Believing firmly in the miracles of God, he has a less profound faith in the promises of men. In all her married life, Tom's mother had seen but three pictures. They had neither the money nor the hankering to attend them. I HE movies meant less to the Kellys than they do to the average American family. But I want you to ask your father to come and see me tonight. They've tried out hundreds of boys without finding the right one. They've been hunting nine months for a boy to play Tom Sawyer. "These gentlemen are from the Selznick International Company that makes moving pictures. Intent on his task, Tommy didn't catch the glance exchanged between the visitors, nor the signal one of them gave the priest. "Read it any way you like," smiled one of the strangers. Tom scanned the page, cocked his head like a contemplative sparrow, opened his mouth, closed it and looked up. We'll meet you there."Īrriving panting at the priests' house with the desired information, Tom was given a chance to recover his breath, then handed a large tome, open at a certain page. "Do that, and then come to the priests' house. How tall are you, how old are you, and how much do you weigh?" "These gentlemen want to know some things about you, Tom. Presently the assistant pastor called him. They inspected the other boys, but their glances kept going back to him. They spoke to the teacher, and the teacher bade Tom sit down. A dreamy forehead under rumpled brown curls. Yet there was a quality of spirit in his smile that had arrested the visitors' attention. He had enough to eat, a roof to shelter him, an atmosphere of faith and affection to go home to, and he had the hope of growing taller. He had to run errands and help his mother with the dishes. But his parents stood between him and any hurtful awareness of economic strain. In fact, he and his parents and his three older brothers and his little sister June never omitted from their prayers a special plea that his father, working for the W.P.A., might find a better job. At twelve he was old enough to realize that money wasn't plentiful at home. His greatest cross lay in his being too small to play anything but, substitute outfielder on the baseball team. It was a smile that both warmed and caught at the heart. Tommy, friendly by nature, smiled at them - a smile that started in his deepset blue eyes and spread gently over his small freckled face. One of the men eyed Tommy with interest, whispering something to his companion. On this fateful clay the visitors were two men, accompanied by the assistant pastor of St. It made a nice little break in the day's routine. Then he'd close the door after them and go back to his seat.
The usual door-opening procedure was for Tommy to stand there, like a kind of honor guard, until the visitors were ready to leave. At this point the curly-headed tad didn't have the slightest inkling that he was shortly to become the hero of the most heartwarming of all Hollywood's amazing stories. Tom Kelly, door monitor, jumped up to answer it.
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