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Show Page Four " r . - ' 7 7"" " ""'" : .. , V.'-'.. . : j i .V '.' : v - called out to hla associates. "I'm taking Andrew to Wainright this afternoon." Andy's mood was one of deepest dejection when he came downstairs from his room an hour or two later, bag In hand. "What's wrong, Andrew?" his mother inquired. "Nothing, Mom nothing much, the boy -eDlied "It's something about your father, I isn't it?" Mrs. Hardy persisted. "Please please, Mom," Andy answered. "This is my last few minutes at home and I dont want to spoil it." "Andrew, you're about to start for college that makes you a man," his mother said sternly. "Well, your father's only a man and if there's anything wrong between be-tween you, you go to him right now and speak out!" "I'd rather go to the electric chair, Mom," was Andy's agonized answer but he went. . In his owa room Judge James angrily. . "Zes, mer Andy defended. "What you want to do may ruin my whole college career!" , ' The situation had gotten out or hand as Andy had been sure it would. "That's pretty plain taiK from a boy of your years, the Judge replied severely. "I gotta talk plain!" Andy insisted. in-sisted. "Please, Dad this is a crisis! Can't you forget you're a father and, just for once, be an innocent by-stander? Couldn't you please try and think of me 113 'J you were a college kid yourself-Oh, yourself-Oh, I know it's hard for an old man like you to go back really to being a boy again but couldn t you try... for my sake?" "Go on, please," his father said quietly. , "Can you pretend as if yu,Jf back starting for college yourself. You think you're a big grown-up but inside you're only eighteen. You're leaving home maybe for good! Because when you finish college you're going to be on your own and you're never gonna run back home unless you're licked really licked! So when you start for college you're not gonna think of ever being licked or scared! But you are scared . . . even though you're giving out with the big bazoa! You're scared that maybe you won't make good now that you're going to a big strange place with hundreds of strange fellas you never saw before and no co-eds even . . .!" Andy's pitifully serious oration just couldn't help being interrupted with this plaintive plain-tive note when he thought of his tangled and thwarted love-life! "And then your father brings you to school," he continued quietly, " to the school where he's been a "Oh, Dad-l knew you'd get here-l knew u!" cried Andy. ANDY HARDY'S DOUBLE LIFE Adapted from the Metro-Goldwyn Metro-Goldwyn -Mayer Picture by RANDALL M. WHITE CAST OF CHARACTERS Judge Hardy . . tw Slon Andy Hardy . . . Mfcd.y Rooney Marian Hardy , - , . . Ccl!ia Parfcar Mn. Hardy . ) a f' Holden you're the girl I'd like to be lost on a desert island with!" Andy snatched aside a pair of curtains. Sheila and Polly, almost bursting with suppressed suppress-ed laughter, were bent over a email portable recording phonograph phono-graph which was playing back the interesting dialogue it had been privileged to hear. "I get it that's why you got me over to the hedge," said Andy slowly, addressing himself to Sheila. "You Bluebeard! You double-crossing, double-crossing, two-timing Lothario! You wolf! You vulture!" cried Polly in an ecstacy of merrl- monr BYNPOHIH: Awh) Ifardis (Mickey Rooney) fiffiyrtti to settle his estate on tkn eve of his departure lor college have plunged him into dlHwulties. He's "John Doe", dvfentUmt in a damage suit because he'e still legal owner of tkn jalopy he has tried to sell. He needs money to pay delivery charges on another car he owns. In an effort to "chill off folly Benedict (Ann Rutherford), Ruther-ford), he has fallen into a trap she has set for him with the aid of Bheila (Esther Williams.) Wil-liams.) Worst of all, his father (Lewis Btone) is determined to accompany him to Wainright which he himself attended. Andy hopes to placate his father fur several reasons by solving the riddle of the little red wagon, Exhibit A, In a troublesome trouble-some court case. Polly Benedict . ,. , . Ann Rutherford Aunt Millie . . a , . Sara Haden Sholla Brooke , e e Eslner Wlllitmt Jetl Willie . . . William LundgaB "Botsy" . . . . Robert Plusrd "Tooky" Booby Slake Wainright College Qirl . . Sueen Pelere big shot! When he's gone the fel- las will say: There goes that Hardy kid. He had tea In the President's study the first day he got here. His father was a tin monument here back in Civil War days. Sure, brothers pass up that Hardy kid he's Just a pantle-waist!" pantle-waist!" "So you're frightened, are you?" his father exclaimed with a last bitterly cruel challenge. "Yes, I'm frightened," Andy answered, an-swered, " but only that something some-thing will kep me from being what I want to be and what you yourself your-self have always hoped I'd be!" The Judge had turned to the window. His son couldn't see his face as he said: "I won't go with you to Wainright, Andrew!" "Oh, thank you, sir," the boy cried, almost in tears, " but but this won't make any difference any difference In your feelings for me, will it?" "Of course not, son now run along," his father replied slowly, still turned toward the window. Andy was far from sure that his last great cloud had not merely lifted to give place to another when he left his father standing there by he window. And he was even less sure when he failed to thrill at the change he found in Polly Benedict and even Sheila when he stopped there once again on his way to the station. They had tortured him enough, they declared, de-clared, for his philandering. Kisses and promises of "hotsy" letters from both were his final "punishment." "punish-ment." Not until his train stood panting in the station did the sun really burst through. All Carvel must have gasped as the conservative Hardy sedan dashed through the streets, e Tonr tiro. . flnttpr than a nan- Andy's dirtiest look was for Shelia as he strode out and even her "Be a sport, Andrew!" didn't stop it. A loaded lumber truck, a little red wagon, and a jumbo lollypop "the biggest sucker in town" were waiting at Andy's next appointment. ap-pointment. Judge James Hardy and little Tooky Stedman were there too. Andy directed the "re-enactment of the crime." Tooky found no difficulty in seeing the lollvpop suspended sus-pended from the load of lumber and he didn't crash into it on this second "bellywhopper" down the hill. He knew, too, it was raspberry rasp-berry not chocolate when he claimed it as a prize because it was red. "Let's get to court, Andrew!" the eminent Judge Hardy cried with a very undignified grin. Mrs. Stedman and Tooky got damages. The next case, "Mr. Alvin R. Binks vs. John Doe," was not so easy. "Who's John Doe?" Judge Hardy inquired perfunctorily without looking up from his sheaf of papers. He was shocked by Andy's voice which said: "It's me I'm John Doe, Dad I mean Judge!" "Why, son, you didn't tell me you were in this accident," his father exclaimed. "I wasn't and I'm afraid it's your fault I'm here," the defendant replied meekly. "You drew up the paper which left me the owner of the jalopy even after Botsy and the other boys were operat- Hardy, Wainright alumnus, wasn't quite as far along with his packing. pack-ing. Each article that went into his bag was being placed there with almost loving care. His mood was merry when Andy entered timidly. "Almost packed," he said without looking up. "Dad I I suppose years ago your father found it kinda hard to to let you go?" Andy ventured. "You mean to let me leave home oh, I suppose so," the Judge replied. re-plied. "No I don't mean that not exactly," Andy explained haltingly. halting-ly. "I mean to to let go of you to let you be on your own." "You mean 'living your own life,' eh?" his father assisted, still busy with his bags. "Yeah living his own life," Andy burst out, his thoughts crowding crowd-ing his words, " seeing my own life from my own viewpoint . . . instead of through your eyes!" The Judge started and there was serious attention in his voice when he answered: "Oh, in my case ... it was so long ago " Andy saw the opening and plunged on. "We've made a a kinda habit of man-to-man talk, haven't we, Dad?... But those weren't really man-to-man I was just a kid pretending . . . Lots of times, after they were over, you'd kinda laugh at me, wouldn't you?" "Why are we destroying this pleasant illusion now?" his father countered. Chapter Three It was tho day. Time has the habit of flying no matter how much one may want to clip its svlnga. Only ridiculously unimport-nnt unimport-nnt details of his departure for Wainright remained within Andy's control when Friday dawned. All olse was on the knees of the gods. Aunt Milly came into his room with a box of cookies as he was packing. She had expected confusion con-fusion but not the chaos which confronted her. "Why, Andrew," she exclaimed pointing to mutilated pictures of "old flames" which littered lit-tered the floor, "aren't you going to tako these with you?" "I'm burning my bridges behind me," his boy she loved replied gloomily. "You sound as though you were getting married," Aunt Milly laughed laugh-ed ns she went out the door and tho word3 stabbed him like a bayonet. An auto horn honked outside. It wns Andy's better car from New York. "Dad put me on the train lust night, paid my fare, paid for tho gas, and here I am back home wit)i fnrtv ron(a nrnfiH" TVTni-inr cake perilously riding on a little red coaster wagon! "Oh, Dad I knew you'd get here I knew it!" cried Andy in near hysteria. ...and there was something on the train, as it pulled out, that helped a little too! Protruding from a compartment into the aisle was a piece of smart luggage marked with a Wainright pennant. Swaggering past to "meet one of the fellas," Andy looked down into the face of "the most beautiful girl in the world!" "Oh, excuse my boner," he saM in confusion as he turned aw "I thought you were another Wainright Wain-right student." "It wasn't a bonei" I am," was the surprising answer. "You're klddin' they cton.'t have co-eds at Wainright", Anuy said confidently. "Oh, bu. this year... they do!" the beautiful one replied. "Woo-woo!" was all the Car"-" Don Juan could say as hi r I lapsed into the seat beside hei THE END. Printed In V. S. A. Copyright 1942 by Loew'c Tnj. explained proudly as she climbed out from behind the wheel. "Gee, els and to think of all the years I've thought you just a useless expense," said Andy contritely. con-tritely. "It's getting late. I'll see you at the station. Right now I gotta seo a girl and jilt her out of marrying me!" "You what?" shrieked Marian as Andy ran down the walk. Prentiss, tho Benedict butler, naked no questions when he admitted admit-ted Andy this time. "Miss Sheila is expecting you in the library," he snid. Andy went In like a condemned con-demned man walking the "last mile". The room seemed deserted but he heard Sheila's voice In something straniely familiar. "... but you're thinking of me as a sister," it said. Then from the same comer of the untenanted room he heard his own voice in a speech he had had nil lty of time to regret he had tver uttered. "Exactly the opposite!" oppo-site!" rang out. "I've had other N.c.nen in mv life. I even thourht 1 v;-:i mrdly In love with Pollv .'eneii!?t. But you the wav you L!i-.ders.and me honest, Sheila, ing it." "It is obvious that I must disqualify dis-qualify myself from hearing this case," announced Judge Hardy, sober and worried. "Oh, no Judge we trust you implicitly," the plaintiff broke in. "Only principle is involved. The only issue is whether Andy's car had brakes fit to operate." It was none other than Jeff Willis, in the doghouse all around with Sister Marian and the Judge who had "grounded" him for his own motor escapade who saved the day. He had seen the accident and testified that the jalopy swerved violently before it crashed into Mr. Binks' posy house a plain indication that the brakes had not only been applied but had held and probably locked. High noon on the day of his departure for college and most of Andy's troubles had been dissipated dis-sipated by the rising sun. Only one most serious of all remained. re-mained. Judge Hardy threw his arm affectionately af-fectionately around his son's shoulders shoul-ders as the pair prepared to leave the courtroom. "Won't be seeing you for a couple of weeks," he "Because this time I've gotta have a real man-to-man talk with you," Andy declared seriously, " not like a kid pretending not with you being big and me being little but really like two men talking .together . . . So, if you shouldn't want to stop well, stop being a . father and hit me in the face, well, it'd be all right with me . . ." "Why, why Andrew," the Judge exclaimed, "why should I want to hit you in the face?" "Because because what I gotta say . . . well, maybe it's going to hurt you!" was the boy's cryptic answer. "Dad, you mustn't come to Wainright with me," was the bomb he exploded! "But I've been counting on this for ten years," burst from the fond parent's lips, " to go back to the place where I had my small triumph. I, James K. Hardy, who worked my way through college I I and my own son!" "You see, Dad," interrupted Andy almost savagely, "you're saying 'I I'! You're not thinking of anything any-thing but yourself you're not once thinking of me!" "Of you?" exclaimed his father |