Bathing Beauty Page #4

Hey, what am I?

A coal miner or a student?

Oh, now, this is charming.

What is it, the Victoria swap shop?

Unfortunately, all our best rooms

are occupied.

I hope you'll be

very uncomfortable here.

Now, here's your sche...

Here's your schedule of classes.

You'll find them quite heavy.

Gosh, what a romantic spot

for a honeymoon.

Here is your book of rules

and regulations.

You know, you have

the longest eyelashes.

You're expected

to follow those implicitly.

Your hair's kind of silky.

Did you ever try braiding it?

We especially stress neatness,

truthfulness and punctuality.

You know,

I dream about you every night.

Now we come to the subject

of discipline.

Each student is allowed 100 demerits

per semester.

You're lovelier than I remembered.

And we give them very freely,

especially to you.

One hundred and out you go.

Well, I can hardly wait.

Oh, really?

And 20 demerits for insubordination.

How many demerits

for kissing a teacher?

Enough to expel you, you wolf.

Caroline, Caroline, are you all right?

Open the door.

How dare you lock that door.

Well, why not?

You're my wife, aren't you?

Open this door

or I shall be forced to break it down.

Call him off. Call him off.

Call him off. Call him off.

- Did this oaf attempt to molest you?

- What do you mean, oaf? I happen...

Steven Elliott, the new student here.

Oh, it seems I was a trifle hasty.

Please accept my apology, old man.

You see, I'm inclined to be a trifle touchy

where Miss Brooks is concerned.

Oh, yeah?

Who do you happen to be, bub?

Why, this is Professor Evans,

your botany professor, Mr. Elliott.

He knows all there is to know

about Tropaeolium.

"Nasturtiums" to you.

Yeah? Nasturtiums to you too.

Caroline, we must allow Mr. Elliott

to clean his room, mustn't we?

Yes, we certainly must.

He ought to be ashamed of himself.

Oh, and by the way, I almost forgot.

Here is your freshman beanie.

You will be required to wear it

at all times.

And...

...you may find this useful. Good day.

Thank you.

Come on, now.

Hurry.

Hey, come on.

Oh, will you do it, Miss Smith?

- Come on, please?

- Please, come on. Come on.

Ladies, please.

What are you talking about?

Come on, Smitty,

nobody can do it like you can.

Come on, please. Please, Smitty.

Now, girls, you know the rules.

- Come on, kids.

- Let's get rid of this stuff.

- Open the top. Let's get started.

- All right.

But if the faculty finds out,

I'll have to leave Victoria.

Lucky you.

That was super, Miss Smith.

- Now let's really get hot.

- Yeah.

Let's go below the border

for some South American jive.

- Yeah.

- Wonderful.

Okay, kiddies.

I mean, very well, ladies.

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