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It’s our week for teaching, and we’ve featured here at Word and Song a couple of brilliant films about the figure of the teacher. There’s the near-tragic but ultimately triumphant — it is a modest triumph, but a triumph no less — film about a teacher of Greek at an English boys’ school, a failure in the classroom, and a failure as a husband, but still a human being, with a soul still capable, perhaps just barely, of devotion and delight in truth and beauty: The Browning Version (Michael Redgrave in the lead role; he will wring your heart). There’s the sweet and wistful tribute that James Hilton paid to his own schooling in England: Goodbye, Mr. Chips (with Robert Donat as Mr. Chipping, and the wonderful Greer Garson as the dearest love of his life). Someday I promise we will do Blackboard Jungle, with its own magnificent cast, led by Glenn Ford the teacher in a failed city school, and Sidney Poitier as the one student he has the best chance of reaching. But today we turn again to that series of playlets alternating between Greek tragedy (most of the time) and Christian comedy (considering “Christian” in a very broad sense), The Twilight Zone.
The episode is called “The Changing of the Guard,” and for two reasons, ironically incompatible with each other. The first is that an old teacher at a boys’ boarding school in Vermont, one Professor Ellis Fowler (Donald Pleasence, with his most expressive face and quiet voice), is being cashiered. The young headmaster thinks that Fowler’s 50 years of service are too many. Professor Fowler receives the news on Christmas Eve. He’s a bachelor who lives in a small house on the campus; teaching has been all his life. The headmaster (Liam Sullivan; you may remember him as the arrogant humbug Parmen in the Star Trek episode “Plato’s Stepchildren”) has no sense for these things, no care. Fowler has no more reason to live. He leaves his house to take his own life, next to a statue of the educator Horace Mann. The inscription at the base of the statue reads, “Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.” The old gentleman is ashamed, thinking he has accomplished nothing. Suddenly he hears the school bell ringing, and he sees light coming from one of the classroom buildings. He goes there, and enters his room, and seven young men, their heads laid upon their desks, look up from the darkness as light shines upon them, and they greet their old professor. Every one of the boys has died, and every one of them owes what they achieved, by virtuous heroism, to what Professor Fowler taught them.
I think that every good teacher understands what moves Fowler so profoundly. None of us knows, really, how we have touched the souls in our charge. But I shouldn’t let the teacher take all the credit. The writer of the episode, Rod Serling himself, did not do so. What Professor Fowler taught those boys, he imparted to them by means of great and good literature: so we hear from one of them that immemorial line from John Donne, that no man is an island; from another, some verses by the poet and minister Howard Walter, that “I would be brave, for there is much to dare.” The boys aren’t boastful, though they accomplished much for their fellow man; they are heroic, but with the shy modesty of youth, that shines in their eyes. They have come, obviously, to save the man who meant so much to them, though he himself never suspected it.
This too is one to watch with your older children. I might say more, particularly about the making of boys into good men, but that would take us into another field. It was American television at its best.
Today we were only able to find clips of “The Changing of the Guard” on Youtube. The entire episode is available on Internet Archive, here.
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This is perhaps my favorite episode in all of the Twilight Zone series. We first watched it a few years ago before Michael headed off to college. Michael had purchased the entire set of The Twilight Zone show for the family. I read the short story, Goodbye, Mr. Chips by James Hilton, around the same time and really enjoyed it. I’m a sucker for stories about individuals living lives of quiet service. I think it is also why, although not in the academic realm, I enjoyed Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Remains of the Day.
“But the effect on her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts, and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.” -last paragraph of George Eliot’s Middlemarch
I think I would watch most anything with Donald Pleasence in the cast. Thank you, yet again, for another reminder of a superb episode from this classic series.
I use to think, not entirely in jest, that a teacher might take satisfaction if he could simply declare at the end of the day his own version of the Hippocratic Oath – that he did no harm. But while a student might forget much of the content in a class, he will likely remember the teacher – his character, example, devotion. As in the teleplay, while the teacher taught important things, he most importantly imparted a way of life – not just to the mind, but also the will and the heart.