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April 10, Bushmiller

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1940.

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PORK

ANDY HARDY GETS

SPRING FEVER

THE curtain went up and there was THE

Polly as Tahula under a banana tree. Then, from the wings came Andy as the Rear Admiral, followed by an Ensign.

The Ensign saluted. "A tropic paradise

- indeed Admiral."

"Indeed," Andy agreed. "We need never Sec. to worry about supplies, Hendrickson.

A banana tree." Then be noticed. Tahula. "By Gad, Hendrickson, what a beautiful native girl." He strode forward. "What is your name?"

"Tahulu."

"Gad, Hendrickson, the child speaks Eng- lish." He turned to her

again. "How is it you speak the white man's language, Tabula?"

She explained prettily. "Many moons ago n steam canuc like one that brings you, came here across the

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great sea. The canoe, she sink, but one white god .. like you is saved. He marry native girl. She my mother, he

father. Here. my have something from his cont." She fished out a but- ton from her scanty cus- tume.

The Rear Admiral turned to his Ensign. "OT with your hat, Han- drickson. We are in the presence of our herole dead. We have found at las

Inst

the ghostly fate of those brave American heroes who were lost at sea in the great wind of '17.

Now he bowed grandly to Ta- hula. "You are pretty my child." A new and awe-inspiring thought. seemed to come to him. "Gad Hen- drickson, think of it. This for alive skinned creature is a dough- ter of the U.S. A.”

It was the first scene of the play and

the audience responded with a tremendous round of applause. The scenes that followed were equally triumphant, and finally the curtain fell. Then it rose again on the second act. A stogo night was de- reending and ns the Rear Admiral and Takula stood together, near the footlights, the moon began to and really appear little by title

"Emooth" at that. pretty "mo

Now the Rear Admiral was in the

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ask me why groovt. bitter man, Tahulo. Ah, what does a little unspoiled native girl,know of such things." Well, he told him- self in pleased surprise. Sickin' iPlaster was doin' all right up there with the moon.

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"But I can guess," Tabula said. You do not like us."

"No, no, you do not understand." "But how can you be so unhappy on a night like this-with the moon up above. In our happy country here, the moon is the-how do you say the harvest-time for love."

"Love" the Hear Admiral scoffed. "Not for me, little savage maiden. my father taught me that love and duty never can be mixed. And I am here on duty, Tahula."

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sibilitics, my family honour to think of."

"Tabula so unhappy. She want She to die in the blue lagoon." run back to the palm tree and the Rear Admiral went after her. He seemed a little uncertain, however, as she put up, her face to him. "You don' wan' Tahula lo dle, do YOU?"

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Then tears of humilia- her.

Now gathered in his eyes. the audience was greeting every line with suppressed laughter.

He pointed. "By yonder moon ! swear Tahula, that the day will come when I can return to this island Paradise and claim you for my wife

And as if he had summoned it, the moon did come onto the scene again, this time from the left. I made another dizzy are and im- mediately sank from view,

Every man, woman and child in the Auditorium promptly went into hysterics,

"You love Tabula, white god?" Polly asked, breathing delicately Into Andy's neck.

"I love you Tahula," he said, talking her into his arms.

But now the moon made its third appearance. This time it lurched across the sky as if it had been off on a drunk. The audience almost tore the roof off. They they howled, they belly-

1 come of sterner stock. Years ago yelled.

"But soon you will have finish the guns you put up on our island." "Ah yes." Andy began to get a lile worried, The moon seemed to be shifting. "But then I must snil away, back to my native land." "Do not go my strange white god. Tahula has love for

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There came a from backstage. It sounded sus- piciously like Stickin' Plaster's lad- der. And suddenly the moon bolt- ed in meantle are, clear neroka the backstage from right to left Then it dived from view.

Shricks of laughter arose from the nudience.

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ANDY wanted to die sight there on the spot. He tight enied la lina, howover, and went on, "But my country. calla. I have dutica, respon.

Slowly, the curtain descended on the love tableau.

Andy's face was buried on his make-up table when Miss Meredith came in. She bent over him. "I'm going to keep the boys out, Andy, until you can get hold of yourself." Hla volee was mußled. "But they laughed."

"Only at the moon. Not at you or Polly or the play. Now you just pick yourself up for that third act and you go out there and give such a performance that every- one'll forget the moon and think only of what you're saying. Be a Rood sport Andy" she coaxed. "Don't quit now." She smiled to herself as the called on the old cliche. "The show must go on, you know.".

The members of the cast were all waiting in the wings for him and, Andy notleed with satisfaction, looking mighty worried. Ho rone to the occasion, “Let's not talk about it any more fellas," he said In a Hamlet manner. To your

places men. The show must go on. “And now, if you don't mind I'd-like to be alone. I must get myself In the mood for the third gl."

He was in the midst of his mood when suddenly he heard a man's voice behind him. It brought him up with a start. It wasn't the voice, it was the way it had said, "Rose."

He turned and all the strength seemed to drain out of his ilmbs. There in the shadow Rose was kissing a tall young man, saying "Bil, Bill," over and over again and acting, acting--like-

A sob broke from Andy's throat, cob of anguish so acute that It seemed to tear him in two. Then. he was conscious that Sidney Mil- ler was there, pushing him on stage and telling him it was his cuc.

Hardly knowing where he waɛ. Andy walked out..

"You have come back to Ta- hula? Polly cried, running to him. Twice, slie sald the line but Andy stood there in silence, a tragic little figure in a Rear Ad miral's dress uniform. There was a giggle from the audience as the Prompter hissed his line.

the words Somehow through to Andy's numbed brain. With his heart.smashed to bits, he managed to stumble through it. "No. I love not come back to you, Tahula.

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The scene went on and each time he had to fumble stupidly for his dialogue. His eyes were clouded with tears, his lips would barely

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Why shouldn't I go?" the Promp- ter was whispering. Andy looked past him and then through his blurred vision he saw Rose and "B" take their places near the First Entranco.

Ils brain began to clear. He could see it all now. She was out there so that she could save the play. She didn't care about him. It was just the piny she was in- terested in. That's the way it had been all along.

"Why shouldn't. I go?" he said slowly, and tho. words came from his heart. He was looking past Polly, straight at Rose."Why shouldn't I go? Why shouldn't I leave someone as falihless as you are?"

"No, no," Tabula cried.

Polly was there in front of him but he was pouring out his heart to Rose alone.

gave you my

dreams," sold tragically","I walked with you in the moonlight. told you things about me no one cine has ever known." He was

mixing his own words now with those of the play. His voice rose Impassionedly, as he turned away from Polly and stopped closer to the footlights. "Things that no one ever know before," he cried, "do

No one but you." you hear?

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ONCE more Andy spoko his lines, laying bare his poor stripped heart. "Do you re- member the flowers I gave you, the white ones? I might. have guessed what you felt by the way you threw them aside."

Then, as the throbbing words Alled the Auditorium, the whole adolescent, comical little play took on meaning and stature. Polly stared at Andy, with wide awed audience was quiet. eyes. The Andy was giving a performance worthy of the greatest acter in the world and nobody but himself and Rose knew that he was meaning

he was saying. And every single word

I wns going to

to keep those flowers all my life," he cried, "but I've thrown them

them away now-- thrown them away along with my illusions about you." And from the bottom of his soul, came his pinint.

"Why didn't you tell me There

someone else? Why was didn't you tell me you were in love with someone else all the time?"

Polly pleked up her que. "No, TID,

choke tu. voice was Andy's "There's nothing you can say. Polly opened her mouth to sprak her line but she was stunned into allence. Andy was saying words that had never even been in the script. "I trusted you," he groaned in anguish, "and you betrayed me.”

"Andy

Andy darling," Polly "Give begged under her breath. me my eue."

His eyes had been following Race as she walked out of the

Bill. with theatre

Something a desire to brick him. a out their names, to hurl condemna- tions at them at the top of his voice! But all at once Polly did the only thing she could think of. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him squarely on the mouth.'

sureed up

Something happened to Andy." With her line ainst his, he sud- denly realized whore he was. Hix: cyrs widened..

My cue" Polly benged. And now it was not Andy, but' the Rear Admiral who swung around and faced her, siriking a

broad attitude. The show must go on. "There's nothing you con soy," he shouted and once again he was only an actor reading melodramatic tines from a high school play.

Polly picked it up. "Yes, yes, love you."

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"Go back to your sweetheart, Tell him he's, welcome to anyone or Ackle as you. As for me, thank

heuven I have my work.

this moment on="

And from

"No, no, have mercy," "From this moment on," the car Admiral roared. "I AM THROUGH WITH WOMEN!"

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HE turned and made a grand sweeping exit as his Tahula collapsed in tears.

There was riotous applause and Andy, fully aware that he merited this recognition, stepped out of his ragle exit walk long enough to bow graciously. The audience's

was this

almost

to

.

response hysterical,

Then it mounted in voltime as the volcano began to roar. Light came from the crater and the red flames began to lick out toward the sky. "Farewell, Farewell," Tabula called and with a wild gesture she fumped into the volcano.

It had been a wonderful evening for the Hardys and all that had been lacking was Andy's presence int start in the finale. They didn't fiveting until midnight but when twelve thirty struck everyone be- gan to show some anxiety. The Judre tried to keep his own worry to himself but when a telephone ent to the Benedict's house made lear that Andy hadn't gone Polly's

party 11 deep pala begun to grow at him.

it

to

Was it possible that he had underestimated Andy's stand -list night? But as the thought came, he preimptly went to the telephone. Rare Meredith was on the porch of her house when she heard the bell ringing inside.

"Goodnight darling," she whis- tenderly as Bill held her piered

close.

"Goodnight dear." They kissed and then he turned to go. "Until to-morrow, And remember-every minute Rose-how much I love you."

She hurried to the rear of the hall and picked up the receiver. "Hello.Yes. who Is 17 Judge Hardy?" Her heart turned over. Andy nol-home yot at this hour?. panic, she began to speak. "Judge Hardy, to-night after the play there was no chance to speak last sec, you alone. You night"

to

The Judge out in. "Andrew told me about last night. And I im- agine that after seeing your Mr. face Franklin he's ashamed to me,"

She was silent. Then she said slowly. "I can imagine what Andy thinks because he disappeared be fore I could explain."

The Judge put a plea into his voice. "My hands are tied, Miss Meredith. I wouldn't dare in- at this kind of trude on the

boy

And moment but if you could" suddenly a tender little idea came to him. "Miss Meredith, where were you and Andy last night when he-ncked you to marry him? In the Park Gardens?"

"Yes?"

"You can see them from your windows. Would you look and it there's anybody there now-"

smiled. She

She look." went to the French windows. Yes, a tiny pathetic figure was huddled the pergola.. It on the bench in was Andy, alone in a lost world. She went back to the telephone. "There is someone."

"I'm sure you knew what to do, don't you?"

I do. Goodnight ́ Judge Hardy."

SHE tiptoed down the path so that he wouldn't licar her coming. "Hello Andy," she scid, reaching the bench,

He looked at her as if the were "Hello" And an apparition. then, as she sat down, he said, not looking at her, "must've been quite A wind to-night. Flowers're almost gone."

Her voice was low. "I know' how you feel Andy,"

He asked wearily, "who is be?" She told the story as casually as possible. "Bill Franklin. He's a professor in the college I went to. You see Andy, he was part of the story I said I would tell you lost night."

"I remember "

She went on. "We fell in love last spring. But in the autumn he decided he didn't have enough money to marry me. So I went nway. He came after me to-night because he's just won an endow- ment to do research and travel." He wouldn't even wanan at her and his tono was implacable as ho said, "I'd have earned enough.”

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She didn't quite know what: to she do with that. "Of course,' agreed helplessly.

Now his voice deepened into hote. "He let you cry by deadly, yourself at night."

"Yea Andy. But he was miisor- able too.'

and

His words come rough harsh. "I would never hurt you up and that way." He jumped turned a defiant back toward her.

She rose too, then walked around and faced him.

"Andy"

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yes were hurt, bewilder "You've no right to do this to

"Do what?" he demanded in- dignantly,

you

"I'm just as miserable as re." She spoke to him frankly, To- "Listen Andy. reasonably.

let's night for these few minutes, meet this once on an equal basis." His face darkened and he de- manded with truculence. Yeah and then what?" But a spark of interest glowed in the eyes that had been so0 dead before.

"And then," she cald, with dig- nity, "I'll talk to you as it you were a masi. The spark glowed brighter. She called on all her Judgment, on all her intelligence to help this boy back into the Spring- time of his own youth again.

"You see, Andy, a boy couldn't

a man can understand. But

what?"

"Andy, 10-morrow you're going one way and I'm going another. Let's nelze these few minutes, hold them tight in our hands until we've Fald our say, then let them go." She sought a vivid Dgure, that would appeal to him. "And per- liaps," she added vibrantly, they'll leave some stardust on our hngere that we enn never rub off."

His reaction was totally unex- peeted. She had hoped to soften him. This Envago frenzy was something she wasn't prepared for. "That's what hurts," he said wildly, "when you talk like that. No one will ever talk to me like you again. No one's volco'll ever be like yours, As long as I live

COPTASOSIY

who'll ever talk to me about stardust?"

He dropped on the bench in a tired little heap. And then, as he fooked up at her through his tears, strained wracked words passed his lips. "Rose-It hurts," he groaned, "here, deep inside."

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