Men of Boys Town Page #5

It's my farewell to the gang.

I'll take care of it.

There's no nonsense in it

or any of that softie stuff.

I don't go for none of that crying

or any of that.

Me, neither.

I'll write you when I feel like it, see?

Just when I feel like it.

Me, too.

Writing letters is a pain in the neck.

- Yeah, I got a big set where I'm going.

- Yeah.

Now I know why I worked on you

to get your license...

- so you can keep this heap going.

- Sure.

I'll call you at 6:00

every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday...

- just so you won't get stale.

- Yeah, I know.

- You'll listen for me?

- I'll be on.

It's not like I wasn't going to have

a swell time.

Gee, I wish they wanted me, too.

When you're old enough to get adopted,

I'll be rich enough to adopt you.

You'll remember that?

When I'm old enough

and you're rich enough...

- you'll remember, Whitey?

- I'll remember.

- Honest, I will.

- Whitey.

I'll give some thought to your problem

when I get home, Mr. Morris.

I hope you can see your way clear

to help us.

Good day, Mr. Morris.

A pleasant trip

to you and to Mrs. Maitland.

Thank you.

You won't forget about us, Whitey?

No, I won't, Father.

I'll try to be a credit to you

and Boys Town.

The Maitlands are fine people, Whitey.

Think of them as the mother and father

from whom you've been separated...

and have just found again.

Yes, Father.

Good luck, Whitey.

Bye, Mo.

You better be a good mayor

if they elect you...

or I'll come around and beat your ears off.

I've got to be elected first.

Hop in. My arm's getting cramps.

Okay, tough guy.

You can't hold onto them forever, Eddie.

Say, wouldn't you like to sit this one out

and get a cold drink or something?

I'd adore it.

- Will you finish this one with me, Agnes?

- I'd adore it.

No, that's all right, go right ahead.

- You don't mind? You're sure?

- No. Not at all.

I've been much too busy all my life

to pay much attention to dancing, anyway.

- You know, more important things to do.

- Thanks, bud.

- Who's that homely-looking girl out there?

- That's my sister.

- She's a swell dancer.

- Yeah.

Look.

- Excuse me, dear.

- Of course.

Isn't it about time you danced

your duty dance with me?

- Yes, ma'am.

- "Mother. "

Mother.

- Never hit a golf ball in your life, Whitey?

- No, sir.

At Boys Town, we always kind of thought

this was sort of a sissy game.

- Sissy game?

- That is, you played it when you got older.

As the old Scotsman said, Whitey,

"Golf is a humbling game. "

All right. Go ahead.

You take a sock at one.

You'll find out what a softie game it is.

Yes, sir.

Here it is.

- I missed it.

- Yeah.

- Just put it on my bill.

- Okay, Mr. Maitland.

Sissy game? Try another.

As the old Scotchman said,

"Golf is a humbling game. "

I think I'll just walk around with you.

- Any news yet, Father?

- What did the doctors say, Father?

- Can they do anything for Ted?

- Can they fix him up?

Is he gonna be all right?

Doctors are with Ted now.

We'll know as soon as they finish

their examination.

- How about a little game of handball, Mo?

- Okay.

- How many points will you give me?

- Eleven.

- Twelve and I serve.

- Twelve and you serve.

Here we go.

Ready?

- Ready.

- Okay.

Service.

Your serve.

I got him, Pee Wee.

Service.

I don't know how Father Ed stands it.

Night and day, a few hours for sleep,

that's all the free time he has.

Me, I wouldn't work that hard to make

a million a year, net, clear of taxes.

I've got to get in my two golf games

a week, or no go.

But all work and no play

seems to be Father Flanagan's routine.

Service.

You're right, Dave, I don't see

how he stands up under this drudgery.

Eddie.

I'm sorry, Mo. We'll finish it later.

I'm not sorry,

I wouldn't have made a point.

- Pee Wee, come on. You want to play?

- Sure.

I'll spot you 15 points.

And probably beat you.

I serve.

- Roger, how are you?

- Splendid, thanks.

You're looking well.

Nothing like regular exercise

for keeping a man fit, Father?

- It doesn't hurt the boys, either.

- You must be right.

I haven't seen one of them

without a big smile on his face.

If they weren't smiling,

our work would be a failure.

There's Dr. Fellows. I want to see him.

Father, I believe we can help him.

It will require a very delicate operation.

In fact, two operations in one.

I doubt if any man in America can do it

as well as Trem Fellows.

No advertising, Doctor.

There'll be some tragically painful weeks

for the boy...

but the usefulness of his leg

can be restored.

I'll be on hand for the surgery, Father...

but the boy himself

will have to supply the faith.

You're going to fix up the boy with

the broken back so he can walk again?

I think so, if he'll help us.

Well, I sincerely hope so.

And, Dave, you're still going to raise

the $200,000...

to meet the contractor's payment?

- Leave that to me.

- Gladly.

Two miracles at the same time?

Well, I'll be very interested

in seeing them done. Very.

Let's hope the day of miracles

hasn't passed. Excuse me, gentlemen.

Sister.

Ted?

- How'd you like Dr. Fellows, Ted?

- He's swell.

Do you know what he told me?

He told me he was always scared

before a football game.

You don't believe that, do you?

I don't think Dr. Fellows would lie to you.

Do you, Ted?

Well, I guess not.

But he looks to me

like he wasn't scared of anything.

Well, it's being afraid of something

and then going right ahead...

and doing what you're supposed to do

even though you are afraid...

that's what makes

a really brave man, Ted.

Yeah. I see.

Like being hurt a lot and still...

What did Dr. Fellows tell you, Ted?

He said it would hurt a long time...

worse than having your arm broken

in a football game.

But he said he could fix me up

so I could walk...

if I wanted him to.

It must be great to be able to do things

like that for people.

Do you think maybe it'd be a good idea

now for Bohunk to go out for a little walk?

Yeah. Pee Wee ought to be coming

along after him pretty soon now.

I think maybe Pee Wee might be a little

late today. Do you mind if I take him out?

No, I'd like you to.

Come on, Bohunk.

Here, Bohunk.

Come on, Bohunk.

He doesn't like to go out with anybody.

Pee Wee has to carry him sometimes.

I guess I'll have to get well...

so I can take him out for a walk.

Shall I tell Dr. Fellows that, Ted?

Tell him I'm scared, too...

but I ain't that scared.

He'll be proud of you.

But you'll be here when they do it,

won't you, Father?

You promise me that, don't you?

You'll be right alongside me, won't you?

I'll be right here, Ted.

Go on, Bohunk.

Go out with Father Flanagan.

W7BDF calling W9YDK.

- Come in.

- I was waiting, Whitey. How are you?

Couldn't be better.

Say, how's Ted coming along?

- They're going to operate soon.

- They are?

Pee Wee, you be sure and call me...

the minute you find out

how everything comes out.

Sure. I will.

Ted told me to ask you if you saw

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