School Ties Page #2

It's different from public schools.

Chapel three times a week. But it's not that bad.

No kidding?

Gentlemen of St Matthew's...

...welcome to the finest preparatory school in the nation.

Welcome especially to our new boys. I am Dr Bartram, your headmaster.

The rest of you may conceivably remember me.

His annual joke. Make the most of it.

Tomorrow begins the 193rd fall term.

No, I was not in office when the first one began.

Some of you new boys may find

that academics and discipline here are very demanding.

Much of what is policy here,

including our cherished Honour Code, has been established,

not by me or your teachers, but by your fellow students,

to be enforced by your own tribunal of prefects,

as it has been for the last two centuries.

We judge ourselves here,

and we judge ourselves by the highest standards.

You, my boys, are among the elite of the nation,

and we strive at St Matthew's

to prepare you for the responsibility that comes with favoured position.

Today, more than ever, this country needs an elite

that cares more for honour than for advantage;

more for service than for personal gain.

To that end, let us beseech the help of God,

in whose name we pray.

Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy name...

- Decent hi-fi, Mac. - Bought it from a friend back home.

- How much? - I jewed him down to $30.

I'll give you $25 for it.

He always wants something for nothing.

And he's not even Jewish.

- Evening, gentlemen. - Evening, sir.

Evening.

Whose music is that? And I use the term advisedly.

- That's the great sound of The Robins. - No.

I mean the man who would purchase such swill.

- That would be me. - That would be I.

- Have you a name? - McGivern.

- And you? - Mr Cleary.

I happen to be the new housemaster.

Turn it off, please.

One's cultural environment ought to be as important

as the air he breathes and the food he eats.

- Surely, in your day, you had music? - Yes, and my day has not passed.

Dave Brubeck, Ray Anthony,

Les Elgart, Mitch Miller,

Les Baxter, Roger Williams...

We'll have no problem.

Gentlemen, we all have to live here.

But we're not going to bring the jungle into my house, thank you very much.

God, Greene, where did you get the balls?

- You are in. - I hope all the teachers aren't like him.

Most are OK. Who'd you get for History?

- Gierasch. - Me, too. He's tough.

- French? - Renard.

Good. We'll get him talking and go to sleep.

- You shower morning or night? - Night.

Hurry up. We'll just make it before lights out.

What a beautiful day.

Renard will be a breeze.

Well...

Well, well.

My musical upstairs neighbours.

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