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♪ You make me feel so young ♪

♪ You make me feel ♪

♪ As though spring has sprung ♪

♪ And every time I see you grin ♪

♪ I'm such a happy individual ♪

♪ You make me feel so young
as a bird in the springtime ♪

♪ You make me feel
there are songs to be sung ♪

♪ Bells to be rung ♪

♪ And a wonderful
thing to be done ♪

♪ You make me feel
so just like a kid again ♪

♪ Like I did
when spring had just begun ♪

♪ And even when
I'm old and gray ♪

♪ I'm gonna feel
the way I do today ♪

♪ 'Cause you
make me feel so gay ♪

♪ So gay, so young ♪♪

Get a load of the boss,
will you?

What a patron of the arts.
Shh!

Mr. Louis Mckinley's car!
Mr. Louis Mckinley's car!

Grandpa!
Grandpa!
Ah, good evening, Alice.

Gee, Mr. Hodges,
you were swell.
Thank you, my boy.

Why didn't you tell us
you were gonna play a solo?

When you stood up
with that big orchestra,
it gave me goose pimples.

Really? Well, it's nice
of you to say so.
All that applause!

Very gratifying.
What'd the maestro
think?

He seemed impressed.

Funny. He didn't look
so happy to me, the way
he kept looking around.

Oh, why should
he have been happy?
Grandpa stole the show.

With nothing but
a little old piccolo too.

Do you want to drive home
with us, grandpa?
No, thank you.

Oh, come on, grandpa.
We won't be doing anything
except a little necking.

Maybe you could pick up
a few pointers.

Young man, it may interest you
to know that when I retired
from that field some years ago,

necking became a lost art.

Good night.
Good night.

What a guy.

Now I understand why grandma
used to have that awfully
pleased look on her face.

Yeah, maybe,
but times have changed.

It takes more than that
to make a go of marriage today.

Like for instance?
Like dough,
for instance, you dope.

Yes, I know.
You have a theory--

it's not a theory.
It's facts. I pointed out--

all right, Joe. All right.
So we don't get married.

Not until I'm
in a financial condition
to support a wife.

How? In a comfortable
wheelchair?
Sure, if it takes that long.

I could keep my job.
Lots of girls do.

My dear girl,
as I've pointed out before,

this world happens to be run
on certain economic principles.

But, Joe--
until a man can take care
of his own wife,

how can he possibly succeed
in the broader world
of finance?

"World of finance!"
Who cares about that?

I want to get married.
Can't you understand that?

M-a-r-r-i-e-d.

Just the same,
we're not getting married...

Until I'm assistant head
of the personnel department.

Oh, you--
you economic pig head!
Good night!

Hey, where are you goin'?
Anywhere you're not!

- All right.
- Go ahead. Walk!

See if I care.

You know I'm right about
not getting married now,
don't you, grandpa?

Young man,
kindly do not address me by that
loathsome word "grandpa."

I'm am not your paternal
ancestor, and judging from
Alice's remarks last night,

I am not likely to be
anytime soon,

even by indirection.

However, my boy,
if you want my candid opinion,

I don't believe the biological
urge of which you both appear
to be suffering so acutely...

Gives a hoot whether
you're assistant head
of personnel or not.

Morning, dick, my boy.

Good morning, John.

Hodges, John R.

Walters, Robert H.

No! Oh, no!

By the eternal, no!

Grandpa, you're late!

Yes.

What kept you, dad?
Business.

Well, for goodness' sake,
it's about time.

Come on, everybody.
I don't want to be out
in that kitchen all night.

You're usually
the first one home, grandpa.
Whatcha been doing?

Playing the piccolo someplace?

I had to see the shop foreman.

I was fired today.
You, fired?

Retired, I think they call it.

What for?
What've ya done?
Nothing, Della.

It seems it's the policy
of the company not to employ
people over 65.

Oh, grandpa,
I'm sorry.
Thank you, my dear.

How do you like that?
Fired just because you're 65.

Hey, you're really 65, grandpa?

My, how time flies.

Boy, has this been
a wonderful day.

First I get pains
in the stomach.

When I get home, I find
my father's been fired.

Well, eat your soup
before it gets cold.

- I don't feel like soup!
- What's wrong with it?

Not enough salt?
Not enough salt.
Not enough anything.

If it rains tomorrow,
I'll go nuts.
Who said anything about rain?

That's all we need now--
for it to rain and for me
to catch pneumonia.

How can you get pneumonia?
You haven't even got a cold.

Pneumonia happens to be
an occupational disease
with sign painters.

You stand on a ladder,
painting names on store windows.

It starts raining, you get wet.

Along comes a breeze--

There. See what I mean?
Pneumonia.

Pneumonia! Just because
you sneeze once or--

what's wrong with you?
Cramps?

Or don't you like
my soup either?

I assure you my action
has nothing to do with
the quality of your food.

I'm just not hungry.
So if you'll excuse me--

look, if certain people
around here don't like
the way I cook,

just let them say so.

After all,
I would like to remind you that
I was not raised to be a cook.

I happen to be a singer,
in case you've forgotten.

Before I married your son,
I never even had my hands
in dishwater.

Mother, nobody's talking
about your cooking.

No, but they're
thinking about it.

The first thing you know,
somebody will remind me
that I came from Brooklyn.

But first I would like
to remind them...

That some of the finest
people in the world
have come from Brooklyn.

Yes, and while
we're on the subject,
I would like to say...

That there is no telling
how far I might have gone...

If I hadn't thrown away
my career for the--

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Now look what's happened.

Poor grandpa.

It's a wonder I have
any appetite left.

First grandpa gets
fired, then you sneeze,
then the piccolo.

All we need around here
is a great big, shiny
pipe organ.

♪ Born to be kissed ♪

♪ I can't resist ♪

♪ You are temptation ♪

♪ And I am yours ♪♪

Oh, good morning, grandpa.

Good morning, Della.
Whatcha doin'
up so early?

I thought you'd
sleep till 10:00.
I'm not sleepy.

Take my advice.
Sleep when you can.

You want some coffee?
Yes. Thanks.

Only do me a favor, grandpa.
Don't sleep too late.

Yours is the first room I clean.

I assure you, Della,
I have no intention
of sleeping late.

Thanks.
Say, by the way,

what are you gonna do
with yourself all day
now that you're 65?

I don't know.

Oh, go to the movies, I suppose.

There's a swell
double bill at the rialto.

Or maybe you could go up to
the park and play checkers
with those other old men.

What's so bad about that?

Personally,
when I think of the drudgery
I go through day by day,

I can't wait
to get to be your age...

So I can live out
my life with dignity.

Dignity can be a very
empty feeling, Della.

Yeah, well,
you can get used to it,
like me with the cooking.

Hey, I just thought
of somethin'.

With you not workin',
you won't be bringin'
any money in.

I'm afraid not.

Well, if you'll pardon
my saying so, grandpa,

that's gonna be quite a blow.

Financially speaking,
I mean.
I expect so.

Yeah, especially
with the way prices
are going up these days.

Yesterday I went in
to buy a soup bone--

just a common,
ordinary soup bone.

"Seventy-eight cents," he says.

"Seventy-eight cents,"
I says to him. "You used to
throw 'em in for nothin'."

"Not no more," he says.
"Seventy-eight cents."

That'll give you
a faint idea. Soup bones!
Seventy-eight cents!

So what happened then?
"So what happened"?

So she picked up my hat
and threw it at me.

Hit ya?
Right in the mouth.

"Get out of the house,"
she yelled.

"I got enough to do
without you gettin'
in my way all the time."

Twenty years ago,
I'd have thrown her out
of the window for that.

I'm a Hungarian.

"Consolidated motors."
"Consolidated motors"?

What's consolidated motors
got to do with it?
That's what I'd like to know.

This is a public park--
never mind!
Don't answer.

I'll find out myself.

Now, this is the course I'd
like you to follow in all cases.

We'll put the letter
on the automatic typewriter.
Leave the last paragraph--

young man, what has
consolidated motors got to do
with acme printing services?

Grandpa, what
are you doing here?
Never mind. Look at this.

It says I've been fired
because it's the policy
of consolidated motors...

And its subsidiaries
not to hire men over 65.

I want to know what
in thunder consolidated
motors has to do with it.

Search me. Hey, Erickson,
this is my girl's grandfather,
Mr. Hodges.

He'd like to know
what consolidated motors
has to do...

With our 65-year-old
retirement rule.

It's really very simple,
Mr. Hodges. If you'll just
step this way for a moment.

Now, we of the
acme printing services...

Are a subsidiary of the
bessamer publishing services,

whose stock is owned
by the Simpson iron foundry,

which recently merged
with the McCullough
nut and bolt company,

whose parent organization
is united hardware,

the director
to which is interlocked
with rutherton steel,

a subsidiary
of consolidated motors.

Does that answer your question?
Yes, but it seems
a little complicated.

Big business.
If you'll excuse me--
just a moment, young man.

Do you suppose if I went
to consolidated motors,

I might get them to change
such an absurd policy?

Why, Mr. Hodges,
you don't mean you'd
seriously consider...

Going to consolidated motors
about such a policy?

I'd seriously consider going
to the north pole by dogsled
in the heart of winter...

If I thought
I could get my job back.

Well, I certainly
wouldn't advise a trip
to consolidated motors.

Even if you got an appointment,
which is very unlikely,

I don't see how
consolidated motors could change
its whole employment policy,

involving several
hundred thousand people,
just to please you.

Now wait a minute, Erickson.

Maybe you could just write
a letter to the president
of consolidated motors.

Tell him how you feel--
what's his name?

Whose name?
The president
of consolidated motors.

I don't know.
Uh, Sloan, stone--

do you know,
Mr. Erickson?
No, but I'll find out.

Mr. Benson, who's president
of consolidated motors?

The president of what?
The president
of consolidated motors.

- You got me. Why?
- Never mind.

I'll call
Mr. Gallagher's office.

Mr. Gallagher's vice president
in charge of personnel.

Yeah?
Pardon me, Mr. Gallagher.
Erickson speaking.

Do you happen to know
who's president
of consolidated motors?

Used to be Knudsen. No,
he was president of--
anyhow, I'm busy.

Yes, Mr. Gallagher.
Thank you, sir.

Mr. Gallagher
doesn't know either.

Amazing.
Absolutely amazing.

Here's one of the most
important men in America,

a veritable giant of industry,

one of the powers
behind the producing genius
that is America,

a man whose decisions
affect millions of people,

yet nobody even knows his name.

Fairliss.
That's it-- fairliss.
He's president of U.S. steel.

Oh.
Thank you, gentlemen.
You've been a great help.

Good day.

Here it is.
I found it.

Consolidated motors. Look.
Harold P. Cleveland, president.

Congratulations, miss.
Whether you're aware of it
or not,

you have just solved
one of the great mysteries
of the age.

Listen to him.
Since 11:00 this morning,
it's been like this.

It means he's thinking.

He don't have to think
on the piccolo, does he?

Oh, good morning,
Mr. Mckinley.
Good morning, Harriet.

Bring in your book
and the mail.
Yes, Mr. Mckinley.

So what have we got for today?

11:00 appointment with
Mr. Gallagher of personnel,

1:00 luncheon
with a representative of
the Blakewell paper company.

I'd like some coffee, dear.
Yes, Mr. Mckinley.

Then there's your tailor,
the barber, the man about
those shirts you ordered.

And don't forget your pills.
What the devil is this?

I don't know, sir.
I didn't have time
to open it.

Yes, Mr. Mckinley.
Listen, Gallagher.

I just got a letter from
the executive secretary of
consolidated motors...

Advising me
that Harold P. Cleveland
will be in town Tuesday.

Will I please show him
every possible courtesy?

What the devil
is this all about?
I don't know. Beats me.

Get Herbert in New York.
If you don't mind,
I don't like it.

What the devil does
the president of consolidated
motors want to come here for?

Maybe he's just
passing through.
Okay.

But I wish you'd please
tell me what the devil
this is all about.

Have we ever heard
of this bird before?
Not that I recall.

Hello, Mr. Herbert?
Just a moment.
Mr. Mckinley calling.

Hello, Herbert? Listen.
I just got a letter saying
the president of consolidated...

Is coming up here
to inspect my plant next week.

I'd like to know why
all of a sudden is consolidated
fishing around my place?

Well, maybe it is
just a goodwill tour,
but I don't like goodwill tours.

So do me a favor.
Get ahold of whoever you can...

And find out if there's been
a change in consolidated motors'
policy toward its subsidiaries.

Maybe they've decided
to quit printing,
make more cars or something.

Okay. Call me back.

I want every executive
in the conference room at 10:30.

And cancel Gallagher.
Yes, Mr. Mckinley.

Make three copies of this
as soon as you can.
Yes, Mr. Mckinley.

Listen, gentlemen, the president
of consolidated motors...

Is coming here next Tuesday
to inspect our plant personally.

I don't mind telling you,
I don't like big shots sticking
their noses in my business.

How do we know they haven't
decided to convert this place
into an assembly line?

And remember,
you fellas are in this
just as deep as I am.

Your very jobs
may depend upon it.

Our only hope is
to make a good impression.

I'd like to see some drawn looks
on your faces, as if you'd been
working overtime for months.

And I'd like to see
this place really humming.

Gallagher, how about
that trouble we've been having
with the bookbinders local?

We've got at least a month
before any action will be taken.
Never mind how much time.

I'd like to strike
a note of accord in time
for the inspection,

give an impression
of a factory full
of happy employees.

What do they want?
Another restroom
on the second floor.

Okay. Get it
installed immediately.

I'm not letting our relations
with consolidated be disrupted
over some bookbinder's comfort.

Harriet, who's head
of the program committee
at the chamber of commerce?

Arnold Willoughby.
I want to talk to him
on the phone.

Then get my wife, dear.

What does he look like?
Great guns!
Don't you know?

I never saw him in my life.
Well, of all
the idiotic things!

A big man like
Mr. Cleveland, a man who--

the president
of consolidated motors.

Ah, Mr. Mckinley,
what a pleasant surprise
to find you here.

I hadn't anticipated
such a welcome.
You're-- you're--

Cleveland.
Harold P. Cleveland.

Well, how do you do,
Mr. Cleveland? This is
indeed a great honor.

Thank you.
May I present
my associates?

Oh, I recognize Mr. Saltonstall
and Mr. Gallagher too.

A pleasure to see you,
gentlemen.
How did you know?

I make it a practice
to familiarize myself with all
my associates and employees.

Shall we go?
Yes, of course.
My car's outside.

Take Mr. Cleveland's
briefcase.
Oh, no, thank you.

I can manage myself.

Any special department
you'd like to inspect?

We'll start with
the handpress department
and the composing room.

Afterwards, I'd like
a word with your executives.

I've already issued orders
for all our executives to place
themselves at your disposal.

Splendid.
Mr. Cleveland,
may I ask,

is there any special
significance to your visit?

Special significance?
Not at all.

It's only a routine
inspection tour.

That about covers it,
Mr. Cleveland,

unless you'd be interested
in inspecting
our personnel department.

I think I've seen
all that's necessary.

Here we are, Mr. Cleveland.
This is our conference room.

What's the matter?
Well, I'll be a--

do you know who that was?
Sure. The president
of consolidated motors.

The president
of consolidated motors,
my hind foot!

That was John Hodges.
Who?

John Hodges of our
handpress department,
my girl's grandfather.

Your girl's what?
Grandfather. Didn't you
see him wink at me?

Certainly not.
What are you talking about?
About John Hodges.

The old guy who asked us
the name of the president
of consolidated motors.

Yes, but what about him?
That's him in there.

Only everybody
thinks he's the president
of consolidated motors.

Really, Elliott,
you ought to see a doctor
or something.

Why in the world
would an important man
like Mr. Mckinley...

Be wasting his time
with somebody from his own
handpress department?

Sometimes, Elliott,
you're a very stupid man.

Gentlemen, I'll tell you why
I wanted to visit your plant.

As a young man,
I had great admiration
for the art of printing.

I still have that feeling,
but in all frankness
I must tell you...

That I've been keenly
disappointed with what
I've seen here today.

Well, you've got
this place running like
an automobile factory,

and that's downright foolish.

Not one single white-haired man
did I see on the job.

Where, I ask myself--
where are those men?

Those artisans.
Yes, those artists...

Whose love of their craft
has been handed down
from generation to generation.

Got that, Harriet?
Yes, sir.

Now, I know it's the policy
of consolidated motors...

Not to hire people
65 years of age or over.

Perhaps the labor technique
of putting an automobile
together requires youth.

But for the life of me,
I don't see how
such an asinine policy--

and I use the word
"asinine" advisedly--

can apply
to the art of printing.

My suggestion is that you forget
about the age requirements
of our assembly lines...

And bring back
the experienced craftsmen who
honor your trade immediately.

Harriet, take a memo
to all our executives.

"As of today,
our employment policy
is no longer governed...

"By the 65-year age level.

"All employees
who have been retired
for that reason...

"Are to be notified
immediately that
their jobs are open,

provided they wish
to return to work."

Thank you, gentlemen.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a train to catch.

But, Mr. Cleveland,
you can't leave just yet.

I've arranged
a luncheon in your honor
at the chamber of commerce.

What?
And I've taken the Liberty
of engaging a suite for you.

And my wife is expecting you
for dinner tonight.

I'd never live it down
if you didn't show up.

Well, in that case,
why not?
Thank you, Mr. Cleveland.

This way, please.
Pardon me,
Mr. Cleveland.

Wouldn't you like me
to send you a copy
of your speech?

Thank you, young lady.
I don't think it's necessary.

I'm sure my suggestions
are going to be carried out.
Oh, yes, indeed.

Well, Mr. Cleveland,
I want you to know I think
your speech was grand.

I felt real honored
just to hear it.

Oh, no, my dear.
It's I who've been honored.

Good day.

Is he still in there?

Who?
John hod--
I mean, Mr. Cleveland.

Yes, he's speaking now.
Wait a minute. You can't go in.
Only members--

but I gotta find out--
but you can't!

Today I hear a great deal
of talk in this country about
the dangers of inflation,

which may lead
to another economic depression.

In a society as complicated
and delicate as ours,

we must leave no stone unturned
in our search for stability.

And in these old and expert
men of 65 and over,
come back.

There is a great fund
of stability.

I confess there are
moments, gentlemen,

when I regard mass production
and its subsequent benefits of
a higher standard of living...

As a two-edged sword.

What are we sacrificing in this
frantic chase for comfort?

Well, for one thing,
we're sacrificing...

Those simple
dignities of life...

Which have helped make ours
the greatest productive nation
on earth.

And I think that
security and comforts
are wonderful things.

I'm all for social security.

But in all our quests
for this security,

let us not lose sight
of those things which have made
this a great nation.

Let us not forget
that our economic strength...

Depends basically on one thing:

Individual initiative.

We here in America have
a great tradition to uphold--

a tradition of hard work;

a tradition of opportunity;

a tradition that every man
may go just as far
up the ladder of success...

As he individually
is capable of going;

a tradition that no one
in government, in industry,
anywhere,

can tell him what he can do
and what he can't do,

when he can work
and when he can't.

In all earnestness,
I tell you, gentlemen,

that just so long
as our workers...

Can go to their jobs...

With the same fervor
and self-respect...

That they go to their wives...

Will we be able to fight off
the threats of inflation...

And avoid the pitfalls
of depression.

I thank you.

Mr. Cleveland,
may I have your autograph?

Oh, delighted.
Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm not permitted
to sign autographs.
Company policy.

Congratulations,
Mr. Cleveland.
Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, it's about time.
Oh, it's you.
Where is he?

Where is who?
Mr. Hodges,
your grandfather.

Out. Why?
Look at this.

"C.M. Prexy says human dignity
will beat inflation."

What's that got to do with us?

Look at it.
Look at it good.
Whose picture is that?

Says he's prexy of C.M.,
whatever that means.

That's what it says,
but it's him--
Mr. Hodges, your old man.

Dad? Ah, you're crazy.

Look, I'm not blind.
My eyes are good enough
for the air corps.

I'm telling you, that's
Mr. Hodges. I saw him
today with my own eyes.

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Joe.
Sit down and stop
being ridiculous.

What in the world
would grandpa be doing at
a chamber of commerce luncheon?

Just look at the picture.
That's all I ask.

That could be
a picture of anybody.

As far as I can see,
the only resemblance is
they both got whiskers.

Not even the same color.
But I'm telling you,
he winked at me.

Joe, look at me.
Look me in the eye.
Have you been drinking?

Drinking? I?

I who think of nothing
but success 24 hours a day,
drinking?

Well, I like that.
I'll tell you one thing.

I'm gonna get cockeyed
tonight if somebody doesn't
start believing me.

Oh, boy!
What a house this is.

First we get a piccolo player,
then we get a fellow
who sneezes just once,

and all of a sudden
he's in a hospital
for an occupational disease.

And now we got a lunatic
on our hands who starts
seein' things in newspapers.

By George,
this Cleveland makes sense.

I'm gonna save this.
I want dad to read it.

Read it?
He said it!

Joe, please.
So you think I'm drunk?

Well, what else am I to think
when you come bursting in here
screaming that grandpa...

Is president
of consolidated motors?

Okay. Okay, I'm a liar.
I'm drunk. I don't know
what I'm saying.

But I'm telling you,
I saw him today
and he winked at me.

Good evening, everybody.
There's good news tonight.

This afternoon,
Harold P. Cleveland, president
of consolidated motors,

offered a confused world the
best recipe to beat inflation
and continue prosperity...

That this commentator has heard.

Yes, sir.
Winked at me.

Have you already
mixed the Martinis?
Yes, madam.

My husband
likes them very dry.
I understand, madam.

He also likes them served
immediately after he comes in.

Yes, madam.
That may be he now.

Shall I go and see,
madam?
Please.

Willie.
Huh?

Turn that thing off.
Okay.

Good evening.
Good evening.

Whom shall I say
is calling, sir?
Me.

Mr. Mckinley.
I live here.

I beg your pardon, sir.
You'll find Mrs. Mckinley
in the drawing room.

New Butler. I tell you,
the servant problem--
yes, I know.

I've been having trouble
with my cook lately too.

Lucille,
this is Mr. Cleveland.
Mr. Cleveland, my wife.

How do you do,
Mr. Cleveland?
It was nice of you to come.

Thank you. It was nice
of you to have me.

Come on, meet him,
but do me a favor
just for tonight.

Spare us your
political philosophy.
Okay, okay.

Mr. Cleveland,
this is our son Willie.

Good evening,
young man.
Hello, Mr. Cleveland.

Hey, we were studying
economics the other day,
and I saw a picture of you.

You don't look
a thing like--
Willie.

Yes, sir.

My husband likes Martinis, but
if you prefer something else--

not at all.
My favorite beverage.
Are these dry?

Yes, Louis. Very dry.
Four to one, sir.

Here's to
consolidated motors.
Thank you.

If you don't mind,
I'd rather drink
to a lovely lady.

Thank you.

I'll take the tray.
Yes, sir.

What class are you in,
young man?
Tenth.

On the football team?
Well, kind of.

Kind of? Oh, so that's
the way it is.

I used to be
a bench sitter myself.

How about a little refill,
Mr. Cleveland?
A wee modicum, perhaps.

I thought we'd have
dinner at home tonight,
just family style.

After that, if you like,
I thought we three might
run out to the country club.

The country club?
I'd like you to see it.
It's brand-new and not half bad.

Most of my executives belong.
Got a great little golf course.
What do you say?

I'd be delighted.
That is, if Mrs. Mckinley--
oh, I'd like it very much.

Very much indeed.

By Jove, I want to dance.
I haven't danced
in 25 years at least,

and suddenly I want to dance.

May I have
this dance?
Of course.

Do you mind?
Not at all.
Go right ahead.

What kind of barbaric
music is this?
It's the rumba.

For one moment,
I had the wild illusion
it was the bunny hug.

Let's get out of here.
Why? We just got here.

Look. Mr. Mckinley.
Mr. Mckin--

Well, you two
must enjoy dancing.

Your wife happens to be
a very beautiful dancer,
Mr. Mckinley.

Yeah? Well, for myself,
I think it's a waste of time.

If you don't mind,
I'll run along.
Perhaps we all--

oh, no. You two stay here
and enjoy yourselves.

I'll send the car back.
Oh, don't bother.
We'll get a taxi.

No bother. My driver's
used to waiting.
I'd prefer a taxi, Louis.

Okay. Good night, Mr. Cleveland.

Good night, and thank you
for a wonderful evening.

Glad you liked it.
We'll have to do this again.
I'd like that very much.

Before you go,
there's just one thought
I'd like to leave with you--

just a bit of my
personal philosophy.

I like a man who works
and works hard,
but that's not enough.

A man ought to play
and play hard too.

I have an idea that
you don't play enough,
Mr. Mckinley.

That's very sound advice,
Mr. Cleveland. I'll take care
of that in the future.

Good night.
Good night.

Do you mind if we get out here?

It's only a little way,
but I can't bear
to go in yet.

Pull up here. We'll walk
the rest of the way.

Just wait for me, please.

You think I'm silly, don't you?

On the contrary, I think
it was a charming idea.

You'll never know how much
this evening has meant to me.

You don't go dancing
often, I take it.

I never go dancing.

Do you and...
Your wife?

My wife died 25 years ago.

Oh. That's why
you said you hadn't danced
in 25 years at least.

I haven't done much
of anything since then,
except work.

You loved her
very much, of course?

Of course.

People don't love each other
like that anymore.

No. Life's become
too complicated.

Young men these days
are afraid to marry...

Until they can offer
their wives all the frills
of security and comfort.

I don't think it was
that way with us.

I loved my wife.

I loved my work.

Life somehow just went on
with a sort of simple grace.

Are you leaving tomorrow?

Unfortunately,
very early tomorrow.

I'm sorry. I--
I don't know what's
the matter with me.

But I've been
so happy tonight--

so really happy.

It's been so long.
Good night.

Good night.

Listen, don't give me that
"he wanted to talk business"
routine.

Every time I want to talk
business, you're too busy.

But it's true, Mr. Mckinley.
As a rule, I never mix
business and pleasure.

I only thought Mr. Gallagher
and I could take some office
burdens off your shoulders.

Office burdens?
Well, that's a new one.

And another thing, since when
do you have to dress up like
that for a business conference?

Okay. Tell Gallagher
I'll take up this matter
with him in the morning.

Good night.

You two must have
closed up the joint.

By George, you're
really a good-looking
woman, Lucille.

And did he go for you!

Couldn't take his eyes off you.

What did you do after I left?

Louis, I want a divorce.

What?

Do you love me, Louis?

What the devil has that
got to do with it?

Answer me. Do you?

Well, how do you like that?

She meets a guy one night,
and right away she starts
yapping about do I love her?

What's the matter?
Isn't my money good enough
for you anymore?

Haven't I supported you
in the style to which
you're accustomed?

And your whole family
too, for 20 years.

You don't understand.
You've never understood.

Oh, yes, I do.
I understand, all right.

It's you that's cockeyed.
But you're not gonna
get away with it.

You might as well get
any tomfool ideas about
divorce out of your head.

Please, let's don't
argue about it.

We've been married 20 years.

Sounds kind of silly
to be talking this way
after 20 years, doesn't it?

I'm sorry it's
turned out so badly,
but I've been so miserable.

Not so fast. I want to know
what happened tonight.

I told you, nothing happened.
Don't give me that.
What happened?

It's just that tonight,
for the first time in years,

I've known what it's like
to be admired and respected,

to be treated the way
a woman wants to be treated.

I know you think it's silly,
but it's true.

Just once more
before I turn the corner,

I want to know what love is.

Well, that's just great.
That's just wonderful.

You know a man 20 minutes,
and it's love in bloom.

Oh, I realize I'll probably
never see him again,

but I can go on
the rest of my life...

Just dreaming about tonight.

Well, how do you like that?

We've been married 20 years,
and now you're in love!

Ooh, that looks nice.
Only $20 down.

Yeah, but with the present
credit system in this
country, controls and all--

Joe, we're talking
about a bedroom suite.

My, my!
Up so late?

The prexy of C.M.!

So I'm crazy, am I?
I'm drunk? Look at him.
Grandpa, your beard!

- Dad!
- Mr. Hodges, before you say
a word, do me a favor--

I'll handle this.
Dad, what have you
done to yourself?

You stay out of this!
I want to get this matter
settled first.

Once and for all, are you
or are you not the president
of consolidated motors?

My boy, you've
no idea what I am.

There. There! You see?
I told you so, but nobody'd
believe me! Oh, no!

But why, grandpa?
Why did you do it?
I wanted my job back.

And just for that,
you pretend you're president
of consolidated motors?

I didn't count on its getting
so involved, Della.

I thought I'd just establish
a new hiring policy
and then come home.

You didn't count on its
getting so involved?
Boy, that's a good one!

Get a load of this.
Oh, an atrocious picture.

You'd think that with all
the photographers in this town,
one would've gotten me in focus.

I give up.
Honestly, I give up.
My own father!

Pardon me for asking, grandpa,
but what happens tomorrow...

When the real president
of consolidated motors finds out
he made a speech today?

I'm sure I don't know, Della,
but I must say it reads
like a very good speech.

I'll tell you
what's going to happen.

This is what's called
confidence work,
like selling phony stock.

- You can get five years in jail
for this sort of thing.
- Really? So much?

I give them 24 hours
before they put you in jail.

Unless, of course,
you turn yourself in. That way,
they might be more lenient.

I was in a show once
where this fellow pretends
he's somebody else.

Oh, boy, what they did to him!

Holy smoke!
I just thought of something.
That jerk Erickson.

I told him about it, and he's
the sort that'll turn you in...

'Cause he knows he'll probably
get a promotion for it.

Just my luck. He turns you in,
and they make him assistant
head of personnel.

You sure about that?
He'd turn his own mother in
to get that promotion.

Then why don't you turn him in?
Why should that other jerk
get all the credit?

I couldn't do that!
Oh, don't be so noble
all of a sudden.

You want to marry
Alice, don't you?
Well, yes, but--

and you can't or you won't
till you get that promotion.
No, but that's--

no buts about it.
This is your big chance.

I can't do a thing
like that, Mrs. Hodges.

If it weren't for him,
I'd never have known Alice.

Somebody's
gonna turn him in.
Not me.

Grandpa, will you tell
rover boy here...

That he ain't puttin' you
behind the eight ball
if he turns you in.

Joe's of age.
He can make his own decision.

I've already made my decision.

I'm not gonna do it.
Well, for goodness' sake,
why not?

You've all accused me
of being just a man of facts
and figures and economics.

You're wrong. I'm also a man
of heart and blood and soul.

And I'm not gonna do it.
I've got principles.

Joe.

Well, how do you like that?
After all the time he spent
hanging around this house,

all of a sudden
he's got principles.
Good night, all.

You're really
a wonderful person, Joe.

Oh, she was nuts,
even if she is your mother.

In this awful world,
where everybody's cutting
everybody else's throat,

you still have
some decency left.

I'm proud of you, Joe.
You have real dignity.

Yeah?

I love you, Joe.

Come in.

Grandpa, I just made
a wonderful discovery.
Really?

I just realized
that you're a great man.

I guess I'm beginning
to grow up at last, grandpa--
to understand things.

What kind of things, my dear?

Dignity.
That's the word-- dignity.

All of a sudden it came to me,
like a flash of lightning,

that there's nothing
so important as
a person's own dignity.

It's more important
than maintaining
a high standard of living...

Or even being
assistant to the head
of some old department.

And that's what this
was all about, wasn't it?

You were fighting
for your dignity,
the dignity of your work.

And for that,
you were willing to take on
the whole complex world.

I think you're
a wonderful man, grandpa.

Thank you, my dear.
Good night.

Good night.

Egads!

In our time, we have grown
accustomed to the machine age.

Mr. Cleveland's fine speech
has given us a new realization
of honor and humanity,

as well as a truer understanding
of the individual's place
in our American culture.

Our hat is off to Mr. Cleveland.
He is a great American.

Read what that paper there
has to say, Mr. Cleveland?
Not yet.

It says,
"god bless Mr. Cleveland
and consolidated motors.

They restored
our faltering faith."

That sure was some
speech, Mr. Cleveland.

Kind of makes you proud
to be an American.
Yeah.

I've never seen
anything like it.
There must be 10,000!

This isn't even half of 'em.

Listen, Clancy,
of course I'm only head
of public relations.

I suppose it'd be
too much trouble
for anybody to tell me...

When the boss is going
to make a speech.

I didn't know anything
more about it than you did.

He told me he was going
to the ball game yesterday.
What a speech!

Look what's happened
to the market. Open two
points up across the board.

Seen this?

That's cute.
I bet the rest of the industry's
tearing their hair out.

There's something fishy
about all this.

Unless I'm out of my mind,
I was having luncheon with
Mr. Cleveland at 1:00 yesterday.

Oh, take it easy, bill.
That's when he was
makin' his speech.

Well, maybe 1:15, 1:30.
But I know it was yesterday.

Hey, what's the big idea?
Set up a special meeting
in my office at 11:00.

And get my lawyer.

To sum it up, gentlemen,
it appears that
this person's speech...

Has not only caught the public's
fancy and brought this company
a great deal of goodwill,

but it's had a profound
effect on the whole market,

indeed on the whole
business structure of America.

The question now is, what
are we going to do about it?

There's only one thing
we can do:

Categorically deny
the whole thing.

And categorically deny
ourselves $25 million?

Well, if we don't deny it,
somebody else will.
Then where will we be?

You're a lawyer, Joe.
What do you think?

Frankly, it looks to me like
a carefully planned maneuver,

not only to create
a bull market,

but to put consolidated motors
in an awkward spot.

Actually, the speech doesn't
really say anything except
what we've all been saying--

about individual initiative,
keeping our shoulders
to the wheel...

And giving a bunch
of old men some jobs.

I'd say it's the work
of a crackpot.

I disagree.

I've read the speech
a dozen times.

I don't find any
crackpot ideas in it.

I consider it a splendid speech.
I agree with everything it says.

No, Ernest, the thing
that worries me is, why
didn't I make that speech?

What?
You're paid to handle the public
relations of this company.

Here's a fine business talk
that I could have made.

- Why didn't you think of it?
- But, Mr. Cleveland, I-I--

in fact, why didn't I
think of it for myself?

For that matter, why didn't
some of you other gentlemen
think of it for yourselves?

I think Mr. Cleveland
has a point.

For the time being,
at least until we can
make an investigation--

I've already taken steps
to do that.

Then I move
we just sit tight.
I second the motion.

All in favor?
Aye.

I know I don't have to caution
anyone here that this is
a matter of utmost secrecy.

Good day.

Uh, hey, Frank.
Yeah?

You remember
my telling you
yesterday...

About the president
of consolidated motors...

And how it was really
an old guy in our
handpress department?

So?
You haven't told
anybody yet, have you?

Well, hardly.

Well, do me a favor and don't.

It's a long story.
I can't explain. Just take
my word and don't.

Sure.
Thanks.

Well...
See you around.

Hold this, Bess.

Thank you.

Come in.

Well?

Mr. Gallagher,
there's something
going on around here...

That ought to be brought
to Mr. Mckinley's attention
immediately.

What sort of something?
This whole consolidated motors
thing, sir-- it's just a gag.

What whole
consolidated motors thing?

The man that was here inspecting
the plant is not the president
of consolidated motors.

He's a printer
in our handpress department.

What's that
behind your back, Erickson?
Dirty pictures?

Oh, no, sir.
This is the file on him.

The file on who?

On this man who everybody
thinks is the president
of consolidated motors.

The one who made that speech
at the chamber of commerce
yesterday?

Listen,
are you drunk?
Oh, no, sir.

Then what are you driving at?

The man that was here
inspecting the plant
was an impostor.

He pretended to be
Harold P. Cleveland, president
of consolidated motors,

and he's not;
He's John Hodges, a printer.

Listen, Erickson,
if this is a gag
I don't like it.

I know it sounds fantastic--
you're getting to be something
of a screwball. You know that?

Me, sir?

I've got to make a choice
for a new assistant
around here pretty soon,

and you're not giving me
a very good impression.

But it's not a gag, sir,
it's true!
What's true?

The president
of consolidated motors
that was here yesterday...

Was not the real president
of consolidated motors.

The real president
is a man named
Harold P. Cleveland.

The man that was here yesterday
is John Hodges, who works
in our handpress department.

All you do have to do is look
at his picture here in the file.
Never mind the file.

You say the whole world
thinks the man who inspected
our plant yesterday...

Was the president
of consolidated motors?

Yes, sir.
And then he made the speech
at the chamber of commerce.

Mr. Mckinley thinks
he was the president
of consolidated motors.

The chamber of commerce
thinks so, but you don't.

You think he's a printer.
I'm sorry if you refuse
to believe me, Mr. Gallagher.

Don't be silly.
Of course I believe you.

And by the way,
my name isn't Gallagher.

I'm Harry Truman, president
of the United States.

And you're not Erickson,
you're Princess Elizabeth's
baby, Bonnie prince Charlie.

But, Mr. Gallagher--
get outta here!

The next time you come in
with one of your fool stories,
I'll have you locked up!

Now, get out!

Mr. Mckinley in?
Who's calling,
please?

Kleinbaum's the name.
Mr. Rogell.

Mr. Mckinley's in conference.
Perhaps if I could help you.

I hear you had
quite a bit of excitement
around here yesterday.

Excitement?
What kind of excitement?

With Mr. Cleveland, I mean.

Oh, yes. Of course.
Mr. Cleveland.

Did you meet him, miss?
Me? I took dictation
from him.

Yeah? Well, tell your boss
he sent us.

Just a moment.

Mr. Mckinley
will see you now.
Thank you, miss.

How do you feel?
Awful.

Here, take a swallow of this.

You'll be okay.

We've sent for the doctor.
I don't want
a doctor.

And you keep
outta here too!
I was only trying to help.

Of course you understand
this must be handled
with absolute secrecy.

Don't worry.
I'm the guy
that was taken.

Why, if this ever gets out,
they'll laugh me
right out of town.

Don't excite yourself,
Mr. Mckinley.
Why shouldn't I?

My whole life's been disrupted.

First, my wife
wants a divorce.
Now I faint.

All on account of this phony.

Oh, the dirty, low-down crook.

I took him
to my house for dinner.
Wait till I tell my wife.

Oh, boy, will I laugh
right in her face.

Falling for a phony.
We'll take
a look around.

If we find out anything,
we'll let you know.

Meanwhile, you get
any ideas yourself--
live in a palace.

Oh, boy, will I laugh
right in her face. Huh!

I've gotta see Mr. Mckinley.
It's a matter
of life and death.

What's the name?
Mr. Erickson of the
personnel department.

Personnel.
Mr. Gallagher's department?
That's right. Please hurry.

Mr. Mckinley is very busy.
Mr. Mckinley would rather have
things go along as usual, miss.

Mr. Erickson
of the personnel department
to see you, Mr. Mckinley.

Who the devil is Mr. Erickson?

I assure you,
I haven't the faintest idea,
only he says it's urgent.

Oh, he does, does he?

Really, Mr. Mckinley,
I'm only trying to--

okay, okay, send him in!
Why not?
The more the merrier.

Well?

I believe the man who was here
posing as the president
of consolidated motors...

Was really an impostor.

How would you
like to be fired?
Sir?

Listen, you half-wit, if you
breathe another word of what
you just said to a single soul,

I'll have you thrown out of here
on those pencil-striped pants!

I have the man's file!
His picture!
Get out, before I brain you!

Wait a minute!
Give me that file!
Yes, sir.

Mr. Mckinley,
control yourself.
Go fry an egg!

Well!

Oh. Thank you. Don't do
anything until you hear
further from me. Good-bye.

Kleinbaum says the man works
right there in the plant.
The police been notified?

Wait. You want to
break this thing
wide open?

But you can't
let a thief,
a confidence man,

go around professing
to be president
of consolidated motors.

Keep your shirt on.
Nobody suffered
any great damages. In fact--

get a load of this!
Straight from
union headquarters.

"Since Mr. Cleveland
has shown a willingness
to see labor's point of view,

"and since the
united automobile workers are
as eager as Mr. Cleveland...

"To maintain the nation's
economic strength,

"we hereby pledge ourselves
to arbitrate
all current differences...

In the same spirit
of this speech."
How do you like that?

Why, this is the most
ridiculous position
the company's ever been in.

Looks like we're saddled
with that fool's speech.
That's right.

If we deny it now, we'll be
accused of trifling with the
future prosperity of America.

As a matter of fact,
in view of the sharp
market rise,

I'm not sure that those of us
who have bought consolidated
motors stock recently...

Wouldn't end up in jail.

Gentlemen, my advice is
to emulate that estimable
creature of the sea, the clam,

and say absolutely nothing.

I still say there's
something screwy about
a simple little printer...

Pulling a trick like this.

That's possible.
But if so, let's just hope
he gets away with it.

Have my car here at 6:00,
and phone my home and say
I won't be there for dinner.

That's all, gentlemen.

Just wait till you
get a load of--
what the devil is this?

The suitcase I bought
12 years ago...

When we were supposed to
take that trip to Europe.

What's it doing here?
I'm going away.

You got a fool notion like that,
get it out of your head
because I got news for you.

And get a good hold on the bed,
because when you faint I don't
want you banging your head.

What would you say
if I told you we had a phony
to dinner last night?

A what?
A phony.

That bird's no more president of
consolidated motors than I am.
He's a crook, an impostor.

But I'll send him to jail
if it's the last thing I do.
Here's a whole record on him.

Just look for yourself.

Who is he?
A printer.

In my own handpress department.

John Hodges.
How do you like that?

I think it's wonderful.

What?
I said, I think
it's wonderful.

Look, I'm in no mood for jokes.
Now, unpack that suitcase
and come down to dinner.

But I won't be here
for dinner.
I'm leaving.

Now, listen, just because some
$62-a-week printer in my
own factory dances the rumba--

last night he made me
realize just how empty
my life has been.

Stop crying.
You know I can't
stand tears.

Well, at least tell me,
what have I done?

You've killed my life for me.

You've never loved me,
not for one moment.

I'm 40 years old, forty-three!

And I just can't go on
being treated like
a stick of furniture.

I've as much right
to love as anybody,
even if I am 40--

what you said.

Have you really been
so miserable, Lucille?

I'm sorry if I've made life
so unbearable for you.
I didn't know I was doing it.

Well, it's not all
your fault, Louis.

You can't help
being what you are.

But you are what you are,
and I can't stand it
any longer.

Who's going to tell Willie?

I'll tell him.

This is a terrible thing
that we're doing.

I don't like divorce.
I was brought up
not to believe in divorce.

We were married in a church,
and there's something unholy
about a divorce.

I wish you'd weigh
this decision carefully.

Willie.
Hello, mom.
I'm starved.

Yes, dear, I know.
Willie, I have
a shock for you.

But I think you're old enough
and sensitive enough
to understand.

Sure.
What is it?

Your father and I,
we're-- we're separating.

We're getting a divorce!

Divorce?

Is it a very big shock
to you, dear?
Is it a shock?

Boy, is that some question.
Of course it's a shock.
Naturally it's a shock.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to shock you.

But I thought it would be better
if I came straight out
and told you.

Here, sit down, darling.
Please.
I don't want to.

I don't feel like sitting down.

You're angry with me.
I'm not angry.
I'm just upset, that's all.

What's so surprising
about being upset?

You'd be upset too,
under the circumstances.

I didn't mean to upset you.

Actually,
I'm quite upset myself.

I feel terrible,
right here
in my stomach.

You're not
going to be sick?
I don't know.

I must have some kind of
psychosomatic disorder.

It hits me
right here in my stomach.
Oh, dear.

I don't know what to say.

I've never felt
so miserable
in my whole life.

I'm going away.
Where?

I don't know.

To my family in Maryland,
I suppose.

Of course, they'll be furious.
They'll want me to come back
and apologize to your father.

But I-- I just couldn't do that.

Oh.

Good-bye, dear.

Go take some aromatic
spirits of ammonia.
Then lie down flat.

Where's your mother?
Gone.

Gone where?
To Maryland. I feel sick.
I'm sick to my stomach.

I got no time for you.
I gotta stop her.
That's a fine thing to say.

My mother says, "don't get sick,
but your father and I
are getting a divorce."

- Then my father says--
- all right, all right.

Take some soda water.
I'll head her off
at the railroad station.

If she comes back, don't
let her out of the house.

I think I'm gonna be sick
all over the place.

That'll show 'em.

Alice! Alice, I got it!
I got it!

Got what?
The job.
The promotion.

Oh, Joe, that's wonderful!
Now can we get married?

You said it.
Just name the day,
and I'll be there.

All you had to do
was tell that Mr. Gallagher--
I didn't tell him anything.

He just said, "Joe, Erickson's
nuttier than a fruitcake. How'd
you like to be my assistant?"

Congratulations,
my boy.
Thank you.

You're on your way.
Someday, if you're not careful,
you may even be a Mr. Mckinley.

Yes, sir.
However,
don't forget one thing.

There's more in life
than mere success.

Or, rather, you should
make up your mind
what you mean by "success."

Remember, it's not
just having a job.
It's not just making money.

It isn't?
It has nothing to do
with those things.

It's what a man
gets out of his work
that matters.

Are you doing
something you like?

Are you aware of the essential
dignity of what you're doing
with your hands, your mind?

Well, I--

there's a stewardship
of responsibility that
one of your generation--

Yeah, well, there's the beer.

What beer?
The beer I ordered
to celebrate our engagement.

A case. A whole case.
Wait.
Maybe it's the police.

The police?
Oh, my goodness.
I'll go.

Yes?

Does, uh,
a Mr. John Hodges
live here?

Who's calling, please?
Mrs. Louis Mckinley.

Mckinley? I'm sorry.
He's gone to the country--
Alice, let Mrs. Mckinley in.

You're-- you're--
John Hodges.
I dyed my whiskers.

You must excuse
my granddaughter's behavior,

but we were expecting
the police, so naturally
she was suspicious.

This is the rest of
my family-- my son George,
my daughter-in-law.

Hello.
And Mr. Elliott, who thought
you were a case of beer.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Uh, may I see you
for a moment, alone?
Certainly.

Come into my bedroom.
Thank you.

His bedroom?
So what?

After what's been going on
in the house
for the last 24 hours,

you gonna draw the line
at a bedroom?

No, please.
Don't turn on
the lights. Not yet.

It's a little compromising,
isn't it,
not having the lights on?

Well, I-- I'd like to
feel a little compromised.

I'm leaving my husband.

Really?
May I ask why?

I--

well, I--

I told him
I was in love with you.
With me?

But that's ridiculous.
You've only seen me once.

That doesn't matter.
I know you for what you are--

a gallant and wonderful man
who respects me
and acts like a gentleman,

even if you are what
my husband said you are--
a phony.

Did your husband say that?
Oh, he said
some terrible things about you.

He said you're an impostor,
and he's going to
put you in jail.

But I don't care.
I'll stand by you. I'll even
go to court and testify for you.

And you can testify for me.
Mrs. Mckinley, I'm going
to turn on the lights.

Oh, no, please.
Not yet.

Yes, Mrs. Mckinley, now.
Immediately.

Though I may be everything
your husband says I am and
everything you believe me to be,

I am emphatically not
a correspondent
in a divorce suit.

Do I make myself clear?
Then last night
was just last night?

Mrs. Mckinley, you're
a very handsome woman.

You dance extremely well.

You also have a gift
for summing up a situation.

Last night
was simply last night.

I'm sorry
if my bluntness
offends you,

but I assure you I have no
intention of coming between
any man and his wife.

Especially one
as impulsive as you are.

Perhaps if I were
30 years younger--
no, please.

Don't blame yourself.
I understand,
and I deserve this.

I guess I'm just
a silly woman who's made
quite a fool of herself.

Though it pains me
to say so, you are.

My husband and I have been
married for 20 years,
and this is my first infidelity.

You don't say.

He married me
because I was society,
and I married him for his money.

Not that I couldn't
have fallen in love with him.
He's not bad-looking, you know.

On the contrary.
He has a certain
vibrance.

I'd say he's full of vibrance.

Sometimes there's something
almost exciting about him,

only he's not in love with me.

How can you be so sure?

At first I thought
he might be in love with me.

He used to kiss me with all
the tenderness of a-- of a--

a wild stallion?

Then after a while,
he never kissed me at all.

Life was just
a succession of fur coats
and invitations to dinner.

That's all I've been--
an invitation to dinner.

Mrs. Mckinley,
I think you're in love
with your husband.

Me?

I have an idea that if
you were to kiss him once,
just once,

with all the tenderness
of a-- of a--

wild mare?

Mrs. Mckinley, I think
we both need some coffee.
Let's get out of here.

I knew this'd come in handy.

Here.
Hang on to that.

Serviette?

The beer!
I'll get it.

Yes?

My name is Harold P. Cleveland.
I'm looking for Mr. John Hodges.

They're here.
Who?

Some man who says
he's Harold P. Cleveland.

The one
with the black beard?
That was grandpa.

Here.
I'll handle this.

You got a warrant?

No.
Nobody gets in here
without a warrant.

Who is it now?

Some flatfoot pretending
he's Harold P. Cleveland.

Who does he think he's fooling?

Harold P. Cleveland
wouldn't be coming here
personally to make the arrest.

Good evening, sir.
You were looking for me?

You're John Hodges?
I am.

I'm Harold P. Cleveland.
How do you do, Mr. Cleveland?
Won't you come in?

Thank you.

Mr. Cleveland,
meet my son George,
my daughter-in-law Della,

Mrs. Mckinley,
my granddaughter Alice,
and her fiancé Mr. Elliott.

We're celebrating
their betrothal.
Oh. Congratulations.

Take Mr. Cleveland's
hat, Alice.
I can only stay a moment.

You're not
Harold P. Cleveland.
You can't fool us.

But I am. If you don't
believe me, my chauffeur
is outside. Ask him.

How do we know
he's your chauffeur?
I don't carry much in my wallet.

But here.
Sorry I haven't
my fingerprints.

Uh, what is it you want,
Mr. Cleveland?

I just wanted to meet
Mr. Hodges, that's all.
I'd like an explanation.

I think I deserve
an explanation.
I agree. Step in here.

You put consolidated motors
in a highly ridiculous position
with this escapade of yours.

And while I'm told
that technically
you've committed no crime,

I'd still like to know
why you did it.

Did I hear you say that
I'd committed no crime?
That's what our lawyers say.

And from the fees they get,
they ought to know.

Well, well. This is
a pleasant surprise.

My son here was sure
that I'd go to jail
for five years.

Imagine that, George.
No crime.

What do you know?
He really is the president
of consolidated motors.

He is?
There's no doubt
about it.

Is that so?

My, what a crazy evening
this has been.

First my daughter gets engaged,

and then the president
of consolidated motors
drops in.

Joseph, get the president
of consolidated motors a chair.

I declare.
Nobody's gonna believe me
when I tell them.

They're gonna laugh
right in my face.

Somebody give him
a piece of cake-- oh.

It's a lady Anne
chocolate surprise.

Well, uh, no, thank you.
Oh, come on.
I made it myself.

My doctor doesn't
allow me to eat cake.
Oh? Why? You got diabetes?

Well, no.
It's something
entirely different.

Oh.
I'm sorry.

May I shake your hand,
Mr. Cleveland?

I'd like to tell people
at the plant
that I shook the hand...

Of the president
of consolidated motors.

Not that they'd believe me,
but I'd like to tell 'em anyway.
That'll do, Joe.

Maybe you'd like a cup
of my special coffee,
Mr. president.

Everybody says what good coffee
I make, even though
I'm not the cook type.

I was on the stage,
you know.
Maybe you saw me.

No, I'm afraid
I never had that privilege.
Have you any saccharin?

Saccharin? No.
But we can get you some
in just a minute.

Hey, Joseph, run next door
and borrow a cup of saccharin.

Please don't bother.
I'll take it just as it is,
only half cream.

No bother at all.

You sure you never saw me?
I was billed as Della Robia,
the bombshell of song.

I never went to the theater
when I was a young man.

And now, Mr. Hodges,
I'd like to hear your story.
It's a very silly story.

In fact, when I look back on it,
it seems absolutely incredible.

Here you are.

Don't go away.
I'll be back
in just a minute.

Going to the chamber
of commerce was something
I hadn't counted on.

The beer!

Mr. Mckinley!
I thought
I'd find you here.

Yes, Louis.
Okay, all right, I love you.
Do you hear?

Now, come on home.
I beg
your pardon.

You keep out of this.
This is between me and my wife.
Who are you, anyway?

Harold P. Cleveland,
president of--

I've heard all the Cleveland
I wanna hear. It's all right
if I never hear that name again.

Now, come on home, will ya?
I apologize
for whatever I did.

I said I apologize!
All right, Louis.
Only don't shout so.

I'm not shouting!
I just said I apologize!
Yes, dear, I heard you.

"Dear"?
D-did you call me "dear"?
Yes, dear.

We'll, I'll be--

Hodges, you're fired!

Grandpa!

Grandpa?
I beg your pardon.

Who the devil's car is that?
Harold P. Cleveland's, president
of consolidated motors.

Harold P. Whose?
The man you yelled at
inside, dear.

And that
is the whole story.
And quite a story it is.

Pardon me for suggesting it,
but I just happen to have
this album laying around.

Only this afternoon
I said to myself,
"Della, if the right part--"

Della, there's no time
for that now,
after what's just happened.

After what?
Dad's been fired,
that's what. Fired!

Fired?
What, again?

It's all right, Della.
I knew all the time
it wouldn't work.

Fired.
And after all the trouble
we've gone through.

- Mother, please.
- Okay.

But it's a fine time to tell us,
right in front of the president
of consolidated motors.

If you've really been fired,
what are you going to do?

I know one thing I won't do,
and that's sit in a park
and feed the pigeons.

How would you like
to work with me
in New York?

There's a little office
next to mine. We could
have it redecorated.

Oh, grandpa!
For goodness' sake,
imagine! New York!

Maybe you could find
a little apartment.
I'm sorry. I couldn't do that.

You know the hackneyed phrase:
"New York may be all right
for a visit, but--"

maybe you could live
in Brooklyn.
No, Della, not even Brooklyn.

If it's a question
of money--
no, thank you.

I make all the money
I need right here.
All the money you need?

You just lost your job,
and with the price
of soup bones goin' up--

I'm sorry, Della.
You'd have
lots of leisure.

I'd only want you around
for advice in
public relations matters.

Maybe we could go to
a ball game together
occasionally.

Thank you, Mr. Cleveland,
but no.

This is my home.
My family's here.
We're happy.

That is, as happy
as people need to be.

I have my health,
I eat what I like, I drink
my coffee without saccharin,

I don't have to make speeches,
unless I want to,

go to board meetings,
worry about stockholders,
unions, income taxes.

Come to think of it, why don't
you move out here? You're
young enough to get a good job.

Now, please, Mr. Hodges,
don't tempt me.

Well, I must be running along.

Good night,
everybody.
Good night, sir.

- Well, don't look at me.
- He's your father.

I'm sorry
you won't come with me,
but I see your point.

Thank you.

As to your job
at acme printing,
I wouldn't worry about that.

You heard Mr. Mckinley fire me.

Mr. Mckinley apparently
has high blood pressure.
I'll send him a note tomorrow.

No, I'll make it a directive
that you're to have your job
as long as you want it.

Well, thank you. You've been
very understanding. If there's
ever anything I can do for you--

if you should ever
get an idea
for another good speech--

it would be a pleasure,
Mr. Cleveland,
a pleasure indeed.

You're a great man,
Mr. Hodges,
a truly great man.

Thank you, Mr. Cleveland.
So are you.

Good night.
Good night.