 The campus has taken on an air of serenity and peace. There are no whistling students or singing co-eds on the streets. All is quiet because final exams are on and the college year is almost over. Dr. William Todd Hunter-Hall, president of Ivy, watches his wife, the former Victoria Cromwell of the English Theatre, as she sits on the floor of their home covered with travel folders. Victoria. Yes, Toddy dear? Lean the Tower of Pisa the other way for a moment and talk to me. All right. I'll lean it against the Vatican. There. That's cozy for them. Toddy, where would you really like to go this summer? I would really like to go upstairs, stretch out at full length on my beautiful bed, set the alarm for Labor Day and then not wind the clock. I know you're tired, darling, but you should get away, you know. Some sea breezes or mountain air to blow away the cobwebs? Yes, I know. But A, I don't see how we can afford to go much further than the city limits. B, it will cost too much and C, refer back to A and B. We've our lovely savings account. My dear girl, don't speak of our savings account on the tone of voice that should be reserved for dealings with J.P. Morgan and company. By banking standards, we possess what would be roughly the working capital of a badly managed flea circus. And it will set aside for a rainy day. Well, we don't have to wait for a cloudburst, do we? I mean, there'll be rain this summer. You're an accessor. Ricky, I'm afraid you're improvident. Would you take our little nest egg and serve it up in one big gold anomlet? Oh, neither. With chives. A flighty, irresponsible woman. I have to watch you like a hawk. And a great pleasure it is, too. We've both worked hard and I'm going to see to it that we have all the fun we can. Oh, you do that every day, my dear. Well, suppose we spend the money for a pretty summer parasol. Then when the rainy day comes, we can use the parasol for an umbrella. I should like to take that question. Well, it's in a test tube, add a catalytic agent and see if it would precipitate a detectable amount of either reason or logic. Are we afraid of then? Where are we going this summer on our savings account? Oh, let's see. How about for one month at least, not seeing or talking to anyone who even approves of a college education. Let's romp among the illiterate. Let's find some congenial group of morons who think that English lit means an intoxicated Londoner. Let's refuse to pay our syntax. Let us split any unwary infinitive that dares to raise its head among these. Well, I get it. Doctor Hall's residence? Yes, he is. Oh, hello, Mike. Why aren't you buried in an examination paper? Sure. He'd be delighted to see you. Come on over. Come on. Who's Mike? What does he want and why isn't it July yet? Oh, Mike is Mike Candle. He wants to see you, and it isn't July yet because you choose to argue with your wife whom you never ought to and which you should think better of. Your grandma. I ended with a proposition, huh? Seemed like a dozen of them. That's the sort of thing up with which you should not have to put. You must have been studying my Fowler's English usage, because Fowler English usage I have never... Get back to Mike Candle, Doddys. Mike Candle, now let's see. Oh, yes, he's the musical one. Very bright. Sure to be an honor student. His newest song is number two on the hit parade, and it's the third one that's made it since he's been here. Yes, he graduates this year. I doubt it is the richest graduate I've ever had by his own efforts, I mean. I think he'll be very famous. Possibly another coal porter. I wonder what he wants. Well, maybe it's just my feminine intuition, but I feel that if you go to the door, you can find out right away. Well, I never underrate a woman's intuition or anything else which is made up of hope, faith, and inside information. Ah, hello, Candle. Dr. Hall, thanks for letting me come over. Nice to see you. Hi, Mrs. Hall. Hi, Mike. Sit down, won't you? You must be tired after marching all these years in the hit parade. Thank you. I won't take much of your time, doctor, but I've got something on my mind. Well, I'll leave you two. Oh, don't go, Mrs. Hall. I've got things to do, Mike. Besides, I want to see if Dr. Hall can run this college without me. I'll see you. Well, Mike, doctor, I've been pretty lucky here at Ivy. Lucky. Well, I know that you love music and have been extremely successful with it. But, Mike, when something is achieved through labor, understanding, capacity, and knowledge, the modest man is apt to use just their initials, L-U-C-K. Thank you, doctor, but I'm not that modest. Sure have been successful. I was sort of pushed into it. That's how I came to Ivy. Oh, what do you mean? My father, he didn't have a quarter. My mother died when I was a baby, right after Dad brought her to this country. He did everything in honest, hungry man could do, from pushing a cart around the Lancy Street in New York to selling papers. Didn't you help him? Oh, sure. I sold papers, too. There are all sorts of odd jobs. But every time I tried to quit school, he said he'd knock my block off. Good for him. You know, Mike, your father came to this country in search of the very thing he was giving you. He saw a light. The lifted lamp beside the door. A light that seems to be seen better 3,000 miles away than it is from here. I know. The Statue of Liberty. Yes. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest tusks to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door. I feel like your father saw, Mike. He must be very proud of you now. He is, sir. But I want to show him how proud I am of him. I've had all the advantages and he's had nothing. It's good to hear a young man talk this way. Oh, it's not just talk, Dr. Hall. I've got a crazy idea in my head and I need your advice. You're the one guy that I can... I'm sorry, sir. Oh, that's all right. I like being called a guy. Well, anyway, I think maybe you'll understand. I've written a check covering four years of tuition at Ivy. And with your help, sir, I'd like to enroll my dad here as a freshman. How old is your father, Mike? Oh, about 60, I guess. Does that matter? No, not as far as the college is concerned. I'm thinking of your father. Will he do it? I hope so. I'd like him to know some of the same kind of happiness I've had. Well, of course I can arrange this, but I think that you and I should have both have a talk with him before making a final decision. That's what I'd hope you'd say, sir. If I can get him to come down to Ivy, will you see him? Oh, of course I will. He'll be down to see you graduate, won't he? Oh, wild voices couldn't keep him away from that. I thought what I might do is get him down for the prom Saturday night. That's a very good idea. Look, let's plan to come back here to the house when the prom is over. Thank you, sir. That'll be wonderful. Mike, this crazy thing you're doing restores a lot of faith in humanity to a man who, only today, was complaining of being tired. He's not tired anymore. Thank you, Mike. I've been looking forward to meeting your father. I want to thank him, too. Vicki, are you ready? I'll be right there. Chaperones at proms have to be on time, you know. I'm already tardy. Sorry to keep you waiting. Ooh, look at you. Have you ever thought of going into the movies, Dr. Hall? Rather impertinent way to talk to a college president? As for you, you look simply beautiful. You're gown as a triumph. Your hair is perfect. And you are talking complete nonsense. Well, if I were a co-ed, or if I had a date with a half-back and you walked in the door in that dinner coat and black tie, you know what had happened? Oh, what? Boing! As depicting the mainspring of a generation coming suddenly unwound, it is definitely onomatopoeic. Ooh, how you talk, Abner. I bought you a carnation. Let me put it in your lapel. Oh, I meant to buy you some flowers. Darling, forgot completely, of course. Well, I couldn't wear them anyway with this dress. There's no place to fasten them. Yes, I wondered about that. Did you really? Yes. You know, Vicky, before you came down, I was thinking about Mike and his father. Yes. Isn't it easy to look, is it? Actual enrollment at IV is possible, of course, but what can we really do for the old boy? He's probably had little or no primary education and naturally no credits. Of course, we could overcome that by selecting a curriculum of special courses. I think you're really worried about him. Oh, I am. Think about it. Is it possible to be transplanted successfully from one background to a completely strange one once we're grown up? I did it. Oh, yes, you did my dear. I know, he doesn't apply. We have each other. It doesn't matter where we have to go. Exactly, and Mike's father will be alone. His son will have graduated. And how can he be happy surrounded by a generation one-third his age? That's why I'm worried. Oh, and incidentally, Mike is bringing him to the party tonight. Really? Come on, then. I know you'll work it out. You always do. Are you going to dance with me? Oh, I imagine so after I've done my duty dances. Your duty dances with whom? Well, as the chairman of the Prum Committee. Sally Corbett. She's the priest girl in town. Aha, and then there are a few girls in English literature who, of course, insisted on putting my name in their program. They're just taking that course to see you when I'm not around. I'll know them all fly pussies. However, I still have one or two dances left open. How about the supper dance? Well, thank you, doctor. And all the rest? What about your duty dances? These are them. Come on, Vicki. 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. I'll return to the halls of Ivy, starring Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Colvin in just a moment, but first, let's hear the story of how one businessman really profited from an evening's work. I worked late at the office the other night. There was some paperwork that I couldn't put off any longer and a semi-annual report to finish up. About seven o'clock, I decided to take a break and go down to the restaurant lounge in the corner for dinner. I found an empty table, flagged down a waiter to make medium rare. I was in a hurry and when the waiter asked me if I would like a bottle of beer before dinner, I'm afraid I sounded a little curt when I said no. I leaned back, trying to relax, and looked around me. As I let my mind drift, I found myself counting of all things the bottles of Schlitz beer on the surrounding tables. There were so many in the people who were drinking Schlitz seemed so pleasant I began to regret my quick no. You see, I couldn't help wondering if Schlitz would taste as good to me as it seemed to taste to the others. So I called my waiter over, told him I changed my mind and asked for a bottle of Schlitz. He was back with my order in a minute. I took a cautious sip and then another. Then a deep swallow. How did it taste? Well, look at satisfaction that spread across my face is better than any words possibly could. But let me add this just for the record. No wonder Schlitz is the largest selling beer in America. No wonder it's the beer that made Milwaukee famous. Dr. and Mrs. Hall, back at home after the prom, sitting down to a midnight snack with her guest, Abel Kander, Mike's father. This is very kind of you, doctor. It is so late, I don't... Mr. Kander, I'm very delighted you're here. I'm very proud of that boy of yours. Oh, doctor, don't get me started. That boy. This is a boy. You know, I wanted to have a talk with you anyway while you were here. And I know it'll take Mike at least half an hour to drive his girl home. Surely, he'll live five minutes away. Not by the route Mike will take. Why, will you? It is spring, Victoria, remember? Mr. Kander, has Mike ever spoken to you about his... plans? Well, yes. We have talked, of course. But, doctor, I have a belief about kids. Better they should decide things for themselves. Yes, I agree. He has, however, some other plans. For you. For me? I'm too old for plans, doctor. When you are 20, you plan for when you are 40. When you are 60, you plan for what you do after breakfast. Mike, shouldn't you worry about me? She doesn't think you're too old, Mr. Kander. But he feels that perhaps you've missed a lot. Me? I've missed nothing. In my life, I have found a new country, new friends. And where else could I sit with the president of a fine college who is as proud of my son as I am? What am I missing? I should run for governor, maybe? Mr. Kander, Mike has asked me to enroll you as a student here at Ivy. Enroll me as a student? Yes, to start in the fall with your permission, of course. Mike has asked you to do this, doctor? Yes. You think he wants I should come to college? If you would like it. I see. Think about it. Carefully. Talk it over with Mike and then decide. Yes, I must think. It's sudden, doctor. That is sudden. Hey, Dad. Oh, Mike. The door was open, Mrs. Hall. Yes, Mike, we left it open for you. What, a sandwich? Oh, no, thanks. I'm afraid it's time for bed. Oh, it's not late. Big day tomorrow, doctor. Remember my stag parties tomorrow night. I see no reason whatsoever for stag parties. Neither, Mrs. Hall. Well, it's not exactly what everybody thinks of as a stag party. It's just that it's for my men friends here at Ivy. Songs and man talk. Women would be bored with it. I can sing and talk to men, too, for that matter. I'm sorry you can't come, Mrs. Hall, but a man only graduates once, you know. You're coming, aren't you, doctor? Oh, I wouldn't miss it. Where are you holding this graceful male outing? At the Brown Buckle 730. Right. Come on, Dad. Thank you, Mrs. Hall, for a beautiful evening. Good night. Good night, Mike. Oh, dear, he is. Yes, but I don't think he's as thought he would be. I know. He looked almost hurt when you told him. Oh, I think he was hurt. Hurt by the sincere gift of a boy thinking only of his father's happiness. Well, what a strange paradox man is, Vicki. We often wound most cruelly when we give, most generously. He's hurt all right. I think I know why. Come on, my dear. We need some sleep. Thanks, darling. You'll have to shift yourself this morning, dear. I'll go. Mrs. Hall, forgive me. Mr. Chandor, good morning. Good morning. I shouldn't be here early like this. Come in, come in. I must talk to Dr. Hall. Well, of course. Now, take it easy. You're all out of breath. Go right in. He's alone in a dining room. There's some coffee in there for you. Yes, I will. Thank you. I ran all the way. Well, Mr. Chandor, good morning. I should not come so early, Doctor. Oh, nonsense. You're very welcome at any time. I could not sleep. I have been thinking so much. Have you reached any decision? Yes, Doctor. I have. It was not easy. My boy is going to be very successful, no, Doctor? Oh, I don't use any question about it. It's already a success, in fact. Often, when success comes quickly, it is possible that responsibilities can hold somebody back, no? Everyone has responsibilities. Well, money, I don't mean. But if Mikey has a stone around his neck, it pulls him down. Soon he will go into the world. He will meet people, find people. Like he has met here. People had schools, had college, not rock like he grew up with. Well, you don't think that Mike would... Well, yes, you probably do. I was wondering about this last night. It's true, isn't it? He's ashamed at me, eh? I should have education. I should come here to school. It would be good for Mikey. Yes, Doctor, I am made my decision. But not for coming to Ivy. There is an easier way. Well, Mr. Candor... Please, please, let me finish. Mikey is a fine son, but I know I have done my part. So is he. It is now finished. Then he graduates, he goes along. I will not be in his way. This is your decision, then? Yes, Doctor. It is. Well, Mr. Candor, I spend my life with boys and girls. Good job. My children work. I've learned something about them. Do you know what they are more sensitive about than almost any other one thing? What? The reaction of their friends to their parents. This is what I am talking about, Doctor. Wait. No, this is the opposite of what you are talking about. Don't you realize that your son invited you to the most important event of his college year? His own senior prom? When all of the parents of all of his friends are here? Don't you see, Mr. Candor? Mike insisted that you be here when he could show you off to everyone. Why, he's so proud of you, it's as if he were your father. Proud of me? He's bursting with it. Proud of me? All he wants in the world is for you to know that. Proud? Sometimes I think I am a very great fool. Oh, no, you're not. I would like Mikey never to know how I misjudged him. He won't know, Mr. Candor. I see now why he comes to you for advice, Doctor Horace. It is good, and so are you. I go now. Thank you. Thank you very, very much. You really don't mind my going off to Mike's? Um, seg party? I'm not of a roistering disposition, as you know. And ordinarily, Prexy's presence tends to dam up the flow of undergraduate wit, but Mike is an intelligent young man and his friends. Oh, come off it, Toddy. What? You're a fraud. You wouldn't miss this brawl for an autographed edition of Poe's Tamerlane. So don't try to make me think you're going under protest. Incidentally, there's no way I could sneak in myself, I suppose. My blossom, you stay here and keep my house slippers burning in the window for me. One, if by land, and two, if by grogan the campus cup. This is Mike's father who can survive the orgy you can. Well, Mike can't be disappointed about his father's decision. Well, like any youngster who has built a lovely picture in his own mind, he hates to have it fade out, but I think he understands. It's nice and rather rare, isn't it, to find a boy who doesn't take his parents' sacrifices for granted. It is nice, but I don't think it's so rare, Vicki. What is rare is to find one who is not only articulate about it, but who tries to do something prompt and concrete about repayment. Well, good night, my darling. I do hope you'll stay up all hours in a rocking chair by the window, tearfully waiting for your wandering boy. That's the last hope, if ever I heard one, doctor. I have a nice warm bed jacket, a new mystery novel, a small dish of chocolate covered almond, and a night clubbing husband. What more could a woman ask? Now, she could ask me to stay at home. Not the way you eat chocolate covered almond. Good night, Toddy. Had no fun whatsoever. Good night, my sweet. Be miserable. Beachmaker, I am not. The thing has happened to me here. I will not forget it. I have been offered a wonderful gift by my son, which I cannot accept. I think this party tonight is maybe the greatest gift of all, to be with him and with his friends. I am proud to be his father. I am maybe proud, I even, to be his friend. It's my toast to you. A song, I just fanced it. Gentlemen, glasses up! My way to go on to a highly successful career. We here hope we have contributed to it. And we know that you, Mr. Candor, have guided him resolutely toward his destiny, that your faith has never faltered. You belong in this college, sir. And to it. We have discussed this, Mike and his friends and I, and we have decided to confer upon you the honorary degree of Doctor of Humanity. Gentlemen, a toast. I give you Dr. Abel Candor Reviving. Blitz is the largest selling beer in America. No wonder it's the beer that made Milwaukee famous. Mrs. Ronald Colvin. Good night, everyone. Good night. And Sam Edwards as Mike Candor. The night script was written by Nat Wolfe and Don Quinn. The Halls of Ivy was created by Don Quinn, directed by Nat Wolfe, and presented by the Jaws of Slip Brewing Company of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Ken Carpenter speaking. Here, the Great Gilder Slave, next on NBC.