Daddy Long Legs Page #3

Welcome to Walston College.

Thank you.

You're in Room 205 with Linda Pendleton

and Sally McBride.

Right up the stairs

and down the hall to your left.

Thank you, Miss Senior.

Egghead! Egghead!

Egghead!

Egghead!

Hit it, mama!

- Okay.!

- Come on, everybody.

Welcome, egghead

Wipe that smile off your face

Never speak

until you're spoken to

What an egghead

You're an egghead

But you're soon

gonna be hard-boiled

Blow your nose, dry your ears

Get up and salute when a senior appears

Move your feet

Get out the lead

Put a hat on to cover

the point on your head

Tummy in, sweater out

And eliminate that supercilious pout

But since you are a lady, dear

you're very welcome here

Welcome, egghead

You're an egghead

But you're soon

gonna be hard-boiled

- Oh! Oh, pardon.

- Excuse me.

Hi. I'm Sally McBride.

This is Linda Pendleton.

- Hi.

- Hi. Hi, Miss Pendleton. I am Julie Andre.

We've heard about you. We're both signing up

for French and we expect to get straight A's.

You know, I'd help you with English,

but I'm a total loss at it myself. I smell.

Oh! You do?

- At English.

- Oh!

However, I have got a brother

at Harvard who's real smooth.

So if I were you, I'd cultivate me.

You better cultivate Linda too...

because her folks are big

muck-a-mucks around here.

Every time you need a new building or

something, her uncle coughs up the mazuma.

Oh, pipe down, Sally. Look, have we said

anything that you can understand yet?

Well, most of the words, yes,

but the meaning, l-

- I thought so.

- Don't worry. You'll get with it.

Uh, one of us has to sleep

in a room by herself.

Would it bother you

if you slept alone?

Alone?

A bedroom for myself?

Oh, no. No, no, that would

not bother me at all.

Good, then that's settled.

Now, uh, where's your trunk?

Uh, l- I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

Didn't you pack?

Oh, yes, but, uh-

All I packed was this.

She's smart.

She believes in traveling light.

Well, surely those aren't all the clothes

you have for the whole year, are they?

I don't know. Uh-

Uh, come in.

Miss, uh, Julie Andre?

- Yes, that's me.

- We got a couple of trunks for you.

Oh!

- Okay.

- Oh-

- Oh, you-

- If I didn't-

Good night!

Why, I've never seen anything so big.

- Oh, Julie.

- I don't believe it.

- Miss Andre?

- Yes?

Will you sign here, please?

- And you were the girl who didn't have any trunks?

- Here?

- Yes, please.

- Oh, and she believes in traveling light.

Oh!

Look at them-

at two of them.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Well, come on! Aren't you gonna open them?

- Open them!

Ooh, yes. Yes.

- Hurry.

- Well, uh-They are locked.

Well, of course they're locked!

Where are the keys?

Oh, uh-

Oh, the keys!

- The keys!

- Of course, the keys.

Oh, well, uh, I am tired

of saying I do not know...

but I do not know.

Well, look, we'll try my nail file.

It works great on my sister's diary.

- Yes?

- Julie?

- Yes?

- This just arrived, special delivery.

- Oh, thank you.

- Now, don't get used to this kind of service.

- It's only the first day.

- The keys!

- I think it's the keys.

- See if you're right.

- There they are. There they are!

- Will you come on? Hurry up.

- I am.

- Hurry! I have a strange feeling...

I'm gonna be

the best-dressed girl on campus.

- Oh!

- Oh, my heavens. Look at them, will ya?

Oh!

- Oh, wow!

- Wow!

- Wow!

- Oh!

- Whoo! Ooh.

- Oh, get a load of these labels.

- It's from my guardian.

- Are you sure he's your guardian?

Oh, yes,

that I do know.

- Oh, there's so many of them.

- Oh! Ooh, here it is.

- What? Oh.

- They're beautiful.

- Oh, this is the one that I like.

- Oh.

- Pardon. Yes, I'll be back.

- Isn't this a beauty?

Look, Linda. You know,

if I lose about five pounds-

- I can step right into this one.

- Oh, that's beautiful.

- How did he know my eyes were blue, the darling?

- Julie?

Julie, I'll swap you a date with my brother

for a chance to wear this dress.

- Eh?

- Swell, it's a deal.

- There's still some more in there.

- Oh, my heavens, look-

- Oh, I've never seen so many.

- Aren't they beautiful?

- Sally?

- What?

Sally, do you think

he's really her guardian?

- Huh?

- Well, I don't care what his intentions are.

His taste is divine.

- Julie? Julie?

- Coming.!

Eh, behold-

an American "froshman."

Oh, you look-

Look!

"Dear Daddy Longlegs...

"or perhaps I should say-

Dear kind person...

who sends orphans

to college."

Yesterday morning...

I was in France.

And tonight...

I am...

sleeping in...

Massach-

Walston.

"It is strange to be writing letters

to somebody you don't know.

"It is very strange for me

to be writing letters at all.

"Never before had I

anyone to write to.

But now I belo-"

"But now I belong

to somebody...

"and it is a very

comfortable sensation.

"I will try

to make you proud of me.

Yours very respectfully,

Julie."

Is, uh, Mr. Pendleton

to see this?

No. No, Miss Pritchard.

Just start a new file.

"Andre." "Julie Andre."

Yes, Mr. Griggs.

"Dear Daddy Longlegs, I doubt

that it will interest you...

"but this semester

I have moved up two places.

"I am now 12th

in my class.

My average is just above a 'B'."

Griggs speaking. Yes.

Oh, she is?

Uh, just a moment.

- Yes, Griggs, old boy. - Jervis, your

sister-in-law, Gertrude, is on the phone.

I just left

for Alaska.

She's called five times.

It's about your house

at Murray Bay.

She's decided to spend

the summer there with Linda.

She wants you to have

it redecorated. French provincial.

She wants me to have

my house redecorated...

- so she can use it for her vacation?

- Yes.

For Gertrude, it seems

a fairly reasonable request.

Well, you can tell my

sister-in-law she can-

Uh, tell Mrs. Pendleton

Mr. Pendleton...

will be very happy

to have her use the house.

Yes, he agrees with her that French

provincial should be most attractive.

He wonders why he didn't

think of it himself. Yeah.

Now, where was I?

"My average

is just above a 'B'."

- What?

- The Andre letter.

Oh.

Uh, file it.

You didn't finish

reading it!

"It is very hard to go on

writing to a- a thing.

"You never answer my questions. You never

show the slightest interest in anything I do.

"You don't praise,

and you don't scold.

"It's like having

a machine for a father.

"I love college,

and I love you for sending me...

"but couldn't you write

just one letter?

Not too respectfully yours,

Julie."

- File it, Miss Pritchard.

- Isn't somebody, someday going to answer that poor child?

All right, all right!

Dear Miss Andre...

your letter

of the 23rd received.

Mr. Smith's attention

will be called to your progress.

I'm sure he'll be pleased

with the report. Very truly yours.

That's a cheerful, breezy little note.

I'm sure that'll warm her up!

What do I know about

writing to a young girl?

All right, destroy my letter.

Continue the old arrangement. File it under "A."

Yes, Mr. Griggs.

Mr. Griggs!

A person is not a corporation.

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