'll promise the trustees will clamp down

on any professor that tries anything funny.

I'm telling you that for your own good.

Let's break this thing up.

I thought we were going to have some fun.

Ed, let's talk business in the bar.

All right.

You're always making speeches during dinner.

No wonder your stomach's a mess.

Tom.

Tommy, have you had too much to drink?

No, not enough.

Your eyes have that funny look.

Did you hear what he said?

I don't like to be talked to like that.

Just because he got nasty and you've had a few-

you're not going to read that letter?

Yes, Ellen, I think I have to... Monday morning.

Tommy! Try to be practical for once.

Try to think of this the way any other man would think of it.

I'm not any other man.

Well, try to be.

Do you think Joe would get himself into trouble

just because somebody irritated him?

Joe? Why don't you try to understand the way I feel?

I'm trying to keep you out of trouble.

I don't see why-

but you see how Joe feels about it.

That's very plain to you.

Yes! Joe wouldn't get all mixed up.

I'm not all mixed up.

I'm trying to understand

what goes on in your mind.

It can't be like Joe Ferguson's.

I go through such a lot with your mind!

You wouldn't if you understood it.

Oh, I'm too dumb for you.

Ellen, I didn't say that.

You said Joe and I were stupid.

I didn't say you were. I said he was.

But he's not. He's a big man.

In some ways, he's smarter than you.

Well, you ought to know!

Oh, Tommy, what are we fighting about?

You said I was dumb!

You've had too much to drink,

or you wouldn't say that.

No, I haven't, but I don't feel very well.

I feel very unhappy and slightly sick.

I'll get some bicarbonate of soda.

No, you won't.

I'll go lie down for a few minutes.

I can do that much.

Let's not bring this down to the level

of bicarbonate of soda.

Tommy, I didn't - I didn't...

Is anything the matter?

Oh, Tommy doesn't feel very well.

He got sick once before at a party.

He isn't accustomed to drinking,

and he's very sensitive.

Cleota, will you get Mr. Turner some bicarbonate?

Yes, ma'am, I sure will.

What was that between him and ed?

It's nothing. I'll tell you tomorrow.

Fine. Say, Ellen, look what I found.

It's who. Remember that?

Mm-hmm.

Who

stole my heart away?

Who

makes me dream all day?

Dreams I know can never be true

seems...

Gee, that takes me back.

The may dance. Remember that?

Uh-huh. It rained.

You said you didn't know it was raining.

I know I didn't.

I'm a little rusty, Joe.

I haven't danced in I can't remember when.

It makes me feel... good.

Then what are we stopping for? Come on.

Well, all right.

Well, you ought to guess who

who?

No one but you*

I can answer all of those questions.

No one but you.

Oh, please, Joe, i-

say, what's happened to me, anyhow?

All right.

Ed! Come away from those cookies!

You've had enough.

All right, myrtle, all right.

Look, ed. Just like the old days, isn't it?

Seeing them dancing together.

I'll say. They make a good-looking couple.

She dances like a dream.

A dream that never comes true, huh?

You look mighty sweet in there.

Tommy.

Are you all right?

Sure, I'm all right.

Don't let me spoil the party.

Sure, I'm fine.

You look kind of green.

I put my old coat on.

There's no sense in being sick in a new suit.

Who's this for, Ellen?

Tommy. Tommy?

Come on, Joe.

What's that?

Oh!

It's the team, the band, and lots of kids.

Doesn't that take you back?

Rah, rah, rah!

Fight, fight, fight!

Yay!

Hey, there he is!

Hi, Joe!

Mr. Ferguson, we brought the band

to escort you to the chapel.

You're riding in the axline buggy.

The old axline buggy.

We took it from the trophy room. What do you say?

Hey! Come on!

The carriage waits, Mr. Ferguson.

This is nutsy Miller, the bandleader.

How are you, nutsy?

Hiya, Joe.

What do you say, Ellen?

You ride with me.

Well, i-no!

Tommy doesn't feel well.

Go ahead. I'll be over later.

It won't be fun without you.

All right! Hooray!

Come on! Hit her, ed. Hit her, Wally.

For when we win the game

we'll buy a keg of booze

and we'll drink to old midwestern

till we wobble in our shoes

oh, we don't give a darn

for the whole state of Michigan

the whole state of Michigan, the whole state of Michigan

oh, we don't give a darn

for the whole state of Michigan

now or evermore*

We're assured a victory with the big red team.

Touchdown tomorrow...

And a winning touchdown

in the Rose bowl with the big red team!

We want victory!

Victory!

Victory for the big red team!

Folks, I'm going to introduce you

to a man who needs no introduction.

A 100% right guy

and a great coach-

Bob sprague!

Well, I'll make it short and sweet, fellas.

All I got to say is that tomorrow,

we'll go out there and fight!

Hey! What's the matter with you two guys?

Got glue on your pants?

Rah.

Next, we'll hear from captain Wally meyers.

Well, all I got to say is

that we're going out there tomorrow and fight!

Well, fellas, the time's getting short,

so I'm going to point out the team to you,

man by man.

Our team!

Simovich!

Rah!

Marionelli!

Rah!

Marionowski!

Rah!

Lindstrom!

Rah!

Wierasocka!

Rah!

Kreplach!

Rah!

Skolosky!

Rah!

Caliano!

Rah!

Maneschewitz!

Kolinski!

And Jones!

Jones?

The substitute.

Folks,

we've all heard

from the all-American, all-time immortal

"whirling" Joe Ferguson tonight...

But he tells me now

he wants to introduce somebody to you.

"Whirling" Joe Ferguson!

Fellas, folks,

six years ago,

when we won the conference championship...

We had a little girl cheerleader

who cheered us on to victory.

You know her. She's been with you ever since.

She's just as young and pretty as ever.

It would be a good omen

if we asked her to lead us in a cheer.

Ellen Turner!

Well?

I don't have to stand up this time, buddy!

That's my wife.

Oh, yeah?

All right, gang! Come on!

Scalawag!

Walawag!

Walawag, gag!

Scalawag! Walawag! Walawag, gag!

Big red team! Big red team!

Brag, brag, brag!

Big red team! Big red team!

Brag, brag, brag!

T- u-r-n-e-r!

Yay, Mrs. Turner!

I have a telegram here...

From big Sam stalenkowiecz.

Sam's in the hospital.

This telegram is addressed to his team.

This is what Sam says to his teammates.

Ahem.

"Get out there...

"Tomorrow...

And fight!"

Oh, boy. That was great.

Now we'll all go to the Dixie house

and have a steak and French fries and wine-

all on me.

You'd be a pretty sight.

What? Oh, I don't mean-

I get it. A kidder, eh?

Tommy, let's. They have a New York band tonight,

and we'll dance till morning.

I don't feel so high- headache.

You'll be passing our house.

Drop me off. I'll just turn in.

You don't want people to think

you're a wet blanket.

They think I'm a red now.

A wet blanket's a step up, socially.

All right, go home and go to bed.

This is homecoming, and it's my birthday,

and Joe and I are going to have some fun.

We're going to conga, aren't we?

Well, maybe Tommy doesn't...

Want us to conga.

Can you rumba, too, Joe?

Sure. I'm the boy from Brazil, but i-

this is our house.

Good night.

Tommy, wait! Just a minute, Joe.

Tommy, I won't go if you don't want me to.

I want you to. You go on and dance.

I'm not crazy about the way you want me to.

No, I'll stay here. You need another bicarb.

I got a headache, that's all.

Go on and have fun.

Come on. What are we waiting for?

Well...

Well, all right.

Good night, Tommy.

Take a hot-water bottle to bed with you.

It's nice of you

to arrange for a substitute.

We don't give a darn for...

The whole state of Michigan

we don't give a darn

for the whole state of Michigan...

Oh, boy, have I got a headache.

They dance so well together.

Who?

Who.

That's what they dance so well together to.

What?

Yes, who.

Now I've got a headache.

Well, I'm going home. Good night, Mr. Turner.

Good night, Michael.

Oh, uh, you seen pat?

Who?

No. I'm not going all through that again.

Good night.

All right, all right.

Rah, rah, rah.

Ferguson, Ferguson, Ferguson.

Who

stole my heart away?

Who

makes me dream all day?

Dreams I know can never be true

seems as though I'll ever be blue

who

means my happiness

who...

Right here, page four.

What's got into this literary magazine-legs?

Professor Turner's out on a limb.

"It announces to the world

that its faculty is subservient to its trustees... "

"And that its trustees-"

that's us, gentlemen-

"represent a political viewpoint...

Which is fascism!"

Picture, Mrs. Turner?

No, you can't take a picture of me.

I don't know where he is, boys, and-

oh, Dr. Damon!

Oh, good morning, Ellen.

Good morning, Dr. Damon.

I was coming to your house.

Please don't tell Tommy.

Please don't tell Mrs. Damon.

Have you seen Tommy anywhere?

No.

I'm worried. When I got up, he was gone.

I usually hear him-

I guess he didn't gargle today.

Is that the literary magazine?

It's a powder magazine. Bombs are bursting all around.

It's been a trying morning.

I haven't had such a day

since Dr. Prendergast shot his secretary.

It's a balanced line, see?

Ah!

Move those two men farther out.

The coach gave me this play

in the strictest confidence.

Come in, Ellen.

We got it all laid out, see?

Study this play carefully, or you won't know it

when you see it this afternoon.

Now, this is Michigan, and this is midwestern.

From a balanced line, we shift.

1, 2! Oh!

Wally replaces skolosky, the left end,

only he plays out a little more.

Isn't Wally going to carry the ball?

Shh.

Michigan spreads out.

They're watching that wide end.

That's too obvious, so they're watching

the other side of the line, too.

What's going on here?

Shh. The ball is snapped back.

Here we are, both of us fading back,

but threatening a left-end run and a forward pass!

But who are you?

Well, I'm both of them.

I'm lindstrom and wierasocka.

Skolosky cuts down the left sideline

and takes out wupperman- the jam pot.

Wally is running wide around right end,

faking like he's got the ball

but hasn't really got it...

Apparently.

Now Michigan has its charge again

on lindstrom and wierasocka,

trying to figure out which one's got the ball.

Wally lets himself out. He's really got it!

Hooray!

It's a fake fake.

It's an old play, but it's so corny

only a football genius like coach sprague would use it.

Now, with no interference at all,

Wally cuts in, runs down the right side,

straight-arms the safety, and touchdown!

Hooray!

Whoopee!

How did you like it?

I think it's nice.

Nice? It's wonderful!

That play will put us in the Rose bowl!

Did I ever show you the statue of Liberty play?

Mm-hmm.

You see, pat, it was like this.

I'd fade back to throw a pass.

Jonesy, the halfback, would take it out of my hand,

swing around, and cut in over tackle.

Then I'd fa-

Patricia! I found out what she wants in life-

a handsome, half-witted halfback.

Well, I suppose it's just as well.

Yes, Michael, it is.

Take a good look at yourself

10 years from now-

teaching school,

maybe earning an extra $5.00 on the side

writing a book review.

You'd better let Wally have her.

He'll be good for her.

I don't believe in self-sacrifice.

It's too old-fashioned.

That's right.

It's much better just to walk out

or make her so mad that she walks out.

Yes.

That's it.

Much better for everyone.

Huh?

Good-bye, Michael.

Come back in about an hour, will you?

We'll figure something out

about this trustee business.

Hello. Who's that? The hospital?

It's the nurse.

How's stalenkowiecz?

He has periodic hypothyroid.

That's bad, huh?

It's terrible.

Yes, ma'am, that is bad.

Good-bye, you little two bucks.

Fare you well.

Mm-mmm.

Where'd you come from, Mr. Turner?

What are you doing with my cream pitcher?

It's a by-product of the statue of Liberty.

Come again?

It's a symbol, cleota.

Maybe it is.

It sure ain't no cream pitcher no more.

It certainly ain't.

Hello, darling.

I thought I heard your voice.

Hello.

Well, I'm glad you remembered where you live.

I was beginning to be worried.

Where have you been?

Oh, just walking.

All this time?

I peeked in here a while ago.

Joe was doing the statue of Liberty or something.

I went away again.

You were right here, and you went away?

I couldn't face that right now-

not the statue of Liberty.

Well, the phone's been ringing all day.

We're besieged by reporters. Ed's furious.

There will be a lot of trouble

if you don't hurry up and deny Michael's story,

or have you done it?

No, I didn't deny it.

You've made up your mind to read it.

That's why you've been walking around.

Tommy, I don't know what to say to you.

Maybe you've said enough already.

That isn't very kind.

No. None of this is going to sound very kind,

but I figured out what I want to say...

And I've got to get it out

before I get all mixed up.

I don't see why you're being so mean.

It's just that last night,

I began to see you and myself

clearly for the first time.

Oh, you saw him kiss me.

I thought that was it.

No. No, I didn't.

Did he kiss you?

That's fine.

Um, I've been meaning to ask you.

What became of housman's last poems?

Tommy, listen to me.

I wanted to have a good time last night.

You spoiled it.

Didn't you enjoy it at all?

Yes, I did. I'm not 100 years old yet.

I just decided to quit worrying about you

and have a little fun.

For about an hour, I felt like I was 19 again,

wearing flowers at a spring dance

when I was young and silly.

Young and happy!

All right. He kissed me! I kissed him, too.

We didn't go out in the dark to do it.

I hope you didn't lend that book to anybody.

It was a first edition.

Did you hear what I said?

Sure, I heard. I'm listening.

You said you went in the dark and kissed Joe!

I said no such thing. You know it!

I wish we had separate bookplates.

Tommy, I want you to stop this.

If you want to be jealous, be jealous.

Rave or throw things, but don't act

like the lead in a senior-class play.

I'm trying to tell you

I don't care what you do.

I'm trying to tell you I think it's fine!

It's lucky he came back now.

What do you mean?

On my salary, I can go along fine alone,

reading whatever I want to my classes.

That's what I want. That's what I'll do!

Oh, that's what you want.

Suddenly, that's what you want...

More than me.

It's not so sudden.

It's no more sudden that your feeling for Joe.

It's-it's logical.

It's just-

it's just logical, that's all!

We get in each other's way.

You're always wearing yourself out picking up after me,

taking matchboxes out of my pocket...

Disarranging my whole way of life.

His

till Joe came along?

I thought you were jealous of Joe.

I could understand that.

But you aren't in the least bit aroused

at the idea of his kissing me...

Out in the dark for hours.

No, I'm not!

Oh, so that's why you've been wandering around.

That's what you've been figuring out-

how nice it would be

if he were to take me off your hands

so you would be left alone with your books

and your matchboxes and your litter!

I suppose any man would do as well as Joe.

Oh, he's not just any man, and you know that.

He's always been in love with you,

and you've always been in love with him.

That's ridiculous!

I felt it when I saw you dancing together.

It was unmistakable. You've just admitted it.

You can't be jealous now

just because you think I want you to be!

I saw you dancing together like angels.

I saw you going out together

in that ridiculous carriage.

I saw you together years ago

when I was young enough and dumb enough

to believe I really took you away from him.

There's something that happens

when you two dance together

that doesn't happen when we dance together!

All right! Have it your way.

If you want to be free, then I want to be free.

And I've been going around for years

mooning about Joe.

Well, maybe I have. Maybe I have!

Because I'm certainly sick of you right now!

Never mind! All right, all right, all right!

Oh, i-I'm sorry if i-

hello, Joe.

Hello.

Well, I stalled off those reporters.

I thought it might be a good idea

if I took them a drink out to the car.

Maybe a coke. You want one?

No. You and Ellen have a coke.

Oh, well, in that case,

maybe you'll have something else.

I sure know how it is to be bothered

with those newspaper guys.

Here, Ellen.

You want to drink a toast, Joe,

to Tommy's happiness?

Sure.

Well, Tommy, your happiness.

Hey, what's the matter? What's it all about?

Look, maybe I can talk to ed to fix this-

no. I don't want that.

I want to run my own life my own way.

That's what it's all about.

Tommy wants to live alone.

What?

He wants to be left alone.

I beg your pardon.

Us-Tommy and me, we're breaking up.

Just before the game?

Why, you're both crazy.

Maybe I'd better go.

Not at all.

You're not exactly a stranger around here.

You knew Ellen as long ago as I did.

I knew her a long time before you did.

This is a heck of a way to treat her.

Yes, I know. I was just saying

I barged in and took her away from you.

You didn't have anything to do with it.

She got sore at me on account of another girl.

Oh, that's where I came in.

She said she hated me, never wanted to see me again.

She threw something at me.

I did not.

Well, you got awful mad.

I thought you never did want to see me again.

I guess I was dumb, huh?

Brenda says that showed you liked me.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, don't mind me.

Who's Brenda? Another girl?

My wife.

Oh. Sorry.

Well, Ellen knows her. She's from Cleveland.

Brenda's always been kind of jealous of Ellen.

She found a picture of you.

What picture?

I gave him a picture.

He wouldn't give it back.

You were wearing that big floppy hat.

It was red.

Blue.

It had ribbons, made you look like you were 16.

I've never seen it.

I threw them all away.

It kind of came down over one eye.

Yes. She looks nice in hats like that.

Yeah.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Now look what you've done.

Look what you've done,

bringing up old floppy blue hats.

She doesn't like to be touched when she's crying.

I've seen her cry. I know what to do.

Oh, you do?

When we fought about the girl,

she lay on the floor, kicking and crying.

I did not!

You be careful what you say!

I picked her up that time.

Well, you're not going to pick her up now!

Will you please go away?

Let me alone! Go away!

Yeah. She wants you to go away.

I don't blame her, either,

if this is the way you treat her.

I won't stand for this, then or now.

What will you do?

Take her out of this. It isn't nice.

You've certainly messed things up, brother.

Don't call me brother. I can't stand that now.

If Ellen weren't here, i'd call you worse than brother.

I'm not going to be here.

Will you please stop, both of you?

Nobody's said a word about what I want to do.

Oh, no! You're going to settle it between yourselves,

bandying me back and forth!

Nobody's bandying you, Ellen.

I know when I'm being bandied.

I don't want either of you.

Please let me out of here!

Oh!

Don't help me!

You can both go to blazes!

I can't even run up the stairs dignified!

She means me.

She said both of us.

She was looking at me.

Say, how did we get into this, anyway?

You rumbaed into it.

You kissed your way into it.

I'm sorry that happened.

You're just sorry I found out.

Do you know anything about women?

Didn't you know what she was thinking about?

I don't think when I'm dancing.

I know. You think in your office.

She likes to be thought about.

I did. I remembered her birthday. I brought flowers.

You'll have to keep bringing her presents,

birthday or not- fur coats and things.

She's still young and pretty.

Say, I don't get you.

I'm just being broad-minded, that's all.

What makes me think you're still crazy about her

and are up to something?

Don't be acute. I couldn't stand your being acute.

Well, I'm not dumb.

Yes, you are.

Well, that's aside from the point.

This thing is too deep for jealousy

or anything but honesty.

A woman must not go on living with a man

when she dances better with another man.

Well, that's silly. That's the silliest-

dancing doesn't mean everything.

The way you do, it does,

the thing that happens to you,

the lights you give off.

Light?

These things are too subtle for you,

but I've made some study of them.

Maybe this studying is bad for you.

All I want to know is whether you felt

the same thing she felt last night.

It felt fine.

Oh, this is goldarned embarrassing.

A man makes love to a woman,

he doesn't talk it over with her husband.

I'm just trying to be honest.

Well, what are we going to do?

You'd better go upstairs and comfort her.

She'll be expecting you.

Oh, no. Not me.

You ought to know more what to do now.

It's your house. She's still your wife.

She doesn't want to talk to me.

She's just done that.

She shouldn't be left alone right now.

Go on.

Well, all right.

What will I say?

What did you say last night when you were dancing?

Don't be a big baby.

Well, it doesn't seem right somehow

for me to go upstairs.

This is not a moment for cheap moralizing.

Oh, my aunt belinda's bustle. I'll go.

Hello, Mr. Turner.

Well, I came back, like you said.

As you said. Eh, let it go.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Well, I'm feeling much better.

I've put her out of my mind.

It's ended as simply as that.

There's a girl who could sit with you

and talk about shelley.

Well, I'm glad I found out about women.

What was that?

I'm sure I don't know.

Just some little... What were you saying?

I was saying when an issue comes up,

she reveals the true stature of her character

and goes off to hennick's

with that football player.

I saw them right in the front window

drinking cherry coke.

He uses a straw.

Yes, but he's handsome.

What is more, he whirls.

He's a hunter.

He comes home at night

with meat slung over his shoulder

while you sit drawing pictures

on the wall of your cave.

Maybe I ought to sock him with a ball-bat.

No. No, no, no.

You're a civilized man, Michael.

You're not living in the days of king Arthur

when you fought for your woman.

Nowadays, a man, his wife, and the other man

sit down, talk the whole thing over,

quietly and calmly.

Then they all go out to dinner together.

Gosh, Mr. Turner, I wish I were like you-

middle-aged, settled down,

happily married,

through with all this agony you feel

when you're young and in love.

Middle-aged?

Yes, you know, what Rupert Brooke says-

"that time when all is over... "

"And love has turned to kindliness."

Is kindliness peaceful?

Don't ask me.

What's that?

You look ruffled.

What?

What ruffled you?

Must we talk in front of this boy?

I am not a boy!

I'll see you later, Michael.

All right, but in some ways,

I'm lots older than he is.

Oh, man alive, I wish I was back in Pittsburgh.

What happened?

Well, old man, I guess you were right.

She was pretty bitter about you.

She threw something you'd given her

and broke it into a thousand pieces.

What was it?

I didn't see it till after she threw it.

Oh.

Every time she mentioned your name,

she threw something.

Kept me ducking.

I see.

Well, you want to marry Ellen, don't you?

Well, I've always liked her,

but I don't like to go through so much.

Are you sure you understand women?

Yes. What did she say when you left?

What was she doing?

Oh, she was in a terrible state.

I don't think she can go to the game.

She'll have a sick headache for days.

What do you do then?

You get her a hot-water bottle.

Cleota! Cleota!

Yes, sir?

Fill a hot-water bottle, please, right away.

There's one in the icebox or someplace.

Gee, I don't want to miss the game.

Gosh, I sort of wish stalenkowiecz

wasn't laid up, don't you?

I hadn't given it much thought.

Of course, wierasocka is all right,

but stalenkowiecz is a much better pass receiver.

Is he? Why?

I don't know why. He just is.

"Why?"

Is you got a pain?

No. Oh, thank you.

I don't suppose we ought to go and leave her.

Well, I'm not going. Here.

Oh! Ow!

Hold it by the top.

Say, won't this thing burn her?

You wrap the towel around it.

You shouldn't stay in the house alone with her,

things being the way they are.

Don't you worry about that.

I thought these things were different now

than they used to be.

What do you mean- different?

Well, I mean better-looking somehow.

Why don't you take it up to her?

Well, you said-

well, time to get started, isn't it?

What are you doing with that thing, Joe?

Uh...

He was going to lie down with it.

I was not. Here.

I don't want it.

We ought to hurry.

Have you got the tickets, Joe?

I've got them. What number is the game on?

It's 1210 on the dial.

Sure you won't go to the game?

Oh, no. How are you?

Me? I'm fine.

That's good.

It hasn't started yet, just music.

Let's go, huh? Is this yours?

Think this is warm enough?

Oh, it's very warm.

No, it isn't.

Here's your thermos, Mr. Turner.

It's a warm day anyway,

and we'll have the lap robe.

Ellen.

Yes, Tommy?

Forgot your thermos bottle.

Better make a note of this, Joe.

It gets cold in stadiums.

Ellen gets chilly sometimes

and likes hot coffee.

Did you slap her?

No! I kicked her!

Well, you must have done something.

Well, here we are on a fine afternoon...

I get her all calmed down,

and you make her cry again.

I see now what kind of life she has.

I'll take her away from all this.

Why don't you get started?

Because I got more to say to you! First-

here comes the Scarlet stampede.

Oh, they're coming out on the field.

We'll miss the kickoff, goldarn it!

In the fourth quarter of this ball game,

the score is still Michigan 14,

midwestern 9.

Our boys have to pull something out of the hat

if they want to put this ball game on ice.

We want a touchdown! We want a touchdown!

We want a touchdown!

Rah, rah, rah.

Look, I build them a new stadium,

you can always tell when a day starts out like this.

Joe, I'm worried-

there's nothing to be worried about, honey.

They haven't even tried the statue of Liberty yet

or the fake fake.

Where in the world is stalenkowiecz?

He's got the shingles or the shakes or something.

Midwestern comes up to the line of scrimmage

on their own 30-yard line.

3rd down, 9 yards to go.

Hey, look, Ellen.

Ellen, see Wally? The cream pitcher, remember?

Look! That's it!

Go, Wally!

Go!

Give it to him!

All right!

Joe, Joe, your old play!

Oh, sweetheart!

Joe!

The score is now midwestern 15,

Michigan 14.

What a play that was-

the old statue of Liberty play.

That's one for the books.

He's probably still running with that ball.

Do you know the first law of human nature?

Defense of the home...

Against prowlers and predatory... prowlers.

Do you know what the tiger does

when the sanctity of his home is jeopardized?

I know. You told me.

He talks it over with the other man,

quietly and calmly.

He does not.

Michael, sometimes I am ashamed of you.

I think we should have another drink, possibly.

All right.

Hey! Hey!

That's the way to talk to them.

Hey!

Mr. Turner, what is it?

What do you want? Oh, yes.

It's cleota. Don't be silly.

We would like to have something more to drink.

I'll make you some black coffee.

Yeah.

What did she say?

Nothing.

Where was I?

You were talking about tigers.

Oh, yes! But let us take the wolf.

What does he do?

I mean, when they come for his mate.

He tears them to pieces.

So does the leopard and the lion

and the hawk.

They tear them to pieces

without a word.

But you had it figured out

the other way around last time.

You said we should give up our women.

It's better sitting down.

All right, all right.

Michigan's ball, 1st and 10

on their own 35-yard line.

The score is still Michigan 14,

midwestern 15.

We have less than one minute to go.

Out of the huddle now.

Hey, stop him! Get him!

Get him! Wally!

Get him, Wally!

Oh, boy.

Oh, brother.

Michigan's ball on the midwestern 1 - foot line

with only seconds to play.

This is a bad spot for midwestern.

Michigan comes out of the huddle.

There's the gun! That's all!

Wildcat, rah! Wildcat, rah!

Rah, rah, wildcat!

It's over! We won!

Let us say that the tiger-

just the tiger- wakes up one morning

and finds that the wolf

has come down in the fold.

What does he-

before I tell you what he does,

I will tell you what he does not do.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

He does not expose everyone

to humiliating intellectual analysis.

No. He comes out of his corner like this.

The bull elephant in him is aroused.

No, Michael, no.

That is my point.

All animals are the same,

including the so-called human being.

We're all male animals, too.

But you said-

even the penguin. Penguin.

That little thing.

He'll stand for no monkey business

where his mate's concerned.

Oh...

I don't believe it.

There it is, in us always,

though it may be asleep.

The male animal... The mate...

When you're married long enough,

you become a mate.

Think of the sea lion for a minute.

All right.

Here is his mate,

lying in a corner of the cave

on a bed of tender boughs or something.

Now, who comes swimming quietly

in through the early morning mist,

sleek and powerful,

dancing, whirling, and throwing kisses?

Joe Ferguson.

Yes! And what do I do?

You say, "hello."

But the sea lion knows better.

He snarls. He gores.

He growls with his antlers.

He knows that love is a thing

you do something about.

He knows that it's a thing that words can kill.

You do something.

You don't just sit there.

I didn't mean you.

I hope I have made all this clear to you.

Are there any questions?

Yes, sir. Who are those strange people

looking at us?

What in the world have you been doing?

Drinking.

What for?

We were celebrating

my new-found philosophy.

Ellen, I have found myself.

I know now exactly what I have to do.

I know. We've been through all that before.

Perhaps you'd better go away for a little while.

I'm going.

I'll be down in a minute, Joe,

with my bags.

She's a little upset.

Boy, wasn't that some football game?

I'm running Wally meyers for president.

Come on.

Yes, sir, sure was some game, wasn't it?

Did you like it when Michigan went into the lead?

If Wally hadn't made that long run-

the game didn't take all that time.

Where have you been?

We stopped to talk to president Cartwright.

What for?

Because Ellen and I were making one last effort

to get you out of this mess.

Ellen and you, Ellen and you.

You would know

exactly what to do, don't you?

You guys are pie-eyed.

Did you hear that?

Yes, sir.

What's the idea of moving

all the furniture around like this?

I don't want you to break anything

when you fall.

Well, I'm not going to fall.

Oh, yes, you are.

I am going to knock you cold.

Oh, now, Tommy, let's sit down

and talk this thing over.

Talk, he says, to a man of action.

Sit down, he says,

to a tigress with her cubs.

How did you guys get so cockeyed?

I wish Ellen would hurry up.

Hey, cleota! Cleota!

Don't call for help.

I could take you and cleota in the same ring.

Hey, what's this all about?

You crept into this house to steal Ellen, didn't you?

You thought it was the house of a professor

who'd talk and talk and talk.

Yes, and by George, you have.

I came here to see a football game.

That's a lie.

Why don't you go home?

Because I want to watch.

There isn't anything to watch.

I'm getting out of here.

Put up your fists.

Oh, get away from me, Tommy.

I'd break you in two,

and I don't want to do that.

Why don't you want to do that?

How would it look if I took Ellen

and knocked you down on the way out?

He's right. That's a point of honor.

That's right. Now I will have to

knock you further than I had originally decided upon.

Come out into the back yard.

Don't push me. I don't like to be pushed.

Hey!

Ha ha! Tommy,

if you ever do get into a fight,

don't lead with your right.

It leaves you wide-open.

Oh, does it?

The other suitcase will be down in a minute, Joe.

You're getting me in deeper and deeper.

Come out into the back yard.

I'm not coming out into the back yard.

Don't push me!

I said I don't like to be pushed!

Oh, no, you didn't.

You said don't lead with your right.

Ow!

Now you started my sinus trouble again.

If you want a fight, you'll get one!

Oh!

Sock him, Mr. Turner! Sock him!

Hit him!

Hit him, Mr. Turner!

Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!

"Right on his feet young David stood

"to meet Goliath's might.

"We're a small and patient folk,

but we shall rise tonight!"

Hey, wait a minute. It's the band.

You attract bands like flies,

don't you?

Oh! Oh! My nose!

Ow! Ow!

Come on. Hurry up with that camera.

Come on. Hand it up.

Now watch this.

Hey!

Thank you.

Get out of my tree.

Hello, Dr. Damon.

Hello, Thomas. How do you feel?

I'm not sure. How do I look?

We'd better drop that subject.

Do you think you'll be able to read the letter?

That is, if you plan to read it.

Yes, I plan to.

Lucky today is Sunday.

It gives me all day to rest up.

Correction- today is Monday.

Monday noon, to be exact.

What? Was there a Sunday this week?

Such a Sunday as I hope never to see again.

You were the subject of every sermon

in town.

Was I?

I think if you don't mind,

I'll sit in on your class this afternoon.

I don't see why students should have all the fun.

I'm coming.

My goodness, don't ring the door off.

I'd like to see Mr. Turner, please.

Is you a newspaper?

Yes. I'm from the daily journal.

He can't see nobody. He's sick.

Isn't he going to class or anything?

He ain't going nowhere. He's sick in bed.

Professor Turner's residence.

Professor Turner's residence.

Daily what?

You just was here.

I don't want to talk. No.

Professor Turner can't talk to nobody.

He's sick with his head.

You don't think you is me, does you?

Nothing but bells.

I'll get it.

Hot garters.

Is Michael here?

No, he isn't, dewberry,

and he isn't likely to be.

If he should drop in for any silly reason,

would you please tell him to call me at maple 4307?

Tell him we'll have loads of f-u-n.

If you think so,

you're just plain n-u-t-s.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Who was that?

That was hot garters gardner.

What was she doing here?

Looking for Michael.

So, that's where he went Saturday.

Tommy, you had that hot-that miss gardner

in some of your classes.

Do you remember her?

I don't know. What does she look like?

Well, sort of...

I only had her in Shakespeare.

Coming around here...

Oh, good morning, Michael. Come in.

Yes. Come in, Michael.

Feel better now that you're up?

Much better.

How do you feel?

Oh, I feel all right.

That's good.

If you'll excuse me.

Oh, now, pat, wait.

Could I talk to you

for just a minute?

Couldn't we go outside?

No. Is it anything you're ashamed

to say in front of Tommy?

No, only...

Well, I'm sorry I got so mad Saturday.

I said things and did things-

you certainly did!

Well, I'm sorry!

Pat, Mr. Turner and I are in a jam,

and I think you ought to make an effort

to understand what we're trying to do

and stand by us.

That is, if you care anything about me.

Oh, I certainly do.

I've been standing by,

taking messages for you,

phone numbers.

I'm so glad we could have this nice little chat.

And before you go,

be sure to call maple 4307!

Maple 430...

Was the garters here?

That's what I was trying to tell you.

Patricia talked to her.

The elastic snapped right in her face.

I didn't even do anything!

I'm sure.

That's Wally's car. Excuse me.

Hey!

Cleota?

Oh. Good morning, Tommy.

Cleota, you'd better bring Mr. Turner a cup of tea.

Yes, ma'am.

Good morning.

Would you like a hard-boiled egg?

Oh, no. No, thanks. Nothing hard.

My-my teeth hurt.

I'm just... Making my way

by easy stages to the classroom.

Would you like another cold towel?

No, thanks.

Do you think you should lie down?

No. I'll just lean back...

No. I guess I won't.

Well, how do you feel?

Is everything clear to you now?

Well, it's clear in the center.

It's still a little fuzzy around the edges.

I suppose you're very proud

of what you did Saturday.

That wasn't me Saturday.

That was a drunken sea lion.

I rather liked you as a sea lion.

Yes. I must have been very funny.

Ellen, have you ever read

hodgson's poem the bull?

Oh, Tommy, can't we have a personal talk

without your bringing in poetry?

It's the story of the defeated male.

There's no defeat that can be quite so complete.

You wouldn't admit that this defeat was on account of-

no, it has to be something from a book!

When the bull's head is in the dust,

life goes on and leaves him there.

It's a psychological fact.

The poets understand these things.

Do all the cows react the same way?

Tommy, listen.

Point is, I don't want any pity.

Mrs. Turner, it's that prize fighter. I seen him.

Hello, cleota.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Hello.

Look, Tommy, I'm awful sorry.

I didn't hit you hard.

You slipped and hit your head on a bench.

I know. What's wrong with your hand?

Oh, you kind of bit me.

Ed says to expect the rabies.

What happened, Joe? Where were you yesterday?

Well, uh, ed Keller had 18 quarts of bourbon.

We spent the night at his office.

Oh, I see.

Holy cats! I must have on Ed's pants.

Hope he's got mine.

Gosh, I wonder how that happened.

Oh, I remember.

We ran into his tailor,

and, uh, we had a little too-

could I have a slug of something?

Certainly. Scotch?

Yeah, fine.

I got the galloping jumps.

A drink would fix me up.

I haven't slept in two nights!

Worrying about something?

Yes, worrying about something!

And my cold's worse, too.

Want some kleenex?

No, I don't want some kleenex!

Darn reporters have been bothering me, too.

What do they want with you?

Oh, they wanted me to pick

an all-American team.

Did you?

Yeah. Kind of took my mind off of things.

Who did you pick for right guard?

Shulig, Kansas state teachers.

That's nice.

Look, Tommy, where do we all stand now?

I mean, Ellen and you and me.

Don't trouble Ellen about details now.

She's got enough trouble

with me sitting around the house

looking like a hot-oil shampoo.

We're out of liquor.

We've had more drinking in the last two days

than the past six years.

Ellen, Joe picked shulig of Kansas state teachers

isn't that nice?

It was kind of hard to choose between him

and feldcamp of western reserve.

They're both big and fast.

Here you are, dear.

Dear.

I don't want any.

Well, Joe, let's get things settled.

Yes.

I thought you and I could start

by going up to that inn at granville tonight

for a few days.

What?

I'll try to be as clear as I can.

I have to get a fresh start now.

You understand women. You see that.

I can't stay here any longer.

You've made your plans, and now I have to make mine.

Yes, I know, but not like that.

Not running off to granville!

If you're afraid of scandal, we'll go farther away.

Forget granville. We'll go directly to Pittsburgh.

What?

It's a big town. Nobody need know about it.

About what?

About us- our living together.

Ellen!

I- I-I don't live in Pittsburgh.

I live in sewickley,

and my boss lives there, too.

And my mother lives there.

My mother isn't very well. My mother-

oh, you and your mother!

Besides, it's a republican town.

You're not being gallant, Joe.

Are you trying to get out of this?

No, but I come from a line

of married people.

Besides that, I'm not going to Pittsburgh directly.

I got to go to Washington first,

and I couldn't take you.

You'll take her anyplace she wants,

but she's not going anyplace.

Oh, yes, I am!

Mr. Turner. Mr. Turner!

Oh! You'll have to hurry, Mr. Turner.

You've only a few minutes before class.

I'm not going to class!

You're not?

No!

Oh! Oh.

Oh, yeah.

What's this?

They're just trying to bluff you with a crowd.

Keller will probably start some rough stuff.

They think you're scared.

I am scared.

Well... let's go, Michael.

It's filling up. Half the school will be here.

You'd better get dressed.

Oh.

Oh, Thomas!

Hey, Turner. Wait a minute.

We just had a meeting of trustees.

Michael Barnes is out,

and you'll be asked to resign tonight.

I'm sorry, but I'm taking my stand.

There's just one thing you can do-

say you're sick,

don't know anything about this editorial,

and think it's outrageous-

that you won't read this vanzetti thing

and think Barnes is getting what he deserves.

Only that will save your neck.

Mr. Turner wouldn't say that about Michael,

and you shouldn't ask him to.

You fellows are attempting

to defy the trustees' authority.

You say you're going to take a stand.

We've taken one!

I wouldn't care if Alexander Hamilton wrote it.

The principle's the same. Have you read the letter?

I don't read such things!

You don't even know what you're objecting to!

All right. You say the principle's the same.

Why not read something

by president Cartwright?

There's some good stuff in his book.

Cartwright can't write as well as vanzetti.

Oh, that's a terrible thing to say!

You'll get in trouble saying that.

Very likely.

Listen, Turner, get this straight-

you read that letter,

and you're through!

Mr. Keller-

never mind, you.

For 42 years I've followed a policy of appeasement.

I might say that during that period,

I've been kicked around this institution

by one Edward k. Keller after another-

there's only one Edward k. Keller.

Unfortunately, there's always been at least one.

But there's an increasing element on the faculty

which resents your attitude towards any teacher

who dares to raise his voice

or so much as clear his throat.

I warn you, if you persist

in this persecution of Thomas Turner,

you'll have a fight on your hands, my friend.

Do you think the trustees

are afraid of a few discontented bookworms

who work for $2,500 a year?

These men are not malcontents!

Some of them are distinguished scholars

who have made this university what it is.

They made it? What about me?

Who's getting this new stadium paid for?

Who brought coach Bob sprague here?

He means this is bigger

than stadiums and coaches, Mr. Keller.

Nothing's bigger than the new stadium!

Why, it's idiotic.

Wally, what are you talking about?

If you knew where Michael went

with hot garters Saturday night-

she's spilling it all over town.

I'll take it up with Michael.

And don't be a big tattletale.

Michael! Michael!

Oh, hello.

Thank you.

Oh, two?

I'm sorry. I-

sorry.

Oh!

Sorry.

Hey. Would you mind?

Not at all, Joe.

Thanks very much.

What time is it?

Well, Thomas, time for class to begin.

Turner, you read that letter,

and your blood's on your own head.

Joe Ferguson wants his pants back.

Shh. Hey! Hey, fellows. Quiet.

Let's see what this is.

Now, if the class will come to order, please.

Hee hee!

Shh!

Now, if the class will-

now, if the class will come to order, please?

Thank you.

Last Friday, I happened to mention

that I wanted to read you three letters

written by men whose profession was not literature

but who had something sincere to say.

Once I had declared that harmless intention,

the world began to shake, great institutions trembled,

and football players descended upon me...

And my wife.

I realized then that I was doing something important.

The men whose letters I picked were Abraham Lincoln,

general sherman, and bartolomeo vanzetti.

Originally, I chose vanzetti

to show that even broken English

can sometimes be very moving and eloquent.

This isn't just about broken English!

It's more than that.

You've made it more than that.

Vanzetti was an anarchist.

And Thomas de quincey was an opium eater,

Edgar Allan poe was a drunkard,

and Karl Marx was a communist!

I'm not advocating opium or alcohol

or communism or anarchy.

If I were, you'd have a right to remove me.

This was supposed to be a class in English composition.

I have a right to read any great writings,

regardless of the personal habits

or political opinions of their authors.

I still say it's dangerous to bring up!

It's a dangerous thing to keep down.

If you want to make that political, all right.

I'm fighting for teachers' rights

and students' rights

and the rights of everybody in this land.

You can't suppress ideas, Mr. Keller,

just because you don't like them.

Nobody can. Not in this country. Not yet!

This is not about vanzetti.

It's about us.

This is a university.

We're teachers, and it's our business to be impartial,

to bring what light we can into this world,

to try to follow truth.

If I can't read this letter today-

if it's suppressed before you've even heard it-

tomorrow, none of us will be able to read or teach

anything except what Edward k. Keller

and the trustees permit us to teach.

You know where that has led in other places.

We hold the fortress of free thought and free speech

here this afternoon.

If we surrender to prejudice and dictation,

we're cowards!

I don't know what started this

or how I got into this fight.

I have nothing personally to gain

by reading this letter,

and there's little more that I can lose.

I only know I have to read it...

If I can find it.

Oh, here it is.

My wife must have put it there.

I can only say that I'm afraid

this may disappoint many of you.

It's not at all inflammatory or seditious.

It might make some of you feel a little silly.

At least, I hope so.

Vanzetti wrote this in April 1927,

just after he was condemned to die.

It has been printed in newspapers,

in this book, in many places.

But if you should destroy every printed copy,

it would still endure in the language

because a great many literary people

know it by heart.

"If it had not been for these thing,

"I might have live out my life

"talking at street corners to scorning men.

"I might have die unmarked,

"unknown, a failure.

"Now we are not a failure.

"Never in our full life

"could we hope to do so much work for tolerance,

"for justice,

"for man's understanding of man,

"as now we do by accident.

"Our words, our lives,

"our pain-nothing.

"The taking of our lives,

"the lives of a good shoemaker

"and a poor fish peddler-all.

"That last moment belongs to us.

That agony is our triumph."

Well, that's it.

Is that all?

Why, that isn't a bad letter.

That will be all this afternoon.

Class is dismissed.

I'm going to call

a special meeting of the trustees right away!

Good.

Fine work, Turner!

Now you're out of a job.

You and your wife will starve.

Ellen, you wait here.

I'll get Tommy away before he gets into more trouble.

There won't be any trouble.

They were all very much impressed.

They didn't applaud or anything.

That was a very ominous silence.

Where is he?

That doesn't sound like cheering.

Tommy won't run away.

I'll handle Tommy! He wouldn't want you mixed up with mobs.

Dry your eyes and face. You look terrible.

Do I?

Yes. I'll be right back.

Some of you go the other way.

There's ed Keller! Ask him.

He surprised me.

Come on. Get in!

These people aren't-

yes, they are. We have to get out of here.

But where's Tommy?

Is it?

I wouldn't worry about Tommy.

I don't care about him.

You're still

crazy about that guy, aren't you?

I'm kind of scared of him.

He used to be just nice,

but now he's wonderful.

I don't think he's so wonderful.

Oh, yes, he is. That letter's wonderful!

What he's trying to do is wonderful.

Reading that letter, he was the real male animal,

not when he punched you.

It's in the light you give off.

There he is!

I don't care about me, but if you touch my wife-

Tommy!

Right this way.

What are you doing?

We've got American flags on the axline buggy.

He's riding in it!

Not me. I'd rather be mobbed!

It amounts to very much the same thing, professor.

Now, don't start fighting again!

Why not look up Brenda? We'll send a wire.

Don't worry about me, brother.

I sent her a wire this morning.

Come on, boys. Let's go!

Put your hat on straight.

You look terrible.

Don't give me that. I look wonderful.

Yay! Yay!

Yes, dear. You look wonderful.

Hooray!

Why don't you cheer? Are you a fascist or something?

Hooray!