Three on a Match

How's that?

- Hey, Mary, your bloomers are showing.

- What do I care?

Mary!

I hate black bloomers, don't you?

- What color are yours?

- Pink.

Bob, come here.

I've got something to tell you.

Don't go, Bobby.

- Lf you do, I'll be mad.

- Oh, yeah?

All right, Bob, I'll meet you.

You know where.

I know where you're going, Mary.

Children, children, order! Order.

Now, ready.

"Look forward and not back,

"look out and not in,

"look up and not down,

"and lend a hand. "

Willie Goldberg, would you keep quiet?

Willie Goldberg?

Oh, I'd like to be your mother

for just about two minutes.

- I'll speak to Pop about that.

- Order!

Has anyone seen Mary Keaton?

She was here this morning,

and I'm sure I saw her in the yard

a few minutes ago.

Did you want to say something, Vivian?

Why... Why, no, Miss Blazer.

Where did you get these, Max?

- Oh, my mom smokes them all the time.

Boy, it's a good thing

she don't roll her own.

Yeah, it is.

Say, Max, that's a nice piece of goods

you got there.

- Yeah, pretty swell.

- Nice suit.

You've got a good suit yourself, Willie.

- I got two pair of pants with this suit.

- Say, how do you like my suit, Willie?

- It's all right.

- You bet it's all right.

- Aren't you scared?

- No, why should I be?

- I'll bet Mary is catching it all right.

- It serves her right.

- I feel sorry for her.

- Well, I don't see why.

Mary, look at me.

If I permit you to join your classmates

out on that platform,

will you strive to do your best

from this day forward?

Will you listen to this fine mother of yours

and do what she expects of you?

Yes, sir.

All right, then, take your place.

Thank you, Mr. Gilmore.

I'm sure Mary will not disappoint you.

She's not a bad girl, Mr. Gilmore.

She's just not serious enough.

She's too full of fun.

I am the last person to disapprove of fun

at the right time.

But there is also a time for work.

Hello, Mr. Gilmore.

The first diploma tonight will be awarded

to Miss Phylis Fraser.

Now, I take pleasure in graduating

the class prophet, little Willie Goldberg.

Four score and seven years ago

when our forefathers

brought into this continent a new nation...

Now I shall award a diploma to the girl

earning the highest marks ever attained

by anyone in this school.

The class valedictorian,

Miss Ruth Westcott.

Lastly, but not least,

I shall award a diploma to the girl

voted by her class the most popular,

Vivian Revere.

Rise!

"Look forward and not back,

"look out and not in,

"look up and not down,

"and lend a hand. "

Good luck to all of you.

- Thank you, Mr. Gilmore.

Oh, Ruth, what are you going to do now?

- I'm going home.

- I mean, about school?

- Are you going to high school?

- I can't.

I think I'll go to business college

so I can learn to work.

Are you going to high school?

Oh, no. Mother said

I could go to an exclusive boarding school.

Gee, that's fine.

I wonder what will happen to Mary.

Oh, she'll probably go to reform school.

Will you stop reminding me of heaven

when I'm so close to the other place?

What's the matter, Mary?

Don't you like our little hotel?

Oh, I think it's swell.

The ventilation is great,

my room has a southern exposure,

the rates are cheap,

but somehow or other,

the atmosphere is too confining.

Don't let it get you down, kid.

At least we don't have to wait in line

for a bowl of soup like they do outside.

Don't be always a-stewing, dearie.

You only get your insides in an uproar.

And for what?

You're in and you're gonna stay in

until they get even with you

for busting the rules.

Yeah, I'm in all right,

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