First Love
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- Year:
- 1939
- 84 min
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[Woman]
And so, the pages turn,
and your school days are over.
To you, they have been
a small, and we hope,
happy lifetime.
But to us, they've been more
like the miracle of a minute.
The mischievous, loving children
who came to us four years ago...
now leave us
to face the challenge of life,
with all the happiness
and victories...
and even the disappointments
it has in store for you.
No senior class
has ever set a higher standard
for succeeding ones to follow,
and I only hope that now,
when you go home
to friends and family,
you will carry with you
all the courage and idealism...
and the sportsmanship
that have made us all...
so proud to be associated
with this graduating class.
Good-bye, girls.
Good luck.
God bless you.
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[Skipped item nr. 19]
[Girls Shrieking,
Chattering]
I can't find mine either.
You'd think they'd have
sense enough to stay put.
There they are!
Connie!
You've got to meet
Mother and Dad.
Mother, Dad,
this is Connie.
We're so glad
to meet you, after all
Marcia has written.
She gave you
quite a buildup.
Oh.
Well, look at her.
She's tops. And you
ought to hear her sing.
When she hits
a high note, it sends chills
up and down your back.
Where are your father
and mother, Connie?
We'd like to meet them.
My parents are dead,
Mr. Parker.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Mother, I have a wonderful idea.
Why can't Connie come with us
and spend the summer?
Could you, Connie?
We'd be so pleased.
It's very kind of you,
but I have an aunt
and uncle in New York.
I'm going to live with them.
It's all been arranged that way.
Her uncle is
James F. Clinton.
You know him, Dad.
I owe everything
to UncleJim... this school,
my music, everything.
- I couldn't disappoint him.
- No, of course not.
Jim Clinton, eh?
Well, you're a lucky girl.
He's a fine man.
- Yes, he is.
- Isn't it his daughter
we read so much about?
Yes, that's Barbara.
She's a year older than I am.
Oh, and she's beautiful.
Did you see her picture
in the magazine?
Miss Constance Harding?
Yes.
I'm Mr. Clinton's butler.
We've called for you in the car.
Then they're here!
Excuse me, please.
Oh, no!
They're not here.
I'm sorry, but only the
chauffeur and I are here.
They didn't come?
No, miss, they
were very busy.
Of course.
They couldn't leave
New York, could they?
No, miss.
[Quietly]
Well.
I'll be back
in a few minutes.
Very good, miss.
If you'd be so kind
as to show me where
the car is, please.
That's the car over there,
miss. The black car
with the white wheels.
I'll go and get my bag.
Very good, miss.
Connie. Connie.!
They didn't come?
No.
Oh, Connie,
change your mind.
Spend the summer
with us on the lake.
We have a houseboat.
I'd love to, Marcia, but
they've done so much for me,
you know?
Connie, when you go
to New York, there's a boy...
Sally, I have to hurry.
Where do you think
you're going?
I have to change.
You promised to sing.
Toni, I can't, really.
What do you think of that?
She refuses to sing.
[Chattering]
Let's go to the music room.
Come on!
[Chattering
Continues]
[Knocking]
Yes?
What is it?
May we use the piano,
Miss Wiggins?
What for?
Connie's gonna sing for us.
All right.
Go ahead.
Miss Wiggins says
it's all right.
Come on!
The leader of the glee club
always sings the last song.
They're waiting outside...
I don't feel like singing.
Oh, temperamental, eh?
No, I'm not.
What'll it be,
girls?
[Chattering]
Anything you like.
"Home, Sweet Home" for instance.
What about the one
you sang the other day?
All right.
Mid pleasures
And palaces
Though we may roam
Be it ever
So humble
There's no place
Like home
A charm from the skies
Seems to hallow us there
Which seek
through the world
Is ne'er met with
elsewhere
Home, home
Sweet, sweet home
There's no place
like home
Connie.
What is it, Connie?
That's funny.
Connie never cries.
I'm sorry.
Don't you feel well?
Get out.
Go on. Out.
What's all this?
Look up here.
What's the matter
with you?
Nothing.
It's just that
everybody's going home, and...
And?
And I'm leaving mine.
I thought so.
Crying your eyes out...
just because
you don't have a home
of your own to go to.
Or a mother and father
to tell you how pretty
and clever you are.
Ohh. Poor little thing.
You've just got a voice
that comes to one in a million.
Straight from God to you...
to you alone.
And you sit there
feeling sorry for yourself.
Yes, you are!
Sorry for yourself!
If I were that kind of girl, you
know what I'd do? I'd stick my
tongue out at myself, like that.
Get away. What's all this?
You've been so wonderful
to me, Miss Wiggins.
You go on up there
to New York...
and make those people love you
as much as we do.
And then, maybe someday,
you'll meet a prince,
and you'll live
happily ever after, hmm?
Those fairy stories
haven't come true for over
a hundred years, Miss Wiggins.
Fiddlesticks!
You just have
to dust 'em off,
streamline 'em a bit.
They'd still be
fairy stories, wouldn't they?
That's all life is.
A fairy story. The trouble
don't believe in anything.
You're afraid...
afraid of hope,
afraid of happiness.
What's New York?
It's just another town.
It's no bigger than you are.
love in it, live in it!
Make it yours!
Hold it,
Miss Clinton.
Thank you.
Blue Boy!
Hold it,
Miss Clinton.
Thank you.
Blue Boy, come on!
Hold it, Miss Clinton.
Thank you.
Hold it,
Miss Clinton.
Thank you.
Isn't that wonderful?
Right in the middle of the air.
It's like
you were a bird.
It's terrible.
Throw that bathing suit out.
Yes, miss.
Get my comb.
Yes, miss.
Send that editor a telegram
telling him he's a darling
for putting me on the cover.
May I fix that spangle?
You should have done it
before I put the dress on.
It wasn't loose then.
Well, hurry up.
Just one more!
Can you hold just
a little still, please?
Give me that comb.
You can pull on it.
It won't come off.
I didn't want to hurt you.
Get my perfume,
the Clair de Lune Bleu.
Yes, miss.
Is Mother ready?
I got her done
an hour ago.
What's she wearing?
A new one
from Hendricks.
What's it like?
You don't have to worry.
It's nothing like yours.
Which one did you say?
Clair de Lune Bleu.
[Mispronounces]
Clair de Lune Blee.
Bleu. Bleu!
Blue. Blur!
That isn't right,
but you're getting warm.
Oh, thank you, miss.
Here's your coat,
Miss Barbara.
Bring it along.
I don't care.
Any of them.
These would look nice on you.
They're terrible.
Give me the gardenias.
Yes, Miss Barbara.
Call me at noon tomorrow
and be sure that I get up.
Yes, Miss Barbara.
And call that Swedish girl...
foot massage in the morning.
You shouldn't dance so much.
If Mr. Warrington calls,
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