:12:01
Now, now, Rose Ellen.
Come on. Come on.
:12:04
We just have to...
:12:07
learn to take it on the chin.
:12:13
Miss Pickering?
Yes, sir.
:12:15
We'll have to rewrite
that last editorial.
:12:18
Just head it... um...
:12:21
last issue.
:12:26
Dear and faithful friends...
:12:30
of the bird.
:12:36
That's it.
Let's go.
:12:38
And while Peacock's Magazine
may be gone,
:12:43
it's spirit will...
will live on...
:12:47
in the song...
of the bobolink;
:12:53
in the peep...
of the tufted titmouse...
:12:56
Stop the sale.!
Stop the sale.!
:13:01
Too late?
:13:04
- What can I say? - l-lt's
not your fault, Mr. Tremain.
:13:08
Believe me, it's...
:13:15
You see that?
Uh-huh.
:13:17
That's my great-grandfather.
That's my grandfather.
:13:21
And that's my father.
:13:24
And they handed me
a great name.
:13:27
And I, uh...
:13:30
Well, I failed.
:13:32
Did I hear a red-blooded
American boy use the word "fail"?
:13:37
Tell me I didn't. Mr.
Tremain, I have nothing left!
:13:40
All I have is a title to a magazine,
a handful of old subscribers...
:13:44
And a fourth-class mailing
privilege? A fourth-class mail...
:13:47
My little friend, this is just the
beginning of Peacock Magazine's...
:13:51
return to the greatness
that once it knew!
:13:54
Edited by my own staff in New
York, printed on my own presses.
:13:57
Abner, the Peacock
is going to live!