It Happens Every Spring Page #5

scientifically I can't explain it at all.

You mean it has something to do with your experiment?

Yes, sir. But unless I get a chance to demonstrate it-

Oh, you intend to give demonstrations,

uh, lectures of some kind?

Well, no, not exactly.

Well, what are you going to do?

Take it to some commercial labratory

like the one you mentioned?

What was it?

Norworth Laboratories.

Well then, why is the time indefinite?

Will you grant me the leave, Dr. Greenleaf?

If I don't go now, I'll miss my train.

Well, I don't know, Vernon.

It's most unusual right in the midst of a semester,

but if this is really such an

extraordinary scientific contribution,

I don't suppose we should stand in your way.

Um, alright, Vernon. Catch your train.

I'll talk to Forsythe.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Oh, is Debbie still asleep?

Well, I presume so.

Will you tell her I said goodbye,

that she'll hear from me soon?

Thank you, sir.

All Aboard!

[Train chugging]

[Typing]

Morning.

I wanna see Mr. Dolan, please.

He won't see anybody on game days.

Oh, but this is urgent.

I know. Everybody's urgent.

What do you want to see him about?

Well, it's a personal matter.

Well, he doesn't have anything

to do with the concessions.

-Neither do I.

-Good Morning, Mr. Dolan.

Good morning.

Oh, Mr. Dolan!

-Mr. Dolan, I wanna talk to you.

-Not today.

But listen to me, Mr. Dolan.

This could mean a great deal to you.

You heard what I said.

Run along. I'm busy.

Ms. Manglestein-

I'm not asking for any

money or any favors, Mr. Dolan.

I'm trying to do you one.

Then do it. Get out of here.

Mr. Terry wants to know-

Not this morning.

I've gotta go right down to batting practice.

This wire from Denver.

[Phone rings]

Hello.

Yeah, yeah. I'll be right down.

About this pitcher,

Chop Suey or whatever his name is-

Cop Suley.

Cop Suley, yeah well wire them I want him.

Just a minute.

Before you send this wire-

Will you get out of here!

No, I will not.

Ms. Manglestein, send for one of the cops.

I'm a pitcher, Mr. Dolan,

and you need one very badly.

Now, I can win the pennant for you

Oh, that's all I need this morning,

another crackpot.

I am no crackpot, and that's no idle boast.

It's a simple, mathematical fact.

Look, I heard what you said, Mister.

But we don't hire ball players that way.

Now if you'll just-

I realize that, but the

circumstances are rather unusual.

I can win thirty games for you.

Thirty games.

Is that all?

Well, no, thirty is the minimum.

Ah no, you're not very screwy.

Do you know there ain't more than a dozen pitchers

ever won thirty games in a season?

Of course I do,

and I can give you their names if you like.

Never mind.

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