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Attention, please, attention.

We're about to introduce the brain
behind the show that we have come here

produce. The Ziegfels and the Schubert's
and the Minsky's have for years been

sending forth this genius when they
needed new ideas.

He's the king of all producers. Would
you like to meet him now?

Sasha Pasha! Sasha Pasha!

Sasha Pasha, take a bow!

You sent for Sasha Pasha? Sasha Pasha,
he has come!

Hooray for Sasha Pasha, now when things
begin to hum, I've got an inspiration, a

sensation of the day. When you look at
Sasha Pasha's show, we know you're going

to say, it's colossal, tremendous,
gigantic, stupendous, the super special

of the year.

Oh, it's amazing, iconic.

Horrific! Dynamic!

It has a thrill, a throb, a laugh, a
tear. Beautiful!

It'll kill them, it'll thrill them,
it'll make them throw a fit. Of course,

whatever Sasha Pasha does is bound to be
a hit. It's colossal, tremendous,

gigantic, stupendous, the super special
epic of the year.

Honest! Marvellous! It's marvellous!
It's great!

He's really getting in the mood, he's
starting to create.

Quiet, quiet, quiet. It's the opening,
can't you see?

Your ideas are so amazing that they even
frighten me. Do you mean it? Yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes, yes. Look, he means it.
Basha Basha is the genius, he's a wow.

I want a thousand camels on the desert
by a spring.

As the curtain slowly rises, all the
camels start to sing.

What, the camels? Yes, the camels. Don't
you think that's kind of sad? Quiet,

quiet, quiet. Please don't make me mad.
Can you do it? Yes, yes.

Don't yes me. Yes. I can do it. Dr.

Parker is a genius. He's a wow.

Did you get me 90 horses and a swimming
pool to swim in? What, a swimming pool

for horses? No, a swimming pool for
women. Are you ready with the lightning

my beauty queen comes in? We've got
everything you ordered and we're ready

begin. And let's begin.

And let's begin. And let's begin. And
let's begin. Stop the overture.

I want a gang of carpenters to bring a
set of stairs and nail them down.

What happened to that section that I
ordered of a little Spanish town?

Right there, I want a bankrupt that's
artistic.

The genius wants a bankrupt that's
artistic.

Fill in that place with something
modernistic.

He wants it filled with something
modernistic.

Fire! Are you listening?

It's colossal, tremendous, gigantic,
stupendous, the super special epic of

year.

It's amazing, titanic, terrific,
dynamic.

It hasn't filled up, I will laugh at it.

This is just a little sample, Sasha did
it in a wink. Just imagine what would

happen if I ever stopped to think. It's
a lot of tremendous, gigantic,

stupendous. The super special has been
found.

Wouldn't that be a sensation to talk
about for years? Didn't we tell you if

gave us a chance, we'd put on something
terrific?

What do you think of it, Max? Yeah, how
do you like it?

Boys, I can tell you in two words.

It stinks.

Listen, they made you chairman of the
Artists and Models Ball, didn't they?

Yes. You want the Tears out of the
Models Ball to be the greatest you've

had, don't you? Yes. And you told us to
go ahead and put on a show, didn't you?

Yes. And you mean to say that my
creation stinks?

Stupendous, gigantic, colossal. There
isn't anything or anybody in the world

that good, except me, and I won't admit
it.

Well, Stella, I did a pretty good day's
work today, don't you think? No.

Oh, I think I can knock off and go home,
don't you? No.

Look at these unpaid bills.

Hmm.

Well, what would you suggest?

I have two suggestions.

First, that we get some new accounts.

That's my worry, Stella.

Next. that you put some money in the
bank to meet this week's payroll.

And there's one for you.

So long.

What'll I tell the sheriff when he
comes?

The sheriff?

Have I got a date with him?

You will have if you don't take care of
these.

Oh.

Oh, well, maybe I ought to stick around
and put the Brewster brains to work.

That would establish a precedent.

Yeah.

Yeah?

I don't know, Stella. It's a pretty nice
-looking office, isn't it? I built this

up from nothing.

Well... You're still even.

Chateau Ikem, madam.

1924. The perfect wine for a pheasant
dinner.

Okay, that's it.

I'm tired.

I'm dead.

Let me have the jewelry, will you?

Yes? Alan Townsend on the telephone.

Oh, Stella, can't you see I'm busy? It's
the Townsend silver account.

Townsend? Well, why didn't you say so?

Hello, Mr. Townsend. Matt Brewster
speaking.

Oh, well, put him on.

How much blackmail are you going to
charge me for that baby's health

I have you down for at least $1 ,000.

At most $1 ,000.

I'll let you off much cheaper if you can
tell me some way to raise a lot of

money all at once. I hate this begging
from my friend.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Mr. Brewster.

I'd like to discuss your idea for our
new advertising campaign.

Of all the plans submitted, I liked
yours the best.

Well, thank you, Mr. Townsend.

Yes, silverware is impersonal, so to
speak.

But if we can get the public to think of
it in the terms of a beautiful and

charming girl, say the, well, say the
Townsend Silver Girl, I think we've got

something there.

Exactly.

How about the cost? What would you say
if I would appropriate a million

Mr. Brewster?

Mr. Brewster?

Hello? Hello, Mr. Brewster?

Oh, hello, Brewster. I thought we were
cut off.

Naturally, you had some ideas.

Well, of course, Mr. Townsend. I planned
a publicity tie -up. That goes without

saying.

What exactly did I have in mind?

Well, I... I'll tell you what I had in
mind, Mr. Townsend.

Of course, you know about the artist and
model's ball.

Well, as chairman, I select the queen.

Get it?

The girl we use for your ad will become
the queen of the artist and model's

ball.

Publicity says the Townsend girl will be
on the front page of every paper in the

country. Nice going, kid.

If you can guarantee that the Townsend
girl will be queen of the artist and

model's ball, you can send the contracts
right over.

No, no, Mr. Brewster, thank you.

It's a pleasure to do business with you.
I can see that we think alike.

Goodbye.

Were you talking to the man who's in
charge of the Artist and Models Ball?

McKay Brewster. He's going to handle our
advertising.

I could sell a lot of tickets for that
ball if they give the proceeds to the

foundation.

Good evening, Stella.

Get this week's paycheck ready. I might
as well sign them today.

How's the bank going to feel about it?

And draw up the contracts for the
Townsend Silver account.

Million dollar campaign.

Well, no cries of joy?

Excuse me, I just painted.

Well, I'm faint.

Now may I go home?

Well, maybe I can sell this to a midget.

May I come in?

Yes, if I'm not intruding. Hello, Paula.

Here, file these.

One, two, and three.

Say, when are you going to photograph my
face?

Be patient. We're working up to that
gradually.

How do you feel today, Mac?

Paula, I feel just as fresh and
sparkling and... Cute as you look. Well,

glad you're in a good mood.

Good mood? I'm always in a good mood.

Fairweather Brewster, that's me. Say,
Mac, I've got a marvelous idea.

Marvelous for me, I mean.

Mm -hmm.

Now, listen, Paula.

You've been a good little girl.

And you've been learning fast.

And someday you're going to be a great
little model.

But you'll just have to wait for a
break.

Mind reader.

Mac, you can give me that break now.

Make me queen of the artist and model's
ball.

Queen of the ball?

Now, what made you think of such a
modest little request?

Think of what it'd mean to me, Mac.

Thousands of dollars' worth of
publicity.

Why, it's a chance that any model in
this country would give her second

to get.

You always said you'd do everything you
could for me.

Well, I... I would, Paula, but... No,
this is a little bit complicated.

You see, the, uh...

Well, for business reasons, the queen of
the ball has to be the Townsend Silver

Girl. It's a million -dollar account.

Well, why can't I do that?

It'll be a marvelous contract.

Oh, can't you fix it for me, Mac?

Hey, of course I can. Why didn't I think
of it?

Oh, you're a darling.

And that's because you're a darling.

Now, this time, you know what I think of
you.

Get Townsend on the phone.

Townsend? Sure, Townsend Silver,
established 1861.

Say, I didn't think a Townsend ever
spoke to anybody less than an

Oh, we're practically pals.

Why, we see things alike, we think
alike. We might owe the same tailor.

Hey!

I'm either going to get a new chair or
spurs.

Mr. Townsend on the phone.

Hello, Mr. Townsend.

Oh, well, put him on.

Oh, Mr. Townsend, Mac Brewster speaking.

I've got a great piece of news for you.
I've got the Townsend girl.

Yes, sir, just what we've been looking
for.

Beauty, glamour, lovely figure.

In fact, she looks just... Thanks. In
fact, she looks just as well with

as without.

No, no, no, Mr. Brewster. I don't want a
professional model.

Actually, what I have in mind is a girl
who might have just stepped out of the

social register.

In fact, that's where I think we ought
to look for her.

No, Mr. Brewster, the contract's been
wait.

Evidently, we're not thinking in the
same terms.

I think our first step is to find the
girl.

All right.

You're the boss.

What happened?

After all, Paula, the Townsend account
isn't the only one in the world.

You mean you couldn't fix it for me?

Oh, I can fix it for you, all right.

If it weren't for Townsend, he's going
into the social register for his model.

You know, a debutante, solid gold with
ancestors.

Ancestors? Well, I've got ancestors,
too.

Even if they did miss the Mayflower.

I'm sick of these society girls stealing
our jobs.

I'm sorry, honey.

Look, Paula, let's you and I go out and
take a nice long walk.

Maybe it'll rain.

I'd be rotten company even in the rain,
Mac.

Hey, are you crying?

No.

What do you call this?

I don't know, just sleep.

Oh, don't cry.

I can't stand anybody crying.

Well, what's the use, Mac?

What is there for a girl like me to do?

Either get married or jump out of a
window.

Hey, wait a minute. It's not as bad as
all that.

Yes, it is.

Oh, you mustn't talk like that.

Gee, losing this job isn't a matter of
life or death.

I can't help it. It's just the way I
feel.

Well, I can't have you jumping out of
windows.

Oh, look.

Would you feel any better if you had an
aspirin tablet or an ice cream soda?

Or we got married, or... Oh, Mac, you're
such a darling.

No kidding, Paula. You know I've been
crazy about you since the first day I

you.

Gee, I can see you now in a cloud of
dust, posing for Beatty's bath powder.

Shh. It's no good, Mac.

I've just got to go home and cry this
thing out.

Well, have a good time.

And we'll get married any time you say.

When am I going to see you again?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, stay away from windows.

The paychecks, they're ready for you to
sign.

Oh, they can wait till next week.

Again? Mm -hmm.

What was Paula crying about?

We're going to get married.

Oh.

I must be a lucky people there for woe
is me.

Getting into trouble seems to be my
special specialty.

didn't you? Well, everyone's a picture,
darling. Thanks.

Any luck today, kid?

Plenty of it. All bad.

I lost the best job of the year at Tons
and Silver.

Oh, never mind about that.

What'd Max say about you being queen of
the ball?

Well, the Tons and Silver model's going
to be queen. It wasn't Max's fault. He's

a sweetheart.

He's not going to marry me to make me
feel better. Do you think it would?

No, that's not what I want.

I've been trying to get somewhere on my
own, carve out a career for myself.

Does that sound silly?

Nope, I've been doing quite a bit of
whittling myself.

Now what?

Chase around for another six months or a
year.

Undressing in lingerie shops, picking up
nickels and dimes, and posing for

cheaper cunts like this.

What do I look like to you?

Lady fuss -bustle, queen of the rich.

Haven't I always acted like a lady?

Must be my refined and influence.

Why, thousands of people all over this
country pick up their magazines and

accept me as a lady.

Children cry for it. It's toasted.

Easy on the eyes and throat.

How does Tonson know what I look like?
Turn me down without even seeing me.

Listen, I'm going to tell that gray
-haired old fossil what I think of him.

Ask him if he's got a boyfriend for me.

Oh, hello.

May I speak to Mr. Tonson, please?

It's in connection with his advertising
campaign.

I'm sorry, Mr. Townsend's gone home for
the day.

No, he won't be in the office tomorrow.

He's leaving for Miami.

Thank you.

Miami?

That's funny.

My agent's been trying to get me a
couple of weeks there singing in a floor

show.

Can you imagine me soaking up gin bucks
with Mrs. Astor's horse?

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's
it. Yes! Oh.

He wants a society girl with silver
trimmings on her ancestors, does he?

Family tree.

Hmm. Honey, you ain't even got a flower
pot. I know.

But I've got the clothes and the nerve,
I hope.

I wonder what time I can get a train
from Miami tonight.

Say, what's so interesting at Miami?

Sunshine Society and Tom's and Silver.

Girls, girls, beautiful girls.

Ah, what a glorious day.

And a cheery good morning to you,
Stella.

What about these girls?

They're lovely. I don't know what I'd do
without them. At 3 a .m., you phoned me

and ordered them. Have you the slightest
idea what they're to do?

At 3 a .m.? Mm -hmm.

Let me see.

Oh, yes, this is my happy day. They're
to be the bridesmaids.

I'm to be the groom.

Who's the bride?

The bride?

Paula Sewell, if we can find her.

Macbeth's Regency.

Yes?

Lord and Early?

Underwear?

Oh, it's a new account.

Well, I'm afraid, Mr. Lord, that Mr.
Brewster is too excited to look at your

underwear today.

He's going to be married.

Stella,

which side is the groom walk on?

I don't know. I've never been on the
other side.

Hello, Paula.

Oh, who is it?

What do you want?

Chairman of the Artists and Models Ball.

You got the wrong number.

Chairman of the Artists... Hey, wait a
minute. I'm Chairman of the Artists and

Models Ball.

Hello?

Keep going.

Keep going.

What morning movement? I'll let you have
it now. Go on.

Hey, what is this, a gag?

He tried to go at night, boys. Let him
have it.

Ladies and gentlemen, you have just
heard another installment of Detective

Valentine's Radio Adventure.

This was the 14th episode in this
delightful little series of Why Crime

Pay. Do not fail to tune in at the same
hour tomorrow.

At which time, the 15th chapter of this
thrilling adventure story will be

broadcast from this... Nick, run down
the hall and get Dr. Zimmer.

Stella, how do I feel? I mean, how do I
look?

You haven't heard from Paula, have you?
No. Why don't you sit down and take it

easy? Look, she... You don't think she
could have killed herself, do you? Mr.

Brewster. Why don't you get yourself
together and stop talking nonsense?

Oh, you don't know.

Hey, only yesterday she was between
jumping out of a window and marrying me.

Now I am worried.

Oh, you don't think she'd do that, do
you?

After all, she didn't have much choice.

Yeah.

Now, wait a minute.

I may not be any Don Juan, but if I
haven't got more appeal than a 40 -story

jump out of a window, I'll... All right,
20 stories.

Hello? Hello?

Oh, Lord and Early. Just a moment.

Who are they?

The new underwear account.

Oh.

Hello? Mr. Brewster speaking.

Oh, underwear, huh?

Make a note about the laundry.

Whose laundry?

Mine. It hasn't come back yet. Maybe you
didn't send it out.

Yeah?

Well, uh... Yeah, well, what do you want
me to do?

Take off your coat.

What? Take off your coat.

I see what he wants.

Yes?

He wants to know if you can get a man to
model underwear.

Well, certainly, of course.

Model. Take off your shirt?

Take off your shirt.

He wants to know how much it'll cost
him.

Well, tell him the usual rate.

The usual rate?

He wants to know if it's 90 days or
cash.

Tell him cash.

Might not be here in 90 days.

I think it can be arranged, Mr. Lord.

Take off your pants.

He wants to discuss it with you. What'll
I tell him? Oh, tell him to come over

here.

Mr. Lord, if you and Mr. Early will come
over, Mr. Brewster will be glad to talk

to you.

Thanks.

They're coming right over.

You'll have these pressed.

Get Eddie Bone on the phone.

Hello, Eddie.

Eddie, look.

Yeah, this is Mac.

Hey, Mr. Lord and somebody are coming
over here in their underwear.

No, no, it's an underwear account.

Yeah, they'll be over in a few minutes.

Well, bring, send in a cameraman and a
couple of models.

Yeah, met.

Young man, your blood pressure is very
high.

Well, when I want advice about my blood
pressure, I'll send for a doctor.

Look. I'm a doctor.

Hey, what is this? Just a little
examination.

Your secretary sent for me. Quiet,
please.

Well, I don't need an examination. I'm
all right.

Hey, where are we going? To a garage?

Well, look, Doc, I admit I'm a little
nervous, but... Gee, I feel pretty well

and strong.

How am I?

150?

160? Hey, what's the record?

200. We doctors have a little joke about
that case. We say the man was

disqualified.

Disqualified? Yes.

He died.

That's very funny.

Hey,

198.

Oh, don't worry. The gauge is a couple
of points off.

Oh. Oh, well, then I could be 196.

Now, or if you'll just hold this against
the chest.

I don't want to alarm you, but... Bad.

Young man, you have led a very dissolute
life.

Well, I could go on the water wagon. No,
it's too late.

I wonder you're still able to walk
around.

Oh, look, Doc, you're listening to your
own heart.

Oh,

bless my soul. Don't worry about it.
Take it easy, Doc. Here, that's all

You'll be all right. Come on. Right over
here. Sit down.

That's the eye. Now, just take it easy.
One second, Doc.

Here you are.

Here you are. Just take that.

Take it easy.

There. Now, now, do you feel better?

I'll be all right. I'll be all right in
a minute.

It's nothing, nothing at all, just the
heart. Yeah, well, now, come on. Now,

come up here, walk over there and take
it easy. You better go see a doctor.

Now, right over here, that's it. You
know, the gauge was a couple of points

I worry so.

It's business, you know. Yeah, well,
everybody worries. You know, I've got

too. You?

What do you worry about? Well, a
present. It's a girl. Oh, a girl. You

Who is she?

One of my models, the best.

Emotional frustration.

Undoubtedly, that is the cause of your
nervous condition.

My boy, there is only one cure for you.

Go for the girl.

Look into her eyes and say, darling, I
love you.

Oh, excuse me.

Lord and early.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

How do you do? Good afternoon,
gentlemen.

How are you?

Hardly the type we wanted for a model,
is he, Mr. Lawrence?

No.

Did you ever see such a fit?

Awfully droopy.

Hey, boss, have we got a show lined up
for you. The greatest artist and model

show ever put together. Get this, get
this. We start this show with

gypsies.

Nobody here.

Why you never seen a show like it? All
you need for a three -ring circus

is a horse. A horse. He wants a horse.

A horse.

You're just like Alan to Mr. Plain. I
never knew anyone to Mr. Plain.

Now, boats.

You meet the loveliest people knitting
boats.

Let's all go somewhere and knit a boat.

What do you think would be the very best
boat to miss?

Have you any suggestions, Mrs. Fountain?

The boat's never been built. I wouldn't
prefer to miss.

Smooth trip, old man.

Splendid. Hi, sis.

Hey, me next.

Do I know you?

I'm Alice.

I remember you.

And here's one for you, little girl.

What, the end of the line? This is as
far as you go, Casanova.

Casanova, and I was here all the time.

Where's Cynthia? I thought she was
coming.

Oh, so sorry.

Terribly clumsy. Oh, not at all. Don't
mention it, Mr.

Townsend. I'm afraid there's some
mistake here. I'm Mr. Curry.

That was Mr. Townsend who just went
through.

Pardon me.

From now on, I've got to know the name
of every man that kisses me.

Whispers in the dark. Two shadows in the
night.

So gentle and so tender that every
little word is like a song.

like this perhaps i'll be

Chateau Icke, madame, 1924.

Perfect wine for Christmas dinner.

You know, it can't be age, but I seem to
be losing my memory.

I'm sure I've seen that girl somewhere.

I've the same vague impression.

I seem to associate her with a boat.

Girls in bathing suits.

On a sailboat. Maybe it was Switzerland
last winter.

I can see her playing tennis.

In the snow.

Of course, it may be my depraved
imagination, but I have a mental picture

in lacy underwear.

Like Quagg.

And very nice, too.

Alan, you must find out who she is now.

Now? How?

Well, ask her if necessary.

You owe her an apology anyway.

Go on, make it.

I won't have a happy moment until I find
out who she is.

Please go, Alan. Oh, come on. Oh, come
on. Go on over now.

Ten dollars, she turns you down. Cold as
an oyster. I'll take that wager.

Remember, that's my son.

Pardon me. I'm Alan Townsend.

I, uh... Oh, yes, I remember you.

You kissed me.

Now you've decided to apologize.

Seems terribly uncomplimentary to
apologize for kissing a beautiful young

Well, that's a great deal smoother than
the usual or street corner approach.

Something about etchings, isn't it?

Yes, but...

In this particular case, it's my mother.

She's been admiring you and would like
very much to meet you.

Very well.

I can honestly say I appreciate this
opportunity.

Thank you.

I'll remind you, you owe me $10.

At your leisure, of course.

This is like giving money to the mint.
Or finding it at an oyster.

My mother, Mrs. Townsend, this... I'm
Paula Monterey, Mr. Park.

Thank you. The name's familiar.

Oh, yes, you may recall the old Monterey
family of San Francisco, don't you,

Monterey? Well, only by reputation.

My dear, do sit down.

Thank you. Please. I'm afraid we've been
horribly ruined.

My daughter, Lois. How do you do? Miss
Marjorie Kendall.

How do you do? Mr. Craig Shepard. How do
you do?

Miss Monterey, were you at Sondert's
last winter?

Uh, no, not last winter.

I can see you just as clearly in a plaid
scarf and a woolly jacket.

Standing at the top of a snowy hill on
Shees.

No, I was only on Shees once, and it
wasn't in St. Moritz. I didn't stand up

very long.

Would you care to struggle with me?

Excuse me. Well, of course.

The trees, the grass, and the pool.

Solid silver.

No.

More like a night washed with a silver
alloy.

Oh, you're much too exact.

Afraid I am about silver.

Habit. Habit?

Why... Why, you must be townsend silver.

Why not?

Oh.

Oh, but you're so young.

And beautiful, too, don't you think?

See the, uh...

Big, big blue eyes.

Hey, I don't think you're giving this
very serious attention.

Don't look now.

There's a very beautiful young girl down
there with a handsome man.

Easily the handsomest couple in the
world.

She's flirting with him.

I'll put a stop to that.

Oh!

Hey!

Hold it, I'll be right there. No, no,
please don't. I'm all right. Don't come

in. Fast conscious, huh? Move over.

Oh,

shook off my top coat.

Take a look at my stocking feet.

What, no shoes?

No.

Just a minute, I'll be right up.

Here they are.

Oh.

Say,

imagine being caught in here with our
clothes on. Better than being caught in

here with them off.

Say, give me your handkerchief.

Right ahead.

Thanks.

You're so kind.

It's quite all right.

Yeah, I think we can get out of here
now.

Hey, you're shivering. Just a little.

Well, I'm with a slipper and off to bed
with a hot toddy.

George, I know who you are.

You do?

Yeah. Who?

Cinderella. A little damp and dunk, but
still Cinderella.

Regarding the Social Security Act, Mr.
Brewster would like to know if he can

an advance now.

How do you do?

I'm Cynthia Wentworth.

Oh, yes. It's about a charity, isn't it?

Well, it's in connection with the Baby's
Health Foundation.

I think Mr. Brewster will be free soon.

You won't mind waiting? Oh, not at all,
thank you.

There are two people waiting to see you.
A Miss Weston for the bathing suit ad

and a Miss Wentworth to see you about a
Baby's Foundation.

I sent in the bathing girl. I don't want
any part of a baby's foundation.

If we lose that Townsend account, we can
use a good charity.

We won't lose it.

I can only find a model in the social
register.

Those Park Avenue Debs are hard to pick
up on the street.

Well, if you're looking for that young
lady, she stepped out for a moment.

Of course, she was waiting quite a
while.

I'm sending in Miss Wentworth.

Okay.

How do you do, Mr. Brewster?

How do you do?

Hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Well, take off your hat first, please.
But I'm quite comfortable, thank you.

Yes, I try to make everybody
comfortable.

I want you to put on the swimsuit and
the cape.

Swimsuit? Yeah, there's the dressing
room right over there. But, Mr.

may I have a word at this point? Now,
now, I've seen girls in bathing suits

before. Yes, I know, but I'm afraid I'm
not the girl you think I am. I'll know

when you come out. But... Right in
there. Right in there.

I've got that bathing girl model now.

Stella, you're slipping.

She's in here changing her clothes.

Who's changing whose clothes?

The bathing girl.

had you got in that dressing room?

The girl you sent in whom?

The girl I sent in was Miss Wentworth of
the Park Avenue Wentworths. Now look,

Stella, I'm a very busy man.

So please don't... The Park Avenue
Wentworths? Exactly.

Well, now may I talk to you?

I'm terribly sorry, Miss Wentworth. My
secretary made a mistake.

I made a mistake.

It's all right, Stella. Whom am I to
criticize whom?

Have a chair.

I'm sorry I can't offer you a swimming
pool.

Well, you see, Mr. Brewster, I really do
represent quite a worthy charity.

Yeah, something about babies, isn't it?
Exactly. If you and I could agree on an

arrangement, we could sell a great many
tickets to my friends and charge them

anything we wanted to.

Your friends?

Miss Wentworth, you are in the social
register, aren't you? Of course, if that

means anything.

Means anything.

Only about a million dollars to me.

Miss Wentworth, would you consider
posing for some advertisements?

I mean, with your clothes on, of course.

Oh, can't I pose in this?

No, no, no, I'm afraid not. You see,
this is a very dignified account.

Townsend Silver.

You want me to pose for the Townsend
Silver? Yes, my client is in Florida

now. I thought we could take some
photographs, hop on a plane.

I'll lead you right up to Mr. Townsend
and present you as the Townsend girl.

That would be very amusing.

What do you say?

It's a deal. On one condition.

That you'll help me take care of our
babies.

Well, that's the least I can do.

Oh, you mean... Yes, the Babies
Foundation.

Of course, of course. I love babies.

Oh, do you? Oh, yes. I used to be one
myself.

to tell you.

I'm just busting with curiosity.

Say, how's it going?

Have you struck silver yet? Silver?

We dine together. We dance together.

We even fill in the swimming pool
together.

Say, lady, you work fast.

And how is your private slice of high
society?

To put it mildly, he's terrific.

Wait till you meet him.

Oh, I won't know how to act with a
gentleman.

Kind eye track.

Say, I've been shattered ever since I
left New York.

Shattered by whom?

By... all had an umbrella and an old
suitcase.

There was some sort of a man attached to
them. What, did he try to molest you?

He tried everything.

Well, why didn't you call the police?

Well, I did, but the waltzing mouse
disappeared and the cop wanted to lock

up.

Why are you following this young lady?

Oh, I guess it's because I'm in love
with her.

What's so funny about that?

Well, it makes me feel so ridiculous.

How do you like that? It makes him feel
ridiculous.

You can't get away with a crack like
that.

I kind of thought so.

You're in love with me, too.

Who are you?

Well, I'm Jupiter Pluvius II.

Don't tell me there are two of you.

Well, there was, you see.

But Pappy finally went to his reward.

He was drowned in the flood of
Galveston.

He was a rainmaker.

And you're a... I'm a rainmaker, too.

You're a screwball.

Seems to be some sort of a doubt. Well,
I have everything here to show you.

Not ten, you know. That's all stuff for
making rain. Everything.

Now, for instance, you see, here's the
thing.

That's like a drizzle, you see.

It's just a drizzle, you see. And over
here, this is like a rain, you see. But

like an everyday rain.

Yeah. And this thing here. Now, here's a
pretty thing. This thing is a storm.

All of a sudden, lightning and a boom.
And water all over the place. And this

one here.

This is a... Now...

Oh, that's my lunch.

Well, I hope now you're convinced.

By what?

Firecrackers?

Firecrackers. Pappy told me I meet
people like you.

Now, look, here's my scrapbook.

This is my scrapbook. This tells
everything here. Now, on page five...

Pluvius II, distinguished rainmaker.

That's me.

off the Kansas drought, eh? Yes, well,
it took us about six months, but we

finally conquered it.

Six months.

Providence had nothing to do with it, I
suppose.

Oh, we delivered some showers in
Providence. That was before the Kansas

Now, let me see here. There's an... Oh,
now look.

Oh!

There's Pappy!

That's Pappy.

That's my father.

Now, right here... Oh, look.

There's Father's biggest job.

That's where he got his reputation,
right there.

I don't believe it. There ain't nobody
that can make a single drop of rain, let

alone a flood.

Skepticism, huh? Let me have that.

People are laying a piece of bread, but
butter shouldn't sleep around here.

A lot of times when people are skeptical
of me, I don't care about nothing. I'm

getting out of this place.

Wish you'd keep your feet out of my
lunch.

You want to be skeptical with me, you
go... Huh.

Huh. Well, that's your little game.

Now, do you feel more comfy?

Say, what's the name of this game we're
playing?

Why are you running away?

Oh, you keep winning and I keep losing.
I'm just refusing to play.

Stop. You're breaking my heart.

This joke is going too far.

Come out wherever you are.

Say, how come you like to do me like you
do?

Stop. You're driving me wild.

It's tough to take it in grin.

Take it in. Why are you rubbing it in?

Because you know that I'm in love with
you.

Well, I'm so.

You're so.

Oh, I don't know. I was losing all hope.

You're much too much.

I'm just about at the end of my rope.
Don't stop upsetting my heart.

Look how it starts to burn.

The world will certainly turn.

If you don't stop.

Stop. Stop.

Stop. Stop. You'll break it.

I thought so

Spot of tea? Thank you.

Interesting pattern, isn't it?

My great -grandfather originated that
design.

Oh, really?

Has the Townsend touch.

Dignified, respectable.

And old -fashioned.

Cream or lemon?

Cream.

I'm going to change all that.

Next year, every baby in America is
going to be born with a silver spoon in

mouth. All Mark Townsend. Oh, please,
mister, how come?

By advertising, electrical signs, color
displays.

Marvel. With a girl in them?

And what a girl. The Townsend girl.

Oh, I do admire people who can do
things.

I practically know Tom for anything
except being myself.

Looking as lovely as you do at this
particular minute isn't a special gift.

Not a very important one, I'm afraid.

Loveliness is always important. Ask any
photographer, artist.

Hold it.

Hold it just as you are.

It's just what I've been looking for.

What in the world are you talking about?
The Townsend girl, you. Would you mind

doing it?

Posing for some photographs? You'd be...
You are perfect.

Oh, but Alan, this is so sudden.

Well, you've got all afternoon to get
used to it. Look, when we get back to

hotel, I'll wire Mac Brewster.

Mac Brewster? My advertising man.

I'll tell him that you're to be the
Townsend girl.

And when he meets you, I can imagine
what he'll say.

I wonder.

This high altitude doesn't agree with
me.

It might interest you to know that we've
landed.

Yeah. Well, here we are in Miami, safe
and sound.

Well, sound anyway.

Sorry, Mr. Brewston, Mr. Townsend hasn't
come back yet. Okay, thanks.

Will I introduce you to Townsend as a
silver girl and get the expression on

face? I wouldn't miss that for work.
Ladies and gentlemen, we bring you that

idol of the airwaves with his idol
chatter, Jack Benny.

Hello again, this is Jack Benny talking.

And thanks very much, Don, for one half
of that introduction.

You can have the last half back. Very
clever fellow. I've always liked him.

Oh, really? I've never cared for him.

Oh, well, every one to his own taste.

It's been a marvelous day.

Marvelous for me, too.

You mean it?

Why can't we have a lot more?

365 years, just as marvelous.

What, no words?

I'd like to teach you three little
words.

They pop into my mind every time I see
them.

Paula, darling. Alan, dear, please, I...
Good evening, Mr. Townsend.

Pop the car?

Yeah, thanks.

How long will it take you to dress for
dinner? Oh, about ten minutes, Alan. Oh,

I'll be an old man by that time.

Everything's been lovely up to now,
hasn't it? Yes, but don't worry about

Something will probably happen.

Excuse me.

Rooster!

Just the man I want to see.

Mr. Townsend, I've been looking for you.

Cynthia, what are you doing here? I flew
down with Meg. I didn't know you two

knew each other. Well, I didn't know you
two knew each other. Just a minute.

Follow.

Miss Wentworth, Mr. Brewster, may I
present Miss Monterey? How do you do?

How do you do, Mr. Brewster?

Oh, Miss Monterey, how do you do?

Alan's told me about you. Well, you must
tell me about someone sometimes.

Oh, would you girls excuse us?

We'd like to talk a little business.

Oh, yes, if you really must.

Pardon us. We won't be very long.

Have you known Alan long?

Well, Brewster, I think our search for
the Townsend girl is over. I'm glad to

hear you say that. Beautiful, isn't she?
The minute I laid eyes on her, I knew

she was the girl. Oh, I'm very happy
about her. So am I.

You know, that girl is perfect. She has
charm.

Distinction.

Beauty.

Ancestors.

Say, do you feel that way about her,
too? I really do.

Hey, uh, do you mind if I call you Mac?

I'd be a little hurt if you didn't.

Alan? Well, I'll have those contracts
made up right away. Yeah, and send them

right over to Miss Monterey. I certainly
will.

Who's Miss Monterey?

Why, that's the name of the girl we've
been talking about all the time.

Boy, you might forget her name, but
never her face.

Paula Monterey, the Townsend girl.

The Townsend girl? Yeah.

See you later, Mac.

He has to hit me yet.

Well, have you two men settled all the
affairs of the world? Yes, and very

agreeably. Yeah.

Will you excuse us while we dress?

Then we'll all have dinner together.
Well, that should be fun.

Come on, Paula. Goodbye.

Well,

what happened?

Nothing much.

The bottom just dropped out of
everything.

Oh, I see.

Alan doesn't want me as his mother.

Sure he does. He's crazy about you.

Just a little complication, that's all.

There's always a complication.

Of course, it's Miss Monterey.

It's not Miss Monterey. Not yet.

Something has to be ironed out, and I've
got to do the ironing. Oh, please, Max.

Now, don't give up the ship, Cynthia,
and trust me.

I'll be right back.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Do I know what I'm doing?

Ladies and gentlemen, we will now
introduce Russell Patterson's puppets,

starring Mr.

Esquire.

Oh my god!

Oh! Oh!

How do you do?

Well,

my dear fellow, spring is here, and all
that sort of thing, don't you know?

Come in.

Hello, darling. Hello.

Thanks for not spoiling everything.

We're not out of the woods yet, Miss
Monterey.

Say, just how did you land that town
from contract?

Why, he offered it to me.

But why?

Did you make love to him?

All in the spirit of good, clean
competition, of course.

Yes, I did.

Well, that was smart.

It was, wasn't it?

Oh, don't think I'm jealous. I always
turn green this time of year.

After all, we are going to be married.

No, we're not, Mac.

We're not?

Who is it, Townsend?

Well, and what is this, all these
advertisements?

Oh, it belongs to Mac Brewster.

We're going through it to get ideas for
our campaign.

Why, how amusing.

What, Mother?

I was sure I'd seen Miss Monterey in a
sheeing costume.

Of course I have. Here she is posing in
the sand.

And that's why Lois remembered her
playing tennis.

I had seen Miss Monterey in her undies.

She's a professional model and very
clever too.

Very clever indeed.

But I have thought it over.

I've been doing nothing else.

Mac, I'm going to tell Alan everything.

But I can't tell him now.

You'd lose the contract.

What's a million dollars?

Just everything.

Look, Paula, would it make it any easier
for you if I told him?

Mr.

Alan Townsend's room, please.

Good evening, Miss Townsend.

I mean, Alan.

Hello, Alan.

Would you kindly explain this?

Well, just a minute, Alan. You must know
that... Never mind. All I want now is

the truth.

Is this you?

Why, yes, but... Then you are a
professional model.

Yes, and I'm not a socialite. I work for
a living.

My name's not Monterey. It's Paula
Sewell.

And here's more of the truth.

I wanted that Townsend girl contract
more than anything else in the world.

I was determined to get it, even though
you didn't want a professional model.

Then you came here under an alias,
tricked an introduction, and made

attractive as you possibly could.

You even had me believing that it was me
you liked, not what I could do for you.

Say, were you a part of this plot?

No, he didn't even know I was here. He's
done nothing to lose your account,

Alan. Don't worry, he won't. I don't
usually break my word.

Regarding the model, my first decision
is correct. I pick Miss Monterey. Sure.

What difference does it make?

You know what I want? I'll send you a
check the first thing in the morning.

I'll be gone for some time.

I guess that's about all.

Too bad, Paula.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? Why?

I got what I came for, didn't I?

Stella! Stella!

I want to make a statement for the
press.

The artist and model's ball tonight.

It is tonight, isn't it? Yes, it's
tonight.

Hello, Mac. Hello, Stella. Hello.

Oh, hello.

Cynthia. Hello, Cynthia. How are you?
Oh, I was never happier in my life.

I'll be back for that statement
tomorrow.

That's fine, Stella. The ball is
tonight.

Don't you think I fairly shine today?

A little powder will fix that up. Oh,
but I feel like shining. For the first

time in my life, I'm really happy and
you're responsible.

I?

Oh, Mac, you have so much to learn about
in life.

I guess so.

No father was always going to have a
talk with me, but he kept putting it

Darling, don't be so blind.

You know I'm crazy about you.

About me?

Of course.

Haven't we been together almost every
night?

Well, yes.

Well, I didn't think your intentions
were serious. Of course you did.

Now, wait a minute.

Cynthia, I didn't give you any
encouragement.

Yes, you did. You let me kiss you.

Oh, well, that's because I was carried
away by the music. I struggled a little.

Darling, you're the dearest thing in the
world.

Will you marry me?

Cynthia, this is so sudden.

Well, will you?

What's the matter, dear?

Cynthia, I'm so happy.

Yeah,

I've got to make a note of our
engagement.

Oh, I have a splendid idea, Mac. We'll
announce our engagement tonight at the

ball. Yeah. Goodbye, dear.

I have a million things to do.

Good morning, Mac.

And a very good morning it is, Paula.
Oh, I'm sorry to break your happy mood

with business, but... Do I look okay in
this dress?

All right. What's it for?

It's the last of the Townsend silver
ads.

Oh, by the way, did you know that Alan
was back in town?

Yes. What difference does that make to
anyone?

Well... Well, today's the last of the
Townsend girl, and I'm glad of it.

Oh, I don't know. I guess I'm tired,
Mac.

Oh, well, maybe you've been working too
hard, Paula.

Is there anything I can do for you? I
mean, do you want an aspirin or an ice

cream soda?

Mac, you're the dearest friend I've ever
had, and I mean it.

You're always so gentle and considerate.
Well, it's my nature. I can't help. No,

I'm not joking.

I never appreciated you before.

I know I've disappointed you and hurt
you.

But, darling, if you still want me, I'd
love to become Mrs. Mac Brewster.

You mean that... Yes.

Well, this is a fine time to tell me.
Oh, no, don't keep me waiting, Mac,

please. I know it's embarrassing.

Yes, I'm practically married now. And
you mean it's yet?

Look, Paula, nobody has to know anything
about this, do they? I mean, for a

while, anyway.

Of course, I want everybody to know.
We'll announce it at the ball tonight.

Goodbye, sweet.

I have a million things to do.

Thank you.

Pardon me, who is that girl?

Sandra Storm.

England's most famous model.

Oh.

Nice, brother.

What do you think of it?

Fair. A good likeness, but very
reminiscent of Russell Patterson's

In fact, it's a dead steel.

Who did it? I did.

Oh, a young man. You'll have to stop
imitating Patterson and originate a

of your own.

My name is Russell Pettit.

Oh. Well, it's quite a coincidence,
isn't it? I mean, the same style and

name.

Do you know these other illustrators?

John Legatta, Arthur William Brown,
McClellan Barkley, Peter Arno? Oh, I

them all.

How do you do, Mr. Arno?

I'm John Legatta.

Well.

Oh, how do you do, Mr. Arno? Arthur
William Brown.

Yes, I...

I never forget a fade.

Oh, well, Mr. Arno.

McClellan Barkley. That's what I said.

Hello, Mac.

Nice party tonight, isn't it? Yeah, sure
is.

Well, I'll see you later. Thanks, old
man.

So, who was that?

Peter Arno.

Oh.

Nice fellow. I'll have to meet him
sometime.

Well, say, who's that chap working over
there?

Uh, Rube Goldberg.

He's the original surrealist.

Oh, I'll have to get over there and get
a load of him, too.

Hello.

Hello. My name is Max Brewster.

Mine's Goldberg, Rube Goldberg. Oh, yes,
I know your comic strip, Lollapalooza.

Thanks, old man. I'll do as much for you
sometime.

Isn't she beautiful?

I'll say.

Oh, do you mind if I look over your
shoulder?

No, I'd love it. It annoys me terribly.

Thanks.

Oh, I don't want to appear critical, but
haven't you got her left arm just a

little bit out of place?

That's her foot.

Oh, yes, that explains the shoe.

Well, it's all finished now. What do you
think of it?

You mean to say this is her?

Yes, I saw her up there and brought her
down here.

Well, the trip certainly didn't do her
any good.

A good likeness, really. I'm proud of
it.

Well,

you mean to tell me that that's Art?

No, no, that's Sam. That's Art with the
beard.

Oh, oh. And what connection has he with
the model?

That's her grandfather.

I know him well.

He's an eccentric old fellow, isn't he?
He cuts his own beard.

He's mad at the barber.

Oh, well, I can understand that. Yeah, I
don't blame him at all.

And look, this birdcage over here,
that... That's not a birdcage.

Oh, yes, of course not. There's a bird
in it.

You know, Mr. Brewster, I'd like to do
your picture sometime.

Well, that would be nice.

You mean, well, if you did my picture,
would I look like that?

You look like that already.

I do, don't I? I do.

Well, so long.

So long.

You know, you and I must go out together
sometime and have our heads examined.

Oh, why bring them along?

Oh, that's right. We'll have more fun
alone.

Goodbye, Mr. Brewster. Goodbye, Mr.
Goldberg.

Goodbye.

Frankly, Mother, I can't see why you
insisted on coming here tonight. Oh,

common courtesy.

You certainly should congratulate Paula
Sewell on being queen.

After all, she is the Townsend girl.

You mean she was the Townsend girl.
Well, when I do, we should have a talk

her. She's altogether too cold -blooded
for me.

Say, hold that view, mister.

You've got Paula all wrong.

Possibly.

Positively. I've been living with her
for three years. I know all about her,

what she thinks and what makes her tick.

We won't discuss the matter.

Any girl that deliberately planned what
she planned.

Oh, I've got to straighten you out on
that.

Paula planned a lot of things, but she
never planned to fall in love with you.

That was sort of a sad accident.

Alan, where are you going?

Zeke, what do you think about all these
here beautiful gals?

I ain't a -saying.

It was on a Wednesday night, the moon
was shining.

start a beach club.

Oh, look, there it is. Uh -uh, don't
tell me. It's Little Lord Puddlewater.

Let's go find a balcony. We're not going
to have any fun here. Hello, Mac. Good

evening, Miss Wentworth. Say, listen,
Mac, I'm doing the announcing tonight,

know. Just how do you want your gag
handled?

The gag?

Oh, yes, I've been instructed to
announce your engagement to Miss

11 .30. Oh, yes, yes, surely.

And then at the stroke of midnight, I'm
to announce your engagement to Paula

Sewell. Oh, that, that. Well, look, I do
that about 12 .30, I think.

You know, I meant to tell you about
that, dear. Yes, I know, dear. You've

so busy. Yes.

Neither of those announcements will be
necessary, thank you. No, neither?

No, Paula and I talked the whole thing
over this afternoon. We understand each

other perfectly.

Well, that's fine. Now, how about me?

Oh, we understand you two.

Well, that clears me up. Now, which one
of you two am I going to get, if any?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Yes, any time before the wedding.

And it better be you.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention,
please.

We now offer for your enjoyment a
musical sketch entitled Public Melody

with Martha Ray and Louis Armstrong.

Let her go.

Now, you don't...

you cats. You'd better run.

Pull your dog.

There ain't no use of hiding.

I'm gonna take you riding.

Look out for public melodies.

Come on, men.

Go on again.

Let's start rating every rhythm dance.

So look out for public melody number
one.

Not two.

mr hoover and your g -men why are you
just a lot of abc men when it comes

melody number one

I distinctly remember doing this before.

A girl and I had just fallen into a
swimming pool.

Alan, what are you doing here?

Prince Charming is claiming his bride.

At midnight, Cinderella changes into
Paula Sewell.

But Paula Sewell is the Townsend girl.

My name is Townsend.

Well...

Well, from now on, Romeo, we'll play on
the same balcony.

Just the two of us. For a start.

Hey, boss, have we got it. A great idea
for the show next year. The greatest

artist and model boy ever stayed. It's
colossal.

Tremendous. Gigantic.

Stupendous. Let's go, dear. This is
where I came in.