Jim Thorpe - All-American Page #2

and it's played with a leather skin,

something like your suitcase here.

And the object of this game

is to take this leather skin

and try to run past Mr. Denny and me.

Well, frosh, come on. Run past them.

I'm sorry, Bright Path, but that's football.

Very rough game.

Indian boy got lot to learn.

Now you try it.

- Try what?

- Run past me.

Forget it, Jim.

You got plenty of chance next year.

You try it!

Say, that wasn't bad.

Come on, I'd like you to meet Pop Warner.

- Hello.

- They sent me up here to bunk with you.

- Sure. Come on in. I'd Ed Guyac.

- Jim Thorpe.

And this untamed aborigine here

is Little Boy Who Walk Like Bear.

It's kind of a mouthful

so I just call him Little Boy.

Not hau. What have I been teaching you?

Hi.

He's full-blooded Chippewa.

His old man's chief.

Nothing like bunking with royalty.

- Where you from?

- Oklahoma. Sac and Fox.

I'm Mohawk. "Heap smart New York Injun.

"Study law, make plenty wampum,

take mortgage off teepee."

- How about you?

- What about me?

What are you going to prepare for?

You know, doctor, lawyer, Indian chief,

rich man, poor man...

I don't know.

Well, you've come to the right place

to find out.

- This is your cot, right here.

- Thanks.

Matter of fact, you can take this one

if you like, Little Boy never uses it.

- Bed too soft, make Little Boy soft.

- Soft! Listen to him!

Two hundred and twenty pounds

of steer bone.

These natives, I'll never get used to them!

You're supposed to stand when an

upperclassman comes in the room.

Yes, sir.

You three will report to the quartermaster

for your issue of cadet uniforms.

You will keep them cleaned

and pressed for daily inspection.

You will also fill out these forms indicating

your preference for industrial training.

That's a pretty sloppy bed.

You'd better learn how to keep it neat

if you expect to stay here.

I'm not sure I'm going to stay here.

Studying didn't come easy to Jim.

He crammed until late hours

to keep up with his class

and often fell asleep over his books,

his mind restless and troubled.

When he could stand it no longer,

he began to run.

And once again he found relief

in the sheer physical joy of running.

On your marks.

Get set.

Who is that?

Go!

Either I need a new watch

or we've got a new runner.

You're Jim Thorpe?

- That's right.

- Glad to meet you, Jim. I'm Pop Warner.

You mind if I sit down?

I'd like to talk to you a minute.

No.

That's quite an exhibition

you put on this morning.

- Exhibition?

- Don't you know what you did?

You ran the 220 in 23 seconds flat

with your clothes on.

Why haven't you come out for the team?

Well, I hadn't figured

on coming out for the team.

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