Three on a Match

How's that?

- Hey, Mary, your bloomers are showing.

- What do I care?

Mary!

I hate black bloomers, don't you?

- What color are yours?

- Pink.

Bob, come here.

I've got something to tell you.

Don't go, Bobby.

- Lf you do, I'll be mad.

- Oh, yeah?

All right, Bob, I'll meet you.

You know where.

I know where you're going, Mary.

Children, children, order! Order.

Now, ready.

"Look forward and not back,

"look out and not in,

"look up and not down,

"and lend a hand. "

Willie Goldberg, would you keep quiet?

Willie Goldberg?

Oh, I'd like to be your mother

for just about two minutes.

- I'll speak to Pop about that.

- Order!

Has anyone seen Mary Keaton?

She was here this morning,

and I'm sure I saw her in the yard

a few minutes ago.

Did you want to say something, Vivian?

Why... Why, no, Miss Blazer.

Where did you get these, Max?

- Oh, my mom smokes them all the time.

Boy, it's a good thing

she don't roll her own.

Yeah, it is.

Say, Max, that's a nice piece of goods

you got there.

- Yeah, pretty swell.

- Nice suit.

You've got a good suit yourself, Willie.

- I got two pair of pants with this suit.

- Say, how do you like my suit, Willie?

- It's all right.

- You bet it's all right.

- Aren't you scared?

- No, why should I be?

- I'll bet Mary is catching it all right.

- It serves her right.

- I feel sorry for her.

- Well, I don't see why.

Mary, look at me.

If I permit you to join your classmates

out on that platform,

will you strive to do your best

from this day forward?

Will you listen to this fine mother of yours

and do what she expects of you?

Yes, sir.

All right, then, take your place.

Thank you, Mr. Gilmore.

I'm sure Mary will not disappoint you.

She's not a bad girl, Mr. Gilmore.

She's just not serious enough.

She's too full of fun.

I am the last person to disapprove of fun

at the right time.

But there is also a time for work.

Hello, Mr. Gilmore.

The first diploma tonight will be awarded

to Miss Phylis Fraser.

Now, I take pleasure in graduating

the class prophet, little Willie Goldberg.

Four score and seven years ago

when our forefathers

brought into this continent a new nation...

Now I shall award a diploma to the girl

earning the highest marks ever attained

by anyone in this school.

The class valedictorian,

Miss Ruth Westcott.

Lastly, but not least,

I shall award a diploma to the girl

voted by her class the most popular,

Vivian Revere.

Rise!

"Look forward and not back,

"look out and not in,

"look up and not down,

"and lend a hand. "

Good luck to all of you.

- Thank you, Mr. Gilmore.

Oh, Ruth, what are you going to do now?

- I'm going home.

- I mean, about school?

- Are you going to high school?

- I can't.

I think I'll go to business college

so I can learn to work.

Are you going to high school?

Oh, no. Mother said

I could go to an exclusive boarding school.

Gee, that's fine.

I wonder what will happen to Mary.

Oh, she'll probably go to reform school.

Will you stop reminding me of heaven

when I'm so close to the other place?

What's the matter, Mary?

Don't you like our little hotel?

Oh, I think it's swell.

The ventilation is great,

my room has a southern exposure,

the rates are cheap,

but somehow or other,

the atmosphere is too confining.

Don't let it get you down, kid.

At least we don't have to wait in line

for a bowl of soup like they do outside.

Don't be always a-stewing, dearie.

You only get your insides in an uproar.

And for what?

You're in and you're gonna stay in

until they get even with you

for busting the rules.

Yeah, I'm in all right,

but that don't mean I have to like it.

I'll bet you a red herring

against a case of pre-war Scotch

it was some man

that got you pushed in here.

Well, don't sit around

figuring the worse things

you'd do to him if you was Mussolini.

Just make up your mind

not to get tangled up with a man again.

Any man.

Girls! It's 9:
05.

Oh, so it is, Lady Diana.

My watch has stopped.

Remind me to have James take it

to the jewelers in the forenoon.

Lights go out in three minutes.

What was that song about heaven?

Go on, Vivian, read us some more.

"Gloria tried to resist him, but in vain.

"The tone of his voice,

the satanic gleam in his eye,

"his warm breath upon her cheek

routed her resolution completely.

"Feeble cries of, 'No, no,' came to her lips

but were never uttered,

"for his powerful arms crushed her to him.

"Her temples throbbed with pain

"and then suddenly

she went limp with submission

"and her mouth melted into his.

"She was lost in a fever

of pain and pleasure. "

Well, that ends Chapter 6.

Wow! I wonder what they'll be doing

in Chapter 10.

That's all for today, girls.

Hand in your work at the desk.

- Everything all right?

- Gee, I look like an octopus.

- How much longer do I have to fry?

- You'll be out of here in a few minutes.

Gee, I had a funny experience today.

Bumped into a kid I haven't seen

in 10 years, Ruth Westcott.

We used to go to

Public School 62 together.

Is she in the show business, too?

Nope, just a stenographer

and probably eating three meals a day

while I have to live on the hot air

these producers put out.

But you're getting a lucky break

in this new show, aren't you?

Oh, sure. Three weeks rehearsal

and two weeks work if I'm lucky.

The lady in the next booth

heard you saying

that you went to Public School 62

10 years ago.

She says she went there, too.

Now don't tell me

I'm gonna meet another one.

You tell her I'm Mary Keaton,

the worst girl in school.

She'll remember me.

Sounds like old home week.

Funny, meeting two people in one day

you haven't seen for 10 years.

Makes me feel like a kid again.

- Hope I don't break out with the measles.

- She says she knows you.

Her name used to be Vivian Revere.

Oh, I remember her.

She was the class beauty.

- Is she still pretty?

- In a mud pack?

- Tell her I'd love to see her.

- Well, I've got to give her a facial first.

It won't take long.

Vivian used to be a ritzy little devil.

I wonder if she's changed.

Well, it's been nice seeing you again.

I'll look forward to hearing from you,

sometime this week?

- Did you keep Ruth's number?

- Yes.

Well, bring her along.

We'll all have lunch together.

Sure and dish the dirt.

You know, I didn't like you much as a kid.

- No?

- No.

Maybe it's 'cause you wore pink pants.

- Remember old Blazer, our teacher?

- Oh, yes.

I used to sit up nights

thinking of a way to cut her throat.

- Three on a match.

- What's the difference?

- Will there be anything else?

- Lf there is, don't tell me about it.

Well, all in all, I've had a great day.

In fact, it's been darn near perfect.

I'm certainly glad

you got that job in the show.

And treated to a swell luncheon.

- Little Mary's doing all right for herself.

- I sincerely envy both of you.

Now look who's talking, will you?

Did you get a flash of that

50-foot kiddie car outside

with the Russian grand duke

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