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By Jack Joseph Smith

"Young Ben" We are under the clock of the Kaufmans department store, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The hands are at six o'clock in the morning. Young Ben stands under the clock. The street is as downtown fifth avenue would be on a friday morning. There are those that whiskey makes high and those that it makes low. There are peddlers ready for their immediate street shops, and there are those peddlers who are leaving. Ben listens to the Salvation Army bell. The lady swinging it is beaming. Ben can't understand why. He smiles at that, shakes his head, and begins walking. There is a shop in the alley that sells coffie and donuts. Ben goes in. Suddenly to Ben a man in his mid-twenties goes by the window of the shop whistling. He is obviously drunk and keeping at it. Ben notices him from his stool (Ben likes to look around) and jumps up with the love of a man who understands sarchasm. The door is being opened by Ben. The young man is hansome and dressed well. Ben's face shows that he knows and likes the man. Carefree the man is gone. "There went your friend Ben," says the lady behind the counter. She is a baker and a coffie maker who has never slept with the sun. "To many friends," says Ben, "to many friends; I gotta go to work."

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The opening page introduces Young Ben as a working-class Pittsburgh figure moving through dawn streets with charm, street recognition, and a comic sense of burden.

The typed scene sets its world through the Kaufmann's clock, peddlers, Salvation Army bell, coffee shop, and the baker who has never slept with the sun. The margin annotations sharpen Ben's class and physical profile: reddish-brown hair, a wide low build, neighborhood familiarity, and a working-class identity outside college life. He is introduced as someone who belongs to the street socially but still feels the weight of having too many friends.

Claude

A screenplay-style opening shot: six o'clock under the Kaufmans clock in Pittsburgh, with peddlers arriving and leaving and 'those that whiskey makes high and those that it makes low.' Ben is defined by what he notices - the beaming Salvation Army bell-lady he 'can't understand,' the handsome drunk whistling past the coffie-shop window whom he jumps up to greet 'with the love of a man who understands sarchasm,' the baker 'who has never slept with the sun.' His final 'to many friends ... I gotta go to work' lands the burden of belonging as a half-joke.