Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #2

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Enough of your

loathsome statistics, woman.

Go about your business. Go.

They ought to feed the boys better.

Remember how you used to starve them

when you were undermatron?

All that was a very long time ago.

Things is different now.

A long time ago.

Yes.

A long time.

Things are different now.

Chips of Brookfield.

Discipline, Mr. Chipping. Discipline.

-Harper.

-Hazlitt.

-Hatfield.

-Hatherly.

-Hawtrey.

-Hesley.

-Henson.

-Hetherington.

Special. Special edition.

French defeated at Sedan.

Ticket.

Brookfield Special. First train.

You're in this carriage, Gregory.

In you get, boys.

Excuse me. In you get, boys.

Come along. In you get.

-Are you Mr. Bingham?

-Yes.

-I'm Chipping, the new master.

-Yes.

-Can I be of any assistance?

-Not now, I've finished.

Martin! But where's Martin?

-Martin. Martin?

-Martin!

Martin! Martin! Martin! Martin!

Here he is.

I'm sorry, the horse in our cab fell down.

Gerald's chest protector.

He's had whooping cough.

There are two of them.

One on and one in the wash.

All right, I'll see to it. In here, Martin.

Better get in, Mr. Chipping.

Take your seats.

Thank you, boys.

Oh, thank you.

Whoa!

Sorry, sir.

-Where did you spend your holidays?

-Margate.

The ladies bathe in the sea.

The men have to keep off the beach...

...every morning

while the ladies go in.

We used to watch off the top

of the cliffs with a telescope.

There's a battle in France.

The emperor surrendered.

The emperor's a funk.

I bet the Prussians win.

-I'll bet a tizzy the French win.

-I'll bet the Prussians march to Paris.

-Papa goes to Paris.

-So does my uncle.

He says Paris is a gay old spot.

-The French eat frogs.

-Frogs.

-Say, there's a balloon.

-Where?

-There she goes.

-Shove over.

-I wish I were up there.

-Stop shoving.

-There are two people in it.

-I bet I could go higher than they are.

-You'd funk it.

-I wouldn't.

-I wonder where he's going.

-So does he.

Cheer up.

I'm new too.

It's not easy to begin with.

-What'd he do, slap him?

-Kicked him, most likely.

Here we are. Mind your head.

I used to have this room.

You'll find the draft from this window

will give you a stiff neck.

What are you looking at?

Is something going on?

It's just as I imagined it. It means

everything to me, to come to Brookfield.

I suppose you felt the same way.

I'll get on. I know I will.

Headmaster at Brookfield.

That's something worth working for.

-Ever done any teaching before?

-Hm?

Ever done any teaching?

Oh, no, no.

-Come in.

-Your bag, Mr. Chipping.

-And the headmaster will see you now, sir.

-Oh, thanks. Thanks.

My gown. I mustn't keep him

waiting, must I?

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