Captains Courageous

There'll be none of that. No trays.

The Star-Telegram has you quoted quite definitely:

"Before departing by plane for New York, Mr. Cheyne stated...

"that the new equipment is to be provided by the present bond issue."

The other papers have virtually the same.

What does the confidential bulletin say?

"Tuesday morning. Paris wires...

"the President will probably sign the Bannerman Mining Bill today."

Van Wyck's London cable says:

"Conservatives will support the new air program."

Tokyo: "Mr. Gordon's condition excellent. Appendix had not burst.

"Our property loss in our tuna-factory fire will amount to not more than $15,000."

8:45, Mr. Cheyne.

- Our guests still asleep? - Yes, sir.

Reynolds will drive them out to Connecticut at 11:00, sir.

- Well, let them sleep an hour more. - Very good, sir.

- Will you be dining at home tonight? - I don't know.

- You can call me at the office. - Very good, sir.

Burns, give this to my son. Have him call me at the office on a private wire.

Very well, sir.

Shall I waken them now, Mr. Burns?

No, Mr. Cheyne wants the dear things to sleep an hour longer.

They can never wake up, as far as I'm concerned.

Yes, Master Harvey?

Well, Burns said that...

Oh, here he is now.

Yes?

Your breakfast will be ready in the dining room, Master Harvey.

Yes, but...

But...

Oh, very well.

It wants its breakfast in its rooms. Prepare the tray.

Why can't I go downstairs and eat my breakfast if I'm hungry?

Is that the way you act in people's houses?

In people's houses, they let you eat when you're hungry.

Well, you're my guest, and you'll do as I say.

Besides, I bet you never had breakfast in bed.

My mother has it, but it's sissy for a fellow to have it, unless he's sick.

Who are you calling a sissy?

I'll take care of it.

Did you say I was a sissy?

I said some people might think eating off of trays was sissy.

Well, let's get something to eat anyway, huh, Harvey?

You heard me order it.

Go ahead, Charles. It'll be in your room.

You want to have some breakfast, don't you?

Yes.

I like to eat the way people eat.

Will mine be in my room?

Sure. Think we only got one servant?

Wait a minute, Pogey.

Why do you want to go around making him mad for?

What if he is?

You just can't remember one single thing.

Getting my father to get his father...

to make him spend the Easter with us was a plot, wasn't it?

- Yes. - Come in.

Well, then, what do you want to go around spoiling plots for?

I just wanted to make him feel he owed you something.

- Could you get coffee if you wanted it? - Sure. I just don't like it.

- Do you want some? - No, I like cocoa.

Your father instructed me to give you this.

- What for? - He didn't confide in me.

You're to telephone him, if you get up.

- Is there anything more you wish? - Yes. You can fill my bath for me.

With pleasure.

We thought you were in bed.

No, and I'm going to eat mine on that desk.

- Are you sorry Easter's over? - I don't know.

Haven't you been having a lot of fun?

I guess so.

You're the one that's from Providence, aren't you?

Uh-huh.

Why, I'd think a boy from Providence'd be very happy to make a trip to New York.

I'm from way out in Indiana.

All right.

I've got a little brother that I bet'd be happy to have all the luxuries you've had.

He can have my room.

Hello. Hello, Father?

Just a moment. I'll see if your father's in.

Morning, Son. What?

I'm going back to school now.

Yes, sir. $40.

That's it. I thought you might have to stop for lunch somewhere...

before you get back to school. You can treat the boys.

Have a good time, Son. See you in June. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Father.

He's a wonderful boy.

He was 5 here.

I wish his mother had lived to see him now.

10 years old and yet he's one of the editors of his school paper.

Think of that.

Now, watch.

Sit up, Conrad.

Do you hear me? Sit up!

Sit up! Move.

This isn't the way my Treasure Island looks.

It's the very first way anybody ever saw Treasure Island.

Gee, it's very valuable, huh?

Sure. Would you like to have it?

- It belongs to your father. - It does not.

My father gave it to me so as I could have it when I grow up.

- You take it as a present, Charles. - You're going now.

Gee whiz!

I'm glad you like the book, Charles.

Look, Harvey, maybe I oughtn't to take it.

That's all right.

That's just an act of friendship.

Sometime, maybe, you'll want to do an act of friendship for us.

What?

Oh, maybe we might like to join the Buffaloes.

You're the president of the Buffaloes, aren't you?

Yeah, but there's 15 other fellows in the club.

Yeah, but when you get together in Mr. Tyler's room...

and toast marshmallows and things...

you talk about who you're going to let in, don't you?

I'm not allowed to tell what we do.

That's all you do. You sit around Mr. Tyler's fireplace...

and talk about camping and things like that.

Well, do you want to do an act of friendship?

What if the others don't want you in?

Now look here, Charles...

you like being the president, don't you?

Certainly I do. It's an office of honor.

And what if you weren't the president anymore?

- You can't do anything about it. - Oh, yes, I can.

What if you weren't at the school anymore?

I'm going to be at the school.

Harvey could buy the school and shut it up. Couldn't you, Harvey?

No. That isn't what would happen.

Your father sells my father's automobiles in Providence, doesn't he?

Yes.

Well, then, do you think he'd like it if you had a chance...

to do me an act of friendship and didn't do it?

What if he woke up one day, and my father took away...

all the automobiles he let him have to sell and said:

"You're fired."

You know how many people are out of jobs?

Millions of people.

And they're all hungry and in rags.

They can't send their sons to school.

You're not old enough to work...

so you'd have to go out with your mother and father and beg.

And that certainly would be awful...

to have your mother sitting there, all dressed up in rags...

and eating rotten bread and things like that.

Wouldn't that be terrible?

Your father can't do that.

Now look, Charles, I don't want him to do it.

I just say I don't want him to have to do it.

I know they won't let you in.

Monsieur Gattard will continue with...

second and third form French on Thursdays...

which will replace Dr. Spitzer's science section...

moved up to Friday afternoon.

That will give Dr. Spitzer more time for golf.

- Thank you. - That covers everything, gentlemen.

We'll reconvene at tomorrow night's regular faculty meeting.

- Oh, Mr. Tyler. - Yes, sir?

Harrison's doctor feels he needs another month's rest.

Could you possibly take over first form Latin?

Oh, I think so.

I thought you might like what added salary the extra work would bring.

Well, that's very kind of you, Dr. Finley.

Did you get straightened away from last winter's difficulties all right?

Yes, and now that you've brought that up...

- I don't know quite how to thank you... - Oh, don't mention it, Bob.

This ought to make things easier from now on.

- Yes, sir. And thank you very much, sir. - Glad to do it, Bob.

Hello, Charles. What's the matter?

Can Harvey Cheyne make his father do anything he wants?

I don't think so. Why?

He says if we don't let him and Pogey Williams and Alvin Savage...

join the Buffaloes...

- I'll have to leave school. - What?

I don't know what to do with this. He gave it to me.

It's awful valuable, and he won't take it back.

He gave you this?

He says if he doesn't get in the Buffaloes...

he'll get his father to take away my father's automobile business.

Well, that's absurd, Charles.

Well, he wanted to be on the school paper...

and he got his father to give a new printing press, didn't he?

So they had to let him on, didn't they?

- He's always... - Come in here, Charles. Come in here.

Come on. We've got to set type up now.

- There isn't room for any more. - What did he write?

- It's about his vacation. - I want more than this in.

There isn't room for any more.

If you wanted more, you ought to write it sooner.

Give it here.

Hey, give that here! I want to write some more.

We told Mr. Tyler he could read proof at 5:00.

I don't care. You treat me like I wasn't one of the editors here.

Oh, you used "like" as a conjunction.

- I did not. - Oh, yes, you did.

That makes 10 cents more you owe to the dunce box.

Yeah, and you still haven't paid up for saying "either, or"...

instead of "neither, nor" down at the dining hall this noon.

I did not...