The West Point Story Page #2

to freeze the medals off a brass general.

Oh, Bix, stop beefing.

Say, buddy,

how do we get to the Army theater?

To reach your objective,

proceed through that entryway...

...between the academic building

and the barracks.

Walk west on Jefferson Road,

past Thayer Monument...

...opposite Washington Hall.

That, sir, is our cadet mess hall.

Turn left on Scott Place.

Proceed until you approach

a yellow brick building.

That's our gymnasium.

Proceed to the northeast corner,

where you will see nine doors.

Enter any of these doors,

proceed to the second floor.

There you will find the Army theater.

Couldn't you just point?

That way, sir.

- Thanks.

- Pardon me.

Are all those men

walking just for the exercise?

No, they're walking punishment tours.

They broke rules or regulations.

See that? Wasting shoe leather.

Who pays for it? Taxpayers, me.

Taxpayer? You wouldn't know

a tax return from a racing form.

Wait for your laugh.

- Where do you think you were going?

- Extra instruction, sir. French, sir.

Don't you know that even when you're late,

you don't use Diagonal Walk?

- That's reserved for upperclassmen.

- Yes, sir.

Now, I'm going to make

a soldier out of you...

...from the top of your head

to your toes.

First thing, put that hat on properly.

Pull in that chin. Lots of wrinkles.

Get those slimy green eyes off me.

Now let's see you pop that chest up.

Touch my hand.

You heard me. Pop up that chest.

Suck up that horrible gut.

You can't run around with that

stomach dragging on the pavement.

Get those knees together.

Report to my room, 1423, immediately

after extra instruction. Got that?

Drive on.

Pop up that chest! Touch my hand!

You don't have to break it off.

If you don't like this place

and you don't like Eberhart...

...why did you get on that train

at 125th Street...

...drag me off

and sell me a bill of goods...

...about coming up

to do an amateur show?

Just for you, sweetheart. Just for you.

First classmen wait

For the dance to come

With all the joys they bring

So join us and sing

One hundred days till June

June will come soon

Lieutenants we will be

With the shining bars of gold

On our Army OD

We'll cast one glance

At these old gray walls

We'll bid a fond farewell

Oh, join and sing

Of 100 days till June

Oh, join and sing

Of 100 days till June

Is that coming out of him?

- Mr. Bixby?

- Yes.

I'm Colonel Martin. Glad to see you.

Mr. Eberhart's told me so much about you.

Welcome to West Point.

Thank you. Eve Dillon, my assistant.

- How do you do.

- How do you do, miss.

- Oh, Mr. Fletcher.

- Sir?

- Mr. Bixby.

- Fletcher.

My uncle phoned me

you were coming, sir.

- This is Colonel Martin, our faculty adviser.

- Met the colonel.

- Hal Courtland.

- How do you do, sir.

Eve Dillon, my assistant.

- How do you do.

- How do you do, Miss Dillon.

This is Bull Gilbert, sir.

He's our princess in the show.

Too bad you couldn't find a big one.

"Honey Blond, Red Head, Ash Blond,

Strawberry Blond, Auburn."

"Brownette..." Somebody can't spell.

"Blond, Brunette."

Now, these characters with the signs on,

what are they?

Our chorus girls, sir.

No women in the show?

This isn't Broadway, Mr. Bixby.

This is West Point.

You see, sir, all our girls are men.

But every one's a lady.

That makes it cozy.

Something Rodgers and Hammerstein never

thought, a musical show without women.

We're about to do

one of our numbers, sir.

- Suppose we do it for you?

- That'd be fine.

Now, you'll have to imagine

that this is Flirtation Walk.

And that chair is the Kissing Rock.

Bull here is the princess.

This the Flirtation Walk,

that the Kissing Rock...

...and this is the princess.

You've been kissed, I know

In the very last row

When the love scene is on

At the movie show

But wait until tonight

And you'll be kissed but right

By the Kissing Rock

It's a lovely spot

And believe it or not

If you'll just care a little

You'll care a lot

So let's dispense with talk

And take a little walk

By the Kissing Rock

A girl once refused to kiss a lad

The lad was a man of honor

He warned her

She'd make the rock real mad

And the legend is the rock fell upon her

That was years ago

And it must have been so

'Cause from that day to this

Not a girl said no

And that's the story of

Whoever falls in love

By the Kissing Rock

How'd you like it, sir?

Wouldn't hiss and wouldn't cheer.

Got a copy of the lyrics?

Right here, sir.

Colonel, you mind if I go to work?

- Not at all. Go ahead.

- Thank you, colonel.

- Tom, would you come down here?

- Yes, sir.

Son, don't give it everything

you have in the first eight bars.

Don't belt it at them, like this:

You've been kissed, I know

No, it's no good.

Singing a song is like a horse race.

You don't ride a horse from wire to wire,

you rate him.

Now, rule one:
Like your audience.

They're all nice people.

They bought tickets,

they want to hear your story.

Tell it to them simply, sweetly, warmly.

You like them and they like you.

Hit it. Eve.

You've been kissed, I know

In the very last row

When the love scene is on

At the movie show

But wait until tonight

And you'll be... but right

By the Kissing Rock

It's a lovely spot

And believe it or not

If you just care a little

You'll care a lot

So let's dispense with talk

And take a little walk

By the Kissing Rock

A girl once refused to kiss a lad

- And the lad was a man of honor

- You'd know.

He warned her

She'd make the rock real mad

And the legend is the rock fell upon her

That was years ago

And it must have been so

'Cause from that day to this

Not a girl said no

- That's the story of whoever falls in love

- That's the story of whoever falls in love

- By the Kissing Rock

- By the Kissing Rock

Ham.

Well, there's an idea.

- It was great.

- I could've done it better with two legs.

We'll open in one, go to full stage.

Now... Well, bring on the rest of your

dancers and we'll see what we've got.

We won't have any more time today, sir.

No more time?

I wanna hear the rest of your score.

You see, we have to spoon up

for mess or we'll get slugged.

But meet us tomorrow

at the Boodlers at 1600...

...why, we can have a drink...

- Cherry phosphate.

- we'll play the whole score

for you then.

See you tomorrow, sir.

Did I hear him right?

Let me translate. He means they won't

be off again until tomorrow at 4.

Fletcher and his roommate

can meet at the Boodlers.

Now they've got to stand formation

for supper.

Whoever heard of breaking

into rehearsals for supper?

West Point, Mr. Bixby.

Rules and regulations.

Oh, rules and regulations.

Well, they'll have to take a tuck

on the rules and regulations.

Make a note of that, Eve.

Long before I knew you

I knew you'd be as you are

How did I know?

Don't ask me to explain

Do you suppose the budding rose

Would question summer rain?

My heart led me right to you

Or was it my lucky star?

I don't know if you

Believe that dreams come true

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