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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 soimpressed with all

the incidental pomp and splendor of graduation

'that you neglected entirely the fundamental realities beneath.'

You've been sofascinated 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

tohear 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 aregonna 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.