The Way We Were

Who is it?

It's Lieutenant Finley.

He's coming up the path.

It might be worth

listening to him, Edna.

So he can tell me about D-day?

I don't wanna hear about D-day.

Look what happened to my son.

Um, hold it, Peggy.

Cut from D-day to:

"Don't tell me about

the black market."

You're making me a b*tch

to keep in your propaganda!

Peggy, I'll tell you...

Oh, Jesus!

Oh! Oh, Bill. Katie wants to keep in

the black market. Bill!

Glad you're back.

How did it go?

Ah, goddamn Pentagon, all they see

is red. Where's my coffee?

Get you some in a minute.

Don't cast that broad again.

Takes a reactionary to play one.

Where's my coffee? Can't the

chintzy OWI afford a gofer?

And where's Roxanne?

She called and she said that

she couldn't make it.

We'd like to get set up and

go from the top again, Mr. Verso.

What's the matter?

What is this?

Two lines I wrote.

No good, huh?

Morosky, let me do the writing,

will you? Huh?

Christ, I'm tired of being

a patriot for no money.

Mm...

She can't come?

Nope.

Okay, Katie, you're in luck.

I'm taking you to El Morocco, courtesy

of the Office of War Information.

All right, Americans,

let's take it from the top.

One, two. One, two, three.

Clear the way.

Please clear the way.

Sir, we have a reservation.

There are no more tables.

But we called

and you said...

Sorry, no tables.

I told you...

But we called...

I'd like to know your name and

also why you're not in uniform.

These boys have been in

combat, you fascist rope-holder.

Hi, Fred. Bill Verso. OWI.

Don't tip him.

Get his name!

We were with a whole bunch of people.

Hey, Verso! Merry old Bill Verso.

Hey, Tiny!

Captain, you can't do that!

They're with us.

Come on!

Thanks, Tiny.

Good to see you.

Listen, Katie... Hey, Jimbo!

Hey.

Can't you leave your soapbox

at home just once?

Coming through.

Oh, Christ.

Uh, what do you want to drink?

I know. Dubonnet over ice.

Dubonnet over ice

and a scotch, straight up.

Here's your Dubonnet,

Morosky.

Oh, to be in uniform!

Hubbell Gardiner.

What?

That's his name.

Swell. What's hers?

I suppose they learn that

balance onboard ship.

Absolutely. Let's dance.

What've you got to lose?

I'll probably go overseas soon.

It's pretty hush-hush.

Save Loyalist Spain!

Stop Franco for world peace now!

Write President Roosevelt!

Come on! Do something about it!

Save Spain! Stop Franco!

Stop the slaughter of innocent women

and children. Do something!

Write your congressman today.

Katie, what are you selling?

The ROTC.

You can have it cheap!

Ha-ha-ha.

Fascist.

Memories

Light the corners of my mind

Misty water-colour memories

Of the way we were

Row, Hubbell! Row!

Gardiner! Gardiner! Gardiner!

Scattered pictures

Of the smiles we left behind

Smiles we gave to one another

For the way we were

Can it be

That it was all so simple then?

Or has time rewritten every line?

If we had the chance

To do it all again

Tell me, would we?

Could we?

Memories

May be beautiful, and yet

What's too painful to remember

We simply choose to forget

So it's the laughter

We will remember

Whenever we remember

The way we were

The way we

Were

A true peace rally

Aah!

Should cover the entire spectrum

from extreme right

to extreme left.

As our next speaker proves.

The president of the Young Communist

League. She needs no introduction.

Miss Katie Morosky.

Guess I do need an introduction.

Back up, Katie.

Yeah, all the way to Moscow!

You can still take Communion

and like the Soviet Union!

What's cooking in the Kremlin, Katie?

The Kremlin's worried about

the civil war in Spain. Are you?

Thousands of Spanish citizens

are being bombed and murdered.

Only one country is sending help.

One country.

The Soviet Union.

Katie, be my comrade.

Okay!

What are you scared of?

The Russians don't want anybody

in Spain but the Spanish.

Is that scary?

They're Communists, but they want

total disarmament. Is that scary?

Hitler and Mussolini are using Spain

as testing ground for what they want.

Another world war! Is that scary?

You're darn right it is!

There's only one thing

to be scared of

and it's not me,

it's not the Young Communist League

and it's not the Red bogeyman.

You be scared of anybody, any place

who will not stand up

for world peace now!

You're really, um...

You're really something.

Really... You're really beautiful.

No, I mean it.

You're really beautiful.

You're the best,

the brightest,

most committed generation

this country's ever had.

That's why you're here today,

striking for peace.

Why, they're striking on almost

every single campus in this country.

They're taking that pledge. Show

your solidarity by taking it with them.

"I refuse to support"...

Come on, come on.

"I refuse"...Come on. On your feet!

"I refuse to"...That's right.

On your feet. Everybody.

"I refuse to support"...

No, everybody. Everybody!

"I refuse to support

the government of

the United States

in any war it might conduct."

The student council

calls this a peace rally.

I call it a peace strike.

And I'm an English major.

It isn't that funny.

You fascists!

We have to talk about this stuff.

Wait a second.

You've been on that for two months.

Three.

It's a short story...

Frankie McVeigh, you're not funny.

I know it.

Listen,

would you do me a favour?

Take the YCL meeting Monday night.

You can't miss a meeting.

I have to.

The story is due on Tuesday

and it's just gotta be good.

Look who's here,

America the beautiful.

How much do

you have in the treasury?

Five hundred 42 dollars

and 18 cents.

Possible themes

for the prom.

"Caribbean Holiday,"

"Jungle Fever"...

Hey, you should be

listening to this.

"Niagara Falls."

"Thirteen Colonies," "48 States."

"Thirteen Colonies," "48 States"...

J.J. J.J.

J.J., listen.

"The 48 States," "Starlight, Star Bright"

and "In My Merry Oldsmobile."

How about "Bread

Lines Can Be Fun"?

How about "The Stalin Shuffle"?

Ha-ha-ha.

What are we gonna have?

Hamburgers?

How about "The College Grad

Meets The Leningrad"?

She's a million laughs.

What do you want?

Coke.

What do you want?

Coca-Cola?

Coca-Cola.

Excuse me.

You're all decadent

and disgusting.

Come on,

we weren't making fun of you.

You make fun of everything.

You think politics is a joke.

You make fun of politicians.

What else can you do?

Think Franco's funny?

Franco? Is he here?

Yeah, Franco. He's a politician.

He's funny? Hitler has a funny

moustache. Why not have a Nazi prom?

Well, we thought of that,

but the uniforms itch.

Uh-huh...

Comes the revolution,

maybe we'll have a sense of humour.

Two burgers, two cheeseburgers,

four Cokes.

Onion?

Yeah, in the Cokes.

If I read comparatively few

of your stories aloud in class,

it's because I think we

learn best from what's good.

Or at least, talented.

Today I'm going to read,

with a great deal of pleasure,

a remarkably good story

from a surprising new source.

The name of the story is

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