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Hubert stares at this headline, then suddenly, wildly, dashes
for the door.
The scene dissolves to a STREET, at night: a row of simple,
white-frame houses with neatly kept front years and white
picket fences. Street lamps illumine the scene. A limousine
has come to a stop before one HOUSE, JEFFERSON SMITH'S, and
Governor Hubert Hopper is alighting. He pauses to look at
the house, is uncertain for an instant as to whether to go
in or not; then makes up his mind, pushes through the gate
and goes up the walk.
At the DOOR, Hubert pauses again before knocking, but finally
does so. As his knuckles rap on the door, a terrific blast
of band music, blaring instruments badly played. lets go
from inside the house. Hubert, startled out of his wits,
turns to run for his life and makes two steps when the door
is opened; and there stands a smallish, somewhat gray, sweet-
faced little lady (Jeff's Ma). The music goes on, so that
both have to raise their voices above it.
MA:
I *thought* I heard... Yes?
HUBERT:
Uh--Jefferson Smith's residence?
MA:
Yes. Come in.
HUBERT:
Is--uh--Jefferson Smith at home?
MA:
Certainly. Step right in.
In the SITTING ROOM of the Smith Home, a neat, cozy room,
there are about twenty kids, ranging from nine to fifteen,
imitating a band. An older boy is leading them. They are of
all descriptions of dress; some in poor clothes--one with
his leg in a brace. Hubert edges into the room dumbfounded.
MA:
(loudly above the
music)
I'll call Jeff. He's back in the
shop--
She starts across the room. Hubert remains, disconcerted by
the music. Suddenly, he looks off into the adjoining room
with curious interest--and also to escape the music, he moves
toward it.
The adjoining room the Hubert enters is an OFFICE. It contains
everything from a roll-top desk crammed with mail, to a small
power printing press--to short-wave radio equipment. It is a
beehive of activity, with some eight or ten boys working
like the seven dwarfs--printing cards on the press--tying
copies of "Boy Stuff" into bundles--tinkering with the short-
wave set. Hubert is set back on his heels by this unexpected
sight. He notes the little placards framed on the wall,
bearing the words of great men, and such admonitions as:
"When there's an edge--give it to the other fellow." "When a
man dies he clutches in his hands only that which he has
given away during his lifetime--" --Jean Jacques Rousseau.
"No man is good enough to govern another."--Abraham Lincoln.
"You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your
grandfather was." He notes the boys working at the radio--
others working at the desk--while all the time, the little
power press goes on. Suddenly Ma returns, followed by
Jefferson Smith--fine looking, rangy, youthful--at the moment
wiping some white substance from his right hand.
JEFFERSON:
Good evening, sir. I was just making
some--
(Then, astoundedly)
Governor Hopper!
MA:
Well--I'll go to Halifax!
Suddenly great excitement ensues.
JEFFERSON:
Boys! Attention! Governor Hopper!
The little fellows drop what they are doing and come to
attention while Jeff dives for a chair and whips it around.
HUBERT:
Now--now--please--that's quite all
right. Relax, boys--
JEFFERSON:
(at attention)
This--this is a great honor, sir. I--
I--
HUBERT:
Not at all. I've come to pay you a
personal and official--and I might
say--a *tardy* tribute, Mr. Smith,
for your recent heroic conduct.
JEFFERSON:
Oh, now, I'm afraid that's been
exaggerated some--
HUBERT:
No. No. A signal service to the State.
Yes, indeed. And not only that but--
uh--I've heard of your excellent
work in leading and guiding our youth--
JEFFERSON:
Well--that's not work, sir--that's
fun.
HUBERT:
No doubt. No doubt. And this fine
little paper--"Boy Stuff"--with, I
dare say, an *enormous* circulation
in the State.
MA:
Well--it started with a little
mimeograph sheet--and it's just grown
out of all sense and reason--
HUBERT:
Excellent! Excellent! My boy, I'm
convinced our State has a great debt
of gratitude to you--
JEFFERSON:
Oh, now--
MA:
Jefferson--
JEFFERSON:
Yes, Ma?
MA:
Excuse me for interrupting, Governor,
but--
(To Jeff)
--that plaster's gonna harden any
second, son.
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