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Oh, one of these days I'm gonna fire
that Hazel. What did she do, George?

Well, we both reached for the
evening paper at the same time.

She pulled a coin out of her
pocket and said, "I'll flip you for it."

I said, "Okay, heads,
I win. Tails, you lose."

Oh, she's the one
who should be mad.

Well, you notice I didn't
end up with a paper.

How could she possibly get a
coin to land right on its edge?

One pound of butter,
one dozen eggs.

All right, Hazel. I'll pick
them up on my way home.

Of course not.

Hazel, it is not necessary for
me to put the list in my hatband.

I will not forget.

All right, good-bye.
Mr. Sutherland, I...

Baxter, does this sort of thing go on
often in your office? What sort of thing?

Hazel interrupting an important business
discussion to give you a marketing list.

Well, you see, that was
kind of an emergency.

My wife's out
shopping with a client.

You see, the pitcher on my boy's
sandlot team has the mumps...

and they have a big
game this afternoon.

Well, I don't see that
explains anything.

Well, how can Hazel do the
marketing if she's pitching?

Baxter, I retained your firm as legal
counsel to Sutherland Enterprises...

because I understood
you were highly efficient.

I'm sorry and I apologize.

I want you to understand that I am the
head of an empire because I am efficient.

And I will not tolerate
the lack of it in anybody.

Yes, sir.

Now about that textile
mill outside of London.

From what you told me, it's
a very attractive proposition.

But there may be
loopholes. The only way to

find out is to go over
there and take a look.

Oh, then you want me
to go over and find...

Oh, no. No, this is one
for the big boy himself.

So please have your secretary
book me on the first jet out of here.

Yes, sir.

Uh-oh, Madeleine, another six.

Ooh, hotel on Boardwalk.
That's $2,000 you owe me.

I know it.

Oh, well, where you made
your big mistake, Miss Van Dyke,

was investin' all your
money in that cheap property.

You play the game your
way. I will play it mine.

Oh, well, if you
wanna go on losing.

I just thought maybe I'd
give you a couple of pointers.

- Hazel, the phone.
- Oh, well, you know, it ain't
no fun losin' all the time.

Baxter residence.
Yeah, he's here.

Just a sec.

Oh, we're playin' Monopoly and
I'm just about to clean everybody out,

so make it short, will you?

Thanks.

Hello? Yes, speaking.

My name is Hanson, Mr. Baxter,
and I'm calling to congratulate you.

- What for?
- Your lovely home on,
uh, on Marshall Road...

has been chosen by my company
as the finest in your neighborhood.

- Just what are you selling?
- Selling?

No, Mr. Baxter, my company
wants to give you something.

That wouldn't by any chance
be siding for my lovely home?

Siding?

No wonder you were suspicious if
you thought I was calling about siding.

No, Mr. Baxter, my company
wants to give you roofing.

Mr. Hanson, I am not
interested in your roofing.

And if you send a man
out here to bother me,

I'll throw him out on
his head! Good-bye.

- There should be a law against
all this telephone soliciting.
- It gets worse and worse.

I'll bet we've had a dozen
unsolicited calls just this last week.

Well, I know how you
can put an end to them.

So do I. Have the
telephone disconnected.

No, just get yourself
an unlisted number.

If you're not in the phone
book, they can't get your number.

That's a wonderful idea.
That's a terrible idea.

- Why do you say that, Hazel?
- Well, if you're not
in the phone book,

how can all your friends
and relations call you?

You give out the number
to your friends and relations.

But suppose you forget to
give it to some real good friend?

- He could write you a letter.
- Well, maybe he don't
know where you live.

Then they're not that good a
friend. Dorothy, I think we should do it.

Mr. B., don't you think it's kind of snobby
not havin' your name in the phone book?

I'm not in the phone book.

- That's what I mean.
- Hazel!

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Van Dyke.

But if-if we don't have our
name in the phone book,

it looks as if we
can't pay our bills.

And you can't afford that,
Mr. B., an important man like you.

Hazel, you're getting
yourself all upset.

Of course I'm upset.
Having an unlisted number...

is about the most terrible
thing that could happen.

For heaven's sakes.

Baxter residence.

Yeah, he's here. Who's calling?

Well, I'm the maid and I
sort of screen phone calls...

so Mr. Baxter won't be bothered
by things he won't be interested in.

No, I don't think he'd
be interested. Bye.

All right, Hazel, what
was that all about?

Oh, oh, it-it was just somebody
that wanted to sell you a plot.

Two calls from
cemeteries in one week.

That does it. We're getting
an unlisted number. But Mr. B...

- Is it a complicated
procedure?
- Why, not at all.

You just call the telephone company,
tell them you want a private listing.

In a few days, they mail
you your new number.

This is Tuesday. You
should have it by Friday.

Friday the 13th.

Junk.

Oh.

"Your private, unlisted
telephone number,

which goes into effect Saturday
the 14th at 8:00 a.m., is enclosed."

"Klondike 5-8372."

Klondike 5-8372.

5-8372.

Anybody home?
I'm upstairs, George.

And that concludes today's
news in the world of sports.

Oh, it's kind of chilly.

What do you say we build
a fire in the livin' room?

You want to help me? Sure.

Are we gonna do it
like the Boy Scouts?

Oh, no, we won't have time. Boy
Scouts don't have dinner to get ready.

Get some of that stuff off the
desk. We'll start the fire with that.

Okay.

I can't understand
it. I put it right here.

What are you lookin' for, Mr. B.?
Oh, our new phone number.

It came in the mail today
and I put it right here.

Uh-oh.

Would you like another refill of
dessert along with your coffee?

Hazel, I want to know what you know
about that missing telephone number.

Well, did you leave it out on the desk
along with the other crumpled paper?

Well, I don't know what...

Well, yes, there was some
other crumpled paper there.

Then I'm afraid our
new phone number has

accidentally got burned
up startin' the fire.

What?

Yeah, along with the
other crumpled paper.

Hazel, knowing how you feel
about not wanting a private number,

this couldn't have happened
accidentally on purpose, could it?

- George!
- Oh, no, Mr. B.

You're the boss here and if you want
to have a private, snooty number...

Hazel, I'm sorry. I apologize.

Well, I accept it.

So now that the new one is burned up,
maybe we can go back to the old one, huh?

For your information, the
new phone number goes

into effect automatically
tomorrow morning.

What are we gonna do? If we don't
know the new number, how are we...

I know the new number.
Fortunately, I memorized it.

It's Klondike 5-8723.

- 83? No, no. It's Klondike 5-8723.
- You sure?

Well, of course I'm sure. I
never forget a phone number.

No, no, no. I'll get it. And if
it's someone selling anything,

I'm really gonna
let him have it.

Boy, if he gives out the
wrong private number,

Alexander Graham
Bell just wasted his time.

Hello.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Sutherland.

Well, uh, what do you hear
from your husband in London?

Oh?

Oh, that's very interesting.

Oh, yes, of course.
I'll be here all day.

Oh, yes, thank you.
Good-bye, Mrs. Sutherland.

Well, I'm gonna be getting a call from
London on Sunday from Mr. Efficiency.

London, England, where
they keep the Big Ben?

That's right. Mr. Sutherland
just phoned his wife...

and asked her to tell me that he'll
be in possession of certain facts...

concerning that textile
mill by the end of the week.

And he's gonna call you all the
way from London just to talk about it?

That's right. And I don't want
anyone tying the phone up on Sunday.

Need I say more?
Since we just got it today,

Mr. Sutherland don't have our
new private unlisted number.

Need I say more? Oh,
for Pete's sake, he doesn't.

Well, I'll just have to
cable it to him at his hotel.

Then I'm gonna call my secretary
and have her get busy on that list.

- That'll take several hours.
- You're gonna have Miss Scott
work Friday evening on it?

Well, naturally.
She's wild about me.

What list? All the people we
want to give our new number to.

Oh, say, that's a good idea. After I do
the dishes, I'm gonna make up my list.

Boy, it sure is quiet
around here today.

Not a single phone call.

Ah, yes. Peace. It's wonderful.

I was just wonderin' if some long-lost
friend without our phone number...

wasn't wanderin' around
wonderin' where we'd all gone to.

Have you heard from
your Uncle Timothy lately?

He's such a sweet man,
so kind of forlorn and lost.

He's lost and
forlorn, all right.

I had a letter from him last week.
He's vacationing on the Riviera.

Oh. Well, I was just wondering.

I was also wonderin' what happened
to Tom from our bowlin' team.

What about him?

Well, he was supposed to call me
this mornin' about our new uniforms...

on the telephone.

He was supposed to call me.

Hazel, will you please
let me read my book?

Oh, I wouldn't think
of disturbin' you, Mr. B.

Oh, hi, Tom. Why
didn't you call me?

I tried to, but I kept gettin' the
Checkerboard Cab Company.

Oh, yeah? It's okay
about the uniforms.

They got them in
chartreuse. Hot dog.

You know, it's funny
about that phone number.

Every time I called, I
got the cab company.

I don't understand
it. It's very simple.

Hi, Mr. Baxter. Hello, Tom.

You know, he probably
has the wrong number.

Well, let's see. Uh,
Klondike 5-8723.

That's the right
number, all right.

You obviously misdialed
it. No, no, I don't think so.

I even had the
operator try it for me.

Same thing, Checkerboard
Cab Company.

- Hi, Mrs. Baxter.
- Hello, Tom.

Well, that's ridiculous.

Maybe it's not our right number. Of course
it's the right number. I'll prove it.

How are you gonna do
that, George? It's very simple.

Whenever you dial your own number on
the phone, you always get a busy signal.

Oh. Here, try it.

Klondike...

5-8723.

Checkerboard Cab.

Let me have that. Hello.
What number is this?

You called it, mister.
You ought to know.

Klondike 5-8723? That's it.

- Thank you.
- Well, I guess I'd better go. So long.

- Well, haven't you
ever made a mistake?
- Oh, sure, plenty of them.

- But never a whopper
like this one.
- That's enough, Hazel.

I hate to think of our friends
and relations tryin' to get us...

and endin' up
with a cab instead.

Maybe instead of givin' out our number
here, we should've used carrier pigeons.

Oh, my gosh! What is it, George?

You turned the color of our
bowlin' uniforms, chartreuse.

Sutherland in London, he
has the wrong number too.

Darling, why don't you just
call the phone company...

and have them give
you the right number?

Oh, no. You can't do that.
They won't give it to you.

It's private,
unlisted, you know?

Well, they'll give it to me.
After all, it is my number.

Hello, Information? Well,
my name is George Baxter,

and I have a new unlisted number
which I somehow have forgotten.

Will you give it to me, please?

Well, all right, then,
connect me with a supervisor.

Well, how can you have her call
me back if I don't know my number?

I'll wait.

- Well, isn't there someone
else you can go stare at?
- Oh, sorry.

Hello, supervisor?
Yes, that's the situation.

Well, what do you mean,
you have no record of it?

Well, somebody there must have a record
of it. Otherwise, how can you bill me?

Oh, all right. Good-bye.

"Sorry, sir. I do
not have it, sir.

Sorry, I do not have it."
That's all she kept saying.

Now, darling, don't get
upset. Oh, this is fantastic.

I have to have that number
to cable to Sutherland.

Do you know what he would do if he thought
he was calling me and got the cab company?

Why, he'd fire the firm,
that's what, for inefficiency.

Oh, he can't be a very nice
man. Just a little mistake like that.

Oh, you don't know him. He has a positive
passion for efficiency. It's his god.

Bill Malcolm.

Bill Mal... Bill Malcolm!

Darling, you're wonderful.

He's a friend of ours
who lives down the street.

- He's a big executive
for the telephone company.
- He sure is a friend in need.

Bill? George.

So you know that
private number I got?

Well, it's a long story,
but I've lost it somehow,

and no one at that blasted phone
company of yours will give it to me.

So will you get
it for me, please?

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Thank you, Bill.

There's absolutely no way I can get
that number until the public office opens.

When will that be?
8:30, Monday morning.

Yes, ma'am, lady.
I'm absolutely positive.

This is the Checkerboard
Cab Company.

My, what a day this
is turnin' out to be.

Hi. I'd like to
introduce myself.

I'm, uh... I know who you
are. You're Hazel Burke.

How did you know that? I watched
you bowl in that last tournament.

Man, what form.
Oh, well, thanks.

I'm Mitch Brady.
I'm Harry's brother.

Well, Harry's one of our best
bowlers. I'm pleased to meet you, Mitch.

Oh, the pleasure's
all mine, Hazel.

This is a nice cab
company you got here.

Well, I ain't got but five cabs, but
I'll be adding to the fleet pretty soon.

That's what makes America such a
great country... Enterprising men like you.

You like doughnuts? Love 'em.

Well, I brought you
a dozen, homemade.

Hot from the deep fry. Why
are you givin' them to me?

Well, I have this terrific favor
to ask you. What kind of favor?

Why don't you try one
of the doughnuts first?

Now that's what
I call a doughnut.

And here's some hot coffee
to go along with it. Thanks.

You've been gettin' a
lot of phone calls today

from people that
didn't want cabs, right?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Well, because those calls have
been either for me or for the Baxters.

Well, how come? Well,
to boil it down to bones,

we lost the little card with
our new phone number on it,

and we've been giving
your number out by mistake.

Yeah, I'm with you so far.

And now we can't get our
right number till Monday.

You mean this is
gonna go on till Monday?

Why don't you sit down and
drink your coffee? Enjoy yourself.

If you was to string along with
us, we'd certainly appreciate it.

- What do you mean,
string along, Hazel?
- I mean take our messages.

Oh, you mean,

if any messages
come here for you or the

Baxters, you want me to
take the message, huh?

You certainly must have gotten good
marks on your report cards at school.

What makes you say that?

You got such a quick
mind. It's just like a steel trap.

- Well, thanks, Hazel.
- We wouldn't expect you
to do it without compensation.

What would you say to 10 cents
a message? Is that fair enough?

Sure, sure, that's okay with me.

Oh, you're a doozy,
Mitch. I'll be droppin'

by every hour or so to
pick up the messages.

Hazel? Mm-hmm?

I got a message for you
right now. Oh, yeah? What?

How would you like to go to
movin' pictures with me tonight?

Double horror
bill at the Arcade.

Yeah, I know. I was
goin' with my friend, Rosie.

But if you don't mind
takin' the both of us...

Oh, the more, the merrier.

Mmm, boy!

Oh, here's another
message for you, Mr. Baxter.

Your tailor said to
be sure and tell you...

that he can't let those pants
out any further around the waist.

He's let 'em out as far as they
can go. Thank you very much.

Let's see. That's, uh,
15 messages all told.

Well, at 10 cents a call,
that means I owe you $1.50.

Oh, no, Mr. Baxter. Eight
of them calls was for Hazel,

and I sure don't want
to charge her none.

Ain't he nice? He sure is.

Uh, that'll be 70
cents you owe me.

Oh, oh, yes. Here you are.
Uh, thank you, Mr. Baxter.

By the way, my relief man's on duty if
you wanna check in during the evening.

I can't tell you how much we
appreciate your help, Mr. Brady.

Oh, that's okay, Mrs. Baxter.

Uh, before you go, I'm afraid I'd
like to ask another favor of you.

Oh? Well, it was Hazel's idea.

You see, Mr. B.'s
expecting an international

phone call from London tomorrow.

London? Sure, London, England,
where they keep the Big Ben.

Oh?

It's a very important
call. So if you don't mind,

I'd like to go to your office the first
thing in the morning and wait for it.

Oh, that's okay, Mr. Baxter.
But be sure and bundle up good,

because we ain't got no heat down there
and it gets pretty chilly in the morning.

Uh, shall we? Oh, sure.

Oh, would you put
these in my room?

- Good night, folks.
- Good night.

Good night.

Well, we'd better change
if we're going to the dance.

Oh, I don't think we're
going to the dance, George.

Why not? Well, what time do
you plan on being at the cab office?

9:00. No, to be on the
safe side, I think 8:00.

Well, there's a time difference between
here and London, darling... six hours.

Oh, no. That means
2:00. That's right.

Oh, honey, we'd better
forget about the dance.

I'm going up and get
a good night's nap.

George, I'll be up in a minute
to tell you a bedtime story.

I hope it's not the one about
the man who once upon a time...

decided to get an
unlisted number.

Checkerboard Cab Company.

Yes, sir, 687 Elm Street.

I'll have a cab over there for you
in about 10 minutes. Thank you.

Any luck? Aw.

Well, I brought you some good
hot coffee and the Sunday paper.

Oh, thank you, Dorothy.

Here's some sandwiches
and some cookies.

Oh, that's fine. And
here's something to sit on.

Thank you, Hazel.

Poor George. It's 3:00.
He's been there for 13 hours.

He could have flown to
London and back in that time.

Well, at least he's gonna have
his favorite dinner to come home to.

Ah, that's probably
some real good friend...

that's been tryin' to get
us on the phone all day.

Coming.

- Why, Mr. Sutherland,
what are you doing here?
- Mr. Sutherland,

you're supposed to
be in London. Yeah,

London, England, where
they keep the Big Ben.

May I come in? Well, come in.

I found I could get back
earlier than I expected.

I had to pass here on my way in from the
airport. So if you'll just tell Baxter...

Well, Mr. Baxter is, uh, uh...

Well, if there's one thing Mr. Baxter
thinks important, it's efficiency.

He thinks it's
next to cleanliness.

So if you'll just give him
about 10 minutes, he'll be here.

If you'd like to go in the den and
relax, I'll get you a cup of coffee.

I don't want a cup of coffee.

I simply want Baxter to
know I had a very tiring trip...

and I'll see him in his
office at 10:00 tomorrow.

Oh, well, certainly,
Mr. Sutherland. I'll tell him.

Thank you. Good-bye.

Boy, he's about as
friendly as a porcupine.

I'll call George and tell
him his lonely vigil is over.

Oh, no, wait a minute, Missy. If he
knows he's had 13 miserable hours...

waitin' for a call
that never came in,

he's gonna be awful mad.
Well, I don't blame him.

And you know what's gonna
happen to his digestion if he gets mad.

- It doesn't.
- Sure, his favorite dinner...

is gonna lay there on his stomach
all night, just like a big tight fist.

How are we fixed
for baking soda?

I got a better idea
than that. Come on!

Hazel, do you think you
can make this come off?

Oh, sure. When I was a kid,

my dad used to take me with
him when he made deliveries...

up at this big house where
they had an English butler.

And he used to get a big kick out of
teaching me English the way he'd talk it.

Uh, London calling for
Mr. George Baxter, please.

- Yes, this is
Mr. George Baxter.
- I have a call for you, sir.

Hang on a moment, please.

This connection is fantastic.

You'd think the call was coming
from just around the corner.

Mr. Sutherland's London
secretary here, sir.

He wants you to know that he'll
be unable to see you until tomorrow.

10:00 at your office.
Can you make it, sir?

Splendid.

Pardon, sir? Oh, that's Big Ben.

We're dreadfully fogged
in, sir. Always makes

Big Ben sound
different, don't you know?

Boy, I sure wish I could have been
there to hear Big Ben. I do too, Son.

You know, you have no idea how... well, how
stirring it was. Really, quite inspiring.

- I'm sure it was, darling.
- Now,

does anyone want to know what I'm
going to do the first thing in the morning?

- Sure, I do.
- I'm going to the phone company
and get our old number back.

Oh, Mr. B., that's the nicest
thing I ever heard you say.

- What made you decide, George?
- Well, I got to thinking.

Suppose there was an emergency and
someone who didn't have our number...

- had to get in touch
with us desperately.
- Yeah?

If it was the president of the United
States, he could not get that number.

I got it. You got what?

Our telephone number.

It's "Klondike 5-8372."

I suddenly remembered
this friend of mine...

that works as cleanin' woman
weekends down at the telephone company.

You want it?

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