The Happy Years Page #8

I can imagine.

Perspiring to the bone,

no doubt.

Thank you, sir.

Well, good luck, john.

I'll leave you alone

with your problems.

Hungry:
Dink.

He's gone out.

We're in clover.

Sure. He went out,

to put me on my honor,

so i can't try

any funny business.

It's a dirty,

low-down trick.

If this isn't

the limit, hungry.

All this stuff

he gave me,

i've been over

with you.

I know it all.

If i translate it now

with him out of the room,

the old rhinoceros

will think i cribbed it.

Tut. The last straw.

Honor is involved.

Go away, hungry.

Leave me alone.

All right, stover.

All through?

Hand me your paper.

Well, john.

I think this will just about

keep you in lawrenceville.

Tough, i didn't write

down one line,

and still he told me

i'd stay in school.

My aunt's cat's pants.

Guess i've been

all wrong about him.

How so?

Well, if the old roman

hasn't been my deadly enemy,

then i'm all mixed up.

Did you talk

to him about this?

No. I was

too confused and-

now i don't know

how to do it.

Jump right in and tackle

him around the knees.

I think i will.

Come in.

Ah, it's you, john.

Yes, sir. It's me.

Uh. Come in.

Sit down.

Well, john.

Mr. Hopkins, i've come

to have it out with you.

I'm glad you have, john.

Have you really been

standing behind me?

On my side all the time?

Well, that expresses

it, perhaps.

Why, sir, i thought

you were down on me,

had it in for me

from the very first.

From our first meeting?

Perhaps you didn't credit me with

having a sense of humor, john.

Mr. Hopkins,

i want to apologize.

Thank you.

What made you

stand by me, sir?

John, this is a truth

unwise to publish abroad.

A boy whose energy must

explode periodically,

often disastrously,

he's the one who eventually

may become the most worthwhile.

You mean it's not always the

one with the highest marks?

We of the faculty can only

paint your memory with facts

that are like the writing in the sands.

The real things

that are learned

are those

that you teach us.

Watching as we do the

ever-recurrent miracle of humanity-

the struggling birth

of the man

out of the dirtied,

hopeless cocoon of the boy.

Now, john.

Let me say this.

You're going to be

a leader in this school.

That will be a great

responsibility.

The younger boys will

all look up to you,

copying you.

You'll be setting

the standards.

Set manly ones.

I'll try, sir.

And help to straighten out

some of the younger fellows.

Yes, sir.

There's little

pee-wee norris.

A little serious talk-

you know, a word dropped that

will keep him out of trouble.

I know what you mean.

I'll try it on him.

Then there's burbecker.

He's just

a little fresh.

There's

good stuff in him.

And then, john,

there's one boy-

a bright boy,

full of energy,

a good mind.

But he needs

to be taken in hand

with a little kindness.

Who, sir?

Jiggs belfont.

Jiggs belfont?

Oh, you're wrong

there, sir.

That kid's hopeless.

Nothing would do

him any good.

Why, he's a thoroughgoing,

out-and-out little varmint.

You mean, sir,

uh, like i was?

Goodness gracious!

If it isn't

lord tom le veerdevere.

Clara, my dear girl,

spare me

the juvenile humors.

Can this be the grimy little

brat i used to have for a brother?

Tell me, please.

Where's the more mature

portion of the family?

They're out on the-

they're out

on the porch.

Thank you, clara.

Clara.

There's a small spot

of dirt on your face.

When are you gonna

grow up?

Hello, folks.

Nice to be home.

John.

John!

Just look

at him, samuel.

I'm looking.

I'm seeing things.

Oh, now, mother.

You, too, dad.

Don't act as if i've

been away for years.

Sit down.

Tell me how you are.

What are the prospects

for a fine summer season?

Splendid. Splendid.

It's wonderful

seeing you.

Have a cigar.

What am i saying?

You don't smoke,

do you?

No, dad.

Kid stuff.

Where did you get

that sporty necktie?

Tasty little thing,

isn't it, sam bones?

Well, maude.

I prayed to the good lord,

but i never thought

my prayers

would be answered

like this.

Say, jack, are you gonna have

a summer here at the beach!

I never saw such a flock

of pretty young girls

in all my life.

Girls?

Frankly, sam bones, girls

can be a pain in the neck.

Maude:
Oh, john,

i forgot.

I want you

to meet...

dolly!

You remember

my son john?

John.

You remember

dolly travers.

No. I don't think i've

ever met miss travers.

You didn't hurt

yourself, did you?

Not a bit.

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