 of Schlitz Brewing Company of Milwaukee, Wisconsin presents the Halls of Ivy starring Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Coleman. I tasted it. Now I know why Schlitz is the largest selling beer in America. No wonder it's the beer that made Milwaukee famous. If you like good beer, you'll find it pays to be curious and learn about Schlitz for yourself. When a college student with a flair for literature or economics graduates into a highest-selling position which utilizes his natural talents, he is honored and acclaimed. But when a college athlete endowed with swift coordination and physical stamina graduates into professional sports for a large annual stipend, it is somehow considered degrading. Dr. William Todd Hunter Hall, president of Ivy College, is discussing this very subject with his wife Victoria, formerly of the London Theater. I suppose it's a matter of professional life expectancy. What is, Todd? This thing of college athletes going in for professional football or boxing or tennis to make a living after graduation. Why shouldn't they? They're fitted for it by nature, they're trained for it, and they can make far more money at it than they could by wearing gold footballs on their watchchains and being charming to prospects in a broker's office. I couldn't agree with you more, dear, so who are you arguing with? I've had, excuse me, with whom are you arguing? Myself. Oh. I often have these intra-hall debates. This passly attended and often quite dull, but I find them helpful sometimes in clarifying an issue. I might take both the affirmative and the negative sides, of course. Do you just think up these debates for the mental exercise, which you need like Mr. Heintz needs a pickle? No, Vicky, this subject came up today in a four-man discussion. Mr. Merriweather, Mr. Wellman, Professor Heaslip and myself. As usual, it was Merriweather and I against the others. That would lose a great deal of charm, wouldn't it, if Mr. Wellman became suddenly fond of you? Yes, it would indeed, my darling. Our mutual dislike is extremely stimulating. Though I must admit my position is not very exclusive, he dislikes almost everyone. Unless they have a million dollars, of course, and are named Wellman, preferably Clarence Wellman. He's a snob. To him America's not a melting pot. It's a changing machine. He's a snob with a capital dollar sign. If I may fray as a coin. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, my God, my God, my God. I'm getting to be not only a debater, but a comedian as well. I see new visitors opening before me, lecturers, Dr. William Hall, two hours of fun and philosophy. Then radio, television. Would you care for my autograph, madam? No, thank you, Jack Benny. Well, Benny, I've heard that name somewhere. I'm still interested in what started the discussion about college athletes going professional. Oh, yes. Well, we were standing in front of the administration building. The telephone, dear. Toddy, the telephone, it's ringing. I know, but where is it? You listen that way and I'll listen this way. Next time it rings. I got it! Good, good. Someday I'll take the scissors to that long extension cord and whack it off about 50 feet. So we can... Dr. Hall's residence? Yes. Who's calling, please? Just a moment, I'll see you. Jeff Packard. Oh, thank you. Now, Dr. Hall's speaking, Mr. Packard. Yes, you certainly may. Yes, I thought that was it. The matter was under discussion this afternoon. In 10 minutes, that'll be fine. Goodbye. Is someone coming? Toddy, shall I fix some tea? Oh, not necessary, I think. I doubt it, Mr. Packard is the tea drinking type. He's a prize fighter, promoter. Yes, I know. I know his name. Vicky, my sweet. The manner in which your theatrical profession impinges on certain other professions is a constant source of amazement to me. Hutchins of Chicago may be just a rumour to you, but let someone drop the name of any individual who has ever appeared on stage, platform, ring or soapbox. And immediately you have his life history at your fingertips. It's marvellous. No, no. It's all show business, Toddy. I still read variety in the stage like you read the Yale Review. Anything that's box office, I've usually heard of it at least. And Mr. Packard means box office. I suppose you'd like to know what he wants to see me about? Yes. But you're not going to ask? No. Will you marry me? I did. You know, one can't be married too often to a woman as discreet as you, one who has a feminine curiosity under such magnificent control. You're a wonderful girl, Vicky. You're a beautiful girl. And you have been a very good girl, so I'll tell you what Mr. Packard wants. Good. That saved me from beating my head against the wall and screaming with frustration. What does he want? He wants me to help him persuade young Ryan to sign with him after graduation. Terry Rahm? Isn't he studying medicine? Yes, and Dr. Davis says he's the best in his class. He was under debate earlier today in front of the administration building. Subjects? Should the superlatively endowed college athlete capitalize on his publicity and prowess after graduation? Mr. Wellman and Professor Heeslip? Negative. Mary Weather and Hall? Affirmative. You mean you were in favor of his dropping medicine for professional prize fighting? My dear girl, professional prize fighting is a redundant expression. Prize fighting is, per se, professional. It is for a prize, a wager, or a stake. Therefore, an amateur status is automatically ruled out. Don't quibble with me, Doctor. You were in favor of Terry Rahm giving up medicine for prize fighting? I didn't say that. Mr. Wellman merely happened to be on the other side of the debate, and naturally I had to oppose him. Oh, no, no. My personal convictions had nothing to do with it. What are your personal convictions? Vicki, I'm one of those unfortunate individuals who are either cursed or blessed, as the case may be, with the ability to see things from the other fellow's viewpoint. All for goodness sakes, Tati, if he has real skill in medicine. Yes, I know what you're going to say, and in the absence of Mr. Wellman, I agree with you. However, Ryan is a natural boxer, fast, crafty, tough, intelligent. That's why he's intercollegiate champion. It's quite possible that with proper handling, he can make a million dollars within a very few years. As a doctor, even a very successful doctor, he can hardly do that in 20 years. But money isn't everything. The answer to that remark is, what ain't it? I still don't know exactly where you stand, William, and if Terry Rahm is as shifty with his hands as you are with rhetoric, he'll make 12 million. My position is very clear, Vicki. I want the boy to go on with medicine. Good. On the other hand, who am I to talk a young man out of acquiring a fortune? Must I recommend that he hang up his shingle and sit in his office reading his national geographics, waiting for a five dollar case of mumps of chicken pox? Oh, I'm not possessed of such omniscience. Right, is that Mr. Packard now? I'll let him in and then leave. No, no, no. I want you to stay, if you will. In the heat of an argument, I have but to look at you, and sweet, cool reason takes over. Well, thank you. In that case, I'll hang around with the boys. Ah, what a sulliman a college president is expected to be. But when I consider that the best use the world has found for sage assistance is to flavor the stuffing in a turkey, all I can say is... Good day, Mr. Packard. William, Mr. Packard is here. Oh, good day, Mr. Packard. I assume my wife has already introduced herself. Oh, she didn't have to, Doc. She did a show in New York and London named Give Them Tears. I had ten seats for every night during both runs. Ms. Cromwell, Mrs. Hall, you were terrific. Well, thank you, Mr. Packard. It was a very good play. And thank you also for contributing to its financial success. Well, not at all. It was mostly deductible, anyway. Entertaining clients, isn't it? Well, just sit down, Mr. Packard. Well, thanks. Find a cigar, Mrs. Hall? I can't. You probably smoke not at all. Oh, oh, you're safe. Made for me in a van. I've booked in a quarter of peace. And probably rolled by Carmen herself, isn't it? Oh, Estimilio made a quit before my time, Doc. Ah, you see, Toddy, the piano isn't so far from the ringside. I see. You wanted to talk to me about young Ryan, Mr. Packard. Yes. You'll excuse a little shop talk, Mrs. Hall. Oh, I love shop talker. Right ahead. Okay. Well, here's the deal, Doc. Turry Ryan's the greatest natural fighter I've ever seen work, and I've seen him all. Dynamite in both hands, brains in his head, and tiger blood in his heart. Ever seen him go? Yes, Mr. Packard. I have. Well, he probably made it look so easy you weren't impressed. But take it from a guy who's been handling all kinds of fighters, champions, and palupas for 35 years. And Ryan's a class of maul. I can build him up. Give him the experience he needs. Teach him all the tricks in the book. Tricks, Mr. Packard? Well, not what you're thinking, Mrs. Hall. I don't mean healing or gouging or tossing Mickey's into the water bucket. I mean the legitimate tricks a professional has to know. Ring psychology, diet, timing. My fighters get their decisions in the ring, not in my officer in the back room of a nightclub. Your reputation is in your favor, Mr. Packard. Well, that's what the boxing commission thinks, Doc. And there are a tough bunch of cookies to convince. Never mind that. What I'm trying to say is that I can make Terry Ryan world's champion in two years. You know what that means in the bank. I have a general idea. I know what you want me to do. I know, but I'd prefer to have you tell me for the record. On or off the record, I want you, if you're willing, to tell Ryan which way is best interest. I got him wavering, but I, well, I just can't seem to score a knockout. You think I'm not a disinterested party? Believe me, he's right. You know, of course, that Terry is studying medicine and stands very high in his class. Mrs. Hall, I know more about that kid than he does. I know his sleeve length, 36 inches, how many fillings he's got, one gold and two porcelain, his kindergarten teacher's police record, $10 for slapping a cop. He likes his eggs, three and a half minutes. He got that little scar on his left pinky from the first time he tried to use a scalpel. I know everything about him, including that he can be world's champion. You can see that I've done a lot of research on the boy. Am I wrong? You certainly have. I know, but is the objective good enough? For me, there ain't a better one. Well, Doc, do I get your help or do I have to do it without you? If Mr. Packard, I don't doubt that under your tutelage, Terry Ryan could become a champion and a millionaire. Well, neither do I doubt alternatively that he could become a fine surgeon. Well, it comes down into the question, which gloves would I recommend for this doubly talented young man? Leather or rubber? I believe that when God has endowed an individual with a genius, a knack, a special gift of any kind, that individual is obligated to use a certain portion of his gift for the good and welfare of his fellow man. To use one's talent for the sole purpose of self-advancement and self-enrichment is, to me, if not a sacrilege, at least a long stride up a blind alley. Does that answer your question, Mr. Packard? I was curious. I tasted it. Now I know why Schlitz is the largest selling beer in America. No wonder it's the beer that made Milwaukee famous. We'll return to the halls of Ivy, starring Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Colvin in just a moment. But first, let's hear one man's story of how a couple found three new friends by meeting two people. Well, my wife and I moved out to a little ranch-type home on a quiet street in the suburbs a short time ago, and we were in the midst of unpacking and putting things away when our doorbell rang. It was the couple next door that we invited the men, excusing ourselves for the unsettled appearance of the house. Lay sat down and his wife began to tell my wife when the mail was delivered which laundry was the most reliable and what milkman to take from. And meanwhile I was apologizing to my neighbor for not having a thing to serve. At that, he brightened up like a man with an idea, excused himself and went next door. In a minute, he was back with a smile on his face and a small brown carton labeled Schlitz beer under his arm. It was one of those six-pack cartons I had seen advertised. Well, I led him to the kitchen where he opened four cans of Schlitz, poured them into glasses I dug out of a barrel, and passed them around. Well, in no time at all we were chatting like old friends. At the same time, I was making an important discovery. All the good things I had heard about the taste of Schlitz were true. Before that afternoon ended, my neighbor and I had a bowling date for the following Thursday, and my wife had an invitation to play bridge the same night. As our new neighbors left the house, my wife remarked how nice it was to have made two good friends her first day. Three I corrected, draining the last drop from my glass. It's easy to see why Schlitz is the largest selling beer in America. No wonder they call Schlitz. The beer that made Milwaukee famous. It's somewhat later, the same afternoon, as we return to the halls of Ivy, just in time to hear Victoria say, I called Terry round, he'll be over in a few minutes. Thank you, dear. Did you tell him why? No, but I imagine he can guess. Mr. Packard has been quite in evidence around the campus, you know, and he's not what you might call self-effacing. No, he's a careful bull in a shop full of heavy china. Vicki, I sometimes wonder how far a man in my position should go in steering a young man's career in any particular direction. Well, darling, you're merely advising, you're not tricking him into anything. I wish there was some fairly decent way I could trick him into... Hmm. Toddy? Yes, Victoria? There's a gleam in your eye. It's the same one you get when we play canasta. When you're about to go out concealed with three naturals. What are you cooking up, doctor? My dear girl, to hear you talk, one would think that I habitually resort to animal cunning and shady practices. I assure you that whatever I might be contemplating, it will be purely a matter... That purely is good enough for me, dear. I had visions of you tampering with this tiering gear of Mr. Packard's automobile. I'll let Terry round in. Just a moment, will you? Till I can make a phone call? Oh, well, I haven't time to run upstairs and put my best eyelashes on, but I'll do what I can. Hello, maintenance. It's Dr. Hall speaking. Let me speak to the head gardener, please. Hello, Albert. Dr. Hall, can you locate Dean's Phillips quickly? Good. I want him to be trimming the hedge in front of the medical building at... 340 exactly. Well, I don't care if it was trimmed today. Have him trim it again. I'll explain later. Thank you, Albert. And I might add that you have the grounds looking beautiful. 340 exactly. Right. Goodbye. For you schemer, you plotter, you master of intrigue, you were born out of your time, you rascal, you talk of the medishism of bull... Will you please say, Ryan? Hello, Ryan. Glad to see you. Sit down, would you? Thank you, sir. Vicki, though, don't go. Well, I don't want to be in the way. Oh, you're never in the way. And I think Mr. Ryan will agree that you lend a certain charm and distinction to any gathering. Mr. Ryan agrees to that with a fast pulse and a recognition of the understatement of the week. Thank you, gentlemen. And I must take care of you. Don't talk at all like a pugilist. Well, if Jean Tunic and love Shakespeare, I guess I can handle the dictionary. Doctor, is this about Jeff Packard? In a way, yes. He's talked to you, I suppose. He certainly has. His hands on my shoulders and looking deeply into my eyes. He paints a very pretty picture. Yeah, we know. He tried to sell it to us. In a very rich frame. Oh, sure. He's already got me taking my championship profits to the bank in an armored wheelbarrow. As long as I was officially invited to this meeting, I'd like to ask a question, Terry. How do you feel about it? Well, frankly, Mrs. Hall, I'm weakening. If you can call it weakening to walk into a chance for a million bucks and a little piece of glory. Terry, as an intelligent man, you have undoubtedly given this choice of professions a great deal of thought. The career and the ring with money, excitement, headlines, and fame. Versus a plodding respectability, establishing yourself in medicine and surgery. That's about it, Doctor. I know what your advice would be. Stay with medicine. Yes, but of course I'm prejudiced. I'm a teacher. And have a respect amounting almost to reverence for the profession of medicine. Conversely, I view a prize-fighting career as a gamble. Oh, I know, in your case, the odds are with you. But to me, the good you can do with your rare gift for diagnosis and the surgical skill you've already evidenced are outweighs the rewards of a boxing championship. Maybe this is treason, Terry, but what if you didn't get to be champion? In a few years you'd have lost out in medicine and it would be too late to do anything about it. Sure, there's that, of course, but I don't plan on staying with it. Packard says he can get me the championship in a few years. Now, if I get it, I'll retire from the ring, I mean. And then back to medicine. Do you think you'd come back, Terry? Wouldn't it be just one more bout, just one more purse? Oh, mind you, I admit I'm arguing from the sense of... Excuse me. Dr. Hall's residence? Who? Ann Arbor, Michigan? Oh, yes, yes, yes, indeed, yes. Yes, I'm going all over the country. I'm glad you told me. I'll put my first $10,000 in AT&T. Hello. Yes, Rudy, I'm ready. Porn to the King's Bishop's Fall. That's right, yes. I'll call you back at this time one week from tonight. Collect. Well, will one week be enough for you, Rudy? Get some outside advice if you wish. I don't mind. Goodbye, Rudy. That was Professor Coe's start at Michigan. If he loses this game and one more, he owes me a first edition of South Wind. Yes, Terry? Oh, little doctor. I'm not much on strategy, though. Anybody who can think four moves ahead is me, Pete. And you don't think you'll meet any prize fighters who will think four moves ahead? Well, the fighters don't do the thinking, Mrs. Hall. The managers do that. And I'd have Jeff Packard, and he's at least six moves ahead of every other promoter in the business. He's... Oh, I see you're looking at your watch, doctor, if I overstay. Oh, no, no, no, not at all, Terry. I have an appointment with Dr. Chester Davis at four. Frankly, it's to talk about you. I seem to be quite a fascinating topic these days. Tell me, is the future of one student worth all the discussion, doctor? I can answer that, Terry. Yes, it is, to my husband. He somehow doesn't think of the student body as a production line, you know, assemble them, move them along, and get rid of them. He seems to think they're people, individuals. The future of every student shared, Ivy, is the most important thing in his life. It is his life. And now I'd like to hear just a smattering of applause because I haven't made a speech in a long time. We're not proud of you, will you? When the flag goes by, my darling, one holds one's hat over one's heart in silence. You can't applaud with one hand. And like the passing flag, the simple truth requires just simple honor and respect. I retract the applause and take off my hat, Mrs. Hall. One trip is as good as another to me, I'm sure, gentlemen. But, as trained as I was, I have more confidence in a noisy reaction. And if you're seeing Dr. Davis at four, you better get going. I think so, too. Come on, Terry. Walk over with me, will you? Seriously, don't you think it's possible for me to make a lot of money in the ring and then come back, finish studying medicine? Possible, yes, but highly improbable. Why, sir? Well, because procrastination is not only the thief of time. It's the murderer of ambition. I have it on good authority that you have a fighting heart. It's entirely up to you what you wanted to fight for. Yours is the... Oh, hello, beans. Hiya, Doc. Hey, hey, what do you think of that, Al? But I clipped this hedge perfect this morning. Now he's got me clipping it again. He must be getting absent-minded or something. No, I... I think he's just a perfectionist. I wouldn't put it past him. Beans, this is Terry Ryan, the intercollegiate boxing champion. Well, deny your brains. Well, likewise, kid, I seen you fight a couple of months ago. You're good. You take my advice, you go professional. Only look. Not so much with the left. It's great, see, but you got two hands. See, I'm a fighter myself. Only I'm waking here till they get me a good match. I'll wake up with you some morning. Then when I'm champion heavy, I'll bring you along, see? Well, thanks a lot. That's very kind of you, beans. Now, if you'll excuse it... Wait a minute, Doctor, please. Are you beans Phillips that fought Abe Morton back in... A while ago? Yeah, the same kid. I'm going to get a rematch, too. I know what I need now when I get him into the ring. But Morton died six years ago. He did? Well, they'll get me a go with somebody else then. You will find a kid. You got the built for it. Look, you'll meet me in a gym sometime. I'll give you a few tips. That's a very good idea, beans. But where do you at the medical building? Take care of yourself. Yeah, I always do, Doc. That's why I like waking outdoors like this. There's plenty of air. I'm keeping in shape for a match with Morton. I'll see you around, boy. You bet. Oh, and beans. Yeah? The next time you'll meet Morton, good luck. Well, thanks. Thanks a lot. That's a nice kid, Doc. Bring him around again. I've got to get back to work now. My muscles stiffen up. I keep moving. I always keep moving. We never got to the medical building. Ryan suddenly remembered an engagement and left. I called and apologized to Dr. Davis. But, Toddy, you still don't know. I mean, if Terry's... Well, he's going on with medicine. Did he say so? Yes. But it wasn't necessary, my darling. If you could have seen his face when he realized that he was talking to Beans Phillips, one of the great fighters of yesterday, and realized also that this man with the broken hands and the scar tissue must have had a similar decision to make at one time, well, it was quite convincing. It was also quite a coincidence your meeting for old Beans that way, wasn't it? Yes, yes, yes. Wasn't it? Was it? No, dear. It wasn't. That's what I thought. Well, congratulations, Doctor. A clean victory. Good generalship. I'm glad it worked. As I have often remarked, all stratagems are not necessarily gems of strategy. I'm glad that horticulture has lost the decision to medicine. Horticulture? Gardening. Medicine square gardening. Cauliflower. And talking of cauliflower, my darling. What's for dinner tonight? I was curious. I tasted it. Now I know why Schlitz is the largest selling beer in America. No wonder it's the beer that made Milwaukee famous. And now, here again, our Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Coleman. And good night, everyone. Good night. Let's see Ronald Coleman's latest picture, Champagne for Caesar. We'll be seeing you next week at this time at the Halls of Ivy starring Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Coleman. In our cast tonight, Leonard played beans Phillips, Ken Christie was Jeff Packard, and Stacey Harris was Terry Ryan. Ladies and gentlemen, the future has a way of sneaking up on all of us. But there is a way of accounting for the future in advance by a method of sure automatic saving today. And there is no sure method of saving and saving with profit than through the purchase of United States savings bonds. Whatever your hope for the future, a home or business of your own, it can be brought to reality by saving. By United States savings bonds today. Tonight's script was written by Don Quinn. Our music was composed and conducted by Henry Russell. The Halls of Ivy was created by Don Quinn, directed by Nat Wolfe, and presented by the Jaws of Schlitz Brewing Company of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Ken Carpenter speaking. Oh, we got surround us here today. Coming up, it's The Great Gilder Sleeve on NBC.