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Taking care to muffle the giggles that might rouse our nurse, we crept down the long corridor to Mom and Dad's wing of the house, eased open the door and peered inside. We knew we weren't supposed to leave our beds but agreed we just had to pay it a visit anyhow. I suppose that's why we plunged ahead when our thoughts turned to the canary down the hall in Mom's dressing room. It was risky - this was a whipping violation - but the danger made it exciting and the excitement was hard to resist. We should have been sleeping, too, but had kept ourselves awake whispering in the dark from our beds. Linny was still an infant and probably asleep in his crib. Mom and Dad had gone out for the evening, leaving us in the care of our keepers. It's just about the earliest memory I have. All the way back to the house I thought about the difference between the person up there on the screen and the one I knew at home.' Then the lights came on and the movie was over. By the last reel, the sheer persistence of his goodness had transformed even the worst of them into solid citizens.

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Instead of coming down hard on the kids and withdrawing his affection, he forgave them their misdeeds, took them to the ball game and picture show, taught them how to sing.

Father O'Malley handled that gang of young hooligans in his parish with such kindness and wisdom that I thought he was wonderful too. When I saw Going My Way I was as moved as they were by the character he played. 'In a way, I did understand why Dad's fans loved him so. Getting It, Chapter Two, Going My Own Way