Jim Thorpe - All-American Page #4

Well, I guess you know

what you're doing, Pop.

Remember, these people came here

to see a track meet.

They'll see one. Call your first event.

Come on, team.

Get on your marks.

Get set...

We've read all about you, Mr. Thorpe,

and we're very proud of you.

Thank you.

I'm sure we can have this sewn on for you.

I'll get one of the girls. Come with me.

Margaret?

- Yes, Miss Benton?

- Will you come here a minute, please?

Margaret, this is Jim Thorpe.

He's won his letter

and he wants us to sew it on for him.

- Will you be good enough?

- Certainly, Miss Benton.

- About here?

- Yes, I guess so.

- Would you take your sweater off, please?

- Yes, please.

Won't you sit down?

- Here you are, Mr. Thorpe.

- Thank you.

There.

Oh, I'm sorry, a loose thread.

Excuse me.

- There, I think that will do it.

- Thank you, ma'am.

Oh, that's fine, Margaret.

Thank you very much.

Hey, chief, bedtime.

- Hey, what are you mumbling about?

- American history bad.

What have you got

against American history?

White man lick Indian, he win great battle.

Indian lick white man, massacre.

Crazy!

I never thought about that.

Crazy!

See? Captain of the football team.

That's how you get the prettiest girls

and the biggest letters.

- Hello, Bright Path.

- Hello.

"All candidates for football squad,

"please report to Coach Glenn S. Warner

at 3:
00 p.m."

Every time I look at this football schedule

I get dizzy.

We can't play teams of this caliber, Glenn.

Harvard, Army, Minnesota, Penn!

- Very impressive schedule.

- What're we gonna do for material?

Half the kids think

a pigskin's something to eat for breakfast.

- Pop.

- Hello, Jim.

Saw your notice on the bulletin board.

Kind of thought I might

like to look into this game of football.

Forget it, son. You're a track man.

These legs of yours are too valuable

to be risked in a tough game like football.

But I thought maybe

if you needed someone to...

Thanks for trying to help. Forget it, Jim.

Any chance of using me, Mr. Warner?

- What for?

- Oh, some kind of executive job.

I've been taking a class

in business management.

I thought perhaps

I could help out in one of...

I've got just the job for you.

Executive job.

Now, boys, remember what I told you.

Heads up, eyes open,

dig those legs in and charge.

Hit them hard.

Ready. Charge!

No, no, no, Little Boy.

I told you to dig those legs in and hit him.

- Him no stand still.

- Well, that's very inconsiderate of him.

All right, now, try it again.

Hit him hard this time.

Ready. Come on, come on! Now, charge!

Hey, watch the wind when you kick!

- What are you doing in that outfit?

- I thought I'd come out for the team.

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