Harold Teen (Warner Bros.) (1934)

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SIX CHARACTERS HAROLD TEEN (Hal LeRoy): Cub reporter—and would be Great Lover. LILLUMS LOVEWELL (Rochelle Hudson) : Harold’s fickle minded sweetheart. LILLUMS (Chic Chandler): Harold’s roughneck rival. PARMALEE: High School Principal. PHOTOGRAPHER: Takes picture of Covina High graduat ing class. SHADOW: Inquisitive small town boy. Other bits may be played by local High School pupils who are needed to create atmosphere—cheer leader—razzing voices—and so on. If the parts are played by home-town boys and girls it will be good for news stories before and after the broadcast. ——oooEEEEE————————eeeEe=eeEOOOEOeee eee — Regular Station announcements followed by ANNOUNCER: By special arrangement with Manager ............ CEN ror eyecare Theatre, Station KPIR is able to offer you flashes of the hilariously human action of “Harold Teen,” Warner Bros. clever picturization of the Carl Ed comie strip of the same name. Harold Teen himself is played in the picture by the gangling, good-looking, nimblekneed young Broadway comedian and dancer, Hal LeRoy. Harold’s girl friend, Lillums, is done with school-girlish charm by Rochelle Hudson. Others prominent in the cast are Patricia Ellis, Hugh Herbert, Hobart Cavanaugh, Doug Dumbrille, Eddie Tamblyn, Chic Chandler, Guy Kibbee, Clara Blandick, Mayo Methot, Richard Carle and Charles Wilson—not to mention scores of Hollywood High School boys and_ girls. Murray Roth directed. Mr. (name of Narrator) will give you a brief outline of the story. NARRATOR: Harold Teen, as enterprising as he is blundering, is a eub reporter on the Covina Crier and in the throes of the most violent puppy love for fetching little Lillums Lovewell of Covina High. She returns his regard after a manner—but is also impressed by the technique of roughneck “Lilacs” who cramps Harold’s sytle. The depression has hit the town, and H. H. Snatcher, a big-shot from Wall Street, has come to straighten things out. Harold crashes into the Snatcher offices—and the two become friendly. Harold’s joy is marred, however, by the fact that H. H. Snatcher, who is a widower, pretends to be in love with Lillums. Snatcher’s grown daughter, Mimi, comes to Covina to straighten out her dad, and at once sets her cap for Harold —so Lillums is as jealous of Mimi as Harold is of H. H. The graduating class of Covina High School is on the steps ready to get the class picture taken— Mr. Parmalee, the suave Principal, viewing proceedings with a practiced eye. (murmur of many voices). He sees Harold ambling up with his note pad to get his story for the Crier. The photographer is desperately trying to get the boys and girls quiet so he can snap them: PHOTOG: (loud wheedling voice) BOYS! Boys and GIRLS! (murmur keeps up). Professor Parmalee, I sk=ll be compelled to fold my tr? 1 unless you get some order vut of this—er— chaos! PARMALEE: (blows whistle) Ladies and GENTLEMEN! (murmur decreases) Or are you? YOU who are going out in the world armed with your DIPLOMAS! Ready to fight the— (murmur finally hushed). PHOTOG: Thank, you, Professor Parmalee! PARMALEE: (smugly) My friend—they are fine young men and women—just-ah—full of life you know—just as you and I were, at their age! PHOTOG: (as if to a flock of babies) Hold it, if you please, boys and girls! (Girl screams— pandemonium breaks out again, laughter, shouts. Parmalee’s whistle shrills ominously—silence follows). PARMALEE: (with injured dignity) Graduates of Covina High! I am grieved! Grieved to the heart that— PHOTOG: (interrupting) Now! NOW! Just one moment, please! (Awful silence ... click of camera) That’s all! (the hubbub is louder than ever—cat calls— whistles—giggles—through it may be heard Parmalee’s voice, welcoming Harold). PARMALEE: Well, well, if it isn’t my old pupil Harold! Or I suppose * should say Mr. Teen— now that you’re one of our rising journalists! HAROLD: (embarrassed) Oh, no—just eall me Harold, Professor Parmalee. PARMALEE: There they are, Harold, there they are! Looks rather natural, doesn’t it? Only a year ago, you were standing there! HAROLD: (feeling very ancient) Yes sir, Professor (sighs) Seems a long time ago, doesn’t it? PARMALEE: (realizing the youthful dignity, and half-kiddingly—) Yes, Harold, old man, time does fly! ‘Tempis fuget’ as we say! HAROLD: It’s nice to look back—isn’t it? Good old Covina High! PARMALEE: And Covina is proud of you, Harold! (sound of slap-on-the-back) HAROLD: Thanks, Professor. PARMALEE: (struck by a big idea) And listen! Why didn’t I think of it before. The graduating class will, I am sure, appreciate a little talk from an honored alumnus! HAROLD: (sheepishly) Well — I didn’t really — I mean I haven’t— PARMALEE: (encouragingly) Anyone who writes as fluently as you do, Harold, should be at no loss for words! HAROLD: Well, I don’t think je PARMALEE: (blowing his whistle—chatter hushes) Boys and girls—we have with us an old Covina High graduate who is making his way up the ladder in journalism, as you know! I have asked him to make a little speech! How about it, girls and boys! (wild approval—boos—hisses—cries of ‘Speech’—fading) Go ahead, son! HAROLD: (clearing his throat) Ladies and gentlemen—I mean— Boys and Girls—rather—er— Graduates of the High School Class of 1933. I AM PROUD TO BE WITH YOU—I am proud to be here—ah—I am proud you’re listening to me—I—I—I am proud to see you—I am very happy—(suppressed giggling heard) PARMALEE: (clapping his hands) Fine, fine, my boy—go on! HAROLD: It is a very nice thing to graduate—I know, for I too once graduated little knowing what the future had in store. That is one thing we must never forget (off, a groan—giggles— “hush up’—) The FUTURE is ALWAYS AHEAD OF US! (warming up to it) All my success I owe to the fact that I attended Covina! SHE—IT—the School, I mean, taught me to hitch your wagon to a star! PARMALEE: Good! right, Harold! HAROLD: (desperate now and sweating blood) Never say die and you can rest assured that you ean carry the honor and glory of Covina to the uttermost parts of the World (as an _ afterthought) if you're going there! Thank you—thank you very much! (Deafening applause— hoarse voices in the crowd spelling the name of the school fiercely “C-0-V-I-N-A — COVINA! RAH, RAH, RAH!” as through the clamor comes Lillum’s sweet shrill kiddish voice) LILLUMS: Wasn’t that a beeutiful speech? Such thoughts and things— BOY: (scornfully) I think it was lousy— LILLUMS: (off) All right for you, smarty! PARMALEE: (as the hubbub fades) That was fine, Harold! Inspiring! HAROLD: Oh—it was just an impromptitudinous sort of thing! (nonchalantly) Oh, by the way, Prof, would you mind okaying this program—for the editor of my paper! PARMALEE: Most certainly, Harold! VOICES: (off, chanting volcanically) H-A-R-O-L-D—HAROLD! HEEZA WOW! HEEZA WOW! HOOZA WOW? HAROLD! (vocies fainter in distance) HAROLD: (calling eagerly) Hi, LILLUMS! LILLUMS: (startled) Why, Harold Teen—you shouldn’t creep up on me like that—You frightened me! HAROLD: (suddenly spoony) Gee, you look swell, Lillums! New dress? LILLUMS: Mm. HAROLD: I ain’t seen you for TWO DAYS! LILLUMS: (sighing, weight of the world on her) I’ve been busy, Harold—awfully busy! It seems funny—graduating! So, you know, FINAL! Make you feel sort of sad, you know what 1 mean. HAROLD: (sympathetically) Yes, but it’ll wear off after while. Goin, straight home? LILLUMS: Uh, uh— HAROLD: (wistfully) Then ean. I= LILLUMS: (breaking in, as if disappointed) Oh, no—that is— Pop is giving a farewell party for the graduates—at the Sugar Bowl. HAROLD: (disappointed) Oh —just graduates. LILLUMS: Mm. HAROLD: Well—I could drive you down to the Sugar Bowl in my flivver—if you WANTED me to. LILLUMS: (thinking it very romantic) I think that would be very chivalrous of you, Harold. HAROLD: I'll take you home now—my ear’s just around the corner — (suddenly) Oh, excuse me, Lillums (fading) I gotta— LILLUMS: (to herself) Well I like that—running off and letting me stand here like a— HAROLD: (voice off, calling back) Glad it’s okay—Professor. My editor’s waiting for it, see. (breathlessly speaking to Lillums) It’s the program—Parmalee was giving it the final doubleo. Now we’ll— You’re LILLUMS: (miffed) Oh, course if you’re too busy— HAROLD: Gee, no, Lillums. C’mon. (thoughtfully) Say, Parmalee’s a very fine man, know it? LILLUMS: (doubtfully) Yes, but stern. (sighs) It seems as he grows older he gets sterner. HAROLD: Well, we can’t stay young forever. LILLUMS: True! Take graduating now—you know it makes me feel very maternal. HAROLD: (surprised) Huh? LILLUMS: You know, oldishlike. HAROLD: (finding the right word) You mean mature. LILLUMS: Yeah, that’s the word. HAROLD: (proud of his wide knowledge) Mature and maternal ain’t a bit alike. One’s one thing, and one’s another. You'll find out, later in life. LILLUMS: Why, look yonder! There comes Shadow with a package. Who’s it for do you suppose! HAROLD: Gee whiz! his fingers) SHADOW: (off, but nearing) Hey Harold—here’s that junk you bought over to Pop’s. You left it on the sodywater counter— HAROLD: Thanks, Shadow. Gimme it? SHADOW: If I had knew who it was for, ’'d have took it to ’em—Them’s swell chawklets— best Pop’s got in his store— And five pounds—gosh! HAROLD: (sulkily) what are you waitin’ for? SHADOW: Me? Oh, nothii’= HAROLD: (a bold bad man now) Well, I’ve got it, haven’t I. So—SCRAMBLE, EGG! SHADOW: Okay. (off) Bet I know who it’s for— (snaps Well, HAROLD: (calling gruffly) Beat it, YOU! LILLUMS: Whoever in the world IS it for, Harold? HAROLD: (sheepishly) Go ahead, open it. It’s for YOU. Sort of a graduating present, see? LILLUMS: (rustling of paper, string snapped) WHY, HAROLD! Just a eard would have been enough! Oh, I’m that nervous my fingers are all— HAROLD: Dontya go and drop it now! LILLUMS: Why, it’s not CHAWKLETS—It’s — ‘Maiden’s Prayer’ it says— HAROLD: (proudly) It’s PERFUMERY! LILLUMS: “Maiden’s Prayer” isn’t that the loveliest name— and such a lot of it. But you shouldn’t, Harold—spend so much money on ME—you really shouldn’t! (suddenly almost shrieking) WHY HAROLD! Look at this! HAROLD: Gee I meant to take the price tag off! LILLUMS: (reading with awe) “$22.50 marked down from $30 it says! Twenty-two-fifty. My heavens, Harold—you shouldn’t —all that money—where did you ever get it? HAROLD (with finality) I got it. That’s all that matters. LILLUMS: (meaning it) But it’s wrong for ladies to take expensive presents from strange men. HAROLD: (incensed) What do you mean strange—we been hangin’ around together for years— why we’re practically enga— LILLUMS: Hush, please! Oh —I love this ‘Maiden’s Prayer’ But so much money! How did you ever get it together—with your salary, I mean— HAROLD: Needn’t twit me about my salary—if I did go and tellya how much I’m gettin’— LILLUMS: I’m not twitting, Harold! But how did you? HAROLD: (cornered) Oh—I figured out a plan!— C’mon now, kid—Leapin’ Lena’s just around the corner— LILLUMS: Oh, are you really gonna drive me home, too, Harold! HAROLD: Sure! Why not? LILLUMS: (excitedly) Oh, LOOK, LOOK Harold—that man’s getting into your car! HAROLD: (calling) Hey, fella —what are you doin’?— That’s my car! FINANCE MAN: (off, gruffly) It WAS your ear. It belongs to the finance company now. You're a month behind! (sound of car staring and wheezing off in the distance). HAROLD: Gee! LILLUMS: (all sympathy) Don’t mind Harold—it might have happened to anybody— HAROLD: (still dazed by it) Aw, but to think it had to happen in front o’ you—Lillums! LILLUMS: Oh, that’s nothing, Harold—and this is such a wonderful gift—l’l1—I’ll keep it near me always— and think of you! HAROLD: (quite overcome) Will you really, Lillums? LILLUMS: Cross my heart, I will—(sound of crashing bottle) Oh, oh, oh—I’ve dropped it, Harold—I’m sorry—awful sorry—I could—(almost crying) HAROLD: (softly) Aw, forget it, Lillums— LILLUMS: Oh, but I can’t— Harold—I ¢-can’t— HAROLD: (as if it doesn’t matter) Aw—it probably would have smelled fierce—anyway. LILLUMS: No—it was lovely! (sound of car, off, honking) HAROLD: (disgusted) Gee, look whé’s comin’— LILLUMS: (not displeased Why, it’s Lilacs! HAROLD: Ain’t that my luck— LILLUMS: Why you like Lilacs, Harold— HAROLD: Oh, do I? LILACS: (off, breezily through news of halting car) Hi, Blonde and Beautiful! (ear halts) Who’s your B. F. Well, if it ain’t the kid journalist himself. Hiya, BIG SHOT! HAROLD: (rather sulkily) Hi, Lilacs. LILACS: Hop in, Lillums—U’ll drive you down to the Sugar Bowl. LILLUMS: (hopefully) Can you drop Harold off at the Crier office? LILACS: Sorry, Queen o’ the May. This is a special car, direct to Pop’s joint—FOR GRADUATES ONLY. Alumnuses Verboten. HAROLD: (under his breath) Go ahead, Lillums. They’re waitin’ for you. I’! walk. LILLUMS: (tenderly) I hate to—leave you—Harold. HAROLD: (almost whispering) Oh, that’s all right. LILACS: (masterfully) C’mon Lillums! LILLUMS: (weakening) Well, I suppose I— LILACS: HURRY, HURRY, TRAIN LEAVING ON TRACK 8! (ear moving off—calls back) See you later in life—Mister Teen! (to Lillums as the car speeds up) Move in Lillums, old dish—get cuddly! (car speeds off—sound growing fainter) NARRATOR: And this, friends, is but a glimpse of the seriocomie story of ‘Harold Teen’! It’s a rushing, heart-warming drama of youth and love—with three gay songs you'll like—Sweet and Simple,’ ‘Two Little Flies on a Lump of Sugar’ and ‘How Do I Know it’s Sunday.’ Bring all the family—for all the family will see themselves in “Harold Teen” Pi at oY: kale re aah Theatre............ next. Until then, goodbye and GOOD LUCK. 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