All language subtitles for The Waltons S01E05 The Typewriter.DVDRip.Non-HI.cc.en

FROM THE VERY BEGINNING,
WHEN I THOUGHT OF WRITING,

IT WAS ABOUT MY FAMILY,

OUR HOME, AND WALTON'S MOUNTAIN.

THIS WAS MY WORLD,

THE ONLY KIND OF LIFE
I KNEW WELL ENOUGH

TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT.

I REMEMBER A DAY IN THE 1930s

WHEN I FINALLY FELT READY
TO SHOW ONE OF MY STORIES

TO SOMEONE FOR
THE VERY FIRST TIME.

YES, MA'AM?

ON PAGE 3 YOU USED
THE WORD "FARTHER"

AND I THINK YOU INTEND
TO SAY "FURTHER."

OH, ALL RIGHT, I'LL CHANGE IT.

AND ON PAGE, UM, 10,

YOU SHOULD PUT A COMMA
AFTER THE WORD "GOLD MINE."

I SEE. ALL RIGHT.

ASIDE FROM THE GRAMMAR PART
THOUGH, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I FIND IT VERY MOVING.

IT'S A WONDERFUL STORY.

YOU REALLY BELIEVED IT?

EVERY WORD.

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT.

AND THE CHARACTERS OF
THE MOTHER AND FATHER

ARE, MMM, ESPECIALLY FINE.

WELL, I GUESS YOU KNOW WHERE
I GOT MY INSPIRATION FOR THEM.

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO
DO WITH YOUR STORY NOW?

I DON'T KNOW. WHAT DO YOU
THINK I OUGHT TO DO WITH IT?

I THINK YOU OUGHT TO TRY
TO SUBMIT IT TO A MAGAZINE.

TRY TO GET IT PUBLISHED.

JUST LIKE A REAL WRITER.

YOU ARE A REAL WRITER.

YOUNG, INEXPERIENCED,

BUT THE TALENT IS
THERE, THE GIFT IS THERE.

SOMETHING

TOTALLY YOUR OWN.

SOMETHING TO GUARD,
TO TREASURE AND TO USE.

THANK YOU.

I SURE APPRECIATE
YOUR READIN' IT FOR ME.

THANK YOU.

WELL, I GUESS I'LL
SEE YOU TOMORROW.

OK.

BYE.

BYE.

BYE.

I HAVE COPIED THIS
STORY SO MANY TIMES

I KNOW IT BY HEART.

BUT IT'S IMPORTANT
THAT IT LOOK JUST RIGHT.

MISS HUNTER SAYS I'M A WRITER,

AND I FEEL LIKE A WRITER.

BUT IF I CAN CONVINCE
A BIG MAGAZINE,

THEN MAYBE I'LL
KNOW I'M A WRITER.

COME IN.

I HEARD YOU WAS
LOOKIN' FOR AN ENVELOPE.

YES, MA'AM. TO MAIL MY STORY IN.

FOUND YOU ONE.

I'M MUCH OBLIGED
TO YOU, GRANDMA.

IS IT A GOOD STORY, BOY?

MISS HUNTER SAYS IT IS.

SHE WOULD KNOW.

YOUR... YOUR GRANDPA
HAS ALREADY GIVEN YOU

WHAT YOU'LL INHERIT FROM HIM.

THE MEADOW? YEAH.

I KNOW. I TREASURE
THAT, GRANDMA.

WELL, I... I WON'T BE
LEAVIN' YOU THAT WHEN I DIE.

YOU KNOW, MONEY, LAND.

THE MEADOW IS FROM BOTH OF YOU.

BESIDES, I'VE KNOWN
YOU, GRANDMA.

THAT'S ALL I WANT
YOU TO LEAVE ME.

MY FAMILY WERE STORYTELLERS.

AND LONG BEFORE WE HAD LUXURIES

LIKE ELECTRIC LIGHT, AND RADIO,

AND ALL THIS MODERNISMS, WHY,

WE USED TO SIT AROUND
THE FIREPLACE AT NIGHT

AND EACH ONE OF US WOULD
TAKE TURNS AT TELLIN' STORIES.

GHOST STORIES, WITCH STORIES,

LONG-AGO STORIES
OF INDIANS AND WARS,

AND THINGS THAT HAPPENED
IN THE HISTORY OF OUR FAMILY.

AND I'VE KEPT THEM.

AND NOW THEY'RE
MELLOW IN MY MIND

AND READY TO TELL AGAIN.

YOU KNOW, MISS HUNTER TOLD ME

THAT THE TALENT OF
BEIN' A WRITER WAS A GIFT.

NOW I KNOW WHERE
THAT GIFT COMES FROM.

WELL, ALL THESE
STORIES I REMEMBER,

I'LL TELL THEM TO YOU, JOHN-BOY.

AND THAT WILL BE MY
INHERITANCE TO YOU.

GRANDMA, I CHERISH YOU.

AND I YOU, BOY.

GOOD NIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT.

JOHN-BOY, CAN I
CARRY THE LETTER?

NO, YOU'RE GONNA GET
IT ALL DIRTY, JIM-BOB.

JOHN-BOY, CAN I
CARRY IT AFTER JIM-BOB?

ROLL OVER, COME ON, BOY.

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?
I WANT TO CARRY IT, TOO.

CAN I GO?

MARY ELLEN. WHAT
IS THIS, A PARADE?

WELL, THERE'S
NOTHIN' ELSE TO DO.

CAN'T TEACH THAT DOG NOTHIN'.

WELL, IF HE SAVES IN THE
BANK, HE'LL GET USED TO IT.

CAN I CARRY THE
LETTER NOW, JOHN-BOY?

YOU CHILDREN WILL
GET IT ALL WRINKLED UP.

BUT I'M THE ONLY ONE
WHO HASN'T CARRIED IT YET.

ALL RIGHT, WHO'S
GOT IT NOW? I GOT IT.

ALL RIGHT, LET ME HAVE IT.

HERE, ERIN, YOU CARRY
IT THE REST OF THE WAY.

ALL RIGHT NOW, COME ON.

HI, MR. GODSEY.

WHAT'S GOIN' ON HERE?

WHAT IS THIS, A FAMILY REUNION?

JOHN-BOY'S WRITTEN A STORY.

AND WE ARE MAILING IT
OFF TO COLLIER'S MAGAZINE.

AND WE'RE ALL GONNA BE FAMOUS.

CONGRATULATIONS, JOHN-BOY.

YOUR FAMILY MUST
BE TERRIBLY PROUD.

ONE DAY, I HOPE.

ISN'T THAT LOVELY, SISTER.

THIS BOY HAS ATTAINED FAME
AND FORTUNE IN ONE FELL SWOOP

AND LOOK HOW
MODEST HE IS ABOUT IT.

WELL, IT HASN'T HAPPENED YET.

I'M JUST SENDIN'
THE STORY OFF NOW.

OUR COUSIN, RAYMOND,
WAS A WRITER.

IT WAS RAYMOND,
WASN'T IT, SISTER?

OH, YES. HE LEFT TOWN
RIGHT AFTER THE SCANDAL.

JUST ADORED BASKET WEAVIN'.

OF COURSE, PAPA
WOULD NEVER ALLOW US

TO READ ANY OF COUSIN
RAYMOND'S BOOKS.

SAID THEY WERE TOO RISQUE.

OF COURSE, PAPA READ THEM.

I FOUND THEM IN HIS
DESK AFTER HE PASSED ON.

WE REALLY OUGHT
TO BE GOING, SISTER.

WE LEFT THE RECIPE
MACHINE JUST BUBBLING AWAY.

CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN,
JOHN-BOY, ON YOUR SUCCESS.

THANK YOU, AS I SAID, IT
HASN'T REALLY HAPPENED...

IT'S SUCH A PLEASURE
TO SEE A YOUNG MAN

GET SUCCESS AT
SUCH AN EARLY AGE.

JOHN-BOY, I TAKE IT THAT YOU
WANT THIS ENVELOPE MAILED.

WELL, LET'S SEE NOW.

LOOKS LIKE IT'S
NEITHER FISH NOR FOWL.

IT COULD BE 3 OUNCES,
OR IT COULD BE 4 OUNCES.

IT COULD GO FOR 3 BUT
THEN MAYBE IT'LL BE 4.

WELL, I'LL PAY FOR THE 4, IKE.

I JUST WANNA MAKE
SURE IT GETS THERE.

OK, THAT'LL BE 12 CENTS.

12 CENTS, ALL RIGHT.

HERE YOU ARE.

MR. GODSEY, IS THERE ANY
WAY I CAN BE CERTAIN SURE

THEY'RE GONNA GET
IT ON THE OTHER END?

WELL YOU CAN SEND IT REGISTERED.

COST YOU 10 CENTS EXTRA.

10 CENTS, HUH?

I BETTER NOT.

HERE GOES, OFF TO NEW YORK.

THANK YOU.

COME ON, MARY ELLEN.

LOOK HERE. THIS IS
EXACTLY WHAT I NEED.

WHAT IS IT?

STUFF TO MAKE YOU BEAUTIFUL.

"SUPER DELUXE BEAUTY KIT.

"EACH ITEM PERSONALLY ENDORSED

BY HOLLYWOOD STARS."

SHOOO-WHEE!

"CHARMING SCENTS FOR MILADY

IMPORTED FROM THE BEAUTY
CAPITAL OF THE WORLD, PARIS, FRANCE."

MARY ELLEN.

"FOLLOW THE HIGH SOCIETY TREND.

SOFTEN AND BEAUTIFY ROUGH,
CHAPPED HANDS IN MINUTES."

MARY ELLEN, YOU BETTER
LOOK AT THE PRICE TAG

BEFORE YOU KEEP
ON DROOLIN' OVER IT.

MR. GODSEY.

YOU FIND SOMETHING
YOU LIKE, MARY ELLEN?

I SURE HAVE.

MARY ELLEN, BETTER NOT
SET YOUR HEART ON SOMETHING

THAT'S GONNA COST YOU
THE SUN AND THE MOON.

OH, I'VE GOT SOME
MONEY SET ASIDE.

I WANT TO PUT A DEPOSIT
ON THE BEAUTY KIT.

IT'S HER MONEY, IKE.

OK, $1. I'LL MAKE
YOU OUT A RECEIPT?

ONCE I GET THE BEAUTY KIT,
I'LL PROBABLY GET SO BEAUTIFUL

I'LL GO TO HOLLYWOOD,
CALIFORNIA,

AND BECOME A FAMOUS MOVIE STAR.

WELL IN THE MEANTIME,
MISS FAMOUS MOVIE STAR,

I BET YOUR MOMMY AND DADDY GOT
SOME CHORES FOR US TO DO AT THE HOUSE.

TA-TA, MR. GODSEY.

TA-TA, MARY ELLEN.

TA-TA.

TA-TA, MR. GODSEY.

TA-TA, KIDS.

TA-TA.

TA-TA.

HOLD ON, OLD WOMAN.

YOU'VE CUT OFF
ENOUGH BACK UP THERE.

WHO'S CUTTIN' THE
HAIR, YOU OR ME?

JOHN-BOY, WHAT IS
THE MATTER WITH YOU?

MY STORY'S BEEN
GONE 2 WHOLE HOURS.

WHERE DO YOU
RECKON IT IS BY NOW?

PROBABLY STILL SITTIN' AT
IKE GODSEY'S POST OFFICE.

WILL YOU HOLD STILL?

YOU WANT YOUR EAR SLICED OFF?

HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE THE TRAIN

TO GET FROM
CHARLOTTESVILLE TO NEW YORK?

ABOUT 12 HOURS, I IMAGINE.

THEN I RECKON THEY
UNLOAD IT RIGHT AWAY.

THEN THEY GOT TO DELIVER IT.

AND THEN THEY GOT TO READ IT.

HOW'S YOUR
HANDWRITING THESE DAYS?

REAL CLEAR.

I COPIED SOME OF THOSE
PAGES OVER 3 AND 4 TIMES.

OLD WOMAN, I SAY
THAT'S ENOUGH OFF.

ENOUGH, IF YOU WANT TO GO AROUND

THE COUNTY LOOKING
LIKE GENERAL CUSTER.

WELL, GENERAL
WASHINGTON HAD LONG HAIR,

BEN FRANKLIN HAD LONG HAIR

AND MY OWN FATHER HAD LONG HAIR.

YEAH, WELL, I'M NOT
MARRIED TO WASHINGTON,

OR THAT OTHER
FELLOW, OR YOUR FATHER.

I'M MARRIED TO YOU.

WELL, THEN WHY DON'T
YOU LET ME LOOK LIKE ME?

I SAY THAT'S ENOUGH.

NOW, LOOK, YOU'RE GETTING
HAIR ALL OVER THE FLOOR!

NOW, NEXT TIME, I'M GOIN' TO
LET IKE GODSEY CUT THIS HAIR.

THERE'S NOT GONNA
BE ANY NEXT TIME.

I'M GONNA LET IT GROW
AND BRAID IT, DELILAH.

YOU KNOW, SOME WRITERS
TYPE OUT THEIR STORIES.

THEY EVEN HAVE THEIR
SECRETARIES DO IT FOR THEM.

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?

SURE, SOMEDAY.

JOHN-BOY!

YES, DADDY?

I'VE GOT ANOTHER ORDER FOR WOOD.

COME ON OUT. HELP
ME LOAD THE TRUCK.

OK, I'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

IT'LL BE A COLD DAY IN JULY

WHEN I LET THAT
DELILAH GET HER HANDS

ON MY HEAD OF HAIR AGAIN.

WELL, WHY DON'T YOU
JUST LET IKE GODSEY CUT IT?

OH, IKE. HE HASN'T GOT
HIS HEART IN BARBERING.

HE'LL JUST LET
YOU SIT IN THE CHAIR

WHILE HE GOES PRANCING
OFF TO PEDDLE A 3-CENT STAMP.

I SURE WISH I KNEW WHERE
MY STORY WAS BY NOW.

I'VE BEEN MEANIN' TO
ASK YOU, JOHN-BOY.

WHAT IS IT YOU WRITE
ABOUT EXACTLY?

I DON'T KNOW.

JUST ABOUT WHATEVER
COMES TO MIND, I GUESS.

SOMETIMES ABOUT RECKLESS.

SOMETIMES ABOUT CHANCE.

OH, ANIMAL STORIES, HUH?

NO, NOT ALWAYS.

I GUESS I JUST KIND OF WORK
THEM IN EVERY NOW AND THEN.

MOSTLY IT'S ABOUT US.
YOU KNOW, THE FAMILY.

WHAT COULD YOU WRITE ABOUT US?

I MEAN, IT ISN'T LIKE
WE DO ANYTHING.

SHOULDN'T YOU BE
WRITIN' ABOUT KINGS,

AND PRESIDENTS, AND
GENERALS, AND PEOPLE LIKE THAT?

WHAT DO I KNOW ABOUT GENERALS,
AND KINGS, AND PRESIDENTS?

I DON'T SEE HOW YOU
CAN POSSIBLY FIND

ANYTHING INTERESTING
TO WRITE ABOUT US.

GRANDPA, IT WOULD
TAKE ME A LIFETIME

TO SET DOWN EVERYTHING
INTERESTING ABOUT ALL OF US.

EVEY.

IT... IT'S YOUR MA, EVEY.

A-ARE YOU GOING TO
BE HOME FOR A WHILE?

RIGHT. YEAH.

EVERYTHING'S ALL RIGHT.

YOUR MA'S BEEN WRONG, EVEY.

SHE'S COMING OVER
NOW TO HELP YOU.

YEAH, AND HELP YOUR WILLY, TOO.

SO MA PERKINS HAS A
CHANGE OF HEART AT LAST.

REALIZES WHAT LOVE
IS... A WONDERFUL LADY.

THE FINEST.

YOU SURE THERE'S
NOTHIN' IN HERE FOR ME, IKE?

ABSOLUTELY.

WELL, WHAT ABOUT
THAT ONE RIGHT THERE?

THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED
STATES TRUSTS ME WITH THE MAIL

BUT NOT YOUR GRANDSON.

HE COMES IN HERE EVERY DAY,

NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE,
CHECKIN' UP ON ME!

YOU'VE GOT TO LEARN NOT
TO BE SO IMPATIENT, JOHN-BOY.

I'LL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW,

I WISH I'D PAID THE
10 CENTS EXTRA

AND MAILED IT REGISTERED.

I SURE HOPE JOHN-BOY HEARS
FROM THAT MAGAZINE SOON.

HE'S MAKING A NERVOUS
WRECK OUT OF HIMSELF

AND EVERYBODY ELSE.

DO YOU THINK HE'S GOT A CHANCE?

SELL ONE OF HIS
STORIES TO ONE OF THOSE

NEW YORK MAGAZINES?

I HAVE NO IDEA

HOW THOSE MAGAZINES
CHOOSE THEIR STORIES.

WOULDN'T THAT BE SOMETHIN'.

TO OPEN MY MAGAZINE ONE DAY

AND SEE A STORY
BY JOHN-BOY WALTON.

IS THAT WHAT HE'S
WRITING? COWBOY STORIES?

DIDN'T HE TELL YOU, LIV,
HE'S WRITIN' ABOUT US?

US?

THE FAMILY.

WHAT ON EARTH COULD
HE FIND TO WRITE ABOUT US?

WELL, I THOUGHT ABOUT
THAT WHEN HE MENTIONED IT.

THEN I DECIDED

WHEN YOU GET THE BIGGEST
HEATHEN IN THE COUNTY

TOGETHER WITH THE PRETTIEST
MEMBER OF THE BAPTIST CHURCH CHOIR,

YOU'RE GONNA COME
UP WITH SOMETHING.

YOU AGREE?

JOHN,

YOU'VE BEEN PROMISING
FOR A LONG TIME.

DON'T YOU THINK YOU OUGHT
TO GET BAPTIZED THIS YEAR?

ARE YOU GONNA DARN
THAT SOCK ALL NIGHT?

I'VE GOT ANOTHER ONE
TO FINISH AFTER THIS.

YOU KNOW I CAN'T GET TO
SLEEP TILL YOU COME TO BED.

JOHN-BOY, HURRY UP, COME ON!

OF ALL THE DAYS
FOR YOU TO BE LATE!

I'D JUST ABOUT GIVEN UP HOPE.

COME ON, OPEN IT UP.

I'LL TELL YOU, IKE, I'M GONNA
OPEN IT UP AT HOME, OK?

THANKS.

THANK YOU.

HURRY UP.

THEY SENT IT BACK.

I'M SO SORRY.

IT'S A SHAME.

MAYBE YOU DIDN'T PUT
ENOUGH POSTAGE ON IT.

IT WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME
NONE IF ALL OUR GREAT WRITERS

DIDN'T HAVE THEIR
FIRST STORIES SENT BACK.

NOW, DON'T YOU BE DISCOURAGED

BECAUSE YOU GOT TURNED
DOWN THE FIRST TIME.

YOU JUST SEND THAT OUT
TO ANOTHER MAGAZINE.

NO, IT'S NOT A TURNDOWN.

THEN WHY'D THEY SEND IT BACK?

"DEAR MR. WALTON, WE ARE SORRY,

BUT WE CANNOT CONSIDER
HANDWRITTEN MANUSCRIPTS."

THEY DIDN'T EVEN READ IT.

THE NERVE OF THOSE PEOPLE.

IT'S NOT FAIR.

HOW DO THEY EXPECT
YOU TO WRITE IT?

ON A TYPEWRITER, I EXPECT.

BUT YOUR HANDWRITING
WAS SO CLEAR.

IT'S NOT DOIN' ME
TOO MUCH GOOD NOW.

CAN YOU WRITE ON A
TYPEWRITER, JOHN-BOY?

I COULD LEARN, I RECKON.

I BET THERE ISN'T ONE TYPEWRITER

IN ALL OF JEFFERSON COUNTY.

I BET WE COULD FIND ONE
OVER IN CHARLOTTESVILLE.

FINDIN' ONE AND PAYIN' FOR
IT IS SOMETHIN' ELSE AGAIN.

JOHN-BOY, COULD
YOU GIVE ME A HAND

WITH SOMETHIN' HEAVY UPSTAIRS?

AT A TIME LIKE THIS?

UH, TAKE HIS MIND
OFF HIS TROUBLES.

SURE, GRANDPA.

YOUR GRANDMOTHER SAYS

I NEVER LEARNED TO
THROW ANYTHIN' AWAY.

HERE WE ARE.

UH, THIS HERE IS AMY.

SHE DIED OF SCARLET
FEVER WHEN SHE...

WELL, HMM.

NOW, A WAR MEDAL,

WON BY YOUR UNCLE
MATT IN THE WORLD WAR.

THERE, NOW, YOU JUST

TAKE A LOOK THROUGH
THESE LETTERS.

SEE IF ANY ONE OF THEM WAS
WRIT ON A TYPEWRITING MACHINE.

OK.

UH-UH.

I DON'T THINK SO.

WAIT A MINUTE, THIS ONE HERE IS.

RIGHT HERE.

OH, YEAH.

THAT'S JUDGE BALDWIN.

YOU KNOW,

I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED
IF THE BALDWIN SISTERS

STILL DIDN'T HAVE THAT MACHINE.

THEY NEVER THREW ANYTHIN' AWAY
THAT BELONGED TO THEIR DADDY.

IT'S OUR PROUDEST POSSESSION.

IT BELONGED TO OUR PAPA.

BUT YOU MAY LOOK
AT IT ALL YOU LIKE.

THE MACHINE WAS
PURCHASED IN 1908.

NEW, OF COURSE,
WHEN PAPA BOUGHT IT.

I DARESAY IT WAS THE
FIRST TYPEWRITING MACHINE

BROUGHT INTO JEFFERSON COUNTY.

PROBABLY THE ONLY ONE.

IT WAS ON THIS MACHINE
THAT PAPA COMPOSED A LETTER

TO MR. WOODROW WILSON

TELLIN' HIM HOW TO SAVE
THE LEAGUE OF NATIONS.

MR. WILSON WAS BORN
IN STAUNTON, YOU KNOW.

PAPA KNEW HIM QUITE WELL.

IN 1920, PAPA WROTE A
SERIES OF BRILLIANT LETTERS

TO THE EDITOR OF
THE NEW YORK TIMES

PROTESTIN' THE 18TH AMENDMENT.

WAS THAT THE ONE THAT GAVE US
LADIES THE RIGHT TO VOTE, SISTER?

NO, IT'S THE ONE PROHIBITIN'

THE RIGHT TO SELL
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES.

PAPA WAS QUITE CONCERNED.

OH.

HAS ANYBODY TRIED
USIN' IT LATELY?

WE WERE NEVER TAUGHT HOW.

MISS MAMIE, MISS EMILY,

I DON'T SUPPOSE THAT...

I MEAN,

YOU WOULD NEVER CONSIDER...

LENDIN' THE TYPEWRITER?

TO WHOM?

ME.

JOHN-BOY, WE'RE VERY FOND OF YOU

AND KNOW THAT YOU'VE
BEEN RAISED RESPONSIBLY.

UH, WE DO KNOW
THAT, DON'T WE, MAMIE?

INDEED. HOWEVER,

A CHAPTER OF VIRGINIA HISTORY
WAS RECORDED ON THIS MACHINE

AND IT OUGHT PROPERLY
TO BE HOUSED IN A MUSEUM.

WAS THERE SOMEONE
YOU WANT TO SHOW IT TO?

NO, MA'AM. I HAD
IN MIND USIN' IT.

SEE, UH,

THEY WOULDN'T ACCEPT
MY STORY IN LONGHAND.

WELL, MIGHT ONE VENTURE TO
ASK WHAT THE STORY IS ABOUT?

WELL, IT'S ABOUT
MY FAMILY MOSTLY.

ABOUT HOW I WENT
LOOKIN' FOR MY DADDY

ONE CHRISTMASTIME

AND STOPPED HERE ON THE WAY
AND HAD A LITTLE RECIPE, AND...

YOU MENTION THE
RECIPE IN THE STORY?

YES, MA'AM. I HOPE
YOU DON'T MIND.

WHY, OF COURSE WE DON'T MIND.

EVERYBODY IN THE WHOLE WORLD
SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THE RECIPE.

HOW DARE THOSE MAGAZINE PEOPLE

TURN DOWN A STORY
ABOUT THE RECIPE?

YANKEES, PROBABLY.

YES, MA'AM. NEW YORK PEOPLE.

NOW, AM I TO
UNDERSTAND, JOHN-BOY,

THAT THESE TREACHEROUS YANKEES

MIGHT BE PERSUADED TO ACCEPT
YOUR STORY ABOUT THE RECIPE

IF IT WERE TYPEWRITTEN?

I THINK IT WOULD STAND
A BETTER CHANCE OF IT.

WHAT WOULD THE JUDGE SAY, MAMIE?

I BELIEVE THE JUDGE WOULD SAY

THAT NOTHIN' IS MORE IMPORTANT

THAN THE NURTURIN'
OF ARTISTIC ENDEAVOR.

I CAN JUST HEAR HIM SAYIN' IT.

HE HAD SUCH AN
AUTHORITATIVE VOICE.

DOES THIS MEAN THAT...

I KNEW MAMA WOULD HIT
THE CEILING IF SHE FOUND OUT

I'D BORROWED THE
TYPEWRITER FROM 2 OLD LADIES

THAT MADE BOOTLEG WHISKEY.

SO I HID IT.

RECKLESS, WILL YOU BE QUIET!

NOBODY ELSE IS SUPPOSED
TO BE AROUND HERE.

LOOK, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE
WHO'S IN ON THIS, ALL RIGHT?

SHH!

STAY QUIET.

SHH!

SHH!

ALL RIGHT.

COME ON, GET IN
HERE. COME ON, GET IN!

COME ON.

THANK YOU.

WHAT'S GOIN' ON IN...

WELL, I GUESS I DON'T HAVE TO
ASK YOU WHERE YOU GOT THAT.

I THOUGHT IT'D JUST BE
BETTER TO KEEP IT OUT HERE.

YEAH, PRETTY SAFE OUT HERE.

NOW THAT I'VE TAKEN
MY GARDEN TOOLS OUT.

I GUESS IT'S WRONG TO
HIDE IT FROM MAMA, ISN'T IT?

OH, YES, IT'S WRONG.

BUT IF YOU TELL HER,
FIRST SHE'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE

AND THEN SHE'LL MAKE YOU TAKE
THAT BACK TO THE BALDWIN LADIES.

I KNOW.

BUT YOU JUST... YOU
JUST KEEP ON WRITING.

SHH!

OH, HERE WE GO.

MMM.

NOW LET'S SEE, UH,

JASON, ISN'T IT YOUR
TURN TO SAY GRACE?

I THINK SO, DADDY.

OUR FATHER, WE THANK THEE

FOR ALL THE GOOD
THINGS YOU HAVE GIVEN US.

WE ASK THY BLESSING
ON THIS FOOD,

AND ON THIS HOUSE. AMEN.

AMEN.

AMEN.

JOHN-BOY'S ABSENT.

OH, YEAH. WELL, YOU
SIT DOWN OVER THERE.

HE'S BEEN GONE ALL DAY.

I BET HE'S BEEN
PLAYING BASKETBALL.

PROBABLY GOT A GIRL.

WELL, I'M GLAD TO HEAR THAT.

I'M NOT, NOT IF IT MAKES
HIM LATE FOR DINNER.

HEY!

HE USED TO SPEND
ALL HIS TIME WRITIN'.

NOW ALL THAT SEEMS
TO HAVE CHANGED.

HE SPENDS ALL HIS TIME OUTSIDE.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT HIM, LIVIE.

HE'LL COME ALONG ALL RIGHT.

HOW DO YOU KNOW?

BECAUSE HE'S A WALTON.

PASS THE SOUP, PLEASE.

SORRY I'M LATE.

AREN'T YOU GOIN' TO TELL US
WHAT YOU WERE DOING, JOHN-BOY?

NO, HE DOESN'T HAVE TO.

NO, BUT HE SHOULD TRY TO
MAKE IT HOME IN TIME FOR SUPPER.

YES, SIR.

IF SHE'LL LET YOU GO.

YOU GOT A GIRL, JOHN-BOY?

OF COURSE, HUNDREDS OF THEM.

THEY JUST SWARM ALL OVER
ME, LIKE FLIES AFTER WILD HONEY,

SMOTHERING ME WITH
FRANTIC EMBRACES.

AND THEN I WAKE UP.

I DON'T THINK HE HAS A GIRL.

I JUST THINK HE WALKS
AROUND AND THINKS.

AND EVERYWHERE
THAT JOHN-BOY WENT,

RECKLESS WAS SURE TO GO.

PASS THAT CHICKEN ON
DOWN HERE WHILE IT'S WARM.

I TELL YOU, IT TOOK
ME A LOT LONGER

THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD.

MMM.

YOU HAD TO LEARN TO TYPE, HUH?

WELL, THAT WASN'T SO HARD.

IT'S JUST THAT

WHEN I TYPED IT, THE
STORY LOOKED SO DIFFERENT.

I HAD TO KEEP
CHANGIN' WORDS AND,

YOU KNOW, I CHANGED
WHOLE PARAGRAPHS OF IT.

A FINE WRITER IS NEVER
SATISFIED WITH HIS WORK.

YEAH.

SHAKESPEARE.

HE MADE A LOT OF
CHANGES IN HIS PLAYS.

SO YOU SEE, YOU'RE
IN GOOD COMPANY.

DID SHAKESPEARE MAKE A LIVIN'?

EVENTUALLY, YES.

BECAUSE YOU KNOW I GOT TO START

HELPING MY DADDY
OUT PRETTY SOON.

YOU KNOW, IN THE
LONG RUN, YOU MIGHT

DO MORE FOR HIM IF YOU
GIVE YOURSELF SOME TIME.

OH, I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU
GO TO COLLEGE, JOHN-BOY.

MY FIRST.

I'M NOT SO SURE THAT'D BE RIGHT,

SPENDIN' ALL THAT MONEY.

COLLEGES GIVE SCHOLARSHIPS.

OH, I'M NOT THAT GOOD.

WELL, IT WOULDN'T
BE EASY, BUT...

BUT IF YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT

AND WHY YOU WANT
IT, WHO'S TO STOP YOU?

YOU KNOW, YOU SOUNDED
JUST LIKE MY DADDY THERE.

WELL, I GUESS I BETTER
BE SENDIN' IT OFF

AND THEN GET BACK
TO THE OLD TYPEWRITER.

BYE.

BYE.

MAMA, TODAY'S THE DAY
FOR VERNON TO COME BY,

AND I HAVEN'T GOT A
THING TO SELL HIM YET.

THERE'S ALWAYS NEXT WEEK.

BUT I NEED SOME MONEY.

DO YOU MIND IF I
SELL MY BEAD KIT?

HALF OF THE BEADS
ARE LOST ANYWAY.

YOU'RE SAVIN' IT FOR ELIZABETH.

WELL, CAN I AT LEAST SELL
ONE OF MY OLD DRESSES?

ERIN NEEDS EVERY ONE
THAT ISN'T RIPPED TO SHREDS.

HOW AM I GOIN' TO HAVE
ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY

THE SUPER DELUXE
HOLLYWOOD BEAUTY KIT

ENDORSED BY ALL THE STARS?

I'VE SAVED SOME MONEY,
BUT I NEED LOTS MORE.

I WOULDN'T SPEND A LOT
ON SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT.

BUT I WANT TO LOOK PRETTY.

MARY ELLEN, YOU ARE PRETTY.

BUT NOT LIKE YOU.

MARY ELLEN, WHAT AM I
GOIN' TO DO WITH YOU?

YOU CAN HELP ME DRY APPLES

AND IF WE SELL SOME TO
MR. GODSEY, WE'LL SPLIT THE MONEY.

WHEN CAN WE DO IT?

AS SOON AS WE GET ENOUGH APPLES.

IN THE MEANTIME, YOU CAN
CLEAN OUT THE TOOL SHED.

THAT'LL BE A GOOD
PLACE TO STORE 'EM.

I'LL DO IT RIGHT AWAY.

COLLIER'S MAGAZINE AGAIN, HUH?

WELL, LOOKS LIKE
YOU'RE GONNA BE DOIN'

REGULAR BUSINESS
WITH THAT OUTFIT.

I HOPE SO.

WE'RE GOIN' TO SEND IT
REGISTERED THIS TIME?

WELL, THEN, WILL YOU
DO SOMETHIN' FOR ME?

DON'T COME IN HERE
TWICE EVERY DAY

ASKIN' IF I'VE GOT
A LETTER FOR YOU.

OK.

MR. RUTLEY!

MR. RUTLEY!

I'VE GOT SOMETHIN' TO SELL!

HI.

ALL THIS?

IF I BUY IT BY THE POUND,

YOU'LL END UP WITH
ABOUT 50 CENTS.

I'LL GIVE YOU 75.

A DOLLAR.

DID SOMEBODY TELL YOU

THAT YOU GOT TO
BARGAIN WITH VERNON?

I NEED THE MONEY.
EVERY CENT COUNTS.

WELL, I COULD SAY 80 CENTS

BUT THEN YOU'D ASK FOR
95, BUT WHO HAS ALL DAY?

ALL RIGHT, $1.

ALL RIGHT.

THANK YOU.

OH, NO!

GRANDPA, HAVE YOU SEEN IT?

HAVE YOU BEEN OUT
TO THE TOOL SHED?

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

IT'S GONE.

LOOK, IF SOMEBODY'S
HIDIN' IT FROM ME,

YOU BETTER TELL ME RIGHT
NOW 'CAUSE THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

WHAT'S WRONG, JOHN-BOY?

IF YOU'LL TELL US WHY YOU'RE
SO UPSET, MAYBE WE COULD HELP.

HE LOST SOMETHIN'.

THAT'S RIGHT. MY
TYPEWRITER. TYPEWRITER?

YOU DON'T HAVE A TYPEWRITER.

I HAD A TYPEWRITER. IT
WAS IN THE TOOL SHED.

NOW LET'S JUST START FROM
THE BEGINNING, JOHN-BOY.

YOU HAD A TYPEWRITER
IN THE SHED?

IT WASN'T EVEN MY TYPEWRITER.

JOHN-BOY'S SAD.

HE LOST HIS TYPEWRITER.

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU
HAD A TYPEWRITER.

IT'S A 1908 MUSEUM PIECE.

I HAD IT OUT IN
THE OLD TOOL SHED.

IN THE TOOL SHED?

DID YOU SEE IT?

WHERE IN THE TOOL SHED?

IT WAS IN A... IT... IT
WAS IN A, LIKE A CLOSET.

IN... IN A BROWN B-BOX.

DO YOU KNOW ANYTHIN'
ABOUT IT, MARY ELLEN?

BECAUSE JOHN-BOY'S
GOT TO HAVE IT.

PLEASE TELL ME
WHERE IT IS. PLEASE.

I THINK I SOLD IT TO MR. RUTLEY.

WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

I DIDN'T SEE IT! I DIDN'T
EVEN KNOW IT WAS THERE!

IF I LIVE TO BE A
MAN IN THIS FAMILY,

IT'S GOING TO BE A MIRACLE.

YOU HAD NO BUSINESS GOIN'
IN THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE.

I SENT HER.

SHE TOOK IT AND SHE SOLD IT!

I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU DIDN'T JUST
STAB ME IN THE BACK WITH A DAGGER.

JOHN-BOY, SHE
DIDN'T MEAN TO SELL IT.

I DIDN'T, BUT I'M SORRY. HERE.

WHAT'S THAT?

THAT'S WHAT VERNON GAVE
ME FOR THE WHOLE PILE OF JUNK.

$1 FOR A MUSEUM PIECE.

HISTORY WAS MADE
ON THAT TYPEWRITER.

JOHN-BOY, TRY TO IMAGINE
HOW MARY ELLEN FEELS.

NOTHIN' LEFT TO DO NOW,

JUST WALK OUT INTO DRUSILLA POND

UNTIL THE WATER'S OVER MY HEAD.

JOHN-BOY, WE DIDN'T KNOW
YOU HAD A TYPEWRITER, DID WE?

I TOLD HIM ABOUT THE
JUDGE'S TYPEWRITER.

HE HAD TO HAVE ONE.

I BORROWED IT FROM MISS
MAMIE AND MISS EMILY BALDWIN.

YOU KNOW, THEIR DADDY WROTE

TO WOODROW WILSON
ON THAT TYPEWRITER.

JOHN-BOY, I TOLD
YOU I DON'T WANT

TO BE OBLIGATED TO THOSE LADIES.

I KNOW. THAT'S WHY
I KEPT IT A SECRET.

WE'VE GOT TO RETURN
IT TO THEM RIGHT AWAY.

HOW AM I GOING TO DO THAT?
HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO...

WE'LL GO AND SEE IF WE
CAN CATCH UP WITH VERNON.

MR. GODSEY, HAVE YOU
SEEN VERNON RUTLEY?

I THOUGHT YOU WERE
GOING TO ASK FOR THE MAIL.

I SAW OLD VERNON THIS MORNIN'.

HE'D BE LONG GONE BY NOW.

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA
WHERE HE LIVES, EP? IKE.

CAN'T SAY AS I DO,

BUT I'VE SEEN HIM
STOP FOR DINNER

AT ONE OF THOSE
HONKY-TONK PLACES

OVER ON ROUTE 29.

THANK YOU, MR. GODSEY. SHERIFF.

GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT.

2 MORE DINERS. TOO
SOON TO GIVE UP.

I TELL YOU, I DON'T JUST
KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO SAY

TO MISS MAMIE AND MISS EMILY.

WELL, I HAVE BEEN
THINKING, JOHN-BOY,

THAT TYPEWRITER'S GONE FOR GOOD,

BUT I CAN DELIVER THEIR WOOD
WITHOUT CHARGING A CENT.

MAYBE THAT'LL HELP PAY FOR IT.

NO, DADDY, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

THAT TYPEWRITER
CAN'T BE REPLACED.

THEY WOULDN'T HAVE SOLD
THAT FOR A MILLION DOLLARS.

HEY, LOOK OVER THERE.
ISN'T THAT VERNON'S TRUCK?

I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I BOUGHT.

I THREW ALL THAT JUNK IN
MY TRUCK AND DROVE OFF.

WELL, MARY ELLEN HAD
NO BUSINESS SELLIN' IT.

WAS IT STOLEN GOODS?

NO, VERNON, JUST A MISTAKE.

I HOPE YOU'RE WILLIN'
TO SELL IT BACK TO ME.

PLEASE, SIT DOWN.
THANK YOU, VERNON.

DADDY AND I CAN JUST TAKE IT

RIGHT OUT OF THE
BACK OF YOUR TRUCK.

THAT'S THE PROBLEM.

IT'S EASY ENOUGH TO
TAKE IT OUT OF THE TRUCK

IF I HAD IT IN THE TRUCK.

HOW CAN I TELL HIM I DON'T?

WHERE IS IT?

IF I KNEW... SELL IT,
DID YOU, VERNON?

TO DAVIDSON.

HE'S A JUNKMAN, TOO.

NOT LIKE ME. HE'S A
PRETTY BIG JUNKMAN.

HE... HE TRAVELS
IN A HUGE TRUCK.

TEXAS TO VERMONT TO FLORIDA.

LUCKY MAN.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA
WHERE HE WAS GOIN' THIS TIME?

THERE'S NO TELLIN'
WITH DAVIDSON.

HE OFTEN SELLS TO
WHOLESALE BUSINESSES

ALL OVER THE COUNTRY.

I'M SORRY.

YOU LIKED THAT TYPEWRITER
A LOT, DIDN'T YOU?

TSK. THANKS ANYWAY, VERNON.

WELL, IF I HAPPEN TO
RUN INTO DAVIDSON,

I'LL ASK HIM.

I APPRECIATE IT.

BUT HE TRAVELS SO FAST.

OH, I'M THE MOST HATEFUL
CREATURE IN THE WHOLE WORLD.

HI, DADDY. HI.

HI, JIM-BOB. HI.

YOU MUST BE HUNGRY, BOTH OF YOU.

YES, MA'AM.

SUPPER'S ALMOST READY, JOHN-BOY.

WE'RE HAVING MASHED POTATOES,
CORN PUDDING, AND EGG ON HASH.

THAT'S NICE.

WE MIGHT AS WELL TALK ABOUT IT.

YOU'LL HAVE TO FACE MISS MAMIE
AND MISS EMILY AND TELL THEM.

I'D RATHER DIE.

THAT'S NOT GOIN' TO BRING
THE TYPEWRITER BACK.

JASON.

TELL MARY ELLEN TO
COME TO THE TABLE.

SHE JUST CAN'T MAKE
HERSELF SIT DOWN

WITH THE REST OF US.

WELL,

I GUESS IT WON'T HURT HER
TO HAVE A SANDWICH LATER ON.

I DON'T SEE HOW ANYBODY
COULD GIVE UP EGG ON HASH.

MARY ELLEN, WHERE'S
YOUR BROTHER?

WHICH ONE?

JOHN-BOY.

HE'S OVER AT THE
BALDWIN SISTERS'.

WHY? IS SOMETHIN' WRONG?

NO, SOMETHIN'S
RIGHT FOR A CHANGE.

VERNON SENT WORD HE
TRACKED DOWN THAT DAVIDSON

AND DAVIDSON SAID HE
SOLD THAT OLD TYPEWRITER

TO AN OFFICE OVER
IN CHARLOTTESVILLE.

OH, GLORY!

I GOT TO GO OVER
THAT WAY AND I THOUGHT

IF I COULD CATCH
UP WITH JOHN-BOY,

I'D GIVE HIM A LIFT.

SHERIFF BRIDGES, IT
WAS ALL MY FAULT THAT

THAT TYPEWRITER GOT
SOLD IN THE FIRST PLACE.

I'D GIVE ANYTHING IF
I COULD BE THE ONE

TO GET IT BACK FOR HIM.

THEN I'LL GIVE YOU A LIFT.

I APPRECIATE THIS. I REALLY DO.

YES, I WILL.

I'LL BE WITH YOU IN A MOMENT.

YES, INDEED, TOMORROW FOR SURE.

NONE OF THEM LOOK VERY OLD.

THEY MAY HAVE IT STUCK AWAY
IN A BACK ROOM SOMEWHERE.

HELLO. CAN I HELP YOU FOLKS?

WE'RE LOOKIN' FOR A
REAL OLD TYPEWRITER.

AND WE HEARD YOU BOUGHT ONE.

OH, THE MANAGER THOUGHT
HE'D SAVE SOME MONEY

BUT THAT MACHINE
TURNED OUT TO BE

EXACTLY WHAT IT
LOOKED LIKE: JUNK.

I THOUGHT SO, TOO.

UH, WHAT'D YOU
DO WITH IT, MA'AM?

OH, WE GOT RID OF IT.

HOW?

WE SENT IT DOWN TO THE
WAREHOUSE ON ELM STREET.

HOWDY.

HI.

DID YOU BUY A TYPEWRITER
IN THE LAST DAY OR SO?

THAT OLDIE?

YEAH.

I GAVE IT TO THE NIGHT
JANITOR TO TAKE HOME.

I THOUGHT THE WIFE MIGHT
LIKE IT, BUT SHE GOT MAD

AND SAID THAT AIN'T NO
KIND OF BIRTHDAY PRESENT.

SO I SOLD IT TO THE
JUNKYARD FOR $2.

DO YOU HAVE AN IDEA WHERE IT IS?

WELL, HOW WOULD I KNOW?

WE TRY TO UNLOAD THE GOODS FAST.

A TYPEWRITER? I DON'T REMEMBER.

I NEVER SAW ANYONE SO FIDGETY.

COUSIN MARVIN WAS TWITCHY.

REMEMBER, SISTER?

OH, HE HAD FLEAS.

IT WAS BECAUSE
OF ALL THOSE DOGS.

COUSIN MARVIN COULD JUST
NEVER BEAR TO SEE A LOST DOG.

HE USED TO PICK THEM UP ON THE
ROAD AND GIVE THEM A LOVIN' HOME.

HOW DID COUSIN MARVIN
DIE ANYWAY, SISTER?

I'VE ALWAYS CLAIMED
IT WAS HYDROPHOBIA.

YOU KNOW, DOGS PRETEND
TO BE QUITE FRIENDLY

BUT IT'S ONLY FOR
CONVENIENCE'S SAKE.

THEY'LL SEIZE YOU
WITH THEIR FANGS

THE MINUTE YOU TURN YOUR BACK.

AT LEAST THEY DID POOR MARVIN.

IS ANYTHIN' THE
MATTER, JOHN-BOY?

HE'S EAGER TO RETURN
TO CREATING LITERATURE

ON PAPA'S TYPEWRITER.

I'VE LOST IT.

COUSIN ELVIRA WAS PECULIAR, TOO.

REMEMBER, THEY USED TO HAVE
ALL THOSE BATS IN THE HOUSE

AND THEY USED TO RUN UP AND
DOWN THE UPSTAIRS HALL AT NIGHT

BATTIN' AT THEM
WITH TENNIS RACKETS.

JOHN-BOY, WHAT
WAS IT YOU JUST SAID?

I LOST IT.

YOU'VE LOST WHAT?

THE TYPEWRITER.

GOT SOLD TO A JUNKMAN.

WHAT?

FREQUENTLY, PEOPLE
ONLY OWN TREASURES

FOR JUST A SHORT TIME.

THIS HAS BEEN THE CASE

WITH SOME OF THE
WORLD'S GREAT PAINTINGS.

YES, WITH JEWELS, TOO.

THE STAR OF AFRICA
DIAMOND HAS HAD

A GOOD MANY OWNERS
DOWN THROUGH THE YEARS.

SOLD TO A JUNKMAN.

MY SISTER, MARY ELLEN.

SHE DIDN'T KNOW
SHE WAS DOIN' IT.

NOW, EMILY, WE MUST BE BRAVE.

I'M TRYIN', SISTER,

BUT IT'S LIKE LOSING A BIT
OF PAPA ALL OVER AGAIN.

WE'LL TAKE ACTION. WE
WILL FIND THIS JUNKMAN

AND WE'LL BUY PAPA'S
TYPEWRITER BACK FROM HIM.

WELL, WE TRIED THAT.

AND HE'S ALREADY SOLD
IT TO ANOTHER JUNKMAN.

I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING.

AND I'M JUST SO
UPSET ABOUT IT 'CAUSE

I KNOW WHAT IT
MEANS TO BOTH OF YOU.

I JUST DIDN'T LIVE
UP TO MY PROMISE.

I WANTED TO TAKE
CARE OF IT AND I DIDN'T.

I DON'T BLAME YOU LADIES
ONE BIT FOR HATING ME.

NOW, THAT WILL BE ENOUGH.

NOW, EMILY,

WE'VE DISTRESSED
JOHN-BOY ENOUGH ALREADY.

OH, WE MUSTN'T DO THAT.

NO. BUT, JOHN-BOY, WE
LOVED THE TYPEWRITER.

WE STILL DO, WHEREVER IT MAY BE.

BUT A TYPEWRITER
IS ONLY A THING.

IT'S A MATERIAL THING.

BUT IT WAS THE JUDGE'S THING.

EMILY, WE CAN AFFORD
TO TAKE THE LOSS.

AFTER ALL

PAPA LEFT US MUCH
MORE TO REMEMBER HIM BY.

THAT IS TRUE, ISN'T IT, MAMIE?

YOU'RE SO KIND, BOTH OF YOU.

BUT... TSK.

MIGHT AS WELL FACE
IT, I LET YOU DOWN.

AND I'M SORRY.

WE'LL GET OVER IT.

WHY, EMILY EVEN GOT
OVER ASHLEY LONGWORTH.

I DID NOT.

BUT HE'S A MEMORY, SISTER.

A CHERISHED MEMORY.

YES.

LIKE THE JUDGE'S TYPEWRITER.

SIDE OF THE COUNTRY,
A MAJOR EARTHQUAKE

SHOOK THE PORT
CITY OF LONG BEACH.

SCATTERED INFORMATION INDICATES

THAT AT PRESENT COUNT
THE NUMBER OF DEAD IS 122.

LONG BEACH HAS BEEN
DECLARED A DISASTER AREA,

BUT THERE ARE ALSO A
NUMBER OF DAMAGED BUILDINGS

IN OTHER PARTS OF THE
LOS ANGELES COUNTY.

I'M GOING TO PRAY FOR
THOSE FOLKS TONIGHT.

$4 MILLION WORTH OF DAMAGES.

WHAT HAPPENED OUT THERE?

EARTHQUAKE.

HUNDREDS OF BUILDINGS RUINED,

AND MORE THAN 100 LIVES LOST.

I... I DON'T KNOW WHY

THEY DON'T MOVE AWAY FROM THERE.

WE OUGHT TO COUNT OUR BLESSINGS.

I RECKON WE OUGHT TO.

HAVE YOU SEEN MARY ELLEN?

SHE HASN'T COME
HOME FROM SCHOOL YET.

WE SAW HER HEADING FOR HOME.

SHE HASN'T BEEN
SEEN BY MAN OR BEAST.

I THINK SHE'S RUN AWAY.

- SHE WOULDN'T.
- 'COURSE NOT.

AFTER WHAT SHE DID TO JOHN-BOY.

SHE WAS SO ASHAMED SHE
WOULDN'T PLAY BASEBALL TODAY.

SHE SAID SHE'D NEVER
FORGIVE HERSELF.

TOLD ME SHE WAS
GOIN' TO RUN AWAY

AND JOIN THE FRENCH
FOREIGN LEGION.

I SAW HER CRYIN'.

I HAD TO MAKE SUCH A FUSS
OVER THAT DUMB TYPEWRITER.

I WISH I'D NEVER BORROWED IT.

I WISH I'D NEVER SENT THAT
STORY OFF TO THE MAGAZINE.

SHOOT, I WISH I'D NEVER
EVEN WRITTEN THE THING!

JOHN-BOY.

I'M SORRY, MOTHER, I'VE
GOT TO GO FIND MARY ELLEN.

MR. GODSEY, HAVE
YOU SEEN MY SISTER?

WHICH ONE? MARY ELLEN.

NO, I HAVEN'T. THANK YOU.

JOHN-BOY.

I'M KIND... I'M IN
KIND OF A HURRY.

YOU KNOW, THE FIRST TIME
YOU KEPT ASKIN' ME ALL THE TIME.

THIS TIME YOU
DON'T SEEM TO CARE.

JOHN-BOY, I DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU.

THIS MORNING I
GOT THIS IN THE MAIL.

IT'S FOR YOU, CAME
FROM NEW YORK.

AND IT'S FROM
COLLIER'S MAGAZINE.

AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN ASK FOR IT.

AREN'T YOU EVEN GOING TO TELL
ME WHETHER IT'S GOOD NEWS OR BAD?

I'M SORRY, IKE, BUT I'VE
GOT TO FIND MARY ELLEN.

NOT A TRACE OF
HER, NOT ANYWHERE.

I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE
TO KEEP ON LOOKIN'.

SHE MUST BE HIDIN' OUT
IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE.

NO, SHE ISN'T, SON.

MARY ELLEN.

WELL, THAT'S NO WAY TO BEHAVE.

OH, I FELT SO AWFUL.

I KNOW. I DID, TOO.

I FINALLY TOLD MISS
MAMIE AND MISS EMILY

AND THEY TRIED
TO HIDE IT FROM ME,

BUT I COULD TELL THEY
WERE RIGHT UPSET ABOUT IT.

THEY DECIDED TO
TAKE THE LOSS THOUGH.

THEY WON'T HAVE TO.

I FOUND IT IN AN ANTIQUE STORE.

SHE HAD TO PAY A MIGHTY
STEEP PRICE TO GET IT BACK, TOO.

NOW SHE CAN'T GET HER
SUPER DELUXE BEAUTY KIT.

AND YOU STILL
OWE THE SHERIFF $6.

I DON'T MIND, JOHN-BOY.

I CAN WAIT TO BE BEAUTIFUL.

AND MY NEXT STORY HAS TO BE
TWICE AS GOOD AS THE FIRST ONE WAS.

BECAUSE IT JUST CAME BACK TO ME.

OH, THAT'S TERRIBLE.

WELL, IT ISN'T REALLY.

WHAT DO THEY MEAN

"IT DOESN'T SUIT
OUR PRESENT NEEDS"?

MAYBE IT MEANS IT'LL
SUIT THEIR NEEDS LATER.

DID THEY LIKE YOUR
STORY, JOHN-BOY?

THEY READ IT WITH INTEREST.

AND THEY WANT TO HEAR
MORE OF YOUR STORIES.

WELL, SOMEBODY UP
THERE IN NEW YORK

HAS GOT SOME SENSE AFTER ALL.

EVERYBODY, LOOK
AT IT. IT'S A TURNDOWN.

YOU ALL ARE MAKIN' IT SOUND LIKE

I'M ANOTHER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

MAYBE YOU ARE.

MIGHT NOT SUIT THEIR
NEEDS THIS MONTH.

BUT THERE'S A LOT
OF MONTHS TO COME.

IF I EVER DO SELL A
STORY, MARY ELLEN,

I'M GONNA MAKE IT UP TO YOU.

AND I'M GONNA BUY YOU
THAT DELUXE BEAUTY KIT.

SUPER DELUXE.

THANK YOU.

MY FAMILY MANAGED TO TURN

MY FIRST REJECTION SLIP
INTO SOME SORT OF VICTORY.

I STARTED TYPING
AGAIN THAT EVENING,

AND I'VE BEEN TYPING
STORIES EVER SINCE.

BUT NO TYPEWRITER
EVER CAME TO MEAN

AS MUCH TO ME AS THAT
OLD MACHINE I BORROWED

FROM MISS MAMIE AND
MISS EMILY BALDWIN.

BEDTIME, SON.

LIGHTS OUT PRETTY SOON?

JUST FINISH THIS
SENTENCE, DADDY.

IN A MOMENT, SOME SCENES

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