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Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I’ve just been terribly hurt.

My Ceramics instructor
just insulted my pot,

the one I made in his class.

He says it isn’t fit
to be put in the kiln

and he’ll probably
be throwing it out
in a moment.

He’s in there now
cleaning out the kiln.

Tonight’s play is
"The Contest for Aaron Gold."

And it begins
after the usual
one-minute pause

for sponsor identification.

Well, it’ll mean
lighting it myself
and I’ve never done that.

Don’t blame me.

What can you expect
from a generation

that was raised
on "Hansel and Gretel."

[hammering]

[man]
I understand that, Mr. Stern.

[Stern] Angelo, please.

I shouldn’t have to listen
to excuses.

Let me remind you
that in five days,

five miserable days,
no more, no less,
we are opening this camp.

The parents
are going to be driving
their children up here,

and they can’t park
their cars in the lake!

I understand that,
Mr. Stern, you told me that.

You can’t park the parents
in the lake.

And tell that
to those zombies
that work for you.

I’ll talk to you later,
Angelo.

-Bernie! Bernie Samuelson.
-Mr. Stern.

Bernie, boy,
you’re right on time.

I just finished putting up
the sign and who just show up

but Mr. Ceramics himself.

How do you like it?

Fine, it looks real nice.
I’m sure I’ll like it fine.

I thought you would.
And we’ve got every facility,

and I mean every facility,
exactly as stated
in the new catalog.

We got kind of a motto
here at Lakeside--

"You will never repent
what you don’t
misrepresent."

Am I right? Or am I right?

Oh, excuse a minute, Bernie.

Lefty!
Lefty, up there in the tower!

That’s Lefty James,
our head counselor.
I told you about him.

Lefty! Say hello
to Bernie Samuelson!

Sam-uel-son!

Cer-am-ics!

Watch this.

It beats the Fire Department
the way this guy
goes into action.

You know, it’s no fluke
he was once
in a Tarzan picture.

Watch him now.

Knowing your background
in sculpture, Bernie,

and I’m not the one
to buy a pig in a poke,

knowing your background,
I’m confident
that you’ll agree with me

that Ceramics has taken
a large step forward
here at Camp Lakeside.

Like I told you in New York,
at our interview,

our motto
is top-notch performance
for top-notch clientele.

Or, in other words,

let’s have something
to show the parents.

This instrument, fellows,
as many of you know,
is called a potter’s wheel.

Men have been using them
for hundreds of years

to make themselves
many beautiful
and useful things.

[boys laughing]

You know, once upon a time,
not so very long ago,

there was no such thing
as a neighborhood
variety store

or a department store,

or a hardware store
where people could buy

the things that they now
take for granted.

Men had to make things
with their hands.

And that’s how--
Well, that’s how
craftsmanship began.

-Uncle Bernie?
-Yes?

Why do we call you Uncle,
Uncle Bernie?

Oh, well, it’s policy.

Gives the camp
more of a family atmosphere.

Last year I went
to Camp Whispering Willow,
and it was different.

We called
the counselors "Cousin"
at Whispering Willow.

Like Cousin Leo
or Cousin Jerome.

I see. Well, uh,
the counselors

were probably younger there,
Henry.

That could be why
you called them cousin.

Cousin Herman,
at Whispering Willow,

he was twice as old
as my father.

Bless him. He should live
to be a thousand.

Right now,
we’re talking about
the potter’s wheel, Henry.

The thing that has made it
so remarkable through
the centuries is the fact--

-[boys yelling]
-Uncle Bernie!

He stuck a dog in my ear!

He’s a liar!
It wasn’t no dog!

-It was nothing but a mouse!
-All right! knock it off!

Now, suppose
everybody helps himself
to clay.

Not for sticking it
in each other’s ears,
mind you,

but just to get the feel
of what we’re trying
to do here.

[Bernie] All right.
Come on, come on.

What do you think it is,
Uncle Bernie?

I’ll give you a hint.

It wriggles,

and it also crawls
on its belly, Uncle Bernie.

You get it yet?

A snake?

You knew it all the time!

That’s because I have
certain advantages, Henry.

Three special courses
at one of our finest
universities.

Otherwise,
I might never have known.

Pancake, huh?

Always a great favorite,

something
you can depend on.

Pancakes, snakes,

and ashtrays.

It shows great promise.

[whistle blows]

-[boys laughing]
-[whistle blows]

All right, you guys,
on the double!

Junior porpoises
out of the water!

Intermediate dolphins in!

I said
intermediate dolphins!

That means all you guys
in Ceramics!

Drop the mud pies
and hit the deck!

[whistle blows]

-Hey, wait--
-Uncle Bernie,
you’ll mind my snake.

Yeah, sure I’ll mind it,
but I won’t be responsible
for it.

A thing like this
should be insured.

[water running]

Well, we seem to have missed
each other.

What’s your name?

It’s a-- It’s Aaron.

Aaron what?

Uh, Aaron Gold,
Uncle Bernie.

I-- I didn’t mean to forget
about the swimming.

I promise to play
with everybody else
the next time.

And I promise I won’t go off
by myself either.

You gonna report me?

Take it easy, Aaron.

There’s nothing
to worry about.

You mind letting me see
what you made?

Oh, it’s nothing.
It’s just an old thing.
Really, it’s nothing.

Well, I say this for it,
Aaron.

It looks like a pretty
interesting nothing.
Do you mind?

I like this, Aaron.
I like it very much.

And you don’t have to worry.
I’m not gonna report you.
I promise.

Well?

Hey, come on now.
It’s not such a big thing.

Besides, you better hurry.
You’re gonna be late
for swimming.

Come on. Come on, Aaron.

[door closes]

[boy] Thank you,
Uncle Lionel!

Hey, that’s all right, fellas!

Ah, smell that mountain air,
huh, Bernie?

It’s the kind of tonic
you don’t buy in a bottle.

Real nice, Mr. Stern.
Real nice.

How’d it go today
with Ceramics?

The boys are catching on?

Well, yes and no.
It varies with group
to group, of course.

No projects yet?

Not yet. Not the first day,
Mr. Stern.

Some of these kids come
from artistic families,
Bernie.

They catch on quick,
believe me.

Quick, quick, quick.
Like lightning, these boys.

You have a tough time
keeping up with them.

Uh, one thing I thought
I’d mention.

Lefty was a little annoyed
this morning,

the Gold kid coming
15 minutes late for swimming.

I told Lefty
I’d mention it to you.

You know, that couldn’t
be helped, Mr. Stern.

What happened
was the kid was hiding--

Oh, please, Bernie.

I’m not for one moment
suggesting that you held
the kid back on purpose.

I know how kids are.

I’m just trying
to give it to you
from Lefty’s point of view.

From Lefty’s point
of view, huh?

Another thing.

Lefty says the Gold kid
is kind of peculiar.

Teaching him to swim,
he says, is like trying
to float a rock.

Peculiar? Why?

Well, please, Bernie.
Don’t ask me, ask Lefty.

I can tell you
one thing, though,
from my own experience--

swimming is very important.

If there’s one thing
parents like to see

when they come
on visiting day,

it’s their kids swimming
back and forth,

back and forth
like fish in a tub.

I never thought
of that before.

Oh, we aim to develop
a well-rounded boy
here at Camp Lakeside.

And let’s face it, Bernie.

Even Lefty can’t teach
a kid to swim
if he’s not there.

Hey, fellas!
Let Uncle Lionel
have the ball.

Aaron, the legs.

The legs are beautiful.
How’d you managed that?

Well, I worried,
Uncle Bernie.

For almost two whole weeks
I worried about the legs.

OK, so you worried.
So what else did you do?

Well, last night in bed,
I worried some more,

and then I started
to feel my own legs...

you know?
The way things really are.

So today I started over.

You like
the way he’s standing?

I like very much
the way he’s standing.

[Aaron]
He’s standing brave, isn’t he?

[Bernie]
I don’t get that, Aaron.

I mean,
I don’t understand exactly
what you mean.

[Aaron] It’s not good at all
unless he’s really standing
brave.

[Bernie] Well, he could be
standing brave.

Certainly, no one can say
he’s not standing brave.

What kind of a dragon
do you think the knight
is fighting, Uncle Bernie?

You gonna make
a dragon, Aaron?

No.

Well, excuse me, Aaron,
but if you’re not gonna make
a dragon,

then what difference
make what kind?

You mean
you don’t understand?

I’m sorry. I guess I don’t.

Well, the more terrible
the dragon is, Uncle Bernie,

the braver the knight
would have to be
for fighting such dragon,

even if we can’t see
what it is.

[whistle blows]

[Bernie] OK, fellows,
there it goes.

[Lefty] Intermediate
dolphins, on the double!

All right, fellows,
let’s go. Come on.

[Lefty] You guys
in that clay factory,
get moving!

Aaron!

Didn’t you hear the whistle?

Aaron, did you
or did you not hear
the whistle?

-Well, I was working.
-That’s fine! That’s great!

You can work some more
on Wednesday.

Now, let’s not spoil
the nice attendance record

you got for the last
two weeks.

Uncle Lefty will be waiting.
Come on.

-Please, Uncle Bernie.
-Please what?

Please, won’t you
let me finish the legs?

Now, while I know
what the dragon looks like,

while I have it all
in my mind?

Can I, Uncle Bernie?

Please?

All right, go on.

Who side do you think
I’m on, anyways,
the dragon’s?

Bernie, I’ll go straight
to the fundamentals.

You’re lucky it’s me,
not Lefty James,
who’s calling on you now.

Lefty’s so mad
he could chew the oars
right out of his rowboat.

-Now, wait a--
-Did I or did I not tell you
to get the Gold kid

to swimming instruction
on time?

-Did I?
-I tried, Mr. Stern.

You tried?

I’m telling you
for the last time, Bernie.

Letting a kid play potsy
with clay all day long

is not my idea
of the well-rounded approach.

A parent who pays
a lot of money
is not going to be satisfied

with a lousy clay pot.

Mr. Stern!

This is the work
of Aaron Gold.

Does it look
like a louse clay pot?

It’s promising,
I’ll grant you.

Why doesn’t he finish it?

Should a thing that size
take a 40-hour a week?

-Why not?
-What?

If the boy cares enough,
Mr. Stern,

if his heart and soul
are wrapped up
in what he’s trying to do.

Oh, don’t kid me, Bernie.

Angelo asphalted
the whole entrance road
and parking lot

in five stinking days.
Five days!

This is not a parking lot,
Mr. Stern.

Aaron was not working
with asphalt!

Asphalt, blas-phalt!

In two weeks’ time,
Lefty James has got 111 kids

swimming
like they was mackerels

with outboard motors on them.

Every kid in camp,
except little Sir Amicks!

-Who?
-You heard me.

Little Sir Amicks.

Otherwise known
as Aaron Gold.

That’s what Lefty
calls him now.

Well, you tell Lefty James
for me, Mr. Stern.

You tell that big-mouthed,

-muscle-bound peacock
out there that--
-Yes?

What would you like me
to tell him for you, Bernie?

Never mind,
forget I said it.

We understand each other,
don’t we, Bernie?

I guess we do.

Good. Then there’s
no hard feelings.

As long as Lefty
is not screaming

and this... whatchamacallit
of Aaron Gold’s
has two arms on it

when his parents
come on Sunday.

All right?

I guess it’ll have to be
all right.

Aaron, couldn’t you work
a little faster, huh?

-Faster?
-Yeah.

Well, Uncle Bernie,

how could I go faster
when I want it to be right?

Aaron, it’s gonna be great.
It’s gonna be fine.

But you only got this period
to finish it.

Your parents
are coming on Sunday.

Don’t you see what I mean?

Only my father,
Uncle Bernie.

Only my father
will be coming on Sunday.

See, he isn’t married
to my mother anymore.

Your father.
What would he think,
if after three weeks’ time,

you hadn’t even finished
one thing?

He wouldn’t care.
Not if it was beautiful.

I’m sorry, Uncle Bernie.
I can’t go faster.

Your father wouldn’t be
disappointed, huh?

No.

Aaron, think of Mr. Stern.

-Who?
-Mr. Stern.

What’s he got to do with it?

But Mr. Stern is the owner
of Camp Lakeside.

You know how proud he is
of the way they get
things done here on time.

The cooking you mean?
Making beds?

No!

That is not what I mean.

What I mean is Mr. Stern,
he wouldn’t want your father
to be disappointed.

-Huh?
-Aaron, pay attention!

It’s all right,
Uncle Bernie.

My father won’t get mad.
Tell Mr. Stern.

My father’s like you.

Like who?

You.

That’s what I thought
you said.

You know something,
Uncle Bernie?

I doubt it.
I doubt very much
that I know anything.

My father could lick
Uncle Lefty.

You heard what I said?

Yeah, I heard you.

You said your father
can lick Uncle Lefty.

I’m sorry I couldn’t go
any faster.

I like the snake, Bernie.

Cute as a bug.
Look at the smile
on its face.

I like it.

The parents
will appreciate it tomorrow.

Nice, uh, ashtray?

Nice turtle, Bernie.

You know, you could easily
recognize it for a turtle.

Another ashtray.

Well, one advantage
to an ashtray

is a boy can make
a practical gift for his dad.

Oh, incidentally, Bernie,
you should hear this.

We were talking
about Aaron Gold.

Yes?

His father owns
the Daisy Dooly chain
of supermarkets, 47 stores.

A live wire merchant.
He wouldn’t want a boy
who’s half a bump on a log.

-Who? Aaron?
-It’s almost hopeless.

He hasn’t got
the intermediate
dolphin swimming badge

to show his father,
in the first place.

He hasn’t got
the woodcraft badge.

Doesn’t have
a softball stripe.

In fact,
he just ain’t got it,

and I say thank goodness
for Ceramics.

Where’s that thing
he was making?

Uh, it’s over here.

[Stern] Dragon? What dragon?

[Bernie] Well,
the dragon is...

Well, we must assume
there’s a dragon.

Are you kidding me, Bernie?

The arm is still missing.

Why this thing is
as ridiculous
as it was five days ago?

Are you trying
to cover up for that boy?

Is there something
you’re deliberately trying
to hide from me?

No, there’s nothing.

I asked you well in advance,

while there was still
plenty of time.

I warned you, I begged you.

I said something
has to be finished

to show on visiting day.

Did I or didn’t I?

Yes, Mr. Stern, you told me
in plenty of time.

Then finish it!

I don’t understand.

I’m telling you
to get a lump of clay
and put a right arm

on this two-legged jackass
and one-armed knight.

The dragon
we will not even discuss.

I couldn’t do that,
Mr. Stern. I couldn’t.

You couldn’t do what?

I couldn’t do that to Aaron.

This whole thing is his.
Every little bit of it,

conception, execution,
loving care.

-I’d only spoil it for him.
-Spoil it?

That’s what you said?

Well, yes!

Bernie...

Bernie, I pay you
600 dollars for the season.

That’s more than anybody
in this whole camp,
Lefty James excepted.

I appreciate that,
Mr. Stern.

Would you like to call
it quits right now?

Third week in July?
Pro-rate the season?

I-I couldn’t do that,
Mr. Stern.

My shop’s closed up.
All my things are in storage.

There’s no business
before September or October.

I couldn’t do that.

Then you put an arm
and a sword
on Don Quixote here.

Do it now.

Or else I’ll help you
pack your bag.

[Lefty]
Ladies and gentlemen,

allow me to bid you a gay,
good welcome to Camp Lakeside.

In your honor, we are giving
a diving exhibition.

We hope you’ll like it.

Hey, Jeff,
bring your parents
right down to the lake.

You too, Mike. Attaboy.

We’ll be right to go
in one minute.

[Bernie] Aaron.

Aren’t you supposed
to be down at the lake
at the welcoming exercises?

Oh, well,
I snuck out of there.

Nobody knows it,
just you and me.

Uh, do you think
that was a nice thing
for you to do?

Well, I wanted to wait
for my father here.

I wrote him in a letter.

I said,
"Meet me at Ceramics."

Come here a second, Aaron.

What?

Look.

It’s got an arm and a sword.

[Bernie] Uh-huh.

He’s got an arm.

-Who put them on?
-I did.

Well, you can’t expect
a knight to fight
without two arms, can’t--

-Aaron!
-I hate it!

You ruined it!
It’s not mine now!

-Aaron,
I was only trying to help--
-It’s not good anymore!

Aaron, listen to me!
Aaron, please, listen to me!
Aaron!

For crying out loud, Bernie.
What’s the matter
with the Gold kid?

What’d you do?
Put a bomb under him?
Today of all days?

That’s right. I put a bomb
under him last night,
then I added the sword.

Aaron doesn’t have
your passion

for getting things done
on schedule, Mr. Stern.

You mean the arm?
That was only a suggestion.

Yeah? Well, I got
a better suggestion.

Now, my suggestion,
Mr. Stern, is that you--

Excuse me,
my name is Herbert Gold.

I’m looking for Aaron,
my son.

Seeing that story
almost makes me want

to let my instructor out.

However, he’s not done yet.

Perhaps he will be
in another minute.

We shall see.

I wonder if the sponsor
could be persuaded

to clean out
the kiln sometime.

My vase turned out beautifully,
don’t you think?

I’m gonna use it
to hold these ashes

I found on the floor
in there.

As my dear instructor
used to say,

"Art is long,
life is brief."

So until next week
at this time,

goodnight.