Gentleman Jim Page #3

You got a good build for a boxer.

Say, I'd sure like to put those

gloves on with you for a minute.

Well, then, why don't you, Corbett?

- Let Watson show you that left jab of his.

- Great.

I'd like to see it. Always

willing to learn, sir.

- Oh, it's a beauty.

- I'll bet it is.

Hold this, will you, Miss Ware?

Really, Mr. Corbett, I have

an engagement and I'm late.

- This will just take a moment.

- What about the bank? You said...

They can get along without

me until I get back there.

Thank you, Judge. Lace that, will you?

My father's certainly gonna be proud to hear

I've had the gloves on with you, Mr. Watson.

Come on now, Miss Ware. No fancy knots.

You've got a beau already, remember?

Hold this, will you?

Now, young man, I want you

to put your left up like this.

And I'm gonna hit you with my left.

I want to see what you're gonna do.

- Catch on?

- All right, sir. I think so.

Very good.

Now, I'm gonna use what we call a one-two.

And I want you to counter.

- Now, watch it.

- All right, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jab you.

Sorry? With a left like that?

Well, young man, I see you can

take care of yourself. Come on.

I won't hit you very hard.

In fact, I don't think

I'm gonna hit you at all.

Nice, straightforward chap, isn't he?

Well, I wouldn't call him backward, Judge.

You know, Victoria,

that's very much the type of

young man we've been looking for.

- What for?

- For our athletic memberships.

They're free. Do you

think he'd be interested?

They're free? Yes. I'm sure he would be.

Well, I've already sponsored three of them.

Two baseball players and a hammer thrower.

Look here, Victoria.

If I could get your father

to put up Mr. Corbett's name,

would you be willing to sponsor him?

Judge Geary, this is the most

amazing thing I've ever heard of.

Two hours ago, Mr. Corbett was just

a bank clerk in here on an errand.

And now... Well, look at him.

- He seems perfectly at home, doesn't he?

- At home?

In six months, he'll own the Club.

Then you will put him up?

I don't know how else to get rid of him.

Anyhow, Father Burke, you know you

had us worried there for a while.

You haven't been to our

house for a long time.

I've been kind of busy.

But there isn't a home in the parish I'd

sooner be invited to than the Corbett's.

I never know to be sure what to expect.

- But it's always a pleasant surprise.

- Thank you, Father.

And it's always a pleasure to have you here.

But talking about surprises,

where do you think our Jim had lunch today?

Where, Ma?

At the Olympic Club, if you please.

- The Olympic Club.

- Did he tell you that, Ma?

Why, your Ma's telling the gospel

truth. I drove him there, meself.

I waited two hours for him and when

he came out he had a quill toothpick.

Well, after that, maybe the

young gentleman won't approve

of having a couple of

longshoremen in the family.

Oh, not at all, Harry, I enjoy the contrast.

He enjoys the contrast.

Now, ain't that some

language and coming from him

that used to spell bird with a "U."

- Who spelled bird with...

- That's the hotsie-tootsie.

Well, so long as you folks

appreciate me so much,

I'm now gonna give you a real piece of news.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you're looking at the new athletic

member of the Olympic Club,

sponsored by none other than

Mr. Henry Ware and his daughter,

Victoria, of the same name.

- Well, glory be...

- You're kidding, Jim.

I'm not, Pop. I've got the card here.

I had it all fixed up today. Look.

- Look at that.

- Congratulations, Jim.

It's a fine club, and it's quite an

honor for a south-side boy to be a member.

That it is.

You know, ever since Jim was that high,

he's been trying to improve himself,

one way or another.

And if you two lads had followed his example,

you wouldn't be pushing a truck

up a gangplank all day long.

Well, Pop's at it again.

George, maybe you and me

better go out in the barn

- and eat with the horses, eh?

- It's them high collars, Harry.

Them elegant, high collars.

Them lovely, high collars.

Cut it out, will you, fellas?

You'll have to excuse

them, Father, they're...

That's all right, Jim.

We forgot you was the only

gentleman in the family.

Well, the least you two fellas

can do is to behave like gentlemen.

Particularly when Father Burke's here.

- Well, it's them elegant collars.

- And that lovely tie.

Now, Harry, you know what happens

when you fool around with my tie.

If it weren't for the fact that I'm

a gentleman and Father Burke is here,

I'd take you outside and

teach you a lesson in manners.

Oh, I get you.

Well, what's holding you?

Come on, come on.

Excuse us, Father Burke.

I'll be back in a minute.

Well, which one of you are

gonna be first this time?

You can take me.

- What is this?

- Another one of them things.

- Are you coming, Father?

- Oh, sure, sure.

You sit right down in that chair.

A fight is no place for a lady.

But, Ma, I missed the last one.

The Corbetts are at it again!

- Good morning, good morning.

- Good morning.

Any mail for me?

- What's the name, please?

- Corbett. James J. Corbett.

- I'm a new member.

- No, sir. No, sir.

No? Nothing?

Say, you don't happen

to have a cigar, do you?

- Yes, I have.

- Oh, thanks very much.

Listen, I'm gonna tip you off to something.

What's that?

- You see that statue over there?

- Yeah.

Well, that doesn't belong down here.

Why don't you have it moved up in the gym?

- Very well, we'll have it moved.

- Good.

There's nothing like a good smoke.

- How many cigars do you smoke a day?

- Oh, any given number.

- See you later.

- Paging Mr. Crocker...

Hey, kid. Listen, I'm a new member.

James J. Corbett. I'll be in the card room.

- Have me paged there, will you?

- All right, sir.

Paging Mr. Corbett. Paging Mr. Corbett.

Paging Mr. Corbett.

What did I tell you? There he

goes, having himself paged again.

Well, boys, we might as well face it.

Something's got to be done about

Corbett before he drives us all crazy

or somebody kills him.

He doesn't really mean to be

such a pain in the neck, Jerry.

It's just a natural gift

with him, like boxing.

Why do we have to put up with

a bore just to have a boxer?

Confound it, this is a social club.

Let him take his biceps somewhere else.

Corbett's a type.

And you can't take offense

at a type, it's no use.

The offensiveness isn't really individual.

Has he ever pushed you off the

flying rings, just playful like?

Or tickle you when you're

on the parallel bars,

just to see what would happen?

If there was only some way we could pin

his ears back and put him in his place.

Paging Mr. Corbett. Paging Mr. Corbett.

Paging Mr. Corbett.

Rest.

Hands on chest. Place.

Forward. Back. Forward. Back. Forward. Rest.

Hands on hips.

Half bend slowly.

Down, up, down, up, down. Rest.

And this exercise, gentlemen,

is for reducing the waistline.

Hands over the head.

Slowly bending, touching the floor.

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