Screenland (May-Oct 1940)

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I think you need a good spanking. Here, Fred," he nodded to the waiter standing superciliously by, "put him in a taxi and see that the driver gets the right address." Andy had never felt so humiliated in his life. So this was how people were treated when they didn't have any money. As if they were dirt or something. How easy things would have been if he had been born a millionaire. He wouldn't have to try to meet Daphne then. She'd probably be running after him. It was only after he got home that he discovered he had lost Betsy's father's stud and that it cost four hundred dollars. But before he had a chance to sink his teeth into this new disaster he saw the letter from Polly and Beezy enclosing the proof of the new cover for the school magazine. It was a composite picture of a snapshot of Andy looking with idiotic rapture into the photographed face of Daphne Fowler, and it was titled, "The Most Interesting Achievement of the Month by a Student." Clipped to it was the terse message : "This is the cover we're using unless you can send us a better one." Judge Hardy saw the look on Andy's face as he hastily stuffed the letter into his pocket. "I've problems of my own, son," he said hesitantly, "but I'd like to help you if I can." "You can't help this," Andy said dully. "It isn't your fault you were born what you were and that I'm what I am. Why couldn't our family have money ! And family trees, and all that stuff." "You have a family tree," the judge said gravely. "Parents and grandparents and great grandparents, just like every living soul in the world." "I don't mean that !" Andy said help lessly. "I mean class, money, social position. Why aren't we somebodies instead of nobodies? For the first time in my life I've realized I'm not as good as someone else." The Judge had been through many things with his son, but never anything like this — never anything that had hurt so much. All the great things, the fine ideals he had hoped to instill in him were threatened. "You're not, eh?" The Judge's voice was cold. "You come with me!" It was to the Hall of Fame he took him, the home of America's great. There stood the statues of the men who had brought glory to the United States, the sons of whom their country was proudest. Most of them had come from the same wide middleclass as Andy had sprung from, and some had fought their way up from poverty to reach undying fame, immortal proof of the privilege of being born in a democracy. "I never thought I'd hear you, my own son, denying the very soil you walk on," the Judge said quietly. "Soil earned for you by the blood and tears of men who said that all men in America should be equal. It's a heritage you should fight to keep instead of kicking it around and snivelling about money and social position." "Equal, that's funny !" Andy said bitterly. "That's a lot of hooey. A bunch of hicks thought it up because they didn't come over on the Mayflower. Anyway, what's all this gotta do with the fact that I'm going back to Carvel to face the worst punishment a guy ever had to take?" "Punishment ?" The Judge's smile twisted "Over there's a man who took a lot of punishment. Abraham Lincoln. He was born a poor boy, too." That was fine a hundred years ago," Andy said hotly. "A guy had a chance then. But now, what chance have we got in New York? I'm nothing but a hick and you — you're nothin' but a small town judge that nobody ever heard of." The Judge had difficulty in restraining himself but he put his hand gently on his son's shoulder. "Let's go home, Andrew," he said quietly. He hadn't convinced Andy, but he had begun to convince himself. Thoughts of patriotism were good for a man who felt himself defeated. Thoughts like that put the fight back in a man's heart. After all, what good was it to be born in a democracy unless you took the ideals of that democracy and applied them to your own problems? Judy Gariand and Mickey Rooney, expert young tennis players, took time out from "Andy Hardy Meets Debutante" to play with Lester Stoeffen and Bill Tilden at the recent benefit matches. SCREENLAND