There is also six years at Fieldmont Country Day,... There is also six years at Fieldmont Country Day, more of the fellows and demerits, the occasional sermon, the individual regular-fellow ethic borrowed from more exclusive eastern prep schools
You do not lie You do not cheat
You do not swear You do not screw
And you go to church
Always of course with the booming voice, the meaty palm of Bill Hearn in the background, combined somehow -- never believably -- with dancing lessons on Saturday mornings, and the persistent avid aspirations of Ina HearnBobby, why don't you take Elizabeth Perkins to your Junior Dance?
Deep in the womb which covers me,
Green as grass from house to house
Only that idea comes later
The week after he graduates from Fieldmont Country Day, he goes on a drinking bout with a few contemporaries, fellow graduates, to a shack out in the woods, owned by one of their fathersA two-story shack with a built-in bar
At night they sit around in one of the upstairs bedrooms, passing the bottle after swigging at it gingerly
To hell with your old manThey
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Here's good-bye to Fieldmont, good old FCD, we had a lot of time there
The Dean wasn't bad but I never could figure him out, and you remember what a good-looking wife he had
Here's to the wife, I heard she left him last year for a monthThe bottle goes on its second and third circuit
All in all we had a good time there, only I'm glad to be out, I sure wish I was going with you fellows to Yale
In a corner the football captain of the previous season is bending Hearn's earI wish I could be back for this next fall, what a team we're going to have with those juniors, you mark my words, Haskell is going to be All-American in four years, and while we're on the subject, Bob, I would like to give you just a little word of advice 'cause I've kept my eye on you for a long time now, and you don't try hard enough, you don't pull, you could've made the team 'cause you're big and you got natural ability but you didn't want to, and
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Stick your head in a bucket of ice
Hearn's drunk, the captain yells
Look at old Hearn off in the corner againI bet he busted up with Adelaide
She's a keen girl, but she necks around an awful lot, I bet Lantry used to worry about it before he went off to Princeton
Aw, brothers don't care, that's my theoryI've got a sister, and she doesn't fool around, but I wouldn't care if she did
You're only saying that 'cause she doesn't, I mean if she did, oh, that liquor is going around in my headWho's drunk?
Yippeeee! It is Hearn standing in the middle of the floor with his head tilted back, gasping at the spout of the bottleI'm a sonofabitch, what I say is all you men put your cards on the table
Go ahead, dare me to jump out the window, watch me pull my oarSweating, his face red with sudden anger, he pushes one of them away, opens the window and teeters on the sill
Yippeeeeeee! And he is gone, leapt out into the nightThere's a thud, a crash of some bushes, and they rush horrified to
deville watch the windowHow are you, Hearn, are you all right, where are you, Hearn?
Fieldmont, Fieldmont über alles, Hearn roars back at them, lying on the ground in darkness, laughing, too drunk to have hurt himself
What an odd egg Hearn is, they sayRemember last year when he got potted?
The last summer before college is a succession of golden days, and shining beaches, the magic of electric lights on summer evenings, and the dance band at the summer bathing club, AN AIRLINE TICKET TO ROMANTIC PLACES, and the touch and smell of young girls, lipstick odor, powder odor, and the svelte lean scent of leather on the seats of convertiblesThe sky always has stars, always has moonlight gilding the black treesOn the highways the headlights lance a silver tunnel through the foliage overhead
And he has a girl friend, a great catch, the young beauty at this summer colonyMiss Sally Tendecker of Lake Shore Drive, and the inescapable connotations to come of Christmas holidays, and fur coats, perfume, and college dances in the hue-titled rooms of
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Bob, you drive faster than anybody I know, you're going to kill yourself one of these daysHe's slow at speech with women yet, absorbed for the instant in negotiating the turnHis Buick swings out wide to the left, resists, struggles against going to the right, and then straightens from the turnThere had been panic for a second, and then relief, exultation as he goes streaming down the straightaway
I declare you're a wild man, Bob Hearn
What goes on in your head, Bob?
He parks the car off the highway, turns to her with a sudden abrupt outpouring of speechI don't know, Sally, sometimes I thinkbut that isn't true, I just get all worked up, and I stew around, and I don't want to do anything, I'm going to Harvard just 'cause my father said something about Yale, and I don't know, there's things, there's something else, I can't put my finger on it, I don't want to be pushed, I don't knowOh, you're a crazy boy, Bob, I guess that's why all we girls love you
You love me?
Just listen to him talkWhy, of course I do,
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