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By Jack Joseph Smith

"Hey lady, he pays a good wage," yells one of the boys. Ben in the meantime grabs up one of the newspaper's with and the cord from the untied bail and outsteps the lady to the licence-plate. After wrapping the newspaper firmly around the licence he stands up in front of it grinning like a kid with a two dollar bill. "That won't do you any good at all. I can find out who you are," she says absolutely intent on winning this little thing she is into. "But I'm the president, no sorry, the editor mam." With this Ben is letting out a self assured laugh, which is not lound, but is the catching kind that embraces him with the same resodence that he embraces it. She begins to lose control; and moves up to the boys taking one of them by the wrist. Both of the youngsters are somewhat amazed that she is carrying this thing out so far; when Ben steps up quite close to the lady's face, and says to her, "lady you've got burbon on your breath, I think you better go to the church." With that, she lets go of the boy; and slaps Ben acroos the face. The boys have quickly jumped into the back of the truck, when Ben says, "on second thought lady, I think it would be best if you went to hell." Cut to Ben dropping the boys off in a neighborhood similiar to the one of the last scene. They come around to the window of his truck. Ben speaks in a non-calaunt mannor. He does not press a point and relates to the boys as well as everyone as equals.

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The confrontation escalates into comedy and insult, letting Ben use wit as a counter-force against class reprimand.

The scene works because Ben refuses the moral seriousness the woman tries to impose. Wrapping the license plate and telling her to go to church or hell turns the encounter into performance. Humor becomes his method of class resistance.

Claude

The gag pays off: Ben wraps a newspaper and bail cord around the licence-plate and stands 'grinning like a kid with a two dollar bill,' then corrects himself - 'I'm the president, no sorry, the editor mam' - with a laugh that is 'not lound' but 'the catching kind.' When she seizes a boy by the wrist he steps into her face: 'lady you've got burbon on your breath, I think you better go to the church.' She slaps him; he counters with 'on second thought ... I think it would be best if you went to hell.' The closing note reframes the whole bit - he drops the boys 'as equals,' relating to 'everyone' without pressing a point - so the wit reads as a leveling instinct, not cruelty.