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My editor, my paper,
and this is how he tells me!

From the Teletype we find out

as if he owed nothing
to this paper or to me!

As if he'd never even heard
of us before!

The man's out of his mind!

Hello, boys.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Hello.

Hello, Robert.

It seems you heard.

You might have told
someone, Max.

I thought I did,
for the past two months.

It was just a question
of what day.

It was a wrong thing to do
on any day

without consulting me
and this board!

We've decided that
your war job is right here
on this paper.

No, that was
your decision, Robert.

I've told you 100 times

that my job was to get
as close to this war
as they'd let me.

Schoolboy urge.

A desire to go away with
flags flying and come back
a tin hero.

- At my age?
- Schoolboy stuff, yes.

Don't be a stubborn idiot.

You know my reasons,
and you know they concern
the future of this paper

more than they do medals
for Maxey.

If there is a paper here
when you come home.

We're on that again.

When you leave,
this paper doesn't exist

because this paper is you.

It's all the men in this room.

We've worked together
for five years

on a policy that's
never changed.

With Ed Kennedy
in my place, it will go
right on.

Of course, I respect that
and all of you.

But no policy is worth a hoot

without the brains and courage
of the right man to put it
into words.

And in this case, I gambled
two million bucks on the
spirit of a guy named Wharton.

Is that what you're concerned
about, your two million bucks?

To a degree, yes.
Is that vulgar?

(SPEAKERPHONE BUZZING)

MAN: Mrs. Wharton calling
Mr. Wharton. Long distance.

Polly.

Hello? Yes, I'm on.

Does Polly know
you've done this?

No.

Hello, Polly!

Yes, it's true, angel.

Well, good for you, darling.

Where they gonna send you,
Max? Where you going?

Well I don't know. Somewhere
first for basic training.
I report in five hours.

- You leave in five hours?
- Quiet!

Oh, that's Robert Drexel Gow
having kittens. After that

maybe Officer's Candidate
school if I can make it.

- And that's where I join up
with you.
- When you what?

I need seven or eight weeks
more on the script for
Joel Nixon

and when you go to
officer's school,
that's where I go.

Oh, don't argue, Max.
I couldn't hold out any longer
than that.

I miss you like the dickens!

And you took me for better
or worse, war or peace.

Okay, darling, you win.
You're a fool, but hang on
to your seat.

Yes, angel,
I'll write every day.

- Goodbye, Polly. Goodbye.
- Max, you aren't going
right away?

Max, I'll need a little more
time with you.

Boys, what you don't know
about this seat now, you
won't learn in another hour.

It's the same policy:
call a foul motive no matter
who owns it

and go after the fellas that
are dreaming up the next war.

Show this country how to keep
the victory after they win it.

- Good luck, Ed.
- Thank you.

- Goodbye, Robert.
- Max, I've got to know where
you're going.

There'll be a thousand
problems coming up
around here.

- No, Robert, that's out.
- What's out?

This is going to be a tough
grind for me.
When I leave here today

I leave.

You mean you're gonna walk out
cold on this whole shebang?

You heard me. No inter-office
communications from Robert
Drexel Gow.

- Nothing. And that's the way
it's gotta be.
- Oh, well in that case

- goodbye, Max, old son.
- I mean it, Robert.

Naturally, naturally.
That's why I say, "Don't
give us a single thought."

Norman,
have the car sent 'round.
I'll be ready in a minute.

- Yes, Mrs. Wharton.
- Joel, that script is super.
You won't need a line changed.

If you do, you get somebody
else to do it.

Now who could take up
where Polly Wharton left off?

Ah, that's why you get me
to work cheap.

You know, another week without
Max, and I'd bust!

But Polly, that bungalow
court. They live like canned
sardines in those places.

- You won't be able to take it.
- What woman has taken,
woman can take.

You'll go crazy down there,
unless you intend to do
some writing.

- Not a line.
- But you're taking your
typewriter.

I take my typewriter everywhere.

Without a dozen pencils,
I'm lonesome. I took pencils
on my honeymoon.

- Nope, this is a full time
job, Joel.
- What job, Polly?

Max Wharton,
the most important man I know.

What the world will be like
is entirely up to him.

And if he decides to fight in
a different way right in the
middle of the war

I've got to know why, and I've
got to see that he gets
it done.

Alright, fellas, here we go.
Grab those bags, will you,
Norman?

Goodbye, Elsie. Let me
here from you in New York.
Come one, Jill.

Bungalow 26D, here I come!

Rock your backs!

How long you been in the
army, mister? Rock your backs!

Get it out. Jump to here.

Who told you to come down?
Wipe that smile off.
Throw it down.

Step on it. Rock your back.
Halt, hit a brace.

Pull in that chin.
Give me another chin.
Give me two chins.

- Here.
- Thank you.

26D.

- Hi.
- Hi, big boy.

I wish you were a little
bigger. (CHUCKLING)

(TRUMPET SOUNDING)

- Can you tell me where I'll
find 26D?
- Hey, wait for me!

Would you...

-26D, please,
am I in the right...
- Over there!

- I'll get three demerits for
being late.
- Oh, well that...

But it was worth it!

Oh, I beg your pardon.
I thought this was 26D.

This is 26D.

Well yes, of course it is.

Oh, you're just leaving!

Is something the matter?

Why, you're Paula Wharton.
Fellow Americans.

Talk about coincidence!
I just finished reading it.

- I think it's my favorite of
all your books.
- Well, thanks!

I've got some more things
out here.
I think I better get them.

- Oh, let me help you.
- Oh, mine's just heavy
as lead.

I'm sorry. Thanks a lot.

I certainly never thought
I'd meet you.

Of course, I should have
connected when your husband
came over this afternoon

to leave some of his things
here. He said his name was
Wharton and his wife was

coming from California,
but I just never connected.

Did Max say when he'd be back?

- My husband.
- Max Wharton? Haven't I heard
that name before?

- Well, before he enlisted, he
used to be editor...
- Of course! The Bulletin!

- That's the newspaper my Roy's
so crazy about.
- Well, thanks.

He must be awfully unusual,
though.

You hardly hear of anyone
like an editor getting to be
only a Private.

And what's more,
he didn't use any pull.

(LAUGHING) Oh, do sit down.

- Okay.
- We'll be leaving any
minute now.

I'm just waiting for my Roy
to get back.

He graduated today. I thought
I'd faint when Colonel Foley
handed him his commission.

Roy's gone over now
to get his orders.

That is, where they're going
to send him.
I just can't wait to find out.

If it's Crocker Field,
Arkansas, I'll just die.

- Don't ever let them send
your husband there.
- Why, isn't it on our side?

Oh yes, but it's awful, simply
awful. Wives never go along to
Crocker Field.

- Please don't ever send Max to
Crocker Field, Arizona.
- Arkansas!

Arkansas.

Why from camp to the only
hotel is 20 miles through
a swamp.

And that hotel is packed full
of wives that are permanent.

- Permanent wives?
- Oh, I mean that live there
permanently.

Honest, I'd just die.
After the way Roy's worked
down here, too.

Work, work, work.
I hardly ever got to see him.

- Really?
- Oh, they just work all the
time. It's awfully hard.

Of course, if you're young,
it isn't so bad. A friend of
Roy's in the Surgeon General's

department said that over 21,
you don't absorb any more. You
simply don't absorb a thing.

It was terrible for my Roy.
He's going on 25.

Well mercy, what about my Max?

- He's going on 40.
- Oh.

He must be special.

- Would you like a drink?
- Well this will surprise
you. Yes.

Well, here we are.

Well I hadn't thought
of peroxide.

Oh no, I just put what we had
left in the bottle
to travel with.

It's really scotch.

(PHONE RINGING) Oh, excuse me.

Hello? Yes? Oh, just a moment.

- It's for you. It's New York.
- Oh, well...

- Oh, how practical.
- I'm sorry.

Yes? No, Mr. Wharton isn't
here, this is Mrs. Wharton.
Who's calling, please?

Well ask Mr. Gow if he'd like
to speak to Mrs. Wharton.

Yes, I'll hold on.

We haven't anything to go
with this, just only water.

That'll be fine.

- I said water will be fine.
- That's what I'm going to get,
it's in the bathroom.

None of these bungalows have
sinks in the kitchen.

- Isn't it crazy, a kitchen
without a sink?
- What will they think of next?

Yes?
No, I'm not calling anyone.
They're calling me, you said.

- All right,
I'll be right here.
- Here we are.

Help yourself.

I remember the first book
of yours I ever read.

- The Whispering Town.
Your own life, wasn't it?
- Sort of.

Both those men?

Oh no, not that part.

- But you did work on
a newspaper.
- Yes, that's right.

- Mr. Wharton's?
- Mhm, some feature writing,
politics and things.

I did stay long enough to
marry the editor. (LAUGHING)

Well, here's to 26D,
sink or no sink.

I hope you're gonna like it
here. It's the best bungalow
in the court.

- Well, good.
- But of course, if you're not
just terribly careful

- there are moths.
- Moths?

And yes, there's no shower.

Moths, no shower...
(LOUD HUMMING)

Oh, the roof use to leak
something terrible,
but Roy fixed it.

Well good for Roy.
What's that?

It's the refrigerator.
It used to be worse, too,
but Roy fixed it.

- It's noisy, isn't it?
- Well at least when it does
that, you know its work...

(NOISE STOPS)

working. (LAUGHING)

Oh, did I tell you about
the lights?
They're sort of peculiar.

The one in the bedroom doesn't
work from the bedroom.
You have to turn it on and off

out here.

And the lights in here are
peculiar, too.

You have to step outside to
turn them on and off.

- Very modern.
- Mhm.

- Oh, hi, Mrs. Greenberg.
- Hi.

Oh, and then there's
this window.

The only way you can open
it is... I'll show you.

Well, where's the place
your skirts blow up?

- Honey!
- Oh, it's Roy!

Oh look, darling,
it's Paula Wharton.

- Gosh, how do you do?
- How do you do?

- My husband Lieutenant Lupton.
- Your husband's in
school here.

- Yes, that's right.
- Roy, where do we go?

I don't know. I brought it
home so we could open
it together.

- Go ahead, honey, hurry up.
- Oh no, honey, you do it.

- No, you.
- No, Roy, you!

Please, somebody!

- Oh no, Roy!
- Crocker Field, Arkansas.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Oh, Roy, you've got to go
talk to them.

Tell them you're married.
Tell them I just couldn't
live there.

Sweetheart, in the army,
you can't talk to them.
You just have to do it.

- Even a Second Lieutenant?
- Honey, this is one place
you just can't go.

- You've got to go back to
Kansas City.
- But you'll be going overseas

right afterwards, and I won't
see you anymore. (CRYING)

Sweetheart, that's silly.
Listen

you can go on the same train
with me as far as Arkansas.
It's on the way.

And Jake loaned me his car
to get us down to the station.
Train leaves at 9:00.

Oh my gosh, we got to get
started. Come on, honey.
(PHONE RINGING)

Oh, that's probably me.
You go right ahead.
Yes, Operator?

JAN: Oh, Roy, get the war
over with quick.
ROY: You're telling me.

Well, if you find Mr. Gow,
you call me, and if I find
him, I'll call you.

- Max.
- Polly!

Max, darling!

- I didn't know you were here
already.
- Oh baby, I wouldn't know you!

You look wonderful!

Oh, Max, I can't get over it!
That tan!

- And what's that, muscle?
- Mhm, basic training, baby.
They do that outdoors.

- When'd you get here?
- Right now.

Oh, Polly, am I glad to see
you. Hello.

- Oh, Max.
- Mr. Wharton, I should have
known who you were this

afternoon,
but I just didn't realize.

- Oh, my husband,
Lieutenant Lupton.
- How do you do?

- It's sure great to meet you
and your wife.
- Thank you, sir.

- What's the matter, honey?
- Excuse me, but that's the
first time I've ever heard

-anyone call Roy "Sir."
- Well,
shouldn't you salute him?

Oh no,
only when we meet outdoors.
Indoors, he isn't required to.

- Well we could step outside,
and then he could.
- Cut it out, Polly.

I'm sorry, we've got to push
off. We'll miss a train.

Can I help you with your
bags, sir?

Thank you,
that's very nice of you.

Oh, not those, Max, those are
mine. I think theirs are in
here, dear.

Oh, excuse me.
I guess I've got everything.

Crocker Field.

Can I...

Oh, I left some things
for you in the cupboard.

They weren't enough
to pack, but too good
to throw away.

There's some crackers and
cereal biscuits

and some dried up fruitcake,
and ketchup.

- Thanks a lot.
- Excuse me,
I have to get my coat.

Now, the 1911 A1 works on
recoil delay principle
of operation.

- The 1911 A1.
- Yes.

As the cartridge is
discharged, both the barrel
and the slide start to move

back. But because of the
barrel link, which pivots on
the link pin the barrel's

pulled down. So if the lugs
become disengaged from the
ribs, it slides in free

to move back,
striking the casing.
You see that, don't you?

We'll be taking that up
next week.

Of course, the A1 has it all
over the older model.

Field stripping is a cinch.
Getting it back together is
a little bit slower.

Oh, I forgot to tell you
about the ants. There isn't
a single ant in the bungalow.

People say there must be,
but there aren't.

Because I keep a pinch of salt
in this cup up here, and it
keeps them away.

Oh you think that's it?
I'll bet they're scared of
the moths.

To identify 137 enemy aircraft
at less than 1/10th of a
second each.

Wow.

- Well, that's that.
Are you ready, darling?
- Oh, I guess so.

- Goodbye.
- Oh, goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Lieutenant.
Nice trip.

- Wade right into it,
don't let it get to you.
- Thank you, sir.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Wharton,
it's been just wonderful.
- Goodbye and good luck

and thanks for letting me in
before the doors open.

- Goodbye, Mr. Wharton.
- Goodbye.

Bye!

You're outdoors,
shouldn't you salute?

- Polly, where have you been?
- Angel, am I really here? Am I
writing this all in a letter?

(SOMEONE CAT CALLING)
Fine thing right here in a
lighted doorway.

- Hey, it looks as if the
fuse blew.
- No, it works

from out here. (LAUGHING)

- What's the idea?
- I don't know, unless it's to
make conversation, or if you

-don't like the guests, you
can always blow a fuse.
- Oh, Polly, you were crazy

- to come down here.
- Oh, sure.

No kidding, honey,
look at this place.

It's the only thing I could
find for you anywhere near
the field.

I think it's lovely.

- You're gonna be all alone
here, sweetheart.
- Yes, I know.

You know I have to live in
the barracks.
Strict schedules.

We'll be lucky if we have an
hour a week together.

Florida in summer.
Oh, Polly, why did you want
to do this?

Dames are funny, holding on
to what they've got just as
long as they can.

- You're no dame,
you're different.
- I don't want to be different.

I wanna be like all those
other gals with their fellas.
(TRUMPET SOUNDING)

- All right, gotta get back
pretty quick.
- Oh, is that for you?

No, but you see, honey, my
feet were killing me, and I
got permission to run over

here and change my socks.
I thought I'd leave a few of
my things here

some shirts, some socks, so at
least you'd know I was around.

Having your socks around,
how sweet.

I've gotta get back in
reasonable time.
I better get busy.

I think I'll get out of my
things, Max, I'm steaming.

Bring in that big bag for me,
will you, dear?

White phosphorous is used
as a standard filling in 75mm,
the 105mm...

The little bag too, darling.

White phosphorous is used
as a standard filling in 75mm,
the 105mm, the 145mm...

Doggone, I stick in the same
place every time.

- What sticks, dear?
- This is just one of 33
subjects you got to know

-cold and no time to learn
them.
- It's not worse than that

-basic training.
- Oh, sweetheart, beside this,
basic training was a lark.

You get used to that.

That was just forcing yourself
into new physical habits.
It can be done, even at my age

if you just hang on.
But this... This is the works.

General Wharton,
I kinda like that though.

Thirty-three subjects.
White phosphorous is used
as the standard filling...

Thirty-three subjects,
that sounds like a short
history of the world.

And all the cleaning,
polishing, scrubbing,
drilling...

That goes right on.

- Boy, what a day.
- Tell me about it, Max.

At the crack of dawn,
inspection.

I had a spot on my shirt
I didn't even see it.

- Five gigs.
- Gigs, what are those?

Demerits.

Then we had a quiz.
You have to get 89 to pass.
You know what I got?

- No, what?
- 89.

Well that's good, isn't it?

At retreat parade this
afternoon, I stood at
attention for an hour.

You can wiggle your toes,
and you can roll your
eyeballs. That's all.

I saw the neck of the fellow
ahead of my go brick red
in the sun.

Then it began to turn white.
His neck, I mean.

And bam,
he falls right on his face.

One gig.
Along comes the meat wagon
and picks him up.

- Meat wagon?
- Oh, that's the ambulance.

What a thing to call it.

Polly, holy smoke, I'd
forgotten what you were like.

- I was afraid of that.
- Don't ever leave me again
till you have to, baby.

- Oh, when's that?
- It depends where I go for my
first assignment.

Any place but Crocker Field,
Max. Wives can't go there. I
just won't have Crocker Field.

- Polly.
- What, dear?

- I wouldn't have done it if I
didn't think it was right.
- Done what, Max?

- Left the paper.
- Oh.

- Is that worrying you?
- No. Yes, what do you think?

- Oh, that can wait, can't it?
- No.

No, let me tell you about it,
Polly.

I began to think about the
10 million men in the
armed forces.

That's a big part of this
country's population.

And what about those people
when the war's over?

You don't think they're gonna
settle back into their
old ruts?

They've got new ideas about
how this country should be
run, and the world, too.

What would I know sitting at
a desk getting information
second hand?

I belong in the middle of it
with the people it's
happening to.

Not for any personal glory,
Polly, you know that.

But to give the paper some
authority in the future.

When we come to talk about
reorganizing the world.

What kind of peace we want.
How to make it stick.

If I've been in it, I'll have
earned the right to talk my
head off.

And what's more, I'll know
what I'm talking about.
See what I mean?

- Mhm.
- Well, what do you think?

Nothing.

I never caught you without
an opinion yet, Polly. Come
on, you gotta tell me what you

think.

Well I think you're right,
Max.
Except there's the home front.

It's important they know
what it's all about.

You put in five years on The
Bulleti making it a paper
they listen to.

If you're leaving, it means
an influence like that might
fold up and disappear.

That's right, darling.
The paper can't fold.

If I didn't think Kennedy
could do the job, I'd never
have walked out.

Are you trying to say you
don't think Kennedy can?

Well, if you think so,
darling,
that's all there is to it.

- As a matter of fact, Polly...
- Max

that's all we're going to
say about the paper.

I'm sorry, darling. Sweetheart

- I've gotta...
- BOTH: change my socks.
-Yes, I know.

A man can get a lot of
demerits for being late.

That'd be dreadful, wouldn't it?

You know, if Gow has any
notion he can send for me
when something happens...

- Well he hasn't so far.
- No, but I can tell from that
sweet farewell, he will.

- He's a mule you know,
he's a maniac.
- Yes, I know he is. (LAUGHING)

You know, if I had no time
for the paper before

-now it's out of the question.
- Yes, dear,
we won't have it now.

- I don't want to hear
about it.
- No, no, and if Gow comes...

(LAUGHING)

(KNOCKING)

Well, I'll take care of this.

(KNOCKING)

- Come in.
- The train,
it's eight hours late.

We'll be here till
5:00 in the morning.

- Oh, hello.
- Oh, my goodness.

Oh, it's quite all right.
We were just talking about
The Bulletin.

He always does that in
his socks. Train.

- Eight hours late.
- We came back to the court. We
hoped maybe they'd let us have

have a bungalow just for
the night.

But there isn't a thing.
Not a thing.

(UNCOMFORTABLE LAUGH)

(LAUGHING) Look,
I've got to get back to the
barracks right away, anyway.

- Oh no, please...
- Max has only had a reasonable
time off anyhow.

This is made up into a bed,
and there's a bedroom
in there.

- You mean Mrs. Wharton on
the sofa?
- Well, I'd just love that!

- Oh no, we couldn't, really.
- Where are you going to find
another place like this?

It's away from it all,
but yet it's in touch
with everything.

Well, let's get the bags in.
Are they outside?

On the porch.
This sure doesn't seem right.

Max, your shoe!

- Gee, Mrs. Wharton,
are you sure?
- Oh, I'd love it.

- It seems an awful imposition
at a time like this.
- Oh, no.

Job. If you take aircraft
structures, terminology and
theory of flight, then

you don't have to take
elementary aerodynamics.

Aircraft structures,
terminology, and theory of
flight make up for it?

- Certainly.
- Well what about
pilotage and DR?

Pilotage, DR, radio
and celestial.

- Are they speaking English?
- Oh no, it's Army.
They have to talk like that

or else they'd never learn it.

You know, when this war is
over, won't we know a pack
of useless stuff?

When you get through DR,
that's nothing. Because then
you're in to radio ranges

marker beacons, homings
and running fixes.

- Sounds like a tough course,
all right.
- Here it all is, darling.

Well, Max, don't overdo it.

Well, I guess I better
put on my shoes.

Suit yourself, dear. We're
really very informal here.

Oh Gosh, Mrs. Wharton.
I forgot to tell you about
the shopping here.

There are two stores, Dale's
and Hutchinson's.

At Hutchinson's,
you can get anything.
Meat, vegetables, anything.

But it's awfully crowded,
and you have to wait in line
for hours.

And you have to bring all the
stuff home yourself.
They don't deliver.

Well what about the other
store, what's it like?

- Oh, they're fine,
they deliver.
- Oh, wow.

Only they haven't got anything.

Polly, I've got to be
getting back.

- When will I see you again,
Max?
- I don't know, darling.

- Soon, I hope.
Goodbye, folks.
- Goodbye, and thanks.

Oh, Max.

He's nice.
Let's have him over again.

(HUMMING)

(TRUMPET SOUNDING)

All right, all right,
don't rush me.

(REFRIGERATOR TURNS ON)

(REFRIGERATOR TURNS OFF)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING)

(SOLDIERS SINGING)

- Well, what do we got here?
- Hiya, babe!

- (SCREAM)
- (LAUGHING)

- (LAUGHING)
- Go away!

- Diegers.
- Colonel Foley.

(KNOCKING)

- Is there something I can do?
- No, thank you.

I just came out to turn
off the lights in my bedroom.
That's all.

(KNOCKING)

Well, if I didn't go to the
wild blue yonder.

-(LAUGHING)
- All the wolves in this
neighborhood.

All ages, their eyes shine
in the dark.

- Yeah, well goodnight,
Mrs. Wharton, again.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Copycat.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Hello, hello, hello.

Bless Mommy and Daddy and
me... (PHONE RINGS)

Hello? What?

Well speak up will you... I...
Oh.

Is Mr. Gow really on the
phone? Oh, Robert!

- It's me, Polly.
- Hello, Polly.
When did you get there?

Mhm.
Oh, I'm great, just great.

- Is Max around?
- No, he had to go back
to the field. Why?

Listen, I've got to talk to
Max. I've been putting it off
for months.

The paper's been losing
ground every day.

The time's come where I've got
to discuss it with Max.
When will he be back?

Well it's hard telling,
Robert. He's in and out of
here like a morning glory.

You may as well make up your
mind. He's not going to be any
use to you from now on.

- You heard me, Lamby.
- How quaint of Max.

Walks out on his whole
responsibility and, now,
if you please

-he wouldn't dare to be
annoyed.
- Don't be stupid.

Deep inside, he's yearning
over that paper like an
anguished mother

but he's got a terrible
headache on his hands
down here.

When I've got to talk to
Max, I've got to talk to him.
And when the time comes I

-really need Max, I'm going
to have him!
- Robert, if you so much as

butt in down here, I'll tear
you apart with my own two
hands. You bull-headed oaf.

Bull-headed.

(REFRIGERATOR TURNS ON)

(REFRIGERATOR TURNS OFF)

Bless Mommy and Daddy, and

make me a good girl.

(BUGLE CALL)

(INAUDIBLE)

Wharton!

Oh relax, I'm a student just
like you.

- My name's Paulson.
- Glad to know you.

I'm a reporter on the
camp paper.

We wanna run a story on you.
You know, just who you are,
and all about you.

We do that on all the
important students, and

well, you're about the top
celebrity in camp.

You don't say?

We want you to write
it yourself.

My friend, I doubt if I could
lift a pencil.

Well, you can make it as
short as you want.

Oh no, you go right ahead.
There must be a few facts
around in Who's Who

or somewhere.
Thanks just the same.

Well, think it over.

Mrs. Collins! Mrs. Dumbrowski!

Mrs. Greenberg! Mrs. Clark!

Come and get it!

(EXCITED CHATTERING)

I couldn't get a smidge of
butter. Not a...

- But here I got some milk.
- Thanks.

- And no meat.
- No meat!

- Beef stew, that's all.
- Well that's wonderful.

It tastes like breast
of peacock.

Well, we're all going to have
it every darned one of us.

- And I got your celery.
- Thank you.

- I couldn't get tomato juice,
got you vegetable juice.
- That's perfectly all right.

- Your carrots, your peas.
- Thank you.

- And soap and cigarettes.
- Oh, great!

Oh what a fight.
He said, "Sister

"how do I know you want them
for four of the dames
beside yourself?"

I said, "Brother, because I'm
telling you.

"And one more word out of you
and I'll bring all four of
them over here.

"And they're all just
like me."

(ALL LAUGH)

How did you remember everything?

Oh it's easy.
A string on every finger.

Mrs. Wharton, why don't you
come and have a
bite with us tonight?

Oh no, look at the mess I've
got for myself. I'm cooking
again tonight, girls.

Do you think you really
ought to?

Sure, I'm getting so I can
eat it now.

But to tell you the truth,
I've got my husband coming
for dinner tonight.

Oh, good for you.

And that's not all. A guest.
The most important catch
in the camp.

- Who?
- Well, I know you'll think
I'm boasting.

- Colonel Foley?
- Uh-uh, Frank MacDougal,
Max's bunkmate.

The man with the highest marks
in the whole class.

- I've gotta get started.
- Thanks, Mrs. Wharton.

Don't mention it. Wharton
Delivery Service, twice daily.

Oh girls, if you have a spare
minute later on to help me
with the stew...

Sure, just yell.

I don't mind poisoning
MacDougal, but I love Max.

- Oh, that's really stew.
- Thank goodness.

- Here, the potatoes
are all mashed.
- Good.

- Put them on the stove.
- Oh, sure.

Now, don't forget the rolls.
You put them in the oven just
before you sit down.

You're the cleverest women
I ever met in my whole life.

- Oh, and we write books, too.
- Yoo-hoo!

Why, Mrs. Dumbrowski.
What have you done?

- Apple pie.
- An apple pie, for me?

Only it's a miracle if it
tastes that way because
it's all substitutes

except the apples.

Oh, I don't know what to say.
You're all so wonderful.

You're just wonderful!

The left-hand guide of the
stacking swivel will engage
the lower hook of the

swivel of his own rifle, the
free hook out of his
left file.

Then, turning the barrel
forward, in the angle made by
the other two rifles

lowers the butt to the ground
in order to form a uniform
stack with

the other two rifles.

- It's easy.
- Sure, sure, it's obvious.

- Max.
- Hello, honey.

- And of course this is Mr...
- Frank... Frank MacDougal.

Very glad to know you,
Mrs. Wharton.

Mr. MacDougal.
How nice of you.

Oh ladies, this is my husband,
Mr. Wharton.

Max this is Mrs. Jones,
Mrs. Greenberg, Mrs. Clark
and Mrs. Dumbrowski.

Our neighbors.

Oh, and Mr. Frank MacDougal.

- Mrs. Greenberg.
- Mrs. Jones.

- No, this is Mrs. Greenberg.
- Oh, sorry.

- Mrs. Clark.
- Hi.

- And this is... eh...
- Mrs. Dumbrowski.

You are the brightest man in
your whole class, aren't you,
Mr. MacDougal?

That's the way it is.
I just can't seem to help it.

You see, I told you.

Well, I think maybe we ought
to be running along.

- Drop in anytime girls.
- Goodbye.

Look at our guests.

- Oh, honey.
- Darling.

Are you holding together
all right?

Oh Max, for Heaven's sake.

- Mr. MacDougal, let me have
your cap.
- Thank you.

I certainly heard a lot about
you, Mrs. Wharton.

Well, I certainly heard a lot
about you.

Max hopes that whatever it is
that makes you bright
is catching.

Hey, you mean you cooked
this stew?

Oh, listen to him acting
surprised. Just because I
haven't had occasion to cook

- in our married life.
- You are sensational.

- Frank you oughta smell that.
- I am.

Oh, shucks. It's just
something I whipped up.

- Ah, excuse me.
- Pardon?

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Frank's only got one hour.
- Yes, that's right.

- And you?
- I have a couple of hours.

Well, go sit down, will you?
I'll be with you in a minute.

Go on, just pull up a couple
of chairs, boys.

Let's see, rolls in the oven
just before you sit down.

Ouch!

And eh...

MAX: Wanna get cleaned up?
FRANK: No I'm clean as a
baby's mind.

MAX: Have a drink?
FRANK: No thanks.
Never touch the stuff.

MAX: By the way, what did you
get on that exam yesterday?

FRANK: One hundred.
(MAX WHISTLES)

It's a nice setup you got here.

- Yeah we...
- Start right in with stew,
boys. No trimming.

Just plow right in.
Don't wait for me.

Sit down Mr. MacDougal.

I'm sorry, I really...
I can't.

What do you mean? Why not?

Mrs. Clark tasted it and said
it was delicious.

Oh no, no, it isn't that,
it's...

Well I just haven't the right
to sit down at
the Wharton table.

Why not?

Well I'm a terrible ingrate.

I lived my whole life in
New York City

and I never read your
newspaper, The Bulletin.
Now I ask you...

- As God is my...
- Oh you... sit down.

Would you believe it,
Mr. MacDougal, we don't
even read it ourselves.

It isn't even allowed in
this house.

Why? I understand it's a
pretty good newspaper.

You're darned right it is.

But this is the army, Frank,
and what paper you read and
politics are out.

If you want to know, the
reason those women were really
over here was

just to know what I was
having for dinner.

Always poking into my dinners.

How do I make this? How do I
make that? They just don't
see how I do it.

I don't either.

Mrs. Wharton, this is pie.

It is good, isn't it?

Polly, when did you learn to
bake a pie like this?

Not since I've known you.

Oh shucks, way back when I was
little girl at my
mother's knee.

You never forget those things
once you learn.

How do you go about it,
Mrs. Wharton?
I've always wondered.

- You mean...
- Making a pie?

Well, I'm certainly not gonna
bore you two nice people.

Always wanted to know, myself.

- Yeah, what do you do first?
- Yeah, what?

Well...

Since it's an apple pie,
naturally...

First you take your apples.

Then you cut them all up into
tiny little pieces and uh...

Well, then you have your apples.

Yeah, then comes the crust.

My mother always said that's
the real test of a pie:
the crust.

Your mother never said a truer
word, Mr. MacDougal.

A nice flaky crust is a the
bottom of the whole thing.

The bottom of the whole thing.

Yeah.
How do you make the crust?

Mm-mm.

Well, that's very interesting.

First, you take a little pot.

Uh, not very big.

About so high.

And, uh,
could be a little higher.

What's the size of the pot got
to do with it?

That's a very ignorant question.

Okay, so you've got your pot.

Yes, so,
you put the pot right here.

Then you put all the things
into it and you just mix.

And you keep mixing until
you're sure it'll turn out
nice and flaky.

Then you roll it out.
Then into the pan it goes.

Then in go the apples. And a
little more crust on top.

Then into the oven. And the
next thing you know you're
eating apple pie.

Wait a minute.
What about all those things
you mixed in the pot?

Ha, no two women ever mix
exactly the same things.

That's every woman's secret.
You don't think I'm going to
tell mine.

- Well no, but...
- What do you hear from the
folks at home, Mr. MacDougal?

Writing regularly?

Oh, yes, yes.

- I suppose you miss New York,
too.
- I certainly do.

Yes, it's just killing us.
We've never been so completely
out of touch with things.

I know just how you feel.
Every time I come across a
hometown newspaper

I grab it like
a long-lost brother.

You don't mean to say you
find time to read the papers,
Frank?

Oh, just the headlines.

Well, tell us just a little
news about New York.

Darling,
Frank has only ten minutes.

Oh, just a crumb.
I'm starving.

Well, the last paper I saw had
a lot of news about
the big conference.

Churchill, Roosevelt, Stalin.

Oh yeah, how is the conference
going? How are the boys
getting along?

Ah, that's politics.
You said politics is out.

Well,
that's not really politics.

Politics is just something to
scrap about,
a difference of opinion.

There's no argument about the
kind of world we all want when
this is over.

No, but we don't stand much
chance of getting it.

Well, I don't say it'll be easy

but the same allied team that
won a war as tough as this one
oughta be able to

win the right peace if they
tackle it with
the same teamwork.

Well, you have to have
teamwork to win a war.

But comes the peace and boys
relax and it starts
all over again.

What does?

The same old business, every
nation out for itself.

Getting ready for the next
war, grinding all the same
old axes.

Suppose, Mr. MacDougal,
just once

everybody said, "Let's lay
all our axes on the table.
That goes for us, too.

"And these are the rules.
No grinding in the dark.

"Or at least no grinding
that's going to cost
anybody's freedom

"or bring poverty to anybody
or lead us into another war."

Don't you think that might work?

Oh yeah, sure, sure.

Holy smoke! I'm late.
Yeah, sure.

Do you mind if I run,
Mrs. Wharton?

- Of course not.
- Sorry you have to go, Frank.

Very nice of you to have
me over.

Well, I enjoyed it.
Please come again.

I certainly will. Thanks.

The pie was sensational.

Bye.

- Nice boy.
- Frank's all right.

He just memorized some stuff
somebody else wrote.

That subtle dose of poison.

Look out for your allies.
A better world, yeah.
But don't cooperate too far.

Great Jehoshaphat! This
hanging back.
This suspicion of your allies.

It's the road to death
and destruction.

Do many of the boys feel like
Frank does in this camp?

No, as a matter of fact the
morale is terrific.

The lectures on our allies and
why we're fighting are great.

We're getting an army that can
think as well as fight.

Well then, why the alarm?

Just one whiff of that poison
when I come across it drives
me nutty.

You know Kennedy oughta be
going to town on this
Big Three meeting.

Well, I could send for the
last issues of the paper.

No, no, if I take one look at
that paper, I'm sunk.

Remember we said no paper.

I know we did, dear,
but you just said...

I'm crazy.
It's none of my business.

I got business of my own.
And it's positively murder.

What's the matter, darling?

This course.
It's tougher than I thought.

Another quiz today?

And what do you thing I got?

Eighty-nine.

Just enough to pass.
Never more, never less.

It's nerve wracking. You know
I'd almost rather flunk once
in a while.

Never.

My best doesn't seem to do it.

Lately I've been asking
myself questions.

What is this?

Are you ever going to be
any good to the army?

Shouldn't you have stayed
with the paper?

Didn't you go rushing off to
war like a schoolboy?

What did you get on that quiz,
dear? Eighty-nine?

Polly, I've never said this to
anyone, not even to myself.

There's a chance I'll
never graduate.

Ah, I don't believe it.

'Cause I don't care what you
say, I think you're the
smartest, handsomest

blue-eyedest hunk of soldier
in this whole army.

You're blind as a bat.

The whole world should be
blind like me.

- Oh!
- Now what?

I can just see it in every
newspaper in the country.
"Max Wharton, bright young

"editor of The Bulletin heaved
out of the army on his
whats-it, incompetent moron."

That'll be just fine for
the paper.

Max, stop seeing headlines.
Why don't you relax for
15 minutes?

Go on, now, you just pass out.
I'll get you a pillow.

I'll clean up the dinner
things and be as quiet
as a mouse.

I haven't seen you for five
days. Fine thing.

Well, I require very little.
Just looking at you once
in a while.

Polly, would you still love me
if I didn't graduate?

Oh no, I've got my heart set
on a second lieutenant.

You better see he turns out
to be you.

Now shut up.

One drop of that poison
is murder.

(DISHES BREAKING)

Now look what you made me do.

Doesn't matter how little of
it there is. If you have a
chance to fight it

- you oughta fight it. Right?
- Naturally.

Well listen,
fellow stopped me yesterday,
he's on the camp paper.

He wanted to run something on
me, he said I could write
it myself.

I turned him down.
Wasn't that passing up
a chance?

If I write about myself, I
write about what I believe in.

My autobiography, up to
the minute.

If you feel like it,
it's wonderful.

No, wait a minute. I write
this blast for the camp paper,
and then some smart guy

just one smart guy, picks in
a word or a phrase.

He writes an answer.
A question about it.
They print that.

Then where am I?
I gotta reply. It's endless.
Meanwhile when am I studying?

Haven't I got troubles enough?

Isn't that just what I said I
wouldn't do?
No, no, no, that's out.

I'm not sure, dear, but I
think it was your idea.

Well, it was no good.

But isn't that up to me
whether I get dragged into a
controversy or not?

Isn't it up to me?

Suppose I write it and
forget it.
Absolutely forget it.

Well, fine dear, if you can.

Sure I can. Why can't I?

Max, I'm on your side.

- Where's the typewriter,
darling?
- Good, we've decided.

Polly, you won't let me get
into trouble?

You'll help me see it's this
one half-hour, no more,
won't you?

Darling, if I have to
chloroform you.

I'll just leave everything the
way it is and go into
the bedroom.

(PHONE RINGING)

Will you get that, honey?

Hello.

Yes, this is Mrs. Wharton.
Who's calling?

Who is it?

Long distance.

- Gow!
- Oh, no!

That's all I need to go stark
staring mad.

I'm sure it isn't Gow, dear.
You go on with your work.

Yes, hello.

Oh, hello.

Hello, Polly. This is Robert.

Listen, I've got to get in
touch with Max.

Well, I'm just fine Joel.
How are you?

Joel Nixon, Hollywood.

Yes, Joel.

Hello, Polly.
This is Robert Gow.

Where do you get that
Joel stuff?

Listen, I said it's very
important I get in touch
with Max.

Oh no, no we'll have none
of that, Joel.

I made it my position quite
clear the last time we spoke.

And you remember what
I told you.

Joel!

Max is there.

Don't lie to me, Polly.
I'm desperate. Ouch!

Let me talk to him.

What a fantastic notion,
just what are you so
desperate about, Joel?

Read the paper, that's all.
Read it.

Read what's coming out of that
half-pint brain of Kennedy's
about the Big Three meeting.

I want Max to pitch in and
decide what's best to do.
Ouch!

No, I'm sorry. We went all
over the reasons once.

Well, I do, and they're more
important now than they were
a month ago.

So, you'll just have to take
care of it the best way you
know by yourself.

You heard me. Goodbye, Joel.

Now Polly, listen to me.

I'm giving you fair warn...

Can you imagine, go back there
and do a silly rewrite
on the script.

Then sit around while they're
shooting it.
The man must be mad.

Is he really in trouble?

Oh no, that's just how he is
when everything's
going all right.

You have to be firm with Joel.

I'm sorry, dear.
I'll be quiet, now.

You're nice. Incidentally, you
bake a whale of an apple pie.

Oh that.
(KNOCKING AT THE DOOR)

Oh, darn.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wharton.
May I have the tin
I brought the pie in?

Oh, oh you mean that little...

This guy Wharton packs a wallop.

- I had that, sorry.
- Sorry yourself.

Say look here, you oughta
see my pots and pans.

Why, you're Paula Wharton.

Yes, that's right.

Yes, of course, everybody
knows you're down here.

- Your husband's at camp.
- Yes.

- So is my son-in-law.
- Colonel Foley.

Colonel Foley?
The commanding officer?

- Your son-in-law?
- Yes, of course.

- Oh, well how do you do?
- How do you do, my dear?

He doesn't have to worry about
graduating, does he?

No. Oh my dear, my daughter is
just crazy to meet you.

Well, I'm just crazy to
meet her.

Why don't you call on
us sometime?

- Could we?
- Could you?

Say, look here, now, we're
going to divide this.

- Oh no, my dear, I couldn't
dream of it.
- Of course we are.

There's a war on. There's one
for you, and one for me.

(KNOCKING AT THE DOOR)
Come in, come in.

Sir, Officer Candidate
Wharton, Max W., reports
as ordered.

At ease.
How are you getting along?

- Oh fine, sir.
- Good.

Wharton I understand that
your wife is down here
with you.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Foley and her mother
happen to be great admirers
of your wife.

They're coming for me in a
little while, and we thought
we'd drop around

and pay you both a call.

- That would be fine, sir.
- That's all.

"Maybe we could call today,"
she says.

And I said, "Any time at all.
The sooner, the better."

The Colonel, too?

Oh no, no, I guess not.
That'd be too much.
But Mrs. Foley.

So if you hear any noise,
girls, just peak out and
you'll see Mrs. Foley.

- No extra charge, no addition
to your rent.
- So long.

(GIGGLING)

(SIGHS)

That could replace the conga.

Robert Gow.

No, Nixon.

Joel Nixon.

You bull-head. I told you not
to come down here.

How about a nice little "Hello"?

- Oh Robert, you fool.
- When will Max be here?

He may not be here for days.

Robert, this isn't going to
gain a thing, this coming down
here. Now I warned you...

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

- Oh hello, Max.
- Let me speak to him.

Polly, guess who's coming
to call on us.

The Foleys.

How did you know?
Who told you?

I didn't know. Imagine
guessing a thing like that?

- The Foleys. Angel, how did
you ever get them?
- I must speak to him.

Listen, the Colonel, too.

Yeah, the Colonel.

They'll be right there.
I'll be right home, darling.

Get all ready, darling.

Formal, informal, or
costume ball.

All right, darling. Oh, Max.

- You better stop off someplace
and get some...
- I must speak to him.

Soda and ginger ale, and some
scotch and some bourbon and
some rye.

Yes, dear,
you better get all three.
They might be awful thirsty.

Okay, darling, I'll do what
I can.

Bye, darling.

Robert, if Max comes through
that door and sees your ugly
face, that'll be the end.

Now, I want you to get out of
here, right away.

I'll see you later, tonight.
We'll talk things over.

Go on. What's that?

Latest issues of a little
paper called The Bulletin.

That paper isn't allowed in
this house.

That's what I thought.
It's high time it was.

I want you to read
Mr. Ed Kennedy on the latest
world events.

I'll do nothing of the sort.
I've got to get dressed.

And I'd thank you to get out
of here, Robert, and take
those papers with you.

Not until you've read this
latest editorial.

It'll take you two minutes.
Read it. Read Mr. Kennedy on
the greatest issue of the day.

The bright new world.

Read a lot of words without
one spark of courage or heart
in them.

And why? Because Mr. Kennedy
has no convictions in himself.

He's not a living man, feeling
history in his bones.

He's a mechanical writing
hack. And that's what Max
left me instead of a brain.

(BUGLE CALL)

What's that?

That's the one that doesn't
mean anything.

Well, does that sound like
The Bulletin or any other
paper on the street.

Go on, tell me.
But I'll tell you first.

- The old Bulletin doesn't
exist.
- What do you expect Max to do?

I want Max to look at that and
tell me now

what's most important?
Playing soldier or keeping
that paper alive?

Robert, why do you think Max
won't have the paper around
the house?

Because he doesn't care?
It's because this job down
here is killing him.

He's worried stiff.

One second for an outside
interest and he's sunk.

Of course, I'm in great shape?

Come here, I'll give you an
idea of what he has
to go through.

Here, Theory of Flight.
This'll do. "Resultant.

"The resultant of two vectors
is defined as the single
vector which will produce

"the same effect upon a body
as is produced by the

"joint action of the
two vectors."

- What's a vector?
- How do I know?

And that's simply nothing.
He has to learn everything in
the whole book.

Gee, that's a terrible thing
to put a man through.
Does Stinson know about this?

That's the army manual. What
do you think they train on?
McGuffey's Reader?

And I'll tell you something
else. This is scientific.

Did you know that after
21 years old, you don't absorb
a thing?

- What do you do with it?
- With what?

Your brain, or your nerve,
or whatever it is that makes
you earn a fortune a picture

and makes Max a great editor.
Nobody ever did that before
they were 21.

All right, Robert, all right.
Maybe it's no good to absorb.

I don't know. I'm just telling
you that Max is down here
competing with 20-year-olds.

He's 39. He's hanging on by
his eyebrows.

Now go on, get out of here.

Then his chances of passing
this thing are slight.
Is that right?

- So what?
- So, let him stop this
nonsense right now.

Let him get a discharge and
go back to work.

You know, for a millionaire,
you're not very bright,
Robert.

You oughta know Max better
than that.

He wouldn't even consider it.

What am I supposed to do, wait
until he flunks out?

If he does,
and I hope he doesn't

that's fine. And I just wait
on that chance. How long?

I don't know.
A month, six weeks.

I'm telling you right now,
that's too long.

And I'm telling you something,
Robert.

If Max ever feels that he
flunked out because
you interfered

he'll never forgive you
as long as he lives.

And that'll be the end of you,
and of him,
and the paper forever.

So, go ahead, don't be
intelligent about it.

Don't deal with the situation
the way it exists. Just

go on and wreck everything.

All right. Then there's only
one intelligent thing
I can do.

- What's that?
- I got a good offer for
the paper.

Effective any minute I care to
pick up the phone.

You wouldn't sell it.

I'm just as sentimental as
you are but not stupid.

That paper is going downhill
a mile a minute.

What would you do if you had
two million bucks of your
money tied up in it?

Sit back on the chance of
Max coming back?

Or exercise good business
judgment and get out while
the getting is good?

Max will die. If he hears a
word of this, he'll...

There he comes.

Now listen, not a word about
anything, Robert.

If there's a hope in there
somewhere, it's in your
keeping your mouth shut.

- But I...
- You just dropped in.

The paper is doing fine.
You're perfectly happy.

Oh, gosh.

Here.

- Darling!
- Hello, honey.

Darling, look who dropped in
on us.

Max, Max, it's your old
friend Gow.

Look how happy he is.

- Hello, Max.
- Not a care in the world.

What's he want?
What's he doing down here?

He just dropped in to look at
some property.

- Some property named Max?
- Now, my dear boy.

- What's in that briefcase?
- For Heaven's sake.

Just a few letters and a
contract for the property.

He never has anything in
his briefcase.
But he's Robert Drexel Gow.

People expect him to carry it.
Look. Nothing in it at all.

He just dropped in to say hello.

- Hello.
- He said "Hello" right at me.

If he's in a hurry to get
away, we don't want to
keep him.

But darling, it's great us
having a high-class character
like Robert Drexel Gow

just sitting around. It'll
knock the Foleys for a loop.

Yeah, not bad.

Hello, Robert. How are you?

Gee whiz, I'm overwhelmed.

- Did you get everything,
angel?
- Yeah, I got some cigars, too.

Oh, good.

- They'll be here any minute.
- Yes, and I want to change.

Now, Robert,
you behave yourself.

Oh Polly, I didn't tell you
about the Foleys.

No, how did it happen?
I'm dying to know.

Will someone please tell me
who the dickens is Foley.

He's just the commanding
officer of the whole field,
that's all. Colonel Foley.

Do you have to polish
your own shoes?

And press my pants, and sew
on my buttons. Anything wrong?

- Max loves it.
- I love it.

Well, love makes the world
go round.

That's the way I feel about
the newspaper business.

Oh, speaking of the
newspaper business...

Which nobody was, Robert.

Kennedy sends his regards.

Kennedy's doing beautifully,
Max.

I knew he would if you'd
just give him a chance.

You never liked him.

I still don't.
He eats too loud.

Don't eat with him.
Sit down, relax.

Oh!

Honey, they're here.
Hurry up, baby.

Wow, what's this?
A night at the opera?

You relax. And don't forget to
act the way they write about
you in the papers.

Not the way they write about
you in your own paper.

They don't want to see a big
natural homespun millionaire.

They wanna see a millionaire
that's got class.

- The cigars.
- The cigars.

He's leaning on the car,
talking.

Well, get him in here.
I'm tired of relaxing.

Shh! I can't order a colonel
in here if he isn't ready to
come in.

- Twenty-sixty?
- Yes!

Two houses down.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.

How did I get curved into this?

Shut up, Gow.

Well, here goes.

- How do you do, Colonel?
- How do you do, Wharton?

- Mrs. Foley?
- No, Mrs. Gates.
How do you do?

- Mrs. Foley's mother.
This is Mrs. Foley.
- How do you do?

I'm so glad you could come.
Won't you come in?

- Thank you.
- This is thrilling.

Ah, here we are, Mrs. Wharton.
As good as my word.

- Darling, this is Mrs. Gates.
- Oh, we know each other.

Old pot-cleaning
acquaintances.

- My daughter, Mrs. Foley.
- Oh Mrs. Wharton,
this is wonderful.

- Darling, this is
Colonel Foley.
- Colonel, how nice of you.

- Somehow I...
- I'm sure we've...

- Oh!
- Oh, of course.

Darling, I didn't know...

- Yes, indeed.
- Ah!

Pet, you never told me.

One doesn't tell his wife
everything you know, pet.

I am Robert Drexel Gow.

Oh yes, our old friend
Robert Gow.

- Mrs. Gates.
- How do you do?

- Well, I never thought I'd
meet you. Are you leaving?
- I am not.

- Mrs. Foley, Mr. Gow.
- Robert Drexel Gow.

And Colonel Gates, eh...
Colonel Foley, I must be mad.

I'm glad to know you, my friend.

- Colonel Foley.
- I know he's a colonel.

I don't know how you folks
feel but I'm tired standing.

Well, sit down, sit down,
Mrs. Gates.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

- Whoops!
- Mother!

There's something under here.

Oh darling, it's all right, Max.

- It's my knitting.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh no, I've been hoping
somebody would come along
and sit on it.

It's curling at the edges.
Please flatten it out for me.

Well if you say so.
I'm quite a flattener.

- Sit down, Robert.
- Any more flattening
you want done?

- No Robert, just sit down.
- Mind if I sit next to your
wife, Colonel?

- Mrs. Foley's my wife.
- She's my daughter.

I thought you two were sisters.

Would you like a cigarette?

Thank you.

Thank you, Wharton.

Darling, Mrs. Foley's...

(COUGHS)

Dear.

- Well, we've got that done.
- Yes.

Well now, what would you like
to drink? Robert, you get the
ice and ginger ale.

- Me?
- Yes, Robert. Right up there.

Would you like bourbon and
ginger ale? Scotch and soda?

- Oh, what would you like?
- Well eh...

Robert!

Mrs. Wharton, I just think I
will have to pinch myself.

Well, you just go right ahead.

I told the Colonel driving
over here, I said, "Pet

"let's drive the carefullest
we've ever driven because I
could not possibly stand it if

"anything were to happen now,
when I'm just about to meet
Paula Wharton."

And all that time, you didn't
tell me that you...

- Yes, Polly,
where did you meet?
- Stop prying, Wharton.

I don't think there's anybody
but you hasn't written home

that Paula Wharton is down here.

- Robert!
- It's stuck.

Here, I'll help.

You need a hammer and chisel.
You got a hammer and chisel?

No I haven't got a hammer
and chisel.

I can usually handle
these things.

Pardon me, just a moment.

Now, if you'll all just
step back.

(SCREAMING)

Colonel, you rang the bell.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

In the old days, all you
needed was an ice pick and a
hunk of ice.

Now you've got to be a
blooming safecracker.

We just don't use it often
enough, that's all.

You know, I think I can do it
with this all right.

Excuse me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, oh, oh.

(SCREAMING)

Just a moment, I think we'd
better take a few things
out again.

Ooh, strawberries!

Ooh, hmmm, ooh!

Let me try something, here.

All you need is just a
little common sense.

- Quite right, sir.
- Everything back, please.

Here you are.

I tell you, Robert, we'll all
have bourbon and ginger ale.

- That'll make it simpler
for you.
- Thank you.

Come on now, let's all get
settled again.

You've just come back from
Hollywood, haven't you
Mrs. Wharton?

Yes, that's right.

You've been adapting a new
book for the screen, I read.

- Yes.
- They can't get along without
her out there.

The producer keeps phoning her
the whole time.

Who's phoning?

Nixon.

Joel Nixon?

Yes, Joel Nixon.

Mrs. Wharton, what's that
Charles Boyer like?

Oh, he's terribly nice.

Really?
Oh, I'm so glad to know that.

- Why? Did you hear
anything different?
- Oh heavens, no.

I like him so much, I want to
be sure I'm not wasting my
time on the wrong man.

What I'd like to know is

do the actresses have their
babies in between
the pictures?

Or do they make the pictures
in between the babies?

- Heads up.
- Oh, Robert!

Saved me a couple of trips.

I'm so sorry.

Robert, get some more ice cubes.

I put them in the glasses.
They've all got some.

Well then, fill up the tray
for the next time.

I thought I was catering only
for this party. You mean I may
begin to look ahead?

- Yes, Robert.
- There's no water here.

Where's the water?

You have to get the water
out of the...

Excuse me. The bathroom.

Excuse me while I powder my
ice cubes.

Isn't he amusing.

There you are, Mrs. Gates.

Now, there's something I want
to ask the Colonel.

Do all men, when they're
graduated from here, get sent
to Crocker Field, Arkansas?

I don't think you should ask
the Colonel that, Polly.

Why, they get sent all over,
don't they, pet?

That's right. They usually...

Of course, there's way of
knowing until they get their
orders the day they graduate.

I think Polly was just curious.

He's he doing, General?

- Pardon me?
- I mean Colonel.

You think Max is going to pass?

I understand old dogs like him
don't learn much in school
down here.

In fact, over 21 you just
don't absorb anything.

- Is that true, pet?
- Oh, nonsense.

Where did you get a
fantastic notion like that,
Robert?

It's scientific.
Polly was telling me.

Oh, that couple that was here
before we were, Max.
You know that young girl?

That's what she said. I was
just telling Robert. It's the
silliest thing I ever heard.

I should think so, because in
Mr. Wharton's case, being so
awfully clever.

The whole camp's talking about
the thing you wrote.

Max wrote something?

It was nothing, Robert.
Nothing at all.

Just a little sketch on his
life for the camp paper.

Oh, Mrs. Wharton, you're far
too modest, it was wonderful.

In fact, it's about the best
thing on the war I ever read.

He wrote something on the war?

Now don't get any silly
notions, Robert. We...

Don't go in for politics
down here.

- Didn't you think it was
wonderful, pet?
- Yes, pretty strong.

Oh strong, hey?

In fact I'd make it a point to
tell you, Wharton

that little piece of yours
went on to Washington.

Washington?

Now, isn't that nice?

You mean you sent it on,
Colonel?

No, they asked for it.

Well, how did they hear
about it?

Oh, they hear about everything.

You don't think they could
object to it, do you?

Well, after all, if it was a
little strong.

I don't try to outguess
Washington, Wharton.

No, sir.

Pet, you can say more without
saying anything.

Yes, sir, when Max goes
strong, there isn't a better
man in the country.

Of course, he sounds off,
now and then.
Causes a little embarrassment.

I remember he was writing a
series of articles for...

I don't think the Colonel
would be interested, Robert.

(BUGLE CALL)

Well pet, that's us.

I don't intend to budge a step
until I hear Mrs. Wharton make
one of her famous remarks.

Well good, which one would
you like.

What I wonder is,
Mrs. Wharton,
would you autograph your book?

Of course.

Lovely.

- Your cap, sir.
- Oh, thank you.

Has Secretary Simpson been
around lately, Colonel?

No, he hasn't.

How many men have you got
down here, Colonel?

Quite a few.

(COUGHS) That's good.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Wharton.
This has been wonderful.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Foley.
- Simply wonderful.

Goodbye.

You must come often.

We will. Goodbye.

- You hour's about up, Wharton.
- Yes, sir. I'll start back to
the field in one minute, sir.

- Goodbye, Colonel.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Wharton,
thank you.

MRS. FOLEY: What I want to
know is where did you and
Mrs. Wharton...

You meddlesome baboon.
What are you trying to do?
Get me thrown out of here?

Well, what did I do?

Trying to find out what my
report card's gonna read.

Waiting around like some dirty
ambulance chaser to pick
me up if I don't pass.

Making me out a doddering
idiot and then steaming the

Colonel on this
Washington business.

Polly, what do you think
that means?

Why Washington? Oh, I've got a
horrible feeling.

Oh, Max.

I shouldn't have done it.
They sent me here to study.
Not to run the world.

You heard what he called it.
"Strong."

They're gonna heave me out of
here, I know it.

Well, what's so tragic
about that?

Sure, anything's all right
that gets me heaved
out of here.

That's all you're
meddling about.

I don't have to meddle.
The Army is telling you
right now

-"Sorry, but you're 40 and
it's showing."
- Oh, stop it.

You have no more a chance
at becoming second lieutenant
than I have.

- That's what you're
praying for.
- I'll bet you 2 to 1 on it.

- Max, you take that bet.
- You're just down here

engaged in a willful piece
of self-indulgence at the
expense of...

Darling, you're going to be
late. He'll get ten demerits
for this.

- Bye, darling.
- Goodbye, dear.

Where did you meet
Colonel Foley?

For heaven's sake, he caught
me with my negligee on.

- Negligee?
- Max, go on. You're late.

You and the Colonel?

So, you were going to blab
about the paper, weren't you?
After what I told you.

After what you saw in this
room. After this
Washington bombshell.

How come if he's up to his
neck in work

he can find time to write
documents for some
one-horse newspaper?

Never mind about that.

I told you, if Max can ever
say it was Gow's fault
I didn't get through

it was that threat to sell
the paper

if Max can ever say that, you
and he are through.

What I want to know is how
come he can find time
to write...

- Oh,
for heaven's sake he didn't.
- Well did he write it or not?

Well, yes.

A situation came up.
He grabbed a frantic half hour
to do it in.

Robert, either this Washington
thing gets him thrown out

or it comes to the same thing,
he'll worry about it and
flunk out.

Isn't that enough for you?
You're practically certain to
have him back in six weeks.

I've got to have him
before that.

Didn't you hear anything I
said? How can you have him
before that?

By getting an editorial from
Max. One every week until he
gets out of here.

I want a frantic half hour of
Max's time once a week.

And you call Max willful.

When it comes to stuff like
you're hiding there

hitting the street day after
day for the next two months

yes, I'm plenty willful
and you ought to be, too.

Where's my briefcase?
Somebody has got to tell
Max something.

Either you do, and get that
weekly editorial

or I will and get his
signature on this deed.

Max is an officer in
the corporation.

He's got to sign this if
the paper is going to be sold.

Good heavens, Polly.
Max in no child.

This is a much bigger
situation than he wrote for
down here.

Of course, I don't want you
to get him alarmed, but hint
to him about Kennedy.

Well, I you've got to have
your editorials, Robert, I
guess you've got to have them.

You mean you'll tell him?

Now we're getting somewhere.
Polly, I've got to have that
stuff quick.

And I've got to have some
time, Robert.

- After all, I may not see him
for a few days.
- A few days, that's all.

- But I've got to have it.
- The quicker you get out,
the quicker I start thinking.

There's a north-bound plane
at 6 o'clock.

But Polly, suppose Max doesn't
flunk out of here in six weeks

and they send him 10,000
miles away. Then where am I?

I might as well just sell
the paper now.

Everything in the world is
against his getting through.

What do you want, my
personal guarantee?

All right. Shoot the stuff
along to me, baby.

- Goodbye, Polly.
- Goodbye, Robert.
And one thing.

- I'll handle this.
You keep strictly out.
- Sure, I'll be waiting.

Give my love to Max.

Lights out.

Mrs. Dumbrowski, how
sweet of you.

- I'd ask you in...
- No, you go ahead and work.
You're having a hard time.

Toughest job of writing I ever
did in my life.
I'm on my umptieth version.

- How'd you know?
- We've heard the typewriter
for two nights.

I'm sorry.

We don't mind. Go right ahead.
Only you ought to get sleep.

- I'll make a note of that.
You're an angel.
- Don't mention it.

Max, darling, what a surprise.
How long can you stay?

Just long enough to press
my pants.

- What are you doing?
- Joel Nixon finally caught up
with me.

I'm making some changes
in the script.

He's been on the phone like
a maniac from Hollywood.

- You really been working.
Look at the place.
- Working against time, Max.

You know.
The picture is shooting now.

Go on, sweetheart,
take off your pants.
I'll get the board ready.

You don't look as if
you've slept...

Sure I have. As much as
I need, honest. Go on.

- Honey, that's too bad.
- I like work. You know that.
I thrive on it.

Take your shoes off, too,
darling, I'll brush them off
for you.

You're gonna get awfully sick
of me

if all I do around here is
press pants and shine shoes.

Oh, sure.
Don't forget your tooth,
angel.

- What?
- I said your tooth. Is it
in your mouth or your pocket?

If it's in your pocket I
just don't want you to keep
on ironing it

like you did last time.

Gosh, the way you talk about
my false tooth.

People get awfully
careless married.
You just say any old thing.

A false tooth is no disgrace.

And I don't tell people.

Nice and restful here without
Gow, isn't it?

Darn nerve tester.

I'd like to see his face
if I finish top of the class.

Max, don't tell me you're
taking anything Robert
said seriously.

- No, no, no.
- Well, then what? You're
little eyes look so sad.

It's this quiz we have coming
up tomorrow and I was just
running it over in my mind.

What quiz, darling?
Couldn't I help?

No.
It's reviewing a lot of stuff.
It's this paper they gave me.

Ten questions.
They pick out five at random
and spiel it out.

Why don't you let me iron and
you study?

No, I'm faster at this, darling.

Well, then I can be asking the
questions while
you're ironing.

Polly,
please hang the questions.

All right, dear.

Well, I'm still here.

Nothing from Washington yet.

That's the main worry,
isn't it Max?

That and everything else.

Gow's probably right.
I don't think I'm gonna make
it, Polly.

- You need a little sleep,
yourself.
- It's no good, darling.

What they say, over 21,
makes a lot of sense.
I'm outclassed.

- Max, you sound like you want
to quit.
- Well, what should it be?

Another month of
useless punishment

or the same month back
in my old line where I'm good.

There will be music to face
if I flunk.
Why not face it now?

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello. Yes.

Well I...

Hello?

Tomorrow, Joel.
It goes off tomorrow.

Tomorrow Joel?

There's a lot to say for
quitting now.
Gow would meet me with a band.

But you wouldn't be feeling
so chipper about it,
would you?

In fact, you'd be taking a
pretty bad licking inside,
wouldn't you Max?

And that's your genius,
angel, never knowing when
you're licked.

Certainly never saying you are.

No.

Flunking out after giving the
best you have, there's some
self-respect in that.

But quitting in the middle,
that's a licking.

Where's that paper?

Let me see.

Darling,
define polyconic projection.

It's no good, darling.
I've told myself all that.
But I know I'm too old.

Old? Max!

That over 21 business is a lie.

Like the one about "You can't
teach an old dog new tricks."

The fellows who spout lies
like that don't think the
world ought to change, either.

It's too old a dog.
Well, you show them.
Come on, now.

Define polyconic projection.

Holler it so loud that
even Gow can hear it.

Oh, come on!

Polyconic projection is a
projection of the
earth's surface

on a series of right,
circular cones

tangent to the earth on
prescribed standard parallels

and with their apices on
an extension of the earth's
polar axis.

Angel, that's it! You got it!

It's only the first one.
I don't know the others.

Max, don't stand there and
tell me you don't know a
simple thing like question 2.

What is resection?

Resection is a method of
determining an
unknown location

by sighting from the
unknown location...

by sighting from the
unknown location...

Max, remember that lady you
told me about who used
to give you piano lessons?

Who?

- Mrs. Pointer?
- Uh-huh.

Oh! On two known points

and after making
proper corrections

plotting the reciprocal of
the azimuth obtained.

You see, stubborn.
You knew it all the time.
You just couldn't think.

It's no good kidding, Polly.

You either know it or
you don't.
That's what you get graded on.

Not how you play 20 questions
with your wife.

Darling, with reminders like
this, you can learn it.

I'm more likely to say that
each point on her reciprocal
piano corresponds to

Mrs. Pointer teaching me
the Pixie Drill.

Ah. I haven't heard you
play that in years.

- All right, what is a
rhumb line?
- A rhumb line is...

Wait a minute.
What's the date on that paper?

July 5th.

That's last week's paper.

Oh, no!

Last week's paper and I
don't even know it.

And I've already passed it.
You see what I mean?

Where's this week's paper?

- All right, let's go.
- Polly, it's no good.

Max, we've gotten this far.
Please, let's graduate.

You're indestructible.

You just say that 'cause you
know my people have got money.

Question 1: what is a spinner?

Uh...

Well, anybody knows what
that is, I should think.

Come on, let's hear it.
What is a spinner?

- I don't know.
- Yes you do know, Max.

Polly, I know when I'm licked.
Give it up.

Did Mrs. Marshall and
Mrs. Eisenhower give it up?

Leave me alone, Polly.

Oh Max, please.

Look, a spinner is a fairing.

Darling, a spinner is a fairing.

A spinner...

A spinner is a fairing

- of approximately conical
- of approximately conical

- or paraboloidal shape
- or paraboloidal shape

- which is fitted coaxially
- which is fitted coaxially

- with the propeller
- with the propeller

- and revolves
- and revolves

- with the propeller.
- with the propeller.

That's right.

Now, question 2.

Define camber. Explain its
relation to the use of
landing flaps.

The world and apple pie.

Kennedy, get in here and read
an editorial by a man who
knows how to write on.

Get in here!

The world and apple pie.

Is it really all right, Robert?

Just like the old Max.
Kiss him for me, honey,
And keep the stuff coming.

Yes Robert. Keep 'em coming.

Bye, Robert.

He's still taking his
final exams.

We won't know till tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow is the day.

You know his chances as well
as I do. Why do you ask me
that every time you call?

You know he hasn't got a prayer.

Yes, I will Robert.
The minute I know.

Please let Max graduate.

Or no...

Maybe you better flunk him out.

That is, if you can do it
without breaking his heart.

Or, if you could pass Max

and still not let Robert
sell the pap...

Or maybe...

Oh, I don't know.

Just do the best you can.

I really don't know.

I'm a lieutenant!
Gee fellows, I'm a lieutenant!

Two-seventy-one.

Yippee, second lieutenant!

Polly?

Polly?

- Mrs. Wharton went out
an hour ago.
- Where?

She said for a walk.
Anywhere where she wouldn't
hear any news.

Why the silly... I graduated.

Well, that's marvelous.
You mean the names are
already posted?

Number 271. That's me.

Congratulations!

Joel Nixon.

Max, I wouldn't recognize you.
How are you?

How am I?
I'm a second lieutenant.
I graduated five minutes ago.

- That's simply marvelous.
Congratulations.
- Thanks.

What a time, finding this place.

It's a humble dwelling, but a
scene of triumph.

In there, my friend, a plain
little woman cooked and
scrubbed and skimped

and deprived herself of the
necessities to give her boy
an education.

- And who would that be?
- Polly.

- Is she home?
- She'll be back in a minute.

And at the same time, she was
pouring over her typewriter

night after night to save
the scalp of Joel Nixon.

- To save what?
- Brother, how she worked on
that stuff.

- What stuff?
- The copy. The scenes.

Take it easy, Max.
What scenes?

The picture, silly.
The one you're producing.

- The one shooting right now.
- You mean Polly's picture?

Joel, what's the matter with
you? What other pictures would
I know about?

That picture has been
postponed for two months.

- The script's in trouble...
- Who says so? It's perfect.
It always was.

Then why drive Polly crazy
with desperate phone calls?

I haven't spoken to Polly
since she left Hollywood.

- Cut it out.
- Not once!

Wait a minute.
You are Joel Nixon.

- Don't be a darn fool.
- You did come all the way
from Hollywood to see Polly.

I brought an idea I thought
she might be interested in
working on.

I knew she wouldn't come
back to Hollywood to
talk about it

and it couldn't be discussed
over the phone.

You swear you never
called her once.

Are we back to that again?

You say she was working?

- Like a dog.
She never even slept.
- It's simple.

She's got a new book in
her head. She always works
hard when she writes.

Not like that.
Besides, there was that phone.

Wait a minute.

It's hard to believe but...

I know how to prove it.
Joel, I've gotta run
into town.

You don't mind if I use
your cab.

What about Polly?
Aren't you going to wait?

You know, I just remembered
she won't be back
till tomorrow.

- But you said...
- You're stating in town,
aren't you Joel?

- Yes.
- Let's ride in together.
I can drop you off.

Why not come around for
the graduation in the morning.

Then you and Polly can have
all the talk you want.

- Mrs. Wharton, your husband
was looking for you.
- Thanks.

He graduated.

Mrs. Wharton, is anything wrong?

He was 270 something.
He was so proud.
Isn't it wonderful?

(PHONE RINGS)

- It certainly is.
- Your telephone is ringing,
Mrs. Wharton.

I think I'll just let it ring.

(BUZZING)

- Nobody answers on the
Wharton call, Mr. Gow.
- Keep trying.

- Ring her every 15 minutes.
Keep trying.
- Yes, Mr. Gow

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Put Mr. Gow on, please.

Max graduated, Robert.

Yes, you heard me.
He's Second Lieutenant
Max Wharton.

Must you do that right away?

Well, I tell you what I expect:

I expect you to act like
a man with some feeling

I expect you to let Max enjoy
a triumph like this

not come rushing down
here waving a paper

that says his child's been
sold from under him.

Saying that's what you get for
serving your country

and going through tortures
to do it.

I don't know but

if you could just wait
a little while.

Not a long time.

Polly?

Max, darling.

My wonder boy!

I'm so darn happy.

It's dark in here, isn't it?
I was lying down and
the phone rang.

Of all people, Gow.
He was curious.

And did I tell him.
270 in a class of 300.

My Max smarter than
30 other fellows.

- 271, darling.
- All right, 29 fellows.

Robert was very happy, dear.
He may come down
for graduation.

It wouldn't matter having
that old stinkweed around
now, would it?

You want to know something,
Polly?

(PHONE RINGS)

I'll get it.

It's Joel Nixon, I'm sure.

Hello?

Oh, it's for you.

Hello? Yes.

Okay, I'll be right over.

Colonel Foley wants to see me.

I love you, Polly.

About that piece you wrote
for camp paper, Wharton.

Washington has made up
its mind. They like it.

They do, sir?

We'd like you to speak
for the graduating class.

Could you prepare your
speech tonight?

- Yes, sir.
- That'll be all.

Mr. Gow!

(WHISPERING) Robert.

- How do you do, Mr. Gow?
- How do you do?

- How do you do, Mr. Gow?
- How do you do?

You couldn't wait, could you?
Couldn't let Max have his
little day of triumph?

Had to come flying down here
like an old crow.

Very impressive.

Robert, that bill of sale
you want Max to sign,
I'll get it done for you.

I don't want you to see him
or talk to him.

And I will well and
faithfully discharge

- The duties of this office
- The duties of this office

- Upon which I'm about to enter
- Upon which I'm about to enter

- So help me, God.
- So help me, God.

He'll hate you. After
breaking his back writing
those editorials.

Second Lieutenant Max Wharton.

Robert, please, go back home.
I'll have the paper in New
York tomorrow, signed.

Lieutenant Wharton will now
respond for the
graduating class.

To be asked to address
this class is a great honor.

There are many things
I've wanted to say since
coming here.

Important things

about the job we're doing

and the bigger job yet to do.

Robert, please.

I've looked for ways to
say all that.

Then, just yesterday, I came
across something written

that said it more simply and
far better than I could ever
hope to.

And I decided instead of
a speech of my own

I would read this to you.

It has a rather curious title.

"The World and Apple Pie.

"What has apple pie got
to do with the world?

"Simply this: You go about
making them in exactly the
same way.

"For instance, apple pie.

"You just put a lot of things
in a little pot and mix.

"That's where the secret is:
The right ingredients in a
little pot.

"Down to the last pinch of
flour and the last grain
of salt

"because what comes out of
the oven can never be
any better

"than the things that went
into the mixing.

"That's the rule to
remember. It's very simple."

The editorial.

"And the world?
Well, that's in the making
right now, isn't it?

"If you want it to turn out
right, just remember the rule:

"Whatever goes into the
making, no matter how small

"will show up in the end.

"Joe Adams found that out.
A young reporter I knew.

"Joe's world looked perfect.

"'My dish, ' he said.

"But some pretty foul things
were cooking in it.

"Like the murder of a far-off
country called Manchuria

"and of another called Ethiopia

"and the victory at Munich
of a certain maniac.

"Just little things happening
thousands of miles away.

"What did they have to do
with Joe's world?

"Why, everything!

"Because Manchuria, Ethiopia
and Munich

"were his world, too.

"Whether he knew it or not.

"And those little crimes were
cooking in it.

"And I'll tell you what they
had to do with Joe.

"They caught up with him.

"And they killed him.

"And Joe is buried now in an
island in the Pacific.

"You see, Joe died to tell us
you can't beat the rules.

"The right things have to go
into the making.

"Remember, if the smallest
ingredient is wrong

"you will find it in the
final result.

"Or, no, it will find you.

"So what is it you're
dreaming of for the future?

"Is it happiness you want?

"Then start by making certain
of happiness for the
two billion other souls

"on this planet.
And prosperity?

"Then mix in prosperity for
every other human being alive.

"Don't overlook the farthest
corner of the earth

"and the humblest man
living in it.

"Lasting peace and a life of
spirit for yourself and
your children

"Is that what you want?

"Then add those same things
for two billion others

"of every kind and creed.

"And finally, add this, too.

"Add the Sermon on the Mount
as the rule of life.

"And add your voice and your
means and your strength

"until there is mercy and
justice for the humblest
man on earth.

"Or, otherwise

"when the final story of
your life is told

"like Joe's

"you will have had none
of these things yourself."

(APPLAUSE)

Wasn't it just wonderful?

Mrs. Wharton, where are
you going?

- Polly?
- Here we are. How are you,
Lieutenant?

- Polly?
- She's not here.

- Where is she?
- How should I know?

- Well you were right with her.
- Didn't she come down on
the field?

- No.
- What's happened to her?

All I know is she was sitting
right in back of me.

I turn around, all of the
sudden she was gone.

- She disappeared.
- Well, where?

I haven't the slightest idea,
but she's too big a girl
to get lost.

And now, Lieutenant Wharton,
I've got something to take up
with you.

Whatever it is,
and I can imagine,
I'm gonna find Polly first.

- Now, just a minute.
- You heard me, old bullhead.

- Polly!
- Hurray. She's found.

- Hello, Polly.
- Darling, where were you?

- Taking a long walk.
- Walk?

This is the nuttiest family
I've ever seen.

Oh, Max,
there's nobody like you.

Nobody in this whole, entire
gorgeous, stinking world.

- I agree, darling.
- He agrees.

Max, how did you find out?

Who do you think I bumped
into around here yesterday?

Your old friend, Joel Nixon.

- How are you, Polly?
- Now listen, Max.

You've got to sign this,
I'm selling the paper.

- You don't say.
- Yes, darling. That's why
I did it.

It was a great speech I made
today, wasn't it, Polly?

His own editorial is great,
he says.

Beautifully expressed, he
announced before
10,000 people.

Why don't you let someone
else say so?

- Okay, go ahead. You say so.
- All right, I'll say so. I'll
also say sign this.

Why sign it?
Why not keep the fella that
wrote that editorial?

- You mean you'll quit
the Army?
- No.

I mean Polly. She wrote it.

You're crazy.
You didn't, did you Polly?

It's true, Robert. The first
time I saw it was yesterday,
at the public library.

She did it all, right here,
with her own little brains.

Joel Nixon interrupting
20 times a day.

Who, me?

Hello, Joel. Sit down.
Right under your nose,
you chowder head.

Greatest hunk of editorial
brains in the country.

Go on! Make her an offer.
Before I wire the truth to
every paper in New York.

Polly.

My dear Mrs. Wharton.

You mean go back to New York?

Oh no. I'm staying with Max
until he ships out of
the country

so just forget it, boys.

Darling, there's a home front
job to do.

- You were just born to do
this one.
- Oh no.

Polly, you darn fool.
This answer came straight
from heaven.

- Policemen, these men are
following me.
- Hello, Polly, remember me?

- Polly, listen.
- Oh, ha ha.

Hello, can we come in?

Hello.

Where did you rush off
to, Mrs. Wharton?

Oh, it was just something
she'd written.

Come in and sit down.

I'll just be a second.

Lieutenant Wharton will have
to be at the station in
half an hour.

A half hour?
Where's max going?

- Wouldn't you like to know?
- The colonel picked up
his orders.

You thought I wasn't paying
attention that day when you
talked to me about it here.

I guess I can take a hint.

You want to go to
Crocker Field, Arkansas?

That's where you're going.

Crocker Field?

- It wasn't the easiest thing
in the world to fix.
- Indeed, it wasn't.

I don't know what to say, sir.

- Thank you very much.
- Just wonderful of you.

Not at all. We're on our way.
Good luck.

- Thank you, sir.
- Some day when the war
is over, we must get together.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs. Wharton.
It was wonderful knowing you.
And write lots of books.

- I will.
- And we'll certainly try
hard to read them.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye, sir.
- Goodbye.

Crocker.

- That's awful.
- What's awful? What happened?

What's going on?
What's all this Crocker about?

Don't ask me.
I'm not even here.

Will somebody please tell
me what's going on?

Crocker Field, Robert, is for
men only. Wives never go.

Wives never go? You don't say.

Listen, Max, you got graduated
today, not divorced.

You mean not even the great
Paula Wharton could go
to Crocker?

That's what the Army thinks.

Polly, listen.
There's no hotel.
You'd have to find a room.

- I'll pitch a tent.
- Darling, it's 20 miles away.

I'd never get to see you.
You're not going.
I won't let you.

That means Polly goes back
to New York with me.
Is that right?

- Max.
- Darling, be a brave kid.
I've only got half an hour

-to catch my train.
- Oh, yes, that's right. I can
be ready in a minute.

- Ready for what?
- I'm gonna ride with you
all the way to Crocker.

- You can't.
- Of course I can.
I'm all packed.

Polly, I must have an answer.

Polly, we don't know if we
can get a ticket.

You mean one of those silly
little pieces of paper, ah.

Well don't stand around
boys, there's baggage.

Who's got a car? There's
somebody's taxi out here
Whose is it?

- Mine.
- All right.
Then get this stuff moving.

- Polly, can I have just
one word?
- I'm glad you came, Joel.

- Grab those two things right
there, will you?
- Now, just a minute.

Pick up the duffle bag,
Robert, and stop yammering.
Here, take this.

- Give me my briefcase.
- Here's your briefcase.

Hurry up. My wife and I are
going on a trip.

Here's your hat, Robert.

- Is this bungalow 2016?
- Yes it is. Would you step
aside, miss?

There you are.
All clear now, boys.

- Polly, I...
- Move along, Robert.

You're the new tenant.
Come right on in.

You'll have to excuse me,
though.
I'm in a terrible hurry.

- You're Paula Wharton.
- Yes, I am. You're
absolutely right.

You'll love it here.
This is the nicest bungalow
in the whole court.

Of course, the roof leaks
a little. And there's no
shower, and there are moths.

But if you put a few ants
in the cupboard,
it'll keep the salt...

Oh, the other way around,
I mean.

And there's water in the
kitchen sink, but you
get so you like it like that.

Let's see if there's anyth...
Oh yes.
This window is kind of tricky.

You just don't open it.
You kind of have to...

Oh!

That's the general idea,
only you're not supposed
to go through the floor.

- What the...?
- Polly, can I have just one
word after coming...

It was nice seeing you
again, Joel. Goodbye.

- Polly, please...
- Just send the trunks on
to New York, will you?

Polly, you mean you'll
take the job?

- Well, what do you think,
you big friendly stinkweed?
- So long, Robert.

Polly, what do I call you
in the future?

- Sir or ma'am?
- Just call her boss.

Okay, boss.