The following morning. Robbie is sitting in the living room. He is waiting for Philip to take him to see Charley Rafer at the university club. |
Philip: |
Sorry, Robbie. Sorry to be late this morning, but, well, we've still got some time for a cup of coffee. I can't wait to see my old pal Charley Rafer. |
Robbie: |
Neither can I. [They go into the kitchen.] |
Philip: |
So you thought about it, huh? |
Robbie: |
Yes, I have, Dad. |
Philip: |
Well, I'm glad. I knew you'd realize that this interview could be an important experience for you. |
Robbie: |
I came to that conclusion. |
Philip: |
That's very wise, Robbie. Very wise. Now let's head off for the city and the university club. |
Robbie: |
Thanks, Dad. |
Philip: |
Thanks ... for what? |
Robbie: |
Thanks for hearing me out. And ... |
Philip: |
And ... ? |
Robbie: |
And thanks for being such an understanding father. |
Philip: |
Well, thank you, Robbie. Thank you. |
In an office at the university club. Dean Rafer greets Philip and Robbie. |
Dean: |
[entering] Philip Stewart! It's great to see you! |
Philip: |
Charley Raferyou look as young as ever. [They hug.] |
Dean: |
You must be Robbie. |
Robbie: |
Hi. |
Philip: |
Yes, this is my youngest son Robbie. Robbie, I want you to meet one of the best tennis players on the Michigan teamCharley Rafer. |
Robbie: |
Nice to meet you, Dean Rafer. |
Dean: |
Well, are you as good a tennis player as your dad? |
Robbie: |
No, I'm not very good at it. |
Philip: |
Frankly, neither was I. Charley was the star of the team. |
Dean: |
Yeah. Thanks. Well, how've you been, Philip? |
Philip: |
Oh, working too hard. |
Dean: |
Doesn't show. How's Ellen? |
Philip: |
Fine, thank you. And how's Marge? |
Dean: |
She's still giving the toughest English history exams in the school and loving every minute of it. And speaking of minutes, I have interviews until noon, so why don't we get right to work? |
Philip: |
Can you have lunch with us later? |
Dean: |
I'd love to, Philip, but I'm afraid I can't. I'm only here two days, and I have interviews with twenty-six applicants. |
Philip: |
I understand. Well, thanks. I'll wait outside. [to Robbie] Good luck, Son. [He leaves.] |
Dean: |
Did you bring your transcript from high school? |
Robbie: |
Yes, sir. Right here. |
Dean: |
Thank you. Please sit down. I see under "activities" that you've been writing for the school paper. |
Robbie: |
Yes, sir. |
Dean: |
What kinds of articles have you written? |
Robbie: |
All kindssports, editorials, theater reviews. You name it, I've written it. |
Dean: |
Hmm. Well, have you ever thought of becoming a journalist? |
Robbie: |
A professional writer? Not until recently. |
Dean: |
Michigan has a fine School of Journalism. |
Robbie: |
Yes, I know that. |
Dean: |
You seem to have some reservations. |
Robbie: |
I'm a little uncertain. [We see Philip nervously waiting outside the office. Dean Rafer has finished interviewing Robbie.] |
Dean: |
[to Robbie] It's been very nice talking to you. |
Robbie: |
Nice talking to you, sir. |
Dean: |
One piece of advice. The most important thing is for you to decide your own future. |
Robbie: |
Yes, sir. Goodbye, Dean Rafer. |
Dean: |
Goodbye, Robbie. Good luck. |