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My editor, my paper, and this is how he tells me!

From the Teletype we find out

as if he owed nothing to this paper or to me!

As if he'd never even heard of us before!

The man's out of his mind!

Hello, boys.

- Hello. - Hi.

Hello.

Hello, Robert.

It seems you heard.

You might have told someone, Max.

I thought I did, for the past two months.

It was just a question of what day.

It was a wrong thing to do on any day

without consulting me and this board!

We've decided that your war job is right here on this paper.

No, that was your decision, Robert.

I've told you 100 times

that my job was to get as close to this war as they'd let me.

Schoolboy urge.

A desire to go away with flags flying and come back a tin hero.

- At my age? - Schoolboy stuff, yes.

Don't be a stubborn idiot.

You know my reasons, and you know they concern the future of this paper

more than they do medals for Maxey.

If there is a paper here when you come home.

We're on that again.

When you leave, this paper doesn't exist

because this paper is you.

It's all the men in this room.

We've worked together for five years

on a policy that's never changed.

With Ed Kennedy in my place, it will go right on.

Of course, I respect that and all of you.

But no policy is worth a hoot

without the brains and courage of the right man to put it into words.

And in this case, I gambled two million bucks on the spirit of a guy named Wharton.

Is that what you're concerned about, your two million bucks?

To a degree, yes. Is that vulgar?

Mrs. Wharton calling Mr. Wharton. Long distance.

Polly.

Hello? Yes, I'm on.

Does Polly know you've done this?

No.

Hello, Polly!

Yes, it's true, angel.

Well, good for you, darling.

Where they gonna send you, Max? Where you going?

Well I don't know. Somewhere first for basic training. I report in five hours.

- You leave in five hours? - Quiet!

Oh, that's Robert Drexel Gow having kittens. After that

maybe Officer's Candidate school if I can make it.

- And that's where I join up with you. - When you what?

I need seven or eight weeks more on the script for Joel Nixon

and when you go to officer's school, that's where I go.

Oh, don't argue, Max. I couldn't hold out any longer than that.

I miss you like the dickens!

And you took me for better or worse, war or peace.

Okay, darling, you win. You're a fool, but hang on to your seat.

Yes, angel, I'll write every day.

- Goodbye, Polly. Goodbye. - Max, you aren't going right away?

Max, I'll need a little more time with you.

Boys, what you don't know about this seat now, you won't learn in another hour.

call a foul motive no matter who owns it

and go after the fellas that are dreaming up the next war.

Show this country how to keep the victory after they win it.

- Good luck, Ed. - Thank you.

- Goodbye, Robert. - Max, I've got to know where you're going.

There'll be a thousand problems coming up around here.

- No, Robert, that's out. - What's out?

This is going to be a tough grind for me. When I leave here today

I leave.

You mean you're gonna walk out cold on this whole shebang?

You heard me. No inter-office communications from Robert Drexel Gow.

- Nothing. And that's the way it's gotta be. - Oh, well in that case

- goodbye, Max, old son. - I mean it, Robert.

Naturally, naturally. That's why I say, "Don't give us a single thought."

Norman, have the car sent 'round. I'll be ready in a minute.

- Yes, Mrs. Wharton. - Joel, that script is super. You won't need a line changed.

If you do, you get somebody else to do it.

Now who could take up where Polly Wharton left off?

Ah, that's why you get me to work cheap.

You know, another week without Max, and I'd bust!

But Polly, that bungalow court. They live like canned sardines in those places.

- You won't be able to take it. - What woman has taken, woman can take.

You'll go crazy down there, unless you intend to do some writing.

- Not a line. - But you're taking your typewriter.

I take my typewriter everywhere.

Without a dozen pencils, I'm lonesome. I took pencils on my honeymoon.

- Nope, this is a full time job, Joel. - What job, Polly?

Max Wharton, the most important man I know.

What the world will be like is entirely up to him.

And if he decides to fight in a different way right in the middle of the war

I've got to know why, and I've got to see that he gets it done.

Alright, fellas, here we go. Grab those bags, will you, Norman?

Goodbye, Elsie. Let me here from you in New York. Come one, Jill.

Bungalow 26D, here I come!

Rock your backs!

How long you been in the army, mister? Rock your backs!

Get it out. Jump to here.

Who told you to come down? Wipe that smile off. Throw it down.

Step on it. Rock your back. Halt, hit a brace.

Pull in that chin. Give me another chin. Give me two chins.

- Here. - Thank you.

26D.

- Hi. - Hi, big boy.

I wish you were a little bigger.

- Can you tell me where I'll find 26D? - Hey, wait for me!

Would you...

-26D, please, am I in the right... - Over there!

- I'll get three demerits for being late. - Oh, well that...

But it was worth it!

Oh, I beg your pardon. I thought this was 26D.

This is 26D.

Well yes, of course it is.

Oh, you're just leaving!

Is something the matter?

Why, you're Paula Wharton. Fellow Americans.

Talk about coincidence! I just finished reading it.

- I think it's my favorite of all your books. - Well, thanks!

I've got some more things out here. I think I better get them.

- Oh, let me help you. - Oh, mine's just heavy as lead.

I'm sorry. Thanks a lot.

I certainly never thought I'd meet you.

Of course, I should have connected when your husband came over this afternoon

to leave some of his things here. He said his name was Wharton and his wife was

coming from California, but I just never connected.

Did Max say when he'd be back?

- My husband. - Max Wharton? Haven't I heard that name before?

- Well, before he enlisted, he used to be editor... - Of course! The Bulletin!

- That's the newspaper my Roy's so crazy about. - Well, thanks.

He must be awfully unusual, though.

You hardly hear of anyone like an editor getting to be only a Private.

And what's more, he didn't use any pull.

Oh, do sit down.

- Okay. - We'll be leaving any minute now.

I'm just waiting for my Roy to get back.

He graduated today. I thought I'd faint when Colonel Foley handed him his commission.

Roy's gone over now to get his orders.

That is, where they're going to send him. I just can't wait to find out.

If it's Crocker Field, Arkansas, I'll just die.

- Don't ever let them send your husband there. - Why, isn't it on our side?

Oh yes, but it's awful, simply awful. Wives never go along to Crocker Field.

- Please don't ever send Max to Crocker Field, Arizona. - Arkansas!

Arkansas.

Why from camp to the only hotel is 20 miles through a swamp.

And that hotel is packed full of wives that are permanent.

- Permanent wives? - Oh, I mean that live there permanently.

Honest, I'd just die. After the way Roy's worked down here, too.

Work, work, work. I hardly ever got to see him.

- Really? - Oh, they just work all the time. It's awfully hard.

Of course, if you're young, it isn't so bad. A friend of Roy's in the Surgeon General's

department said that over 21, you don't absorb any more. You simply don't absorb a thing.

It was terrible for my Roy. He's going on 25.

Well mercy, what about my Max?

- He's going on 40. - Oh.

He must be special.

- Would you like a drink? - Well this will surprise you. Yes.

Well, here we are.

Well I hadn't thought of peroxide.

Oh no, I just put what we had left in the bottle to travel with.

It's really scotch.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello? Yes? Oh, just a moment.

- It's for you. It's New York. - Oh, well...

- Oh, how practical. - I'm sorry.

Yes? No, Mr. Wharton isn't here, this is Mrs. Wharton. Who's calling, please?

Well ask Mr. Gow if he'd like to speak to Mrs. Wharton.

Yes, I'll hold on.

We haven't anything to go with this, just only water.

That'll be fine.

- I said water will be fine. - That's what I'm going to get, it's in the bathroom.

None of these bungalows have sinks in the kitchen.

- Isn't it crazy, a kitchen without a sink? - What will they think of next?

Yes? No, I'm not calling anyone. They're calling me, you said.

- All right, I'll be right here. - Here we are.

Help yourself.

I remember the first book of yours I ever read.

- The Whispering Town. Your own life, wasn't it? - Sort of.

Both those men?

Oh no, not that part.

- But you did work on a newspaper. - Yes, that's right.

- Mr. Wharton's? - Mhm, some feature writing, politics and things.

I did stay long enough to marry the editor.

Well, here's to 26D, sink or no sink.

I hope you're gonna like it here. It's the best bungalow in the court.

- Well, good. - But of course, if you're not just terribly careful

- there are moths. - Moths?

And yes, there's no shower.

Moths, no shower...

Oh, the roof use to leak something terrible, but Roy fixed it.

Well good for Roy. What's that?

It's the refrigerator. It used to be worse, too, but Roy fixed it.

- It's noisy, isn't it? - Well at least when it does that, you know its work...

working.

Oh, did I tell you about the lights? They're sort of peculiar.

The one in the bedroom doesn't work from the bedroom. You have to turn it on and off

out here.

And the lights in here are peculiar, too.

You have to step outside to turn them on and off.

- Very modern. - Mhm.

- Oh, hi, Mrs. Greenberg. - Hi.

Oh, and then there's this window.

The only way you can open it is... I'll show you.

Well, where's the place your skirts blow up?

- Honey! - Oh, it's Roy!

Oh look, darling, it's Paula Wharton.

- Gosh, how do you do? - How do you do?

- My husband Lieutenant Lupton. - Your husband's in school here.

- Yes, that's right. - Roy, where do we go?

I don't know. I brought it home so we could open it together.

- Go ahead, honey, hurry up. - Oh no, honey, you do it.

- No, you. - No, Roy, you!

Please, somebody!

- Oh no, Roy! - Crocker Field, Arkansas.

- Oh, my gosh. - Oh, Roy, you've got to go talk to them.

Tell them you're married. Tell them I just couldn't live there.

Sweetheart, in the army, you can't talk to them. You just have to do it.

- Even a Second Lieutenant? - Honey, this is one place you just can't go.

- You've got to go back to Kansas City. - But you'll be going overseas

right afterwards, and I won't see you anymore.

Sweetheart, that's silly. Listen

you can go on the same train with me as far as Arkansas. It's on the way.

And Jake loaned me his car to get us down to the station. Train leaves at 9:00.

Oh my gosh, we got to get started. Come on, honey.

Oh, that's probably me. You go right ahead. Yes, Operator?

Oh, Roy, get the war over with quick. You're telling me.

Well, if you find Mr. Gow, you call me, and if I find him, I'll call you.

- Max. - Polly!

Max, darling!

- I didn't know you were here already. - Oh baby, I wouldn't know you!

You look wonderful!

Oh, Max, I can't get over it! That tan!

- And what's that, muscle? - Mhm, basic training, baby. They do that outdoors.

- When'd you get here? - Right now.

Oh, Polly, am I glad to see you. Hello.

- Oh, Max. - Mr. Wharton, I should have known who you were this

afternoon, but I just didn't realize.

- Oh, my husband, Lieutenant Lupton. - How do you do?

- It's sure great to meet you and your wife. - Thank you, sir.

- What's the matter, honey? - Excuse me, but that's the first time I've ever heard

-anyone call Roy "Sir." - Well, shouldn't you salute him?

Oh no, only when we meet outdoors. Indoors, he isn't required to.

- Well we could step outside, and then he could. - Cut it out, Polly.

I'm sorry, we've got to push off. We'll miss a train.

Can I help you with your bags, sir?

Thank you, that's very nice of you.

Oh, not those, Max, those are mine. I think theirs are in here, dear.

Oh, excuse me. I guess I've got everything.

Crocker Field.

Can I...

Oh, I left some things for you in the cupboard.

They weren't enough to pack, but too good to throw away.

There's some crackers and cereal biscuits

and some dried up fruitcake, and ketchup.

- Thanks a lot. - Excuse me, I have to get my coat.

Now, the 1911 A1 works on recoil delay principle of operation.

- The 1911 A1. - Yes.

As the cartridge is discharged, both the barrel and the slide start to move

back. But because of the barrel link, which pivots on the link pin the barrel's

pulled down. So if the lugs become disengaged from the ribs, it slides in free

to move back, striking the casing. You see that, don't you?

We'll be taking that up next week.

Of course, the A1 has it all over the older model.

Field stripping is a cinch. Getting it back together is a little bit slower.

Oh, I forgot to tell you about the ants. There isn't a single ant in the bungalow.

People say there must be, but there aren't.

Because I keep a pinch of salt in this cup up here, and it keeps them away.

Oh you think that's it? I'll bet they're scared of the moths.

To identify 137 enemy aircraft at less than 1/10th of a second each.

Wow.

- Well, that's that. Are you ready, darling? - Oh, I guess so.

- Goodbye. - Oh, goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, Lieutenant. Nice trip.

- Wade right into it, don't let it get to you. - Thank you, sir.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Wharton, it's been just wonderful. - Goodbye and good luck

and thanks for letting me in before the doors open.

- Goodbye, Mr. Wharton. - Goodbye.

Bye!

You're outdoors, shouldn't you salute?

- Polly, where have you been? - Angel, am I really here? Am I writing this all in a letter?

Fine thing right here in a lighted doorway.

- Hey, it looks as if the fuse blew. - No, it works

from out here.

- What's the idea? - I don't know, unless it's to make conversation, or if you

-don't like the guests, you can always blow a fuse. - Oh, Polly, you were crazy

- to come down here. - Oh, sure.

No kidding, honey, look at this place.

It's the only thing I could find for you anywhere near the field.

I think it's lovely.

- You're gonna be all alone here, sweetheart. - Yes, I know.

You know I have to live in the barracks. Strict schedules.

We'll be lucky if we have an hour a week together.

Florida in summer. Oh, Polly, why did you want to do this?

Dames are funny, holding on to what they've got just as long as they can.

- You're no dame, you're different. - I don't want to be different.

I wanna be like all those other gals with their fellas.

- All right, gotta get back pretty quick. - Oh, is that for you?

No, but you see, honey, my feet were killing me, and I got permission to run over

here and change my socks. I thought I'd leave a few of my things here

some shirts, some socks, so at least you'd know I was around.

Having your socks around, how sweet.

I've gotta get back in reasonable time. I better get busy.

I think I'll get out of my things, Max, I'm steaming.

Bring in that big bag for me, will you, dear?

White phosphorous is used as a standard filling in 75mm, the 105mm...

The little bag too, darling.

White phosphorous is used as a standard filling in 75mm, the 105mm, the 145mm...

Doggone, I stick in the same place every time.

- What sticks, dear? - This is just one of 33 subjects you got to know

-cold and no time to learn them. - It's not worse than that

-basic training. - Oh, sweetheart, beside this, basic training was a lark.

You get used to that.

That was just forcing yourself into new physical habits. It can be done, even at my age

if you just hang on. But this... This is the works.

General Wharton, I kinda like that though.

Thirty-three subjects. White phosphorous is used as the standard filling...

Thirty-three subjects, that sounds like a short history of the world.

And all the cleaning, polishing, scrubbing, drilling...

That goes right on.

- Boy, what a day. - Tell me about it, Max.

At the crack of dawn, inspection.

I had a spot on my shirt I didn't even see it.

- Five gigs. - Gigs, what are those?

Demerits.

Then we had a quiz. You have to get 89 to pass. You know what I got?

- No, what? - 89.

Well that's good, isn't it?

At retreat parade this afternoon, I stood at attention for an hour.

You can wiggle your toes, and you can roll your eyeballs. That's all.

I saw the neck of the fellow ahead of my go brick red in the sun.

Then it began to turn white. His neck, I mean.

And bam, he falls right on his face.

One gig. Along comes the meat wagon and picks him up.

- Meat wagon? - Oh, that's the ambulance.

What a thing to call it.

Polly, holy smoke, I'd forgotten what you were like.

- I was afraid of that. - Don't ever leave me again till you have to, baby.

- Oh, when's that? - It depends where I go for my first assignment.

Any place but Crocker Field, Max. Wives can't go there. I just won't have Crocker Field.

- Polly. - What, dear?

- I wouldn't have done it if I didn't think it was right. - Done what, Max?

- Left the paper. - Oh.

- Is that worrying you? - No. Yes, what do you think?

- Oh, that can wait, can't it? - No.

No, let me tell you about it, Polly.

I began to think about the 10 million men in the armed forces.

That's a big part of this country's population.

And what about those people when the war's over?

You don't think they're gonna settle back into their old ruts?

They've got new ideas about how this country should be run, and the world, too.

What would I know sitting at a desk getting information second hand?

I belong in the middle of it with the people it's happening to.

Not for any personal glory, Polly, you know that.

But to give the paper some authority in the future.

When we come to talk about reorganizing the world.

What kind of peace we want. How to make it stick.

If I've been in it, I'll have earned the right to talk my head off.

And what's more, I'll know what I'm talking about. See what I mean?

- Mhm. - Well, what do you think?

Nothing.

I never caught you without an opinion yet, Polly. Come on, you gotta tell me what you

think.

Well I think you're right, Max. Except there's the home front.

It's important they know what it's all about.

You put in five years on The Bulleti making it a paper they listen to.

If you're leaving, it means an influence like that might fold up and disappear.

That's right, darling. The paper can't fold.

If I didn't think Kennedy could do the job, I'd never have walked out.

Are you trying to say you don't think Kennedy can?

Well, if you think so, darling, that's all there is to it.

- As a matter of fact, Polly... - Max

that's all we're going to say about the paper.

I'm sorry, darling. Sweetheart

- I've gotta... change my socks. - Yes, I know.

A man can get a lot of demerits for being late.

That'd be dreadful, wouldn't it?

You know, if Gow has any notion he can send for me when something happens...

- Well he hasn't so far. - No, but I can tell from that sweet farewell, he will.

- He's a mule you know, he's a maniac. - Yes, I know he is.

You know, if I had no time for the paper before

-now it's out of the question. - Yes, dear, we won't have it now.

- I don't want to hear about it. - No, no, and if Gow comes...

Well, I'll take care of this.

- Come in. - The train, it's eight hours late.

We'll be here till 5:00 in the morning.

- Oh, hello. - Oh, my goodness.

Oh, it's quite all right. We were just talking about The Bulletin.

He always does that in his socks. Train.

- Eight hours late. - We came back to the court. We hoped maybe they'd let us have

have a bungalow just for the night.

But there isn't a thing. Not a thing.

Look, I've got to get back to the barracks right away, anyway.

- Oh no, please... - Max has only had a reasonable time off anyhow.

This is made up into a bed, and there's a bedroom in there.

- You mean Mrs. Wharton on the sofa? - Well, I'd just love that!

- Oh no, we couldn't, really. - Where are you going to find another place like this?

It's away from it all, but yet it's in touch with everything.

Well, let's get the bags in. Are they outside?

On the porch. This sure doesn't seem right.

Max, your shoe!

- Gee, Mrs. Wharton, are you sure? - Oh, I'd love it.

- It seems an awful imposition at a time like this. - Oh, no.

Job. If you take aircraft structures, terminology and theory of flight, then

you don't have to take elementary aerodynamics.

Aircraft structures, terminology, and theory of flight make up for it?

- Certainly. - Well what about pilotage and DR?

Pilotage, DR, radio and celestial.

- Are they speaking English? - Oh no, it's Army. They have to talk like that

or else they'd never learn it.

You know, when this war is over, won't we know a pack of useless stuff?

When you get through DR, that's nothing. Because then you're in to radio ranges

marker beacons, homings and running fixes.

- Sounds like a tough course, all right. - Here it all is, darling.

Well, Max, don't overdo it.

Well, I guess I better put on my shoes.

Suit yourself, dear. We're really very informal here.

Oh Gosh, Mrs. Wharton. I forgot to tell you about the shopping here.

There are two stores, Dale's and Hutchinson's.

At Hutchinson's, you can get anything. Meat, vegetables, anything.

But it's awfully crowded, and you have to wait in line for hours.

And you have to bring all the stuff home yourself. They don't deliver.

Well what about the other store, what's it like?

- Oh, they're fine, they deliver. - Oh, wow.

Only they haven't got anything.

Polly, I've got to be getting back.

- When will I see you again, Max? - I don't know, darling.

- Soon, I hope. Goodbye, folks. - Goodbye, and thanks.

Oh, Max.

He's nice. Let's have him over again.

All right, all right, don't rush me.

- Well, what do we got here? - Hiya, babe!

Go away!

- Diegers. - Colonel Foley.

- Is there something I can do? - No, thank you.

I just came out to turn off the lights in my bedroom. That's all.

Well, if I didn't go to the wild blue yonder.

All the wolves in this neighborhood.

All ages, their eyes shine in the dark.

- Yeah, well goodnight, Mrs. Wharton, again. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Copycat.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Hello, hello, hello.

Bless Mommy and Daddy and me...

Hello? What?

Well speak up will you... I... Oh.

Is Mr. Gow really on the phone? Oh, Robert!

- It's me, Polly. - Hello, Polly. When did you get there?

Mhm. Oh, I'm great, just great.

- Is Max around? - No, he had to go back to the field. Why?

Listen, I've got to talk to Max. I've been putting it off for months.

The paper's been losing ground every day.

The time's come where I've got to discuss it with Max. When will he be back?

Well it's hard telling, Robert. He's in and out of here like a morning glory.

You may as well make up your mind. He's not going to be any use to you from now on.

- You heard me, Lamby. - How quaint of Max.

Walks out on his whole responsibility and, now, if you please

-he wouldn't dare to be annoyed. - Don't be stupid.

Deep inside, he's yearning over that paper like an anguished mother

but he's got a terrible headache on his hands down here.

When I've got to talk to Max, I've got to talk to him. And when the time comes I

-really need Max, I'm going to have him! - Robert, if you so much as

butt in down here, I'll tear you apart with my own two hands. You bull-headed oaf.

Bull-headed.

Bless Mommy and Daddy, and

make me a good girl.

Wharton!

Oh relax, I'm a student just like you.

- My name's Paulson. - Glad to know you.

I'm a reporter on the camp paper.

We wanna run a story on you. You know, just who you are, and all about you.

We do that on all the important students, and

well, you're about the top celebrity in camp.

You don't say?

We want you to write it yourself.

My friend, I doubt if I could lift a pencil.

Well, you can make it as short as you want.

Oh no, you go right ahead. There must be a few facts around in Who's Who

or somewhere. Thanks just the same.

Well, think it over.

Mrs. Collins! Mrs. Dumbrowski!

Mrs. Greenberg! Mrs. Clark!

Come and get it!

I couldn't get a smidge of butter. Not a...

- But here I got some milk. - Thanks.

- And no meat. - No meat!

- Beef stew, that's all. - Well that's wonderful.

It tastes like breast of peacock.

Well, we're all going to have it every darned one of us.

- And I got your celery. - Thank you.

- I couldn't get tomato juice, got you vegetable juice. - That's perfectly all right.

- Your carrots, your peas. - Thank you.

- And soap and cigarettes. - Oh, great!

Oh what a fight. He said, "Sister

"how do I know you want them for four of the dames beside yourself?"

I said, "Brother, because I'm telling you.

"And one more word out of you and I'll bring all four of them over here.

"And they're all just like me."

How did you remember everything?

Oh it's easy. A string on every finger.

Mrs. Wharton, why don't you come and have a bite with us tonight?

Oh no, look at the mess I've got for myself. I'm cooking again tonight, girls.

Do you think you really ought to?

Sure, I'm getting so I can eat it now.

But to tell you the truth, I've got my husband coming for dinner tonight.

Oh, good for you.

And that's not all. A guest. The most important catch in the camp.

- Who? - Well, I know you'll think I'm boasting.

- Colonel Foley? - Uh-uh, Frank MacDougal, Max's bunkmate.

The man with the highest marks in the whole class.

- I've gotta get started. - Thanks, Mrs. Wharton.

Don't mention it. Wharton Delivery Service, twice daily.

Oh girls, if you have a spare minute later on to help me with the stew...

Sure, just yell.

I don't mind poisoning MacDougal, but I love Max.

- Oh, that's really stew. - Thank goodness.

- Here, the potatoes are all mashed. - Good.

- Put them on the stove. - Oh, sure.

Now, don't forget the rolls. You put them in the oven just before you sit down.

You're the cleverest women I ever met in my whole life.

- Oh, and we write books, too. - Yoo-hoo!

Why, Mrs. Dumbrowski. What have you done?

- Apple pie. - An apple pie, for me?

Only it's a miracle if it tastes that way because it's all substitutes

except the apples.

Oh, I don't know what to say. You're all so wonderful.

You're just wonderful!

The left-hand guide of the stacking swivel will engage the lower hook of the

swivel of his own rifle, the free hook out of his left file.

Then, turning the barrel forward, in the angle made by the other two rifles

lowers the butt to the ground in order to form a uniform stack with

the other two rifles.

- It's easy. - Sure, sure, it's obvious.

- Max. - Hello, honey.

- And of course this is Mr... - Frank... Frank MacDougal.

Very glad to know you, Mrs. Wharton.

Mr. MacDougal. How nice of you.

Oh ladies, this is my husband, Mr. Wharton.

Max this is Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Greenberg, Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Dumbrowski.

Our neighbors.

Oh, and Mr. Frank MacDougal.

- Mrs. Greenberg. - Mrs. Jones.

- No, this is Mrs. Greenberg. - Oh, sorry.

- Mrs. Clark. - Hi.

- And this is... eh... - Mrs. Dumbrowski.

You are the brightest man in your whole class, aren't you, Mr. MacDougal?

That's the way it is. I just can't seem to help it.

You see, I told you.

Well, I think maybe we ought to be running along.

- Drop in anytime girls. - Goodbye.

Look at our guests.

- Oh, honey. - Darling.

Are you holding together all right?

Oh Max, for Heaven's sake.

- Mr. MacDougal, let me have your cap. - Thank you.

I certainly heard a lot about you, Mrs. Wharton.

Well, I certainly heard a lot about you.

Max hopes that whatever it is that makes you bright is catching.

Hey, you mean you cooked this stew?

Oh, listen to him acting surprised. Just because I haven't had occasion to cook

- in our married life. - You are sensational.

- Frank you oughta smell that. - I am.

Oh, shucks. It's just something I whipped up.

- Ah, excuse me. - Pardon?

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Frank's only got one hour. - Yes, that's right.

- And you? - I have a couple of hours.

Well, go sit down, will you? I'll be with you in a minute.

Go on, just pull up a couple of chairs, boys.

Let's see, rolls in the oven just before you sit down.

Ouch!

And eh...

Wanna get cleaned up? No I'm clean as a baby's mind.

Have a drink? No thanks. Never touch the stuff.

By the way, what did you get on that exam yesterday?

One hundred.

It's a nice setup you got here.

- Yeah we... - Start right in with stew, boys. No trimming.

Just plow right in. Don't wait for me.

Sit down Mr. MacDougal.

I'm sorry, I really... I can't.

What do you mean? Why not?

Mrs. Clark tasted it and said it was delicious.

Oh no, no, it isn't that, it's...

Well I just haven't the right to sit down at the Wharton table.

Why not?

Well I'm a terrible ingrate.

I lived my whole life in New York City

and I never read your newspaper, The Bulletin. Now I ask you...

- As God is my... - Oh you... sit down.

Would you believe it, Mr. MacDougal, we don't even read it ourselves.

It isn't even allowed in this house.

Why? I understand it's a pretty good newspaper.

You're darned right it is.

But this is the army, Frank, and what paper you read and politics are out.

If you want to know, the reason those women were really over here was

just to know what I was having for dinner.

Always poking into my dinners.

How do I make this? How do I make that? They just don't see how I do it.

I don't either.

Mrs. Wharton, this is pie.

It is good, isn't it?

Polly, when did you learn to bake a pie like this?

Not since I've known you.

Oh shucks, way back when I was little girl at my mother's knee.

You never forget those things once you learn.

How do you go about it, Mrs. Wharton? I've always wondered.

- You mean... - Making a pie?

Well, I'm certainly not gonna bore you two nice people.

Always wanted to know, myself.

- Yeah, what do you do first? - Yeah, what?

Well...

Since it's an apple pie, naturally...

First you take your apples.

Then you cut them all up into tiny little pieces and uh...

Well, then you have your apples.

Yeah, then comes the crust.

My mother always said that's the crust.

Your mother never said a truer word, Mr. MacDougal.

A nice flaky crust is a the bottom of the whole thing.

The bottom of the whole thing.

Yeah. How do you make the crust?

Mm-mm.

Well, that's very interesting.

First, you take a little pot.

Uh, not very big.

About so high.

And, uh, could be a little higher.

What's the size of the pot got to do with it?

That's a very ignorant question.

Okay, so you've got your pot.

Yes, so, you put the pot right here.

Then you put all the things into it and you just mix.

And you keep mixing until you're sure it'll turn out nice and flaky.

Then you roll it out. Then into the pan it goes.

Then in go the apples. And a little more crust on top.

Then into the oven. And the next thing you know you're eating apple pie.

Wait a minute. What about all those things you mixed in the pot?

Ha, no two women ever mix exactly the same things.

That's every woman's secret. You don't think I'm going to tell mine.

- Well no, but... - What do you hear from the folks at home, Mr. MacDougal?

Writing regularly?

Oh, yes, yes.

- I suppose you miss New York, too. - I certainly do.

Yes, it's just killing us. We've never been so completely out of touch with things.

I know just how you feel. Every time I come across a hometown newspaper

I grab it like a long-lost brother.

You don't mean to say you find time to read the papers, Frank?

Oh, just the headlines.

Well, tell us just a little news about New York.

Darling, Frank has only ten minutes.

Oh, just a crumb. I'm starving.

Well, the last paper I saw had a lot of news about the big conference.

Churchill, Roosevelt, Stalin.

Oh yeah, how is the conference going? How are the boys getting along?

Ah, that's politics. You said politics is out.

Well, that's not really politics.

Politics is just something to scrap about, a difference of opinion.

There's no argument about the kind of world we all want when this is over.

No, but we don't stand much chance of getting it.

Well, I don't say it'll be easy

but the same allied team that won a war as tough as this one oughta be able to

win the right peace if they tackle it with the same teamwork.

Well, you have to have teamwork to win a war.

But comes the peace and boys relax and it starts all over again.

What does?

The same old business, every nation out for itself.

Getting ready for the next war, grinding all the same old axes.

Suppose, Mr. MacDougal, just once

everybody said, "Let's lay all our axes on the table. That goes for us, too.

"And these are the rules. No grinding in the dark.

"Or at least no grinding that's going to cost anybody's freedom

"or bring poverty to anybody or lead us into another war."

Don't you think that might work?

Oh yeah, sure, sure.

Holy smoke! I'm late. Yeah, sure.

Do you mind if I run, Mrs. Wharton?

- Of course not. - Sorry you have to go, Frank.

Very nice of you to have me over.

Well, I enjoyed it. Please come again.

I certainly will. Thanks.

The pie was sensational.

Bye.

- Nice boy. - Frank's all right.

He just memorized some stuff somebody else wrote.

That subtle dose of poison.

Look out for your allies. A better world, yeah. But don't cooperate too far.

Great Jehoshaphat! This hanging back. This suspicion of your allies.

It's the road to death and destruction.

Do many of the boys feel like Frank does in this camp?

No, as a matter of fact the morale is terrific.

The lectures on our allies and why we're fighting are great.

We're getting an army that can think as well as fight.

Well then, why the alarm?

Just one whiff of that poison when I come across it drives me nutty.

You know Kennedy oughta be going to town on this Big Three meeting.

Well, I could send for the last issues of the paper.

No, no, if I take one look at that paper, I'm sunk.

Remember we said no paper.

I know we did, dear, but you just said...

I'm crazy. It's none of my business.

I got business of my own. And it's positively murder.

What's the matter, darling?

This course. It's tougher than I thought.

Another quiz today?

And what do you thing I got?

Eighty-nine.

Just enough to pass. Never more, never less.

It's nerve wracking. You know I'd almost rather flunk once in a while.

Never.

My best doesn't seem to do it.

Lately I've been asking myself questions.

What is this?

Are you ever going to be any good to the army?

Shouldn't you have stayed with the paper?

Didn't you go rushing off to war like a schoolboy?

What did you get on that quiz, dear? Eighty-nine?

Polly, I've never said this to anyone, not even to myself.

There's a chance I'll never graduate.

Ah, I don't believe it.

'Cause I don't care what you say, I think you're the smartest, handsomest

blue-eyedest hunk of soldier in this whole army.

You're blind as a bat.

The whole world should be blind like me.

- Oh! - Now what?

I can just see it in every newspaper in the country. "Max Wharton, bright young

"editor of The Bulletin heaved out of the army on his whats-it, incompetent moron."

That'll be just fine for the paper.

Max, stop seeing headlines. Why don't you relax for 15 minutes?

Go on, now, you just pass out. I'll get you a pillow.

I'll clean up the dinner things and be as quiet as a mouse.

I haven't seen you for five days. Fine thing.

Well, I require very little. Just looking at you once in a while.

Polly, would you still love me if I didn't graduate?

Oh no, I've got my heart set on a second lieutenant.

You better see he turns out to be you.

Now shut up.

One drop of that poison is murder.

Now look what you made me do.

Doesn't matter how little of it there is. If you have a chance to fight it

- you oughta fight it. Right? - Naturally.

Well listen, fellow stopped me yesterday, he's on the camp paper.

He wanted to run something on me, he said I could write it myself.

I turned him down. Wasn't that passing up a chance?

If I write about myself, I write about what I believe in.

My autobiography, up to the minute.

If you feel like it, it's wonderful.

No, wait a minute. I write this blast for the camp paper, and then some smart guy

just one smart guy, picks in a word or a phrase.

He writes an answer. A question about it. They print that.

Then where am I? I gotta reply. It's endless. Meanwhile when am I studying?

Haven't I got troubles enough?

Isn't that just what I said I wouldn't do? No, no, no, that's out.

I'm not sure, dear, but I think it was your idea.

Well, it was no good.

But isn't that up to me whether I get dragged into a controversy or not?

Isn't it up to me?

Suppose I write it and forget it. Absolutely forget it.

Well, fine dear, if you can.

Sure I can. Why can't I?

Max, I'm on your side.

- Where's the typewriter, darling? - Good, we've decided.

Polly, you won't let me get into trouble?

You'll help me see it's this one half-hour, no more, won't you?

Darling, if I have to chloroform you.

I'll just leave everything the way it is and go into the bedroom.

Will you get that, honey?

Hello.

Yes, this is Mrs. Wharton. Who's calling?

Who is it?

Long distance.

- Gow! - Oh, no!

That's all I need to go stark staring mad.

I'm sure it isn't Gow, dear. You go on with your work.

Yes, hello.

Oh, hello.

Hello, Polly. This is Robert.

Listen, I've got to get in touch with Max.

Well, I'm just fine Joel. How are you?

Joel Nixon, Hollywood.

Yes, Joel.

Hello, Polly. This is Robert Gow.

Where do you get that Joel stuff?

Listen, I said it's very important I get in touch with Max.

Oh no, no we'll have none of that, Joel.

I made it my position quite clear the last time we spoke.

And you remember what I told you.

Joel!

Max is there.

Don't lie to me, Polly. I'm desperate. Ouch!

Let me talk to him.

What a fantastic notion, just what are you so desperate about, Joel?

Read the paper, that's all. Read it.

Read what's coming out of that half-pint brain of Kennedy's about the Big Three meeting.

I want Max to pitch in and decide what's best to do. Ouch!

No, I'm sorry. We went all over the reasons once.

Well, I do, and they're more important now than they were a month ago.

So, you'll just have to take care of it the best way you know by yourself.

You heard me. Goodbye, Joel.

Now Polly, listen to me.

I'm giving you fair warn...

Can you imagine, go back there and do a silly rewrite on the script.

Then sit around while they're shooting it. The man must be mad.

Is he really in trouble?

Oh no, that's just how he is when everything's going all right.

You have to be firm with Joel.

I'm sorry, dear. I'll be quiet, now.

You're nice. Incidentally, you bake a whale of an apple pie.

Oh that.

Oh, darn.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wharton. May I have the tin I brought the pie in?

Oh, oh you mean that little...

This guy Wharton packs a wallop.

- I had that, sorry. - Sorry yourself.

Say look here, you oughta see my pots and pans.

Why, you're Paula Wharton.

Yes, that's right.

Yes, of course, everybody knows you're down here.

- Your husband's at camp. - Yes.

- So is my son-in-law. - Colonel Foley.

Colonel Foley? The commanding officer?

- Your son-in-law? - Yes, of course.

- Oh, well how do you do? - How do you do, my dear?

He doesn't have to worry about graduating, does he?

No. Oh my dear, my daughter is just crazy to meet you.

Well, I'm just crazy to meet her.

Why don't you call on us sometime?

- Could we? - Could you?

Say, look here, now, we're going to divide this.

- Oh no, my dear, I couldn't dream of it. - Of course we are.

There's a war on. There's one for you, and one for me.

Come in, come in.

Sir, Officer Candidate Wharton, Max W., reports as ordered.

At ease. How are you getting along?

- Oh fine, sir. - Good.

Wharton I understand that your wife is down here with you.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Foley and her mother happen to be great admirers of your wife.

They're coming for me in a little while, and we thought we'd drop around

and pay you both a call.

- That would be fine, sir. - That's all.

"Maybe we could call today," she says.

And I said, "Any time at all. The sooner, the better."

The Colonel, too?

Oh no, no, I guess not. That'd be too much. But Mrs. Foley.

So if you hear any noise, girls, just peak out and you'll see Mrs. Foley.

- No extra charge, no addition to your rent. - So long.

That could replace the conga.

Robert Gow.

No, Nixon.

Joel Nixon.

You bull-head. I told you not to come down here.

How about a nice little "Hello"?

- Oh Robert, you fool. - When will Max be here?

He may not be here for days.

Robert, this isn't going to gain a thing, this coming down here. Now I warned you...

Hello.

- Oh hello, Max. - Let me speak to him.

Polly, guess who's coming to call on us.

The Foleys.

How did you know? Who told you?

I didn't know. Imagine guessing a thing like that?

- The Foleys. Angel, how did you ever get them? - I must speak to him.

Listen, the Colonel, too.

Yeah, the Colonel.

They'll be right there. I'll be right home, darling.

Get all ready, darling.

Formal, informal, or costume ball.

All right, darling. Oh, Max.

- You better stop off someplace and get some... - I must speak to him.

Soda and ginger ale, and some scotch and some bourbon and some rye.

Yes, dear, you better get all three. They might be awful thirsty.

Okay, darling, I'll do what I can.

Bye, darling.

Robert, if Max comes through that door and sees your ugly face, that'll be the end.

Now, I want you to get out of here, right away.

I'll see you later, tonight. We'll talk things over.

Go on. What's that?

Latest issues of a little paper called The Bulletin.

That paper isn't allowed in this house.

That's what I thought. It's high time it was.

I want you to read Mr. Ed Kennedy on the latest world events.

I'll do nothing of the sort. I've got to get dressed.

And I'd thank you to get out of here, Robert, and take those papers with you.

Not until you've read this latest editorial.

It'll take you two minutes. Read it. Read Mr. Kennedy on the greatest issue of the day.

The bright new world.

Read a lot of words without one spark of courage or heart in them.

And why? Because Mr. Kennedy has no convictions in himself.

He's not a living man, feeling history in his bones.

He's a mechanical writing hack. And that's what Max left me instead of a brain.

What's that?

That's the one that doesn't mean anything.

Well, does that sound like The Bulletin or any other paper on the street.

Go on, tell me. But I'll tell you first.

- The old Bulletin doesn't exist. - What do you expect Max to do?

I want Max to look at that and tell me now

what's most important? Playing soldier or keeping that paper alive?

Robert, why do you think Max won't have the paper around the house?

Because he doesn't care? It's because this job down here is killing him.

He's worried stiff.

One second for an outside interest and he's sunk.

Of course, I'm in great shape?

Come here, I'll give you an idea of what he has to go through.

Here, Theory of Flight. This'll do. "Resultant.

"The resultant of two vectors is defined as the single vector which will produce

"the same effect upon a body as is produced by the

"joint action of the two vectors."

- What's a vector? - How do I know?

And that's simply nothing. He has to learn everything in the whole book.

Gee, that's a terrible thing to put a man through. Does Stinson know about this?

That's the army manual. What do you think they train on? McGuffey's Reader?

And I'll tell you something else. This is scientific.

Did you know that after 21 years old, you don't absorb a thing?

- What do you do with it? - With what?

Your brain, or your nerve, or whatever it is that makes you earn a fortune a picture

and makes Max a great editor. Nobody ever did that before they were 21.

All right, Robert, all right. Maybe it's no good to absorb.

I don't know. I'm just telling you that Max is down here competing with 20-year-olds.

He's 39. He's hanging on by his eyebrows.

Now go on, get out of here.

Then his chances of passing this thing are slight. Is that right?

- So what? - So, let him stop this nonsense right now.

Let him get a discharge and go back to work.

You know, for a millionaire, you're not very bright, Robert.

You oughta know Max better than that.

He wouldn't even consider it.

What am I supposed to do, wait until he flunks out?

If he does, and I hope he doesn't

that's fine. And I just wait on that chance. How long?

I don't know. A month, six weeks.

I'm telling you right now, that's too long.

And I'm telling you something, Robert.

If Max ever feels that he flunked out because you interfered

he'll never forgive you as long as he lives.

And that'll be the end of you, and of him, and the paper forever.

So, go ahead, don't be intelligent about it.

Don't deal with the situation the way it exists. Just

go on and wreck everything.

All right. Then there's only one intelligent thing I can do.

- What's that? - I got a good offer for the paper.

Effective any minute I care to pick up the phone.

You wouldn't sell it.

I'm just as sentimental as you are but not stupid.

That paper is going downhill a mile a minute.

What would you do if you had two million bucks of your money tied up in it?

Sit back on the chance of Max coming back?

Or exercise good business judgment and get out while the getting is good?

Max will die. If he hears a word of this, he'll...

There he comes.

Now listen, not a word about anything, Robert.

If there's a hope in there somewhere, it's in your keeping your mouth shut.

- But I... - You just dropped in.

The paper is doing fine. You're perfectly happy.

Oh, gosh.

Here.

- Darling! - Hello, honey.

Darling, look who dropped in on us.

Max, Max, it's your old friend Gow.

Look how happy he is.

- Hello, Max. - Not a care in the world.

What's he want? What's he doing down here?

He just dropped in to look at some property.

- Some property named Max? - Now, my dear boy.

- What's in that briefcase? - For Heaven's sake.

Just a few letters and a contract for the property.

He never has anything in his briefcase. But he's Robert Drexel Gow.

People expect him to carry it. Look. Nothing in it at all.

He just dropped in to say hello.

- Hello. - He said "Hello" right at me.

If he's in a hurry to get away, we don't want to keep him.

But darling, it's great us having a high-class character like Robert Drexel Gow

just sitting around. It'll knock the Foleys for a loop.

Yeah, not bad.

Hello, Robert. How are you?

Gee whiz, I'm overwhelmed.

- Did you get everything, angel? - Yeah, I got some cigars, too.

Oh, good.

- They'll be here any minute. - Yes, and I want to change.

Now, Robert, you behave yourself.

Oh Polly, I didn't tell you about the Foleys.

No, how did it happen? I'm dying to know.

Will someone please tell me who the dickens is Foley.

He's just the commanding officer of the whole field, that's all. Colonel Foley.

Do you have to polish your own shoes?

And press my pants, and sew on my buttons. Anything wrong?

- Max loves it. - I love it.

Well, love makes the world go round.

That's the way I feel about the newspaper business.

Oh, speaking of the newspaper business...

Which nobody was, Robert.

Kennedy sends his regards.

Kennedy's doing beautifully, Max.

I knew he would if you'd just give him a chance.

You never liked him.

I still don't. He eats too loud.

Don't eat with him. Sit down, relax.

Oh!

Honey, they're here. Hurry up, baby.

Wow, what's this? A night at the opera?

You relax. And don't forget to act the way they write about you in the papers.

Not the way they write about you in your own paper.

They don't want to see a big natural homespun millionaire.

They wanna see a millionaire that's got class.

- The cigars. - The cigars.

He's leaning on the car, talking.

Well, get him in here. I'm tired of relaxing.

Shh! I can't order a colonel in here if he isn't ready to come in.

- Twenty-sixty? - Yes!

Two houses down.

- Thank you so much. - Thank you.

How did I get curved into this?

Shut up, Gow.

Well, here goes.

- How do you do, Colonel? - How do you do, Wharton?

- Mrs. Foley? - No, Mrs. Gates. How do you do?

- Mrs. Foley's mother. This is Mrs. Foley. - How do you do?

I'm so glad you could come. Won't you come in?

- Thank you. - This is thrilling.

Ah, here we are, Mrs. Wharton. As good as my word.

- Darling, this is Mrs. Gates. - Oh, we know each other.

Old pot-cleaning acquaintances.

- My daughter, Mrs. Foley. - Oh Mrs. Wharton, this is wonderful.

- Darling, this is Colonel Foley. - Colonel, how nice of you.

- Somehow I... - I'm sure we've...

- Oh! - Oh, of course.

Darling, I didn't know...

- Yes, indeed. - Ah!

Pet, you never told me.

One doesn't tell his wife everything you know, pet.

I am Robert Drexel Gow.

Oh yes, our old friend Robert Gow.

- Mrs. Gates. - How do you do?

- Well, I never thought I'd meet you. Are you leaving? - I am not.

- Mrs. Foley, Mr. Gow. - Robert Drexel Gow.

And Colonel Gates, eh... Colonel Foley, I must be mad.

I'm glad to know you, my friend.

- Colonel Foley. - I know he's a colonel.

I don't know how you folks feel but I'm tired standing.

Well, sit down, sit down, Mrs. Gates.

- Whoops! - Mother!

There's something under here.

Oh darling, it's all right, Max.

- It's my knitting. - Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh no, I've been hoping somebody would come along and sit on it.

It's curling at the edges. Please flatten it out for me.

Well if you say so. I'm quite a flattener.

- Sit down, Robert. - Any more flattening you want done?

- No Robert, just sit down. - Mind if I sit next to your wife, Colonel?

- Mrs. Foley's my wife. - She's my daughter.

I thought you two were sisters.

Would you like a cigarette?

Thank you.

Thank you, Wharton.

Darling, Mrs. Foley's...

Dear.

- Well, we've got that done. - Yes.

Well now, what would you like to drink? Robert, you get the ice and ginger ale.

- Me? - Yes, Robert. Right up there.

Would you like bourbon and ginger ale? Scotch and soda?

- Oh, what would you like? - Well eh...

Robert!

Mrs. Wharton, I just think I will have to pinch myself.

Well, you just go right ahead.

I told the Colonel driving over here, I said, "Pet

"let's drive the carefullest we've ever driven because I could not possibly stand it if

"anything were to happen now, when I'm just about to meet Paula Wharton."

And all that time, you didn't tell me that you...

- Yes, Polly, where did you meet? - Stop prying, Wharton.

I don't think there's anybody but you hasn't written home

that Paula Wharton is down here.

- Robert! - It's stuck.

Here, I'll help.

You need a hammer and chisel. You got a hammer and chisel?

No I haven't got a hammer and chisel.

I can usually handle these things.

Pardon me, just a moment.

Now, if you'll all just step back.

Colonel, you rang the bell.

In the old days, all you needed was an ice pick and a hunk of ice.

Now you've got to be a blooming safecracker.

We just don't use it often enough, that's all.

You know, I think I can do it with this all right.

Excuse me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, oh, oh.

Just a moment, I think we'd better take a few things out again.

Ooh, strawberries!

Ooh, hmmm, ooh!

Let me try something, here.

All you need is just a little common sense.

- Quite right, sir. - Everything back, please.

Here you are.

I tell you, Robert, we'll all have bourbon and ginger ale.

- That'll make it simpler for you. - Thank you.

Come on now, let's all get settled again.

You've just come back from Hollywood, haven't you Mrs. Wharton?

Yes, that's right.

You've been adapting a new book for the screen, I read.

- Yes. - They can't get along without her out there.

The producer keeps phoning her the whole time.

Who's phoning?

Nixon.

Joel Nixon?

Yes, Joel Nixon.

Mrs. Wharton, what's that Charles Boyer like?

Oh, he's terribly nice.

Really? Oh, I'm so glad to know that.

- Why? Did you hear anything different? - Oh heavens, no.

I like him so much, I want to be sure I'm not wasting my time on the wrong man.

What I'd like to know is

do the actresses have their babies in between the pictures?

Or do they make the pictures in between the babies?

- Heads up. - Oh, Robert!

Saved me a couple of trips.

I'm so sorry.

Robert, get some more ice cubes.

I put them in the glasses. They've all got some.

Well then, fill up the tray for the next time.

I thought I was catering only for this party. You mean I may begin to look ahead?

- Yes, Robert. - There's no water here.

Where's the water?

You have to get the water out of the...

Excuse me. The bathroom.

Excuse me while I powder my ice cubes.

Isn't he amusing.

There you are, Mrs. Gates.

Now, there's something I want to ask the Colonel.

Do all men, when they're graduated from here, get sent to Crocker Field, Arkansas?

I don't think you should ask the Colonel that, Polly.

Why, they get sent all over, don't they, pet?

That's right. They usually...

Of course, there's way of knowing until they get their orders the day they graduate.

I think Polly was just curious.

He's he doing, General?

- Pardon me? - I mean Colonel.

You think Max is going to pass?

I understand old dogs like him don't learn much in school down here.

In fact, over 21 you just don't absorb anything.

- Is that true, pet? - Oh, nonsense.

Where did you get a fantastic notion like that, Robert?

It's scientific. Polly was telling me.

Oh, that couple that was here before we were, Max. You know that young girl?

That's what she said. I was just telling Robert. It's the silliest thing I ever heard.

I should think so, because in Mr. Wharton's case, being so awfully clever.

The whole camp's talking about the thing you wrote.

Max wrote something?

It was nothing, Robert. Nothing at all.

Just a little sketch on his life for the camp paper.

Oh, Mrs. Wharton, you're far too modest, it was wonderful.

In fact, it's about the best thing on the war I ever read.

He wrote something on the war?

Now don't get any silly notions, Robert. We...

Don't go in for politics down here.

- Didn't you think it was wonderful, pet? - Yes, pretty strong.

Oh strong, hey?

In fact I'd make it a point to tell you, Wharton

that little piece of yours went on to Washington.

Washington?

Now, isn't that nice?

You mean you sent it on, Colonel?

No, they asked for it.

Well, how did they hear about it?

Oh, they hear about everything.

You don't think they could object to it, do you?

Well, after all, if it was a little strong.

I don't try to outguess Washington, Wharton.

No, sir.

Pet, you can say more without saying anything.

Yes, sir, when Max goes strong, there isn't a better man in the country.

Of course, he sounds off, now and then. Causes a little embarrassment.

I remember he was writing a series of articles for...

I don't think the Colonel would be interested, Robert.

Well pet, that's us.

I don't intend to budge a step until I hear Mrs. Wharton make one of her famous remarks.

Well good, which one would you like.

What I wonder is, Mrs. Wharton, would you autograph your book?

Of course.

Lovely.

- Your cap, sir. - Oh, thank you.

Has Secretary Simpson been around lately, Colonel?

No, he hasn't.

How many men have you got down here, Colonel?

Quite a few.

That's good.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Wharton. This has been wonderful.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Foley. - Simply wonderful.

Goodbye.

You must come often.

We will. Goodbye.

- You hour's about up, Wharton. - Yes, sir. I'll start back to the field in one minute, sir.

- Goodbye, Colonel. - Goodbye, Mrs. Wharton, thank you.

What I want to know is where did you and Mrs. Wharton...

You meddlesome baboon. What are you trying to do? Get me thrown out of here?

Well, what did I do?

Trying to find out what my report card's gonna read.

Waiting around like some dirty ambulance chaser to pick me up if I don't pass.

Making me out a doddering idiot and then steaming the

Colonel on this Washington business.

Polly, what do you think that means?

Why Washington? Oh, I've got a horrible feeling.

Oh, Max.

I shouldn't have done it. They sent me here to study. Not to run the world.

You heard what he called it. "Strong."

They're gonna heave me out of here, I know it.

Well, what's so tragic about that?

Sure, anything's all right that gets me heaved out of here.

That's all you're meddling about.

I don't have to meddle. The Army is telling you right now

-"Sorry, but you're 40 and it's showing." - Oh, stop it.

You have no more a chance at becoming second lieutenant than I have.

- That's what you're praying for. - I'll bet you 2 to 1 on it.

- Max, you take that bet. - You're just down here

engaged in a willful piece of self-indulgence at the expense of...

Darling, you're going to be late. He'll get ten demerits for this.

- Bye, darling. - Goodbye, dear.

Where did you meet Colonel Foley?

For heaven's sake, he caught me with my negligee on.

- Negligee? - Max, go on. You're late.

You and the Colonel?

So, you were going to blab about the paper, weren't you? After what I told you.

After what you saw in this room. After this Washington bombshell.

How come if he's up to his neck in work

he can find time to write documents for some one-horse newspaper?

Never mind about that.

I told you, if Max can ever say it was Gow's fault I didn't get through

it was that threat to sell the paper

if Max can ever say that, you and he are through.

What I want to know is how come he can find time to write...

- Oh, for heaven's sake he didn't. - Well did he write it or not?

Well, yes.

A situation came up. He grabbed a frantic half hour to do it in.

Robert, either this Washington thing gets him thrown out

or it comes to the same thing, he'll worry about it and flunk out.

Isn't that enough for you? You're practically certain to have him back in six weeks.

I've got to have him before that.

Didn't you hear anything I said? How can you have him before that?

By getting an editorial from Max. One every week until he gets out of here.

I want a frantic half hour of Max's time once a week.

And you call Max willful.

When it comes to stuff like you're hiding there

hitting the street day after day for the next two months

yes, I'm plenty willful and you ought to be, too.

Where's my briefcase? Somebody has got to tell Max something.

Either you do, and get that weekly editorial

or I will and get his signature on this deed.

Max is an officer in the corporation.

He's got to sign this if the paper is going to be sold.

Good heavens, Polly. Max in no child.

This is a much bigger situation than he wrote for down here.

Of course, I don't want you to get him alarmed, but hint to him about Kennedy.

Well, I you've got to have your editorials, Robert, I guess you've got to have them.

You mean you'll tell him?

Now we're getting somewhere. Polly, I've got to have that stuff quick.

And I've got to have some time, Robert.

- After all, I may not see him for a few days. - A few days, that's all.

- But I've got to have it. - The quicker you get out, the quicker I start thinking.

There's a north-bound plane at 6 o'clock.

But Polly, suppose Max doesn't flunk out of here in six weeks

and they send him 10,000 miles away. Then where am I?

I might as well just sell the paper now.

Everything in the world is against his getting through.

What do you want, my personal guarantee?

All right. Shoot the stuff along to me, baby.

- Goodbye, Polly. - Goodbye, Robert. And one thing.

- I'll handle this. You keep strictly out. - Sure, I'll be waiting.

Give my love to Max.

Lights out.

Mrs. Dumbrowski, how sweet of you.

- I'd ask you in... - No, you go ahead and work. You're having a hard time.

Toughest job of writing I ever did in my life. I'm on my umptieth version.

- How'd you know? - We've heard the typewriter for two nights.

I'm sorry.

We don't mind. Go right ahead. Only you ought to get sleep.

- I'll make a note of that. You're an angel. - Don't mention it.

Max, darling, what a surprise. How long can you stay?

Just long enough to press my pants.

- What are you doing? - Joel Nixon finally caught up with me.

I'm making some changes in the script.

He's been on the phone like a maniac from Hollywood.

- You really been working. Look at the place. - Working against time, Max.

You know. The picture is shooting now.

Go on, sweetheart, take off your pants. I'll get the board ready.

You don't look as if you've slept...

Sure I have. As much as I need, honest. Go on.

- Honey, that's too bad. - I like work. You know that. I thrive on it.

Take your shoes off, too, darling, I'll brush them off for you.

You're gonna get awfully sick of me

if all I do around here is press pants and shine shoes.

Oh, sure. Don't forget your tooth, angel.

- What? - I said your tooth. Is it in your mouth or your pocket?

If it's in your pocket I just don't want you to keep on ironing it

like you did last time.

Gosh, the way you talk about my false tooth.

People get awfully careless married. You just say any old thing.

A false tooth is no disgrace.

And I don't tell people.

Nice and restful here without Gow, isn't it?

Darn nerve tester.

I'd like to see his face if I finish top of the class.

Max, don't tell me you're taking anything Robert said seriously.

- No, no, no. - Well, then what? You're little eyes look so sad.

It's this quiz we have coming up tomorrow and I was just running it over in my mind.

What quiz, darling? Couldn't I help?

No. It's reviewing a lot of stuff. It's this paper they gave me.

Ten questions. They pick out five at random and spiel it out.

Why don't you let me iron and you study?

No, I'm faster at this, darling.

Well, then I can be asking the questions while you're ironing.

Polly, please hang the questions.

All right, dear.

Well, I'm still here.

Nothing from Washington yet.

That's the main worry, isn't it Max?

That and everything else.

Gow's probably right. I don't think I'm gonna make it, Polly.

- You need a little sleep, yourself. - It's no good, darling.

What they say, over 21, makes a lot of sense. I'm outclassed.

- Max, you sound like you want to quit. - Well, what should it be?

Another month of useless punishment

or the same month back in my old line where I'm good.

There will be music to face if I flunk. Why not face it now?

Hello. Yes.

Well I...

Hello?

Tomorrow, Joel. It goes off tomorrow.

Tomorrow Joel?

There's a lot to say for quitting now. Gow would meet me with a band.

But you wouldn't be feeling so chipper about it, would you?

In fact, you'd be taking a pretty bad licking inside, wouldn't you Max?

And that's your genius, angel, never knowing when you're licked.

Certainly never saying you are.

No.

Flunking out after giving the best you have, there's some self-respect in that.

But quitting in the middle, that's a licking.

Where's that paper?

Let me see.

Darling, define polyconic projection.

It's no good, darling. I've told myself all that. But I know I'm too old.

Old? Max!

That over 21 business is a lie.

Like the one about "You can't teach an old dog new tricks."

The fellows who spout lies like that don't think the world ought to change, either.

It's too old a dog. Well, you show them. Come on, now.

Define polyconic projection.

Holler it so loud that even Gow can hear it.

Oh, come on!

Polyconic projection is a projection of the earth's surface

on a series of right, circular cones

tangent to the earth on prescribed standard parallels

and with their apices on an extension of the earth's polar axis.

Angel, that's it! You got it!

It's only the first one. I don't know the others.

Max, don't stand there and tell me you don't know a simple thing like question 2.

What is resection?

Resection is a method of determining an unknown location

by sighting from the unknown location...

by sighting from the unknown location...

Max, remember that lady you told me about who used to give you piano lessons?

Who?

- Mrs. Pointer? - Uh-huh.

Oh! On two known points

and after making proper corrections

plotting the reciprocal of the azimuth obtained.

You see, stubborn. You knew it all the time. You just couldn't think.

It's no good kidding, Polly.

You either know it or you don't. That's what you get graded on.

Not how you play 20 questions with your wife.

Darling, with reminders like this, you can learn it.

I'm more likely to say that each point on her reciprocal piano corresponds to

Mrs. Pointer teaching me the Pixie Drill.

Ah. I haven't heard you play that in years.

- All right, what is a rhumb line? - A rhumb line is...

Wait a minute. What's the date on that paper?

July 5th.

That's last week's paper.

Oh, no!

Last week's paper and I don't even know it.

And I've already passed it. You see what I mean?

Where's this week's paper?

- All right, let's go. - Polly, it's no good.

Max, we've gotten this far. Please, let's graduate.

You're indestructible.

You just say that 'cause you know my people have got money.

what is a spinner?

Uh...

Well, anybody knows what that is, I should think.

Come on, let's hear it. What is a spinner?

- I don't know. - Yes you do know, Max.

Polly, I know when I'm licked. Give it up.

Did Mrs. Marshall and Mrs. Eisenhower give it up?

Leave me alone, Polly.

Oh Max, please.

Look, a spinner is a fairing.

Darling, a spinner is a fairing.

A spinner...

A spinner is a fairing

- of approximately conical - of approximately conical

- or paraboloidal shape - or paraboloidal shape

- which is fitted coaxially - which is fitted coaxially

- with the propeller - with the propeller

- and revolves - and revolves

- with the propeller. - with the propeller.

That's right.

Now, question 2.

Define camber. Explain its relation to the use of landing flaps.

The world and apple pie.

Kennedy, get in here and read an editorial by a man who knows how to write on.

Get in here!

The world and apple pie.

Is it really all right, Robert?

Just like the old Max. Kiss him for me, honey, And keep the stuff coming.

Yes Robert. Keep 'em coming.

Bye, Robert.

He's still taking his final exams.

We won't know till tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow is the day.

You know his chances as well as I do. Why do you ask me that every time you call?

You know he hasn't got a prayer.

Yes, I will Robert. The minute I know.

Please let Max graduate.

Or no...

Maybe you better flunk him out.

That is, if you can do it without breaking his heart.

Or, if you could pass Max

and still not let Robert sell the pap...

Or maybe...

Oh, I don't know.

Just do the best you can.

I really don't know.

I'm a lieutenant! Gee fellows, I'm a lieutenant!

Two-seventy-one.

Yippee, second lieutenant!

Polly?

Polly?

- Mrs. Wharton went out an hour ago. - Where?

She said for a walk. Anywhere where she wouldn't hear any news.

Why the silly... I graduated.

Well, that's marvelous. You mean the names are already posted?

Number 271. That's me.

Congratulations!

Joel Nixon.

Max, I wouldn't recognize you. How are you?

How am I? I'm a second lieutenant. I graduated five minutes ago.

- That's simply marvelous. Congratulations. - Thanks.

What a time, finding this place.

It's a humble dwelling, but a scene of triumph.

In there, my friend, a plain little woman cooked and scrubbed and skimped

and deprived herself of the necessities to give her boy an education.

- And who would that be? - Polly.

- Is she home? - She'll be back in a minute.

And at the same time, she was pouring over her typewriter

night after night to save the scalp of Joel Nixon.

- To save what? - Brother, how she worked on that stuff.

- What stuff? - The copy. The scenes.

Take it easy, Max. What scenes?

The picture, silly. The one you're producing.

- The one shooting right now. - You mean Polly's picture?

Joel, what's the matter with you? What other pictures would I know about?

That picture has been postponed for two months.

- The script's in trouble... - Who says so? It's perfect. It always was.

Then why drive Polly crazy with desperate phone calls?

I haven't spoken to Polly since she left Hollywood.

- Cut it out. - Not once!

Wait a minute. You are Joel Nixon.

- Don't be a darn fool. - You did come all the way from Hollywood to see Polly.

I brought an idea I thought she might be interested in working on.

I knew she wouldn't come back to Hollywood to talk about it

and it couldn't be discussed over the phone.

You swear you never called her once.

Are we back to that again?

You say she was working?

- Like a dog. She never even slept. - It's simple.

She's got a new book in her head. She always works hard when she writes.

Not like that. Besides, there was that phone.

Wait a minute.

It's hard to believe but...

I know how to prove it. Joel, I've gotta run into town.

You don't mind if I use your cab.

What about Polly? Aren't you going to wait?

You know, I just remembered she won't be back till tomorrow.

- But you said... - You're stating in town, aren't you Joel?

- Yes. - Let's ride in together. I can drop you off.

Why not come around for the graduation in the morning.

Then you and Polly can have all the talk you want.

- Mrs. Wharton, your husband was looking for you. - Thanks.

He graduated.

Mrs. Wharton, is anything wrong?

He was 270 something. He was so proud. Isn't it wonderful?

- It certainly is. - Your telephone is ringing, Mrs. Wharton.

I think I'll just let it ring.

- Nobody answers on the Wharton call, Mr. Gow. - Keep trying.

- Ring her every 15 minutes. Keep trying. - Yes, Mr. Gow

Put Mr. Gow on, please.

Max graduated, Robert.

Yes, you heard me. He's Second Lieutenant Max Wharton.

Must you do that right away?

Well, I tell you what I expect:

I expect you to act like a man with some feeling

I expect you to let Max enjoy a triumph like this

not come rushing down here waving a paper

that says his child's been sold from under him.

Saying that's what you get for serving your country

and going through tortures to do it.

I don't know but

if you could just wait a little while.

Not a long time.

Polly?

Max, darling.

My wonder boy!

I'm so darn happy.

It's dark in here, isn't it? I was lying down and the phone rang.

Of all people, Gow. He was curious.

And did I tell him. 270 in a class of 300.

My Max smarter than 30 other fellows.

- 271, darling. - All right, 29 fellows.

Robert was very happy, dear. He may come down for graduation.

It wouldn't matter having that old stinkweed around now, would it?

You want to know something, Polly?

I'll get it.

It's Joel Nixon, I'm sure.

Hello?

Oh, it's for you.

Hello? Yes.

Okay, I'll be right over.

Colonel Foley wants to see me.

I love you, Polly.

About that piece you wrote for camp paper, Wharton.

Washington has made up its mind. They like it.

They do, sir?

We'd like you to speak for the graduating class.

Could you prepare your speech tonight?

- Yes, sir. - That'll be all.

Mr. Gow!

Robert.

- How do you do, Mr. Gow? - How do you do?

- How do you do, Mr. Gow? - How do you do?

You couldn't wait, could you? Couldn't let Max have his little day of triumph?

Had to come flying down here like an old crow.

Very impressive.

Robert, that bill of sale you want Max to sign, I'll get it done for you.

I don't want you to see him or talk to him.

And I will well and faithfully discharge

- The duties of this office - The duties of this office

- Upon which I'm about to enter - Upon which I'm about to enter

- So help me, God. - So help me, God.

He'll hate you. After breaking his back writing those editorials.

Second Lieutenant Max Wharton.

Robert, please, go back home. I'll have the paper in New York tomorrow, signed.

Lieutenant Wharton will now respond for the graduating class.

To be asked to address this class is a great honor.

There are many things I've wanted to say since coming here.

Important things

about the job we're doing

and the bigger job yet to do.

Robert, please.

I've looked for ways to say all that.

Then, just yesterday, I came across something written

that said it more simply and far better than I could ever hope to.

And I decided instead of a speech of my own

I would read this to you.

It has a rather curious title.

"The World and Apple Pie.

"What has apple pie got to do with the world?

You go about making them in exactly the same way.

"For instance, apple pie.

"You just put a lot of things in a little pot and mix.

The right ingredients in a little pot.

"Down to the last pinch of flour and the last grain of salt

"because what comes out of the oven can never be any better

"than the things that went into the mixing.

"That's the rule to remember. It's very simple."

The editorial.

"And the world? Well, that's in the making right now, isn't it?

"If you want it to turn out right, just remember the rule:

"Whatever goes into the making, no matter how small

"will show up in the end.

"Joe Adams found that out. A young reporter I knew.

"Joe's world looked perfect.

"'My dish, ' he said.

"But some pretty foul things were cooking in it.

"Like the murder of a far-off country called Manchuria

"and of another called Ethiopia

"and the victory at Munich of a certain maniac.

"Just little things happening thousands of miles away.

"What did they have to do with Joe's world?

"Why, everything!

"Because Manchuria, Ethiopia and Munich

"were his world, too.

"Whether he knew it or not.

"And those little crimes were cooking in it.

"And I'll tell you what they had to do with Joe.

"They caught up with him.

"And they killed him.

"And Joe is buried now in an island in the Pacific.

"You see, Joe died to tell us you can't beat the rules.

"The right things have to go into the making.

"Remember, if the smallest ingredient is wrong

"you will find it in the final result.

"Or, no, it will find you.

"So what is it you're dreaming of for the future?

"Is it happiness you want?

"Then start by making certain of happiness for the two billion other souls

"on this planet. And prosperity?

"Then mix in prosperity for every other human being alive.

"Don't overlook the farthest corner of the earth

"and the humblest man living in it.

"Lasting peace and a life of spirit for yourself and your children

"Is that what you want?

"Then add those same things for two billion others

"of every kind and creed.

"And finally, add this, too.

"Add the Sermon on the Mount as the rule of life.

"And add your voice and your means and your strength

"until there is mercy and justice for the humblest man on earth.

"Or, otherwise

"when the final story of your life is told

"like Joe's

"you will have had none of these things yourself."

Wasn't it just wonderful?

Mrs. Wharton, where are you going?

- Polly? - Here we are. How are you, Lieutenant?

- Polly? - She's not here.

- Where is she? - How should I know?

- Well you were right with her. - Didn't she come down on the field?

- No. - What's happened to her?

All I know is she was sitting right in back of me.

I turn around, all of the sudden she was gone.

- She disappeared. - Well, where?

I haven't the slightest idea, but she's too big a girl to get lost.

And now, Lieutenant Wharton, I've got something to take up with you.

Whatever it is, and I can imagine, I'm gonna find Polly first.

- Now, just a minute. - You heard me, old bullhead.

- Polly! - Hurray. She's found.

- Hello, Polly. - Darling, where were you?

- Taking a long walk. - Walk?

This is the nuttiest family I've ever seen.

Oh, Max, there's nobody like you.

Nobody in this whole, entire gorgeous, stinking world.

- I agree, darling. - He agrees.

Max, how did you find out?

Who do you think I bumped into around here yesterday?

Your old friend, Joel Nixon.

- How are you, Polly? - Now listen, Max.

You've got to sign this, I'm selling the paper.

- You don't say. - Yes, darling. That's why I did it.

It was a great speech I made today, wasn't it, Polly?

His own editorial is great, he says.

Beautifully expressed, he announced before 10,000 people.

Why don't you let someone else say so?

- Okay, go ahead. You say so. - All right, I'll say so. I'll also say sign this.

Why sign it? Why not keep the fella that wrote that editorial?

- You mean you'll quit the Army? - No.

I mean Polly. She wrote it.

You're crazy. You didn't, did you Polly?

It's true, Robert. The first time I saw it was yesterday, at the public library.

She did it all, right here, with her own little brains.

Joel Nixon interrupting 20 times a day.

Who, me?

Hello, Joel. Sit down. Right under your nose, you chowder head.

Greatest hunk of editorial brains in the country.

Go on! Make her an offer. Before I wire the truth to every paper in New York.

Polly.

My dear Mrs. Wharton.

You mean go back to New York?

Oh no. I'm staying with Max until he ships out of the country

so just forget it, boys.

Darling, there's a home front job to do.

- You were just born to do this one. - Oh no.

Polly, you darn fool. This answer came straight from heaven.

- Policemen, these men are following me. - Hello, Polly, remember me?

- Polly, listen. - Oh, ha ha.

Hello, can we come in?

Hello.

Where did you rush off to, Mrs. Wharton?

Oh, it was just something she'd written.

Come in and sit down.

I'll just be a second.

Lieutenant Wharton will have to be at the station in half an hour.

A half hour? Where's max going?

- Wouldn't you like to know? - The colonel picked up his orders.

You thought I wasn't paying attention that day when you talked to me about it here.

I guess I can take a hint.

You want to go to Crocker Field, Arkansas?

That's where you're going.

Crocker Field?

- It wasn't the easiest thing in the world to fix. - Indeed, it wasn't.

I don't know what to say, sir.

- Thank you very much. - Just wonderful of you.

Not at all. We're on our way. Good luck.

- Thank you, sir. - Some day when the war is over, we must get together.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs. Wharton. It was wonderful knowing you. And write lots of books.

- I will. - And we'll certainly try hard to read them.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye, sir. - Goodbye.

Crocker.

- That's awful. - What's awful? What happened?

What's going on? What's all this Crocker about?

Don't ask me. I'm not even here.

Will somebody please tell me what's going on?

Crocker Field, Robert, is for men only. Wives never go.

Wives never go? You don't say.

Listen, Max, you got graduated today, not divorced.

You mean not even the great Paula Wharton could go to Crocker?

That's what the Army thinks.

Polly, listen. There's no hotel. You'd have to find a room.

- I'll pitch a tent. - Darling, it's 20 miles away.

I'd never get to see you. You're not going. I won't let you.

That means Polly goes back to New York with me. Is that right?

- Max. - Darling, be a brave kid. I've only got half an hour

-to catch my train. - Oh, yes, that's right. I can be ready in a minute.

- Ready for what? - I'm gonna ride with you all the way to Crocker.

- You can't. - Of course I can. I'm all packed.

Polly, I must have an answer.

Polly, we don't know if we can get a ticket.

You mean one of those silly little pieces of paper, ah.

Well don't stand around boys, there's baggage.

Who's got a car? There's somebody's taxi out here Whose is it?

- Mine. - All right. Then get this stuff moving.

- Polly, can I have just one word? - I'm glad you came, Joel.

- Grab those two things right there, will you? - Now, just a minute.

Pick up the duffle bag, Robert, and stop yammering. Here, take this.

- Give me my briefcase. - Here's your briefcase.

Hurry up. My wife and I are going on a trip.

Here's your hat, Robert.

- Is this bungalow 2016? - Yes it is. Would you step aside, miss?

There you are. All clear now, boys.

- Polly, I... - Move along, Robert.

You're the new tenant. Come right on in.

You'll have to excuse me, though. I'm in a terrible hurry.

- You're Paula Wharton. - Yes, I am. You're absolutely right.

You'll love it here. This is the nicest bungalow in the whole court.

Of course, the roof leaks a little. And there's no shower, and there are moths.

But if you put a few ants in the cupboard, it'll keep the salt...

Oh, the other way around, I mean.

And there's water in the kitchen sink, but you get so you like it like that.

Let's see if there's anyth... Oh yes. This window is kind of tricky.

You just don't open it. You kind of have to...

Oh!

That's the general idea, only you're not supposed to go through the floor.

- What the...? - Polly, can I have just one word after coming...

It was nice seeing you again, Joel. Goodbye.

- Polly, please... - Just send the trunks on to New York, will you?

Polly, you mean you'll take the job?

- Well, what do you think, you big friendly stinkweed? - So long, Robert.

Polly, what do I call you in the future?

- Sir or ma'am? - Just call her boss.

Okay, boss.