Good morning! Greetings from the United Kingdom!
I'm a bit frustrated as I thought I was being 'tagged' whenever someone responded to this film. Clearly I'm a technical idiot as I was clearly wrong.
You may possibly be able to solve something that has nagged at me for many years now.
I finally located, thanks to another IMDb member, a copy of Our Time. I was amazed that I remembered it so well - a testament to the retentive powers of a young mind! In any event, one of the most vivid memories I had of the film, in addition to both the milkshake scene and PSM coming off of the train in Boston's North Station to the sound of Michele LeGrande's stunning score, was the scene at the end of the film.
It's just before graduation and the camera is panning the empty dorm room and the voice over reads a modified version of Ecclesiastes 3: There is a time for everything, and a season for everything under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die... and then Pamela enters the room.
But in the copy I received I was absolutely shocked to see that this element was not there! Yes, the visual remained, but in my copy only the music played as it panned the room and without the Ecclesiastes it somehow seems almost excruciatingly too long.
Could I possibly cajole, encourage, bribe, solicit, beg, or otherwise request that you get out your trusty VHS player and fast forward that crusty old piece of tape and see what show up on your copy?
I believe, rather strongly, that the Catholic Church got their toes in the water on this one in the New England area, where in the seventies, they had a good deal of power over many things, and forced the producer to include this before it could be released with the rating it received. I could be wrong, but I don't think I am. Over all the years I've been a clergyman I've heard some real dillies about the power they exerted in the New England area over a number of secular matters...a bit like the behaviour my own mother church has done here. (I'm an Anglican priest).
If you could do this I'm sure you'd be richly rewarded in Heaven for it, but probably not by anyone else, other than myself.