Boys Town

- Hello, Father.
- Hello, Mo. Hello, Paul.

- Hello, Father.
- How's everything, Mo?

- It couldn't be better. Everything's jake.
- Good, that's cheerful.

Whitey, this is Mo Kahn,
our second baseman and barber.

Mo, this is Whitey Marsh.
- Hello.
- Hi, eagle-beak.

I'm going to have trouble.
Say, where are you from?
You probably got that big schnoz
sticking it into somebody else's business.

- It's coming.
- Come on, boys. Come on now. Hurry up.

- Say, how far is this place from Omaha?
- About 10 miles.

Ten miles?
What? Are we stuck out at this place
all the time? We never get into town?

Once in a while, a football game,
or baseball game. Some special occasion.

This is Birchwood Drive.
This is the main road leading to the home.
It leads out, too, don't it?
Boys, this is Whitey Marsh.
How are you?
Whitey, I won't introduce you
to all these fellows.

You probably couldn't remember
their names.

Okay by me. Got a lunch counter?
When do we eat?

When the bell rings.
- Hello, Father.
- Hello, Freddie.

Whitey, this is one boy you have to meet.
This is Freddie Fuller,
the Mayor of Boys Town.

- Hello, Whitey.
- Hiya.

- I'll put him in your charge.
- Yes, Father. This way, Whitey.

I don't like a lot of kids looking at me
like I was a freak or something.