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Passengers for Capitol City will embark immediately.

Say, isn't that Blake Washburn?

- Yes. - The battling senator, back home to stay.

- Hello there Blake. - Hello Bob.

The defeated senator come home to lick his wounds.

Lay off him. What do you say we bury the hatchet Blake, now that the election is over?

The voters didn't seem to fall for that motto of yours, did they? The people's choice.

This election is all about reprimanding. There's another one in two years.

- Blake, is that you? - Hello Leo. Got your cab here?

Sure, right here. What happened?

I just said hello to a campaign manager.

Happy Birthday Blake.

You had a birthday last week fella. Happy Birthday!

Oh yeah thanks.

How did you remember that Leo?

I haven't forgotten a thing since I took that memory course three years ago.

Why'd you have to take a memory course?

When I was in High School I just couldn't remember a thing.

So I figured if I was to get anywhere, I'd have to remember things.

Now when people want a cab, the first one they call on is me.

Cause they remember that I remember things like their birthdays or favorite color.

- McFarland factory just got a new paint job. - So I see.

John McFarland is really dressing it up. It looks real good.

Probably celebrating his son's being elected State Senator.

Blake I wouldn't worry about not being re-elected if I were you.

Politics is a funny thing. Sometimes the voters like you and sometimes they don't.

I thought they tore down all those posters.

Why did you give him that clip on the chin for?

Just to let him know how I feel about his campaign tactics.

- Campaign tactics? - Sure.

The people were hood-winked into voting for Bob McFarland.

I don't know. I don't think I was hood-winked.

What do you mean?

I voted for him.

Mother.

Mother, do we have some red thread and a long crooked needle?

Katie, take off your skates in the house dear.

I just saw something over at Judy's house and now I know what I'm going to make Blake for a present.

A present for Blake? That's nice.

- you know that red, crooked braid I have in my sewing basket? - Yes.

Well, I'm going to make a dressy star for Blake. That's why I need a crooked needle.

Well, it might be a little advanced for you, but I'm sure your brother will like it.

Run up and get your sewing basket and I'll show you how.

- I'm sure you can sew it without a crooked needle. - Think so mother?

Besides you'll have plenty of time. Blake won't be home until next week.

Don't be too sure mother.

Blake! Oh Blake you scamp.

Why won't you tell your mother when you are coming home. You know surprises always surprise me.

Blaaaaaaaaaaake.

Katie, how are you?

Blake, you shouldn't have come home.

I haven't finished your present yet.

Well, I have one for you.

Oh Blake! A puppy! And such a beautiful one.

The flowers are lovely Blake. What's this?

It's a corsage, we are going dancing tonight.

I'll keep it fresh for you. I'll put it in the refrigerator.

- What's his name? - He has no name. You'll have to name him.

Well hello Blake. Are you back in town to stay?

Hello Jimmy. Yes, I'm back to stay.

Well that's politics.

Let's sit down, shall we Blake?

- You want to Janice? - Yes, let's.

- Hello Blake. How are you? - Hello Gloria.

- Suppose we have dinner? - Okay.

Hey, your hair looks different. What have you done? That's a new dress, isn't it?

Janice, you look wonderful.

It's about time you noticed me.

You've been so busy saying hello to all your old friends, that you haven't had a minute for me.

- A fine bunch of friends. - You're imagining things. They're all glad to see you.

They're glad to see me defeated, but there'll be another election.

Mr. Haskins wants to see you personally.

Now Dudley, I want four porkchops, browned slightly over the fire.

And put them in the oven for 15 minutes.

Then take them back out and dust them lightly with sugar, pepper, and garlic salt.

Then back on to the fire for five minutes. Did you get that?

- And a cherry pie a' la mode for dessert. - No salad?

- Of course, but let me fix my own dressing. - Right Mr. Haskins.

Blake!

- Blake! Hello., - Hello Slim.

Blake you snake. Why don't you tell a guy when you get back into town?

- How are you Janice? - Fine Slim.

What are you trying to do? Keep your homecoming a secret?

- Now don't you start too. - Start? Start what?

Oh nothing.

Good to see you boy. When are you coming back to work?

I'll be down Monday morning.

Your uncle Cliff hasn't done a lick of work since he knew you were coming back.

He's waited a long time for his trip out west.

Every summer I worked for the Herald, Uncle Cliff threatened to skip out and leave me with the paper.

You know it's going to be like our college daily. Blake was the editor and I was the freshman reporter.

We used to call him boss.

- How's the school? - Fine, still in the third grade.

Really?

- Welcome home Senator. Hello Todd, Betty.

Stay where you are Senator. No need to go into one of your long - winded speeches.

Now look here Todd.

- You two seem to be in a gay mood this evening. Why not, we're celebrating.

Slim how about a news item on us? We've been married 7 years today.

- Seven years Betty? - Sure Janice. Don't you remember?

We got engaged the same week you and Blake did.

Come over and see us.

Marriage is a wonderful thing.

- Let's go Blake. - Why, these people don't bother me.

- Well, they do me. - Well, all right.

- You're not really going? - Excuse me Slim, but I'll see you Monday at the office.

Sorry, we're not eating.

- But you are eating sir? - I most certainly am.

I didn't realize it's been seven years.

Yes it has.

Five years in the army and two years at the State capitol.

I guess that's a pretty long time for a girl to wait for a fella.

Yes.

Why don't you drive my car home, I don't need it tomorrow, it's Sunday.

No thanks. I don't mind walking.

Well I think we'd better plan on getting married right away.

I'm not sure I want to marry you Blake.

But Janice, what do you...

Why?

I think perhaps it's because I don't like being taken for granted.

You expect me to wait patiently for you and to marry you when you are ready.

But you know what I've been trying to accomplish before we got married.

Things haven't worked out for us before.

Yes, I know.

I expected to be re-elected.

And we could have married and settled down in capitol city.

I worked hard as Senator.

Because I had to step on some toes, they kicked me out.

The voters don't seem to realize that they kicked out the man who has their best interests at heart.

Getting into a fist fight on the Senate floor isn't the way to get things done.

But all the things I was working on out there, I can still do. Don't you see?

Just because I wasn't re-elected isn't going to stop me.

think I know what the people want and I can fight for them just as well being editor of the Herald.

Blake there isn't a person in the world that knows better than I do how sincere you are.

And I know that you are going to do great things with the paper.

Will you have faith in me and let me do things my way?

Will you trust me?

Of course I'll trust you.

Blake I know I haven't mentioned it in the last five minutes, but...

I love you.

Blake! Your breakfast.

Finish your milk Katie, if you want all your teeth to grow.

Rags! Rags is hungry. He wants his milk too.

Don't put a dog on the table.

He's not a dog mother. He's only a puppy.

- Blake, I'm going to call him Rags. - Good, you like him Katie?

Good, you like him Katie?

Well he's your pet Katie, so it's up to you to take care of him. See that you feed him before you go off to school.

All right mother, I will.

- There's the school bus. - There's the school bus.

I'll feed him tomorrow. You'll feed him now won't you Blake?

Shall I say hello to my future sister- in-law?

- What? Say what? - Janice, she's my teacher.

Yes, say hello. Hey, come back here.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Bye Blake. - Good-bye Katie.

- Good-bye mother. - Good-bye dear.

Bye Rags.

- Good-morning. - Godmorgen Katie.

Drink your coffee Blake so you'll wake up.

Well when your wife complains about you reading the paper at the table...

...you'll have a pretty good excuse.

What's that mother?

As editor of the paper, it is part of your job to see what the morning edition looks like.

Did you see Janice last night?

Mother, if any of your inquiring neighbors ask you, just say that Janice and I are going to be married almost immediately.

Blake...

I'm so happy for you.

I almost feel like crying.

Oh no mother.

I'll save it for the wedding.

We have just as many factories in this part of the country.

We do.

Mother, do you know if the McFarland plant dumps any refuse into the White River?

Oh Blake, I haven't the faintest idea.

It would be interesting to find out.

Very interesting.

Good-morning.

Good-morning Iris.

Good-morning Mr. Haskins. The order supply has called twice.

They want someone to pick up the cuts for Thursday and I told them you would do it Mr. Haskins.

I'm a reporter, not an errand boy. What's the matter with Erwin?

He went down to see about the monthly sales Mr. Haskins.

Okay, I'll do it.

How long do you have to work around here before you stop calling me "Mr. Haskins"?

I always treat men with respect, then they treat me with respect Mr. Haskins.

Is that a proven theory, or something you're just trying out?

Mr. Blake Washburn is looking for you. He asked for you two hours ago.

What's he doing here this early?

Doesn't he know that we don't wake up til afternoon around here?

He was here at 9 o'clock.

- Are you still keeping company with that Herbert guy? - Yes I am, Mr. Haskins.

Just asking.

- Morning Slim. - Hi Bernie.

Blake's been asking for you.

Thanks for calling.

- Morning Phobie. - Morning Slim.

Have they been in there long?

The old boy just got here. They been saying their good-byes.

I'll wait til they get through then.

So where's that recipe you promised me for my "cookery-corner"?

I'll write that out for you.

Do I get a "by-line"?

On my "women's" page, not a chance.

Don't worry Uncle Cliff, I'll answer those letters right away.

Blake, I'm not going to give you a lecture on running a newspaper.

I can't put more than four words together that makes sense.

You always manage to make yourself understood.

You mean writing editorials, well that I can do.

But making speeches always did scare the daylights out of me so, don't expect me to make a speech.

I won't.

Just one thing.

215. There's always a lot of joking about all I know, I read in the papers.

But Blake, that's no joke. People really believe what they read.

I know.

And in this country, the people expect to read the truth. See that they get it son.

I will Uncle Cliff.

- And thanks for everything. - No, no.

Thank you for this trip I'm able to take now.

I'll try not to send postcards.

Thanks. Thanks alot.

Good-bye Kim.

- Now Cliff, don't stay away too long. - Don't worry.

- Good-bye Phobie. - Good-bye Mr. Washburn.

- Good-bye Bernie. - Good-bye Mr. Washburn, have a good trip.

- Good-bye Slim. Good-bye Slim.

And thank all of you for this wonderful present.

- Good-bye Hoagie. - Good-bye Cliff and have fun.

- I hope so. - Good Luck.

- Morning boss. - Hello Slim.

- I've got something to go to work on. - Yeah?

I'm going to crack down on the McFarland factory.

- You are? - Yeah, the pollution of the river water.

- Now wait a minute Blake. - Now just let me do this my way, will you?

You know any of the boys out there?

Sure, I know Andy Butterworth. He's foreman of the chemical plant.

He's our man. We'll drive out this afternoon and get the facts from him.

Is this something you cooked up with Uncle Cliff?

No, I didn't mention it to him.

Ask Iris to come in, will you?

Iris, the boss wants you.

What got you started on stream pollution?

It's a problem all over the country.

Factories dump their wastes and acids into fresh water.

It's something that should be controlled.

There he is.

Andy!

- Hello Andy. - Well, how are you Slim?

Andy, I would like you to meet Mr. Blake Washburn. Blake this is Andy Butterworth.

- Hello Andy. - How do you do?

- Oh, you're the new editor. - That's right.

How are the kids?

Fine, fine. I got another one since I saw you last. I got five now.

Well those grey hairs are deceiving.

Andy, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Do you mind?

No, go ahead.

It's off the record and we won't quote you.

How much refuse and acid does the plant dump into the river?

Why none.

The factory is right on the river. You must dump some.

No.

The solvents are burned in the incinerator and the acids are deluted and hauled down to the sewage treatment plant.

- What goes in the river? - Nothing.

I know because it's my job to see that the disposal rules are carried out.

Isn't there anything thrown in the river.

Not a thing.

Is that what you wanted to know?

Yes, that's what I wanted to know. Thanks very much Andy.

- Give my best to Virgina. - Yeah, sure thing.

- Well, good-bye. - Take it easy.

We'd better get back. We got a paper to get out.

- What was the idea? - I made a mistake, no harm done.

You feel you must have a crusade?

Our readers should be informed about the things business industries get away with.

- You mean John McFarland? - How do you suppose his son got elected?

Why I have an idea the voters had something to do with it.

They'll soon discover their mistake because I'm going to tell them with our little one-horse paper.

Uncle Cliff wouldn't like to hear you call it that.

The Herald hasn't grown up with the town.

The crusade will help circulation.

Don't you think we ought to be a bigger newspaper?

Sure, I'm all for that. Then maybe I'd get a raise.

But, let's not go of f half-cocked, what do you say boss?

Drink your milk Rags if you want all your teeth.

Katie, now keep your coat buttoned.

Blake, when I get the list of all the pupils in my class, be sure you print the names of everyone.

What?

Didn't Slim tell you? I told him that my class was going on an outing.

He said he would write it up if I gave him the names of all the pupils.

- There's the schoolbus. - There's the schoolbus.

And please see that the names are spelled right Blake.

All right, Blake will tell his printer.

- Bye Blake. - Bye Katie.

- Good-bye mother. - Good-bye dear.

Good-bye Rags. I'm going to take Rags on our field trip.

What was that all about?

Well Janice is taking her whole third grade for an outing next week.

To look at the ground.

The ground?

You know, rocks, sand, and blossoms. The things they make us all study when we're 8 years old.

You won't find any blossoms this time of year.

Well, I think it's to show where the blossoms were last year and where they're going to be next year.

Anyway, there'll be rocks.

How about the Herald running an article on it. That should increase the circulation.

Well there will be 25 children's names and all their relatives will want papers to see their names in print.

Your Uncle Cliff always said to your dear father, names make news.

Takes more than that to make a newspaper grow.

What we need is a crusade about something that's important. Something big.

- Yeah, I heard about it on the radio this morning. - That's an awful lot of money for one company to make.

Yeah, I wish I had some of it.

That's what caused your high-cost of living.

Some people sure have it easy, making all that dough.

Who gets all those profits?

That's what I'd like to know. I wish somebody would tell me. I work for one of those big outfits.

It's more money than any of us will ever see.

- Good-morning Mr. Washburn. - Good-morning.

Bernie, when did the item about Metro Manufacturing come in?

This morning Blake, first thing. I just put it in the window. The teletype is in your office.

Thanks.

Bernie, ask AP for a complete text on the Metro Manufacturing item.

- Okay Blake. - Oh Ken, save me the eighth column head.

Still hammering away at the same subject?

Yes.

I suppose you know what you're doing?

Of course I do. I'm printing a newspaper and giving the people what they want to read.

Slim, see what you can find out about the companies in this state.

Get the information on as many as you can.

You're going to start on them are you?

Yes, I am.

Did you know circulation is up 500 copies?

Yeah, I know.

Well, I don't know what the rest of you are going to do, but I am going to a tea.

This young editor has the right idea.

He used to be State Senator, didn't he?

That's right. Too bad he wasn't re-elected. He could do a lot of good up there.

I think I'll write him a letter and tell him he ought to run again.

- These are the personal letters Mr. Washburn. - Thank you Iris.

Getting a lot of letters lately from your readers, aren't you boss?

Yes.

I was out bowling with a few of the fellows last night.

They were discussing this attack you're making on business profits.

It was very interesting to hear their opinions.

And?

They asked me a couple of question as to why you are doing it.

But I couldn't answer them. I really don't know.

Blake, Blake am I too late for the deadline?

Hold on Katie. Deadline?

This has to be in tomorrow morning's paper. It's important. Hello Slim.

Hi Katie.

Our class goes out on the outing tomorrow and this has to be printed before we go.

Or it won't be news. It's the names of all the pupils.

All these names?

You must print everyone. It's important.

Is it?

I promised them their names would be in the Herald and they've got to be. I gave them my word.

Well did you?

I collected 10 cents for each name.

Katie!

- I'm going to give it to the Red Cross. - Okay, it'll be in tomorrow morning.

Thanks Blake. You're a nice brother. I have to go now. Bye Slim.

- Bye Katie. - Bye.

- Good-bye Iris. - Good-bye Katie.

How about it Blake?

The town has a lot of confidence in you, but would like to see you take it a little easy.

So would I.

Concentrate on local news. Stop going off in all directions.

Here's some local news. Why don't you write that article?

Okay boss.

Mr. Kenlack. I've got a news item about the third grade in Lincoln Grammar School. Do you think you'll have room for it?

- Good-evening Slim. You still here? - I'm the babysitter. We just went to press.

Blake, it's one o'clock.

- Oh Janice, is it? - You were going to meet me at Kay's Diner at 11:30.

Oh Janice, I'm sorry.

- Forgive me? - Of course you're forgiven.

How about some coffee? It's got to be ready by now.

Piping hot.

This one's with the sugar.

Blake, tell me honestly.

Are you just using this paper to get yourself back in the State Senate?

Yes, I am.

That's why you've been doing all this crusading. To get to the people who may vote for you one day.

What's wrong with trying to get votes?

You said you were going to do some good with the paper.

You asked me to have faith in you while you did it.

I didn't know you were going to trick your readers into voting you back into the Senate.

Trick them?

But I've been sincere about everything I've printed in the Herald.

And because I have been, the people want me back in Capitol City.

You're not being very honest with yourself.

You really want to show them that you can come back after your defeat, don't you?

The people are with me.

Don't you realize you were a victim of a mistake in the first place?

You came home our most decorated war hero and on that popularity you were elected State Senator.

You were the victim of a mistake.

Why do you say that?

I heard the voters. I heard them talking before the last election.

They realized their mistake and that's why they went to the polls and deliberately voted you out.

I don't believe that.

It's about time you did.

You're a trained newspaper man and can be a good one.

So stop trying to be a politician, something you're not suited for.

But I've been doing all this for us.

Don't you want to marry a guy that will amount to something.

I want to marry the boy I used to know, not this fellow you're being now.

What he's doing isn't the sort of thing I want to be part of.

I'm going home Blake.

Good-night Slim.

Good-night Janice.

I think this paper's gone overboard. Taking cracks at our company.

What do you mean "our" company?

Why don't you do something for that sour stomache of yours.

- They treat us all right, don't they? - Oh pipe down.

Stop at the foot of the hill and I'll put that sign back.

Why bother? Nobody coming up here to Copper Hill.

Get in the bus now. Go very quietly. Get in the back.

- Where are we going? - Up to Copper Hill.

- Hello Slim. - Hi Sam.

- Good-morning Slim. - Good-morning.

Iris, when are you going to get rid of that truck-driving boyfriend of yours?

He's not a truck driver. He owns four delivery trucks and he doesn't drive them, he's the boss.

I'm not going to get rid of him, I'm going to marry him.

Congratulate him for me.

Excuse me, I have to take the letters to Mr. Washburn.

I'll do it for you.

Good-morning.

More letters from your constituents Senator.

Slim lay off the cracks. They're getting a little tiresome.

Aren't you a little touchy this morning?

You're so eager to critize newspapers, why do you work for one?

I wasn't critizing newspapers. They stand or fall on their own merit.

It's you.

I'm just going after facts and printing them.

Like the time you went after some facts about the McFarland factory?

I didn't find out anything.

We found out the factory is not polluting the river.

That was commendable. You didn't print that.

I'd like to speak with you Mr. Washburn.

But if you two are busy, I can come back later.

- Mr. McFarland. - John McFarland. May I come in?

- Why yes. - Thank-you.

I thought I would come down and have a little talk about something we are both interested in.

What's that?

The subject of your editorials.

How's your tobacco holding out?

Fine sir. Here, you're welcome to it.

- You're Slim Haskins, aren't you? - That's right.

We have a draftsman at our shop. He talks a great deal about you.

Deckerman. Yeah, we were in the same outfit.

I suppose you've come to talk about your son, the Senator.

No I didn't. I'm not too concerned about him. He'll take care of himself.

But I've been following your editorials very closely.

Now I know it's the duty of a newspaper to print the news.

And companies like Tri-State, Metro and McFarland are news.

Of course they are. Especially their profit.

That's right. And I'm interested in profits.

Both for myself and the customer.

My main reason for coming here was to see, if perhaps, I could interest you in...

...printing something about a theory I have.

I call it "Profites to the Customers".

What do you mean?

Well as I say, it's my own private little pet theory. Very simple not very complicated.

You see I'm not an economist, I'm just a businessman.

I have to make a profit to stay in business.

Sure, we all know that.

I make a profit on every electric motor I sell, but the customers must make a larger profit.

Because if he doesn't, he won't buy my motors and I'm out of business.

- The customer must make a profit? - That's right.

- Would you like to try my mixture? - Why thank-you sir.

Yes, the customer must make a profit. For example, you have some type-setting machines out there.

The manufacturer that sold them, make a profit on them.

But your paper would have never bought them in the first place if they couldn't deliver something beyond their original cost.

They must continue to work for your paper to be worth more to you than you paid for them.

As a customer, that's your profit.

- My profit? - Yes, you sell your newspaper to a man for 5 cents.

He gets news, advertisements and all kinds of information for his home and business.

He gets service beyond the value of his 5 cents.

As a customer, that's his profit.

It's the same story with everything else. The light bulb, the refrigerator, the telephone.

For this we pay a few dollars a month.

Our profits are enormous in steps alone.

In case of an emergency, it's value can't be estimated.

It's a different slant than what we've been printing.

As you say, that's just a theory. But you can't deny that you are a big business.

In your editorials you've been insisting that because a thing is big, it's bad

It takes bigness to do big things.

Our industries have turned out equipment for our own forces in a remarkably short space of time.

It was a big job and it was well done.

It helped us to win the war and preserve our country.

That's what America industry with its bigness was able to accomplish.

Was that bad Blake?

For the last 50 years, we've come a long way. It used to take a week to get a letter across the United States.

Now we do it in one day.

The difference in time alone could affect the happiness of the family.

Why it might even be a matter of life and death.

In my time I've seen advances in industry that have added 20 years to the average span of life.

My father died in the old country at the age of 40. An old man.

His work was absolute drudgery, slavery.

On his own farm, from 5 o'clock in the morning til 8 o'clock at night.

But because I live in America, I feel like a young man and I'll be 65 in April.

Mr. McFarland, your tobacco makes mighty fine smoking.

Why are you telling me all this?

Well, I thought you might be interested in both sides of this profit question.

Print something else for a change.

Mr. McFarland, I don't tell you how to run your plant.

So please don't tell me how to run my paper.

I'll print my own conception of business profits.

Good-day sir.

Well I...

...just thought I'd come in and talk.

Which I have.

Remember Blake, when this country was first discovered, there was nothing here.

Now look around. Everything you see is profits.

Our transportation, communication, household appliances, medical equipment...

Notice them sometime Blake. They're the real profits.

Look up there! Raaaags, oh where is he?

Rags!

Come out of there.

Look it's a mine. Maybe it's a gold mine.

Rags, come out of there.

It's dark.

Allan, do you suppose Rags smells gold?

Some dogs are awfully smart.

Rags, come out of there.

Rags is too little to be prospecting for gold.

Katie... Allan...

Rags!

Oh there you are Rags. Come here you bad, bad boy.

I bet he won't come.

KATIE LOOK OUT!

Katie come on, let's get out.

Katie come on.

Miss Janice.

Katie's in there.

Okay, I'll bring them out to you.

- Here. - What's this?

I'm quiting, that makes it official.

- Oh listen Slim, just cause we took a couple of pokes at each other. - That isn't it.

I just can't stay here and watch my best friend make a fool of himself.

Look here! You're being the fool.

Hello.

Katie? Where, where are you?

- Copper Hill. Please, please hurry. - All right Janice, I'll be right there.

Slim, drive me out to Copper Hill. Something's happened to Katie.

- What? - She didn't say.

- Blake! - What happened?

Katie went into the old mine.

A bulldozer can handle this.

The new highway through the pass. There's a bulldozer there.

103 into control one.

Request bulldozer come to Copper Hill. Code 3.

Control one to 103, Roger.

Control one to 108M, contact bulldozer working in pass at south end of town.

Need a doctor right away. Suggest the nearest one is Dr. Johnston at McFarland factory.

We'll contact Dr. Johnston immediately.

Blake's little sister is under the cave- in.

Is there anything you want? You need any men from the factory?

Thanks very much Mr. McFarland. The police have already sent for some equipment.

- Doctor will you standby please. - Yes, of course.

- There's Dr. Johnson, what are they... - Doctor, what are they doing?

It's a matter of clearing away the front of the opening and we'll get to her.

- Please stay here. - Doctor, do you think?

You'd better turn it around and back in.

We going to try and open it up.

Come on in.

Katie! My Katie!

She's alive Mrs. Washburn, but I must make a thorough examination right away.

Get her into the ambulance please.

Careful.

Tell Dr. Lee that the operation must be preformed within two hours, or it will be fatal.

Dr. Johnson wants to know if you can be ready in 2 hours?

Yes sir, I'll tell him.

- Dr. Lee will be ready in 2 hours. - Can we get Katie to Capitol City in 2 hours?

- Yes, yes, we'll take my plane, come on. - Tell Dr. Lee we'll be there. We're starting now.

Come on, let's get going.

This is Dr. Johnson. I need a resuscitator at the airport right away.

Thank-you.

Thank-you.

Beach 801. Take straight in approach.

Runway 7 R. Winds 90.15. Out.

Beach 801, Roger.

Taxi to south end of field, where ambulance is waiting.

Katie's fine Mrs. Washburn, she's going to be all right.

May we see her doctor?

I'm sure it's all right. She's asleep but she'll wake up at any moment.

We taken her to a room on the floor below. This way please.

That's some really good news doctor.

Oh this is Dr. Lee who performed the operation.

- How do you do Doctor? - This is John McFarland.

And this is Blake Washburn, the little girl's brother.

Mr. Washburn, your sister is okay. It's lucky you were able to get her here in time.

Thank-you doctor Lee.

- Oh, pardon me. - Well, well, one of my motors.

Thanks again Dr. Lee.

Yes, thank-you Doctor.

Blake.

Rain again? You've been threatening rain for three days.

- The front page ready? - Here it is.

- Hello Slim. - Blake.

Katie still doing all right?

Yes, she's fine. I just talked with mother in Capitol City.

That's good news.

- Thanks Slim for helping to save Katie. - A lot of things helped save her life.

Yes, I know.

Why, nothing.

Hold it. I've got something I want to say.

Still printing facts?

You know Slim. Seven hours ago John McFarland came in here with a pet theory I didn't think was worth printing.

Theories have a funny way of becoming facts.

If you're looking for your letter of resignation, I'm typing on the back of it.

Okay boss.

Slim, I haven't heard you laugh like that in a long time.

Janice how would you like to marry a guy who is editor of the Fairbanks Herald?

Oh, I'd like that.

- Hey Rags! - Where did he come from?

You've got to learn to keep out of private offices. You've caused enough trouble for one day.

We're the ladies of the chorus

Here to sing and dance for you

Our flirty, flirty eyes Will wink in your direction

We will throw you all a kiss That's filled with sweet affection

If you keep applauding for us

We will give a better show

A great big howdy do

From the ladies of the chorus

Just for you

We're the ladies of the chorus

Here to sing and dance for you

Our flirty, flirty eyes

Will wink in your direction

We will throw you all a kiss

That's filled with sweet affection

If you keep applauding for us

We will give a better show

A great big howdy do From the ladies of the chorus

Just for you

Rita, what was that you were saying about Al?

When that guy takes you to dinner,

first thing you know, you're shadow-boxing.

Oh, so he's no shadow.

He says, " Listen, baby, if you're a good girl, I'll put you in a Broadway show. "

I suppose he thinks that's a new angle.

Millie, the guy writes me a letter and says he wants to marry me,

'cause two can live as cheaply as one, so long as one of us is working.

Well, what's the matter with that?

Nothing. Only I'm the one that's working.

So I said, " Listen, wise guy. I don't like anybody driving with one hand. "

So the schmo takes his other hand, off the wheel

and we crash into a tree.

I wonder why my girdle's getting so small.

Dearie, maybe you're crowding too much into it.

My dogs are killing me. Mine are, too.

I got a date with a cab driver.

Yeah? Where are you going?

Who's going? We're parking.

There's no business like show business.

Ah, shut up. Would you help me, honey?

Well, look who's here.

The star herself.

The queen of the quivers.

Hi, Bubbles. Slumming, Bubbles?

It's so seldom we're honoured by a visit from the star.

Ain't you off the reservation, dearie?

Maybe she's getting material for a book.

Oh, can she write?

Turn blue!

Hi, Peg. Hello, Bubbles.

Want to go on a date?

Oh, he's a swell guy. Crazy to meet you.

Oh, when are you going to stop being tied to your old lady's apron strings?

Why don't you let the kid go out and have some fun,

before her hair turns as grey as yours.

I don't mind her going out, Bubbles,

but not with your particular kind of friends.

Course, if she wants to go, it's all right with me,

but I don't think she wants to go.

Okay, Mother.

I'll just get one of the others to go along.

Now, which one of you ladies wants to go on a blind date?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute!

I'm going to make some coffee. Would you like some?

No, thanks. How about some crackers and milk?

I don't think so.

What's the matter, honey?

When are you going to let me feel grown up?

Letting you go out with Bubbles LaRue and her men friends,

will that make you feel grown up?

No. I don't mean those kind, but I never go out with anyone.

Do you feel bitter about that?

Not bitter, Mother.

Why should you want to go out on a blind date with some middle-aged guy

who's probably married, has a family?

There you go judging people,

criticising them when you don't even know them.

You always do that, Mother. Look, darling, I...

I'm sick of the idea of not being able to go anywhere

or do anything without the written consent of my mother.

I'm tired of being treated like a child. I'm going to bed.

If I've got to do one more show, I'm going to drop dead.

I can't make it.

15 minutes. 15.

Ah, shut up.

So I went out, and that cab driver forgot to park.

He says, " I'd like to see your show, baby.

"How about a couple of passes?"

The guys I go out with don't want passes.

They just make them.

Speaking of passes, I've been knocking down so many lately,

I feel like an All-American.

Get a load of them lilacs.

Dearie, them ain't no lilacs.

Of course not. Those are snapdragons.

On her, they look good.

Hi, Peg. Hi, Bubbles.

Like it? It's lovely.

You know, you could have something like that, too.

That party still wants to meet you, and he's awfully generous.

Why don't you go away and leave Peggy alone.

I'll speak for myself.

Oh, the voice of the turtle, finally coming out of your shell.

Oh, go crawl back into the woodwork.

Why, you gray-haired old hag.

Shut your mouth, or I'll slap it shut.

Oh, no, you won't. Oh, no?

Call my mother an old hag. You...!

Hey! Let go!

Hey, what's going on here?

Break it up. Break it up.

Break it up. Cut it out, will you?

What do you think this is, Madison Square Garden?

She ain't going to get away with this!

Just get her out of here, that's all.

Okay, okay. A fine thing, fighting like a couple of alley cats.

What are you trying to do, give burlesque a bad name?

Well, if you think... I'm not supposed to think.

I'm the stage manager. My job is to get this show on.

Now, beat it onstage, all of you.

Can't you hear the overture? Come on, places, everybody.

Come on, now, fix your make-ups and get up there.

Ever see anybody hurry you so?

All rushed about.

Oh, your wig, Mother.

You, too. Get dressed.

Who are you ordering around?

What do you want me to do, say please?

I ain't one of your stooges.

Okay, so you're the big attraction for this cookie, and you get top billing.

So if you'd have stayed in your dressing room and let these kids alone, there wouldn't have been no trouble.

So the show is about to start.

So get out there and get dressed.

Is that so? Well, I ain't going out there.

I'm quitting. Right now, this minute, see?

This turkey can fold, for all I care.

Hey, maybe you can get that old hag to go on in my place.

Oh, she ought to kill them with her corny wig and her bones cracking.

Oh, Mae. Joe, I'm sorry.

Forget it. Bubbles just walked out.

Walked out? Yeah, quit.

Gee, that's tough. I want you to go on and do her number.

Me? Sure.

You can still go out there and knock the customers cold like you used to.

That was years ago, Joe. Let's face it...

Yeah, and leave us face it, Mae. The show must go on, remember?

Okay. It'll go on.

Attagirl. Use Bubbles' dressing room.

The costumes are all in there.

What did Joe want?

Peggy, you're going on in Bubbles' spot.

What? What happened? Bubbles just walked out.

But, Mother...

Baby, you know the number backwards.

I'll have the orchestra change the key, and you can use Bubbles' dressing room.

Anyone can see I love you

Anyone can see I care

The way I hold your hand And smile in your direction

Tells the world my heart is filled With nothing but affection

Lock me in your arms for ever

That's the place I want to be

So anyone can see That I belong to you

And you belong to me

That's class.

Bubbles never did it like that.

That's too good for this turkey.

You put one over on me, Mae.

Aren't you glad? Yes, I am.

And the kid stays in that spot.

Thanks, Joe.

Lock me in your arms for ever

That's the place I want to be

So anyone can see That I belong to you

And you belong to me

Well, where are we taking my Cleveland cousin tonight, Pete?

It's all set. We're going to see Peggy Martin.

Excellent. Who's Peggy Martin?

The new darling of burlesque. Burlesque?

Yeah. Have you ever seen one?

I can't say I have. Oh, you haven't lived.

Oh, well. Well, let's live.

Boy, Randy, we're going to get you initiated.

How about it, Pete? You remember the way?

Do I remember the way? Boy, I ought to.

I get my mail there.

It was cold outside of Tiffany's

I was shivering in the storm

I walked in and asked a gentleman

Could I please keep warm?

He asked me, How come a baby doll

Has no comfy place to go?"

So I told that kindly gentleman

My tale of woe

Every baby needs a da-da-daddy

To keep her worry-free

Every baby needs a da-da-daddy But where's the one for me?

Rich or poor I don't care who

If he hasn't got a million Then a half will do

Every baby needs a da-da-daddy

Could my da-daddy be you?

She's lovely, isn't she?

Don't get any ideas.

Yeah, cousin, she's got a mother.

Yeah, everybody's got a mother.

But her mother's a one-man security council.

Right. She knocks off wolves like they were clay pigeons.

What did you say?

Every baby needs a da-da-daddy

With silver in his hair

Every baby needs a da-da-daddy

Who has some gold to spare

Some sweet softie who enjoys

Bringing home his baby Little diamond toys, oh, ho

Every baby needs a da-da-daddy

Could my da-daddy be you?

Every baby needs a da-da-daddy

In case she runs aground

Do-do, every baby Needs a da-da-daddy

To keep her safe and sound

Yes, we feel just like Red Riding Hood

'Cause the wolves are awful hungry In our neighbourhood

Oh, every baby Needs a da-da-daddy

Could my da-daddy be you?

Could my da-daddy be you?

Peggy?

Yes, Mother. Need any help?

I don't think so. Do you like my hair?

Turn around, honey.

Come in.

For you, Miss Martin.

Thank you, Mr Gregg.

Oh, it's beautiful.

From that bookmaker again?

No, I don't think so. He sends violets.

Thank you for a most enjoyable evening.

Who is it?

There's no name. No name?

Well, that's strange.

I wonder who it could be.

Oh, probably some politician who's bashful, or married.

For you, Miss Martin. Thank you, Mr Gregg.

You'll soon be known as the orchid lady.

To a charming young lady.

Would love to meet you.

Peggy, another one.

Whoever he is, he certainly has cornered the orchid market.

What does it say this time?

An ardent admirer.

Hmm, another orchid. He must be a florist.

Are you sure you never met him?

No, but I'd like to, just to see what kind of a character he is.

Oh, he's probably very dull.

Well, darling, I've got some shopping to do. I'll see you at the apartment.

Okay, Mother.

Florist.

Oh. Can I help you? Yes, I think so.

Something for yourself? Cocktail party, opera?

Oh, isn't that a beautiful orchid?

Oh, the one in the box. That's an order.

Oh, I've just got to tell this.

You know, there's a fellow comes in here every evening

and sends one of them orchids to his girl.

A real good customer? I'll say. And good-looking, too.

He should be here any minute. Lives in a hotel.

He comes in every evening around 6 without fail.

Pays cash, has it sent and never signs his name to the card.

How strange. And you know what?

This will kill you.

He sends it to Peggy Martin, the burlesque queen,

over at the Rome Theatre.

No. So help me.

Can you imagine? Sending all them orchids to a burlesque queen.

There's no telling about a man's taste, I always say. Hmm.

Well, dearie, have you made up your mind what kind of flowers you want?

Oh, let me see. Oh, carnations.

Okay. One dozen? Two dozen?

One will do. One dozen.

No, no. Just one carnation.

That'll be 10 cents, please. Thank you.

Want me to put it in a box for you?

No, thank you. I'll take it like this.

Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

Nice day, wasn't it?

Very nice day. Yes, it was.

You'll be sure to send this right away, won't you?

Wouldn't you rather deliver it in person?

No, thanks, I...

Miss Martin. Yes.

Well, aren't you going to give me the orchid?

Orchid... Oh, yes, yes, the orchid.

Thank you. Thank you.

And your name's still not on the card.

It's Randy. It's Randy what?

It's Randy what?

Oh. Randy Carroll.

Nice to meet you, Mr Carroll. Thank you.

I've been planning for a week what I'd say when I met you.

And what did you decide?

L... I hadn't decided yet.

Miss Martin, I... Well, Miss Martin...

Yes, Mr Carroll?

Would you go to dinner with me? I'd love to.

Oh, so would I.

Oh.

They're dead out there tonight, girls.

Come on, now, let's wake them up.

Peggy?

Joe, has Peggy come in yet? I ain't seen her, Mae.

I wonder what happened to her. She didn't come home to dinner.

What? She's onstage in 15 minutes.

Sorry, Joe.

Step on it. You're practically on.

I'll make it.

Peggy, where were you?

I waited till 6 and then had dinner at the cafeteria.

I phoned home a little after 6.

You know, Mother, I had the most wonderful time.

And he isn't a character or a wolf at all.

He's a perfect gentleman.

You should have seen the expression on his face when he saw me.

Who are you talking about?

Randy Carroll.

And who's Randy Carroll?

He's the fella that's been sending me all those orchids.

And he's anxious to meet you.

You're on, Miss Martin. Coming, Joe.

I'll tell you all about it later, Mother.

Would you please tell Miss Martin that Randy Carroll's waiting?

Yes, sir.

Say, dad, are you the one that delivers the flowers to Miss Martin?

Uh-huh. Thanks.

Are you the one that sends them? Uh-huh.

Must be expensive.

Oh...

Oh. Well, yes, they are.

You've been a big help to me.

So have you.

Then we had dinner, and he asked me if he could see me tonight after the show, and I said he could.

Is that all right, Mother?

Come in.

Mr Carroll to see you, Miss Martin.

Oh, tell him I'll be right out. Yes, ma'am.

Oh, Gregg.

Please have Mr Carroll come in.

You said he was anxious to meet me.

Well, yes, he is.

Well, all right, then.

Won't you come in?

Hello. Hello.

Oh, Randy, I want you to meet somebody.

Yeah.

Mother, this is Randy Carroll.

"Mother"?

How do you do?

So glad to know you. I...

hope it's all right.

My coming in here, I mean.

Of course it's all right.

It's the first time I've ever been backstage.

You're not disappointed? Oh, no. It's wonderful.

Mother, Randy...

I mean, Mr Carroll wants me to go to the Waldorf Roof tonight.

Yes. Uh... Will you, uh? Will you join us?

No, thanks. You two run along and have a good time.

All right. I won't be late.

Goodnight, Mrs Martin. Goodnight.

Are you sure you won't join us?

Well, goodnight.

Goodnight.

Shall we dance?

I'd love to.

Lock me in your arms for ever

That's the place I want to be

So anyone can see That I belong to you

And you belong to me

Anyone can see I love you

Anyone can see I care

The way I hold your hand

And smile in your direction

Tells the world my heart is filled With nothing but affection

Don't stop. Go on.

Why don't you sing the rest.

Me? Uh-huh.

I don't think I know all the words.

Well, then, make up some of your own.

Okay. I'll try.

Anyone can see I... I love you.

You know how much I care.

The way I hold your hand

and smile in your direction...

tells the world my heart is filled with nothing but affection.

Mother. Mother.

Why aren't you in bed?

Oh. I was reading. I must have dozed off.

Do you know what time it is?

No, what time is it? It's after 3.

Good heaven.

Well, did you have a good time, dear?

Wonderful. Where'd you go?

Club Embassy. That's nice.

Well, I guess I'll go to bed.

Mother? Yes, dear?

I...

I want to talk to you.

Won't it keep till morning?

No.

It's about Randy.

What about Randy?

He... He...

Peggy, what are you trying to say?

He asked me to marry him.

Oh. What did you say?

I told him he'd have to get your consent.

And what did he say to that?

He's going to ask you tomorrow.

Oh, you will say yes, won't you, Mother?

And if I don't, I suppose you'll marry him anyway.

I don't know. I hadn't thought about that.

Let's go to bed, darling. We'll talk about it in the morning.

Hello, Mrs Martin. Hello, Randy. Come in.

Thank you.

I... I suppose you know why I'm here.

Yes, I know. Peggy told me that you asked her to marry you.

That's right. You want my consent?

Very much.

You're a fine boy, Randy. I like you, and Peggy loves you.

Then, it's all right? Oh, just a minute.

I haven't finished.

I have no objections to you, Randy. I'm sure you know that.

And I want Peggy to marry the man she loves.

Usually, that's all that matters when two people are in love

and want to get married.

But sometimes there are other things to be considered.

What could be more important than that Peggy and I love each other?

Well, I'll try to explain.

Peggy doesn't belong in your world.

She belongs in the show world. Burlesque.

Burlesque queen, that's what people call her.

What difference does that make?

You don't care.

But what about your mother and your friends?

What will they say when you bring a burlesque girl home

and introduce as your wife? They'd better say it's wonderful.

And how do you think Peggy will feel when she's snubbed by them?

When she sees that your mother's ashamed of her?

Peggy's happiness means everything in the world to me, Randy.

And to me, Mrs Martin.

I'll make her happy.

I'm sure you would, if it were entirely up to you.

Look, if my friends won't accept Peggy, then I don't want them as friends.

And if your mother won't accept her?

That's impossible. You don't know Mother.

She'll love Peggy just as I do.

Another young man said the same thing.

Who was that?

Peggy's father. Oh.

And what happened?

Well, I was just about Peggy's age,

very much in love.

He was a fine, handsome boy.

Alan Wakeley. The Boston Wakeleys. I was the happiest girl in the world.

Got a man, got a man

What a man

Sweet as any man could be

Got a man, got a man

What a man

Are you wondering Who he can be?

I'm so crazy for you

Oh, so crazy for you

When we kiss Can't you tell

My heart's dizzy Running round a padded cell?

I'm so wild about you

Baby, what'll I do?

Got the shivers, got the shakes

Cut it out, for goodness' sakes

I'm so crazy for you

Adorable, adorable you

Ain't he the persistent one?

That's Alan Wakeley, you dope. He's Mae's steady.

Oh, is that who he is?

Get this.

Say, Mr Wakeley, ain't you got no home?

Sure I have, but Mae doesn't live there yet.

Not bad. Quick on the trigger.

Hello, Alan.

Oh, you look beautiful, Mae.

Thank you.

You know, one of these days, you're going to throw this into deep centre field.

Oh, no. Not with my control.

Oh, hey, how about my fielding average?

Where will it be tonight, Delmonico's or the Plaza?

That little nook at Delmonico's.

That's an idea. I've never proposed to you there, have I?

And please not tonight, Alan.

I just don't understand you, Mae.

You say you love me, and yet you won't marry me.

It doesn't make sense. I'm sorry.

Look, Mae, your reasons for not marrying me...

Must we go through all that again?

Darling, I've told you a thousand times.

I don't give a rap what my friends think.

If they won't accept you, then they can go to blazes.

As for my mother, well, you just don't know her.

She'll love you as much as I do.

I refused Alan that night and many nights after that.

But he just wouldn't give up.

There were dances and dinners and flowers.

I couldn't have been happier.

But always it was the same thing, until finally, I...

You agreed to marry him. Yes.

I'll never forget that night.

I'll bet you didn't think I was going to show up, huh?

Did you see a big blond?

A big blond came down and says there's a big party upstairs.

Everybody's singing and dancing...

You're too beautiful, kid.

So I joined the party.

But there always has to be a wise guy in every party.

And there was one of them guys in this party.

He made a few unnecessary remarks.

I want to see you right after this scene.

I want to see you, too.

Who is it? It's me, Billy.

Come on in.

Ah, the scene went great, Mae.

You know, I got something to ask you, and tonight's the night.

Billy, congratulate me.

You're congratulated. What for? I'm getting married.

Married? Uh-huh.

Well... What do you know?

I'm leaving the show Saturday night.

Wakeley? Yes.

Well, I wish you luck.

Only, I don't know. I'm afraid.

Oil and water don't mix.

Billy, I think I know what you mean, but Alan and I will work it out.

Yeah. Sure, you'll work it out.

You know, I never told you, but... Not that it'd make any difference,

but I've been in love with you for a long time myself.

You're a swell guy.

Yeah. Well, if it don't work out...

Of course it's going to work out.

Oh, what do you want to tell me, Billy?

Oh, uh... Gee, I forgot what it was.

Couldn't have been very important, huh? See you.

Oh, closing night, we'll give you a swell party.

I'll be the head waiter. I'll arrange everything.

# I'm so crazy for you ##

So, you see, Randy, I was warned.

Somehow I felt that everything would be all right.

Alan insisted on getting married first and telling his mother afterwards.

He wanted it to be a surprise.

And what a surprise it was.

I was very happy those first few weeks in the home of Alan's parents.

Everyone treated me like a queen.

Until they found out I was a queen. A burlesque queen.

Alan's mother was furious, and his friends were horrified.

There were terrible scenes after that.

When I couldn't stand it any longer,

I slipped out of the house one night and left Boston.

What happened to Alan?

His father sent him off to Europe

and had the marriage annulled.

And you never tried to get in touch with him?

I had no reason to.

Then what did you do?

What could I do?

I went back to the only thing I knew, burlesque.

In the middle of the act, poor kid.

Is the doctor still in there? Doc, how is she?

It's all right. Nothing to worry about.

Of course, she should not be working.

What's wrong with her?

Nothing wrong with her. She's going to be a mother. That's all.

A mother! You mean right now?

Well, not right this minute.

Well, what do you know.

Peggy was born four months later.

For a long time, we lived in theatre dressing rooms.

As soon as she was old enough, I put her in school.

And I continued on in burlesque.

Not as its queen. I became just one of the ladies of the chorus.

Boo! Billy!

Mae! Oh, Billy, it's so good to see you.

I was out front watching you. Kitten, you're still the cutest.

How do you feel, Mae? Oh, I'm fine. Gee, you look wonderful.

Oh, I feel good, too.

What are you doing here? Did the show close?

No, the show's playing Boston this week.

You weren't laid off? No, no, I quit.

Let's get out of here. This traffic... You quit?

Yeah. This traffic is like Grand Central Station.

But you can't afford to.

You're not as young as you used to be, you know.

Oh, I don't know.

Besides, I got a few simoleons stashed away.

It's like this. I got a letter from Peggy.

She's graduating from high school. Yes, Billy, she is.

Well, it wouldn't be an honest-to-goodness graduation

without your old Uncle Billy, would it? So here I am.

Same old Billy.

Oh, cut it out, Mae. You'll embarrass me in front of all these people.

Oh, I got a little present for Peggy's graduation.

You think she'll like it? Oh, it's beautiful.

She'll love it. Oh, but, Billy, you shouldn't have done it. You can't afford it.

Oh, it's nothing. It's a little thing I bought a long time ago.

Uh... It's for Peggy, remember?

Well, that's about all there is.

After graduation, Peggy insisted on going to work,

and she managed to get in the same chorus with me.

That was her way of helping out.

So you see, Randy, the marriage you propose for Peggy didn't work out in my case,

and it won't in yours.

You're wrong. People are different today.

They're more broad-minded about such things.

Mother will accept Peggy for what she is.

It won't work.

Mrs Martin, I hope you'll forgive me for saying this,

but you have a mother complex.

I'll consent to the marriage, on one condition.

Yes, what is it?

That you tell your mother you're going to marry Peggy Martin, a burlesque queen.

I don't want you to misunderstand me.

I agree that your experience wasn't a happy one.

But I do think you're being very short-sighted to inject your bitterness

into Peggy's future.

I'll tell Mother. That was always my intention.

Good day, Mrs Martin.

Yes? It's me, Mother. May I come in?

Well, yes, dear, come in.

What are you doing up so early?

Couldn't sleep. Oh, something on your mind?

Something you didn't tell me last night?

Yes, and it's... It's very important.

Randy, you're in love.

How did you know?

It's very simple. You're just like your father.

Every time he had anything on his mind, it was sure to be written on his face.

Okay, you win. Well, anyhow, she's...

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

Hazel Langley? No.

Mertis Rogers? No, no.

Ann Crawford? No? No, it's none of them, Mother. It's...

Well, then, who is it?

Peggy. Peggy Martin.

Oh. The Boston Martins?

No, just plain Martin, Mother. No social position.

But does it make any difference, as long as Peggy and I love each other?

She's wonderful. And so's her mother.

Well, can't you tell me something of their background?

Background? I'll, uh...

I want you to meet them first.

And when you get to know them, I'll tell you all about their background.

All right, dear, if that's the way you want it.

Why not invite them here to spend a couple of weeks with us.

Oh, Mom, you always say the right thing.

I love you. You know, you're a doll.

Sure you've got everything?

Just a few little things left in the bedroom.

Uncle Billy!

Well, how's my little gal? Hi, Mae.

Oh, it's wonderful to see you. We were afraid you wouldn't make it.

Oh, I got your call, so... What's the do? You folks going some place?

To Cleveland. We're going to visit Randy's mother.

She's invited us. Isn't it wonderful?

Oh, it sure is, honey. We're leaving on the 2: 10 train.

Oh, Uncle Billy, I'm the happiest girl in the world.

You'd better start thinking about coming to Cleveland to give the bride away.

You bet I will.

I've got to finish packing, Uncle Billy.

Well, I sure hope this works out.

It will, Billy. Randy has told his mother we're from burlesque.

Burlesque. Seems I've heard of that.

This must be the place.

Yes, we've lived in Cleveland all our lives.

My husband started his business here.

Of course, he had branch offices in New York and Chicago and Los Angeles.

We saw a great deal of those cities and Europe, too.

I suppose you're a native New Yorker.

Oh, yes.

What was your husband's business?

Uh, brokerage, Mother.

Really? Yes, he was a Boston man.

Oh, we've some very dear friends in Boston.

Do you know the Drummonds by any chance?

No, Mrs Carroll.

Or the Peter Milners?

Uh... No.

What schools did you attend, my dear?

Well, Mrs Carroll, I...

Excuse me, Madame. Mrs Brewster is on the telephone.

Will you excuse me?

Randy, you didn't keep your promise.

No, I didn't.

But why, after I made it perfectly clear?

Well, maybe I should have.

But, well, I thought I'd tell Mother after she got to know you.

Give her a chance to see for herself what kind of people you are.

It was a mistake not to tell her. I don't think so.

Maybe Randy's right, Mother.

I hope so.

Oh, I almost forgot. The gang's over at Roger Clark's.

I want them to meet Peggy.

Why, of course, dear. I know how anxious your friends are to see Peggy.

Yes, they are. Come on, honey. See you later.

Don't be late for dinner. We won't.

We're going over to the Brewsters' tonight to have a few hours of bridge.

You do play bridge, don't you?

Oh, I'm afraid not. I could never get interested in it.

That's perfectly all right, my dear.

There's always a little game of poker for those who are allergic to bridge.

Hi there, stranger. Hi.

It seems to me I know you from some place.

Oh, yes, you're my mother.

I believe that's it.

Oh, it's so nice running into you again.

Oh, mothers like that sort of thing.

We should see each other more often.

Maybe have lunch together someday.

Well, I'll consult my date book.

Oh, I know you're awfully tied up, but, um...

Yes, but one must consider one's mother, you know?

True. How true.

Shall I see you at the dog show?

I'll be the third Airedale from the left.

We don't get to see each other much these days, do we, dear?

No, we don't. I've been seeing Randy constantly.

Me socialising along with his mother.

Gosh, the way she gets around makes my head dizzy.

The Brewsters, the Lindseys,

the cocktail parties and the bridge.

It's like playing one-night stands.

It's exciting, though, meeting all these nice people

and feeling you can be a part of them.

Makes you happy, doesn't it, darling?

Yes, but I only hope it isn't all a dream

and that someday I'll wake up and...

Who is it?

Randy, are you still up?

Yes, Mother, come in.

I shan't stay but a few moments.

Sit down, dear.

Well, this must be pretty important.

It is. Well, come on. Give.

It's about Peggy. Peggy?

It is time we discussed it.

Yes. I, uh... I was going to tell you. I, uh...

I mean Peggy's engagement party.

Engagement party?

Oh, the engagement party.

Yes, what did you think I meant?

Oh, I thought that, well, maybe you, uh... I don't know.

Well, if being in love affects you like that,

perhaps you'd better remain a bachelor.

Oh, now, wait a minute. Don't get any ideas like that.

But honestly, I hadn't given a thought to the party.

Men never do.

Well, why should I worry about such things

when I've got a mother like you who does?

Calm down, dear, and listen to me.

Madam, you have my undivided attention.

Which includes listening.

Well, we'll give the party here.

We'll get an orchestra

and some entertainment.

You know, you're the only son I have.

Salisbury?

Oh, Salisbury.

Have the decorators arrived yet? No, Madame.

I beg pardon, Mrs Carroll. Mrs Windrift on the phone.

Oh, dear, and she'll talk for an hour.

Well, here, you take this and arrange the room according to my diagram.

And when the decorators do arrive,

tell them I suggest the orchestra should be placed... Well, there. In the alcove.

Yes?

Well, how do you do.

Who are you?

I'm Ripple.

You do? I mean, you are?

I'm the decorator.

Oh.

But there was to be three of you.

That's right, but there's another man coming, sir.

That'll only make two.

Oh, no. You see, I brought Junior along to help me.

Say hello to the gentleman, Junior.

Well, how do you do.

Come in.

This way, please.

You see, we're a little short of help.

You are very short of help.

All the carpets ought to be out.

The chairs to be placed against the walls.

There are more chairs coming.

The piano goes in the alcove.

The floors must be waxed.

Hmm. Well, I was just wondering if it wouldn't be better to, uh...

Let's not quibble, Dribble.

Not Dribble. Ripple.

All right, we're ready.

All right, we're ready.

Well, let's go. You know what to do.

That must be the other man.

That must be the other man.

Hello. Is this the Carroll residence?

Yes, come in. Don't just stand there.

There is work to be done.

Is this where the engagement party for Miss Martin's being held?

Yes, yes, come in. Let's start work.

I don't think you understand.

I understand perfectly. This way, please.

This way, please.

Here's your man, Ripple. Oh, he's here?

Looks like I'm here.

Uncle Billy, I'm so happy to see you.

Hello, Peggy. How are you?

Hiya, Mae. Hello, Billy.

Mrs Carroll, I want you to meet Mr Mackay.

How do you do. How do you do.

I'll have Salisbury look after you. Salisbury.

Randy, this is Uncle Billy. Glad to know you.

Heard a lot about you. Heard a lot about you, too, Randy.

Yes, Madame? Will you show Mr Mackay to his room?

He is not here yet, Madame.

Salisbury, this is Mr Mackay. Oh.

Mr Mackay, this way, please.

Oh, Mr and Mrs Windrift.

I want you to meet my son's fiancie, Miss Peggy Martin.

And Mrs Martin. How do you do.

Oh, and I don't want you to miss this trio. Come on. Let's all go in.

When the jungle moon Is shining bright

High in the sky above

The strangest noises fill the night

When Ubangis

Plight their love

When they speak of love and passion Their lips beat in rhythmic fashion

All you hear is clackety clop clop Chop chop, boogie wop, boogie bop

Even if they whisper, "Honey" What comes out is loud and funny

All you hear is clackety clop clop Chop chop, boogie wop, boogie bop

Though it's loud enough When Johnny whispers to his Jane

Just imagine what it sounds like Down in Lovers' Lane

All together, love's expression Sounds like drummers In jam sessions

All you hear is clackety clop clop chop chop, boogie wop, boogie bop

La-la-la-la! Ba da da

Woolie, bop bop, woolie Bop bop, woolie bop

Oh, just imagine waiting For a sweet and tender sigh

Then you hear a bop bop, mop mop What a strange reply

Love is deafening, no wonder Every kiss comes out like thunder

All you hear is clackety clop clop Chop chop, boogie wop, boogie bop

When Ubangis plot their clackety Clop clop, chop chop, boogie wop

Clackety, clop clop Chop chop, boogie wop, mop

Hey, Bobby, that's Peggy Martin.

Hello, Peggy.

Hello, Bobby. How about a song?

Folks, you all know Peggy Martin, queen of burlesque.

Let's get her to sing a song.

Did he say "burlesque"? That's what he said.

Burlesque queen? I am surprised.

Lmagine Randy getting mixed up with a girl like that.

Didn't Randy tell his mother? No.

Gee, I'm sorry, Mr Carroll.

It's Randy. Randy, please leave us alone.

But I want to talk to Peggy.

She'll see you later.

Randy should have told his mother. You were right.

And so was Uncle Billy.

Yes, darling. Uncle Billy was right. Both times.

Where's Peggy? Inside. She won't talk to me.

She'll talk to me.

Please, Randy.

It's not Randy. It's Mrs Carroll.

Please open the door.

Well, where do you think you're going?

Home, where we belong. That's ridiculous.

Ridiculous? After what's happened?

So, you want to run away because a few narrow-minded people

object to the way you've been earning your own living?

You'd be willing to give up the man you love, everything, without a fight?

Just what are you driving at?

Running away will only make things worse.

Peggy would be bitter and frustrated for the rest of her life.

Now, our children love each other and want to get married. Does anything else matter?

I should have told you. I promised Peggy and her mother I would.

But you didn't. Not that it would have made much difference anyway.

Randy, take Peggy and her mother downstairs.

Well, what about your friends? I'll take care of my friends.

Hurry up, now. Hurry, Randy.

You know, Mrs Carroll, I like the way you talk.

Thank you.

Honey, it's like an opening night.

Just keep smiling, and it'll keep them guessing.

Well, this is it, Billy.

Um, attention. Attention. Quiet, everybody.

We're going right on with the entertainment.

But first, I want you to meet Mr Mackay, who will accompany the next number.

Boys, I'll start it, and you kind of sneak in.

A gal I knew loved wedding chimes

So she got married many times

At 60, she ran out of men

So she married the first one Over again

You're never too old To do what you did

You're never too old To feel like a kid

Your back may be bent Your hair may be gray

But you're never too old Till you're put away

Away, away

Where everything is exquisite

Away, away Where relatives seldom visit

A girl I knew was young and sweet

And all she liked to do was eat

Today she does a circus act

She's so round and so firm And so fully packed

You're never too old To do what you did

You're never too old To feel like a kid

Your knees may be weak You may have the gout

But you're never too old Till they strike you out

Way out, way out

Where no one is sour or solemn

Way out, way out

Where they have No society column

At 25, Marie Lamarr Became a famous burlesque star

At 50, she could wave a hip

That would make a whole crew Abandon a ship

You're never too old To do what you did

You're never too old To feel like a kid

You may need a cane And wear a toupee

But you're never too old Till you're put away

Away, away

Where everything is okay

Thank you. Thank you so much.

It's really more than I deserve after all these years.

I suppose you're saying to yourselves, Well, not bad for an amateur.

But I have a confession to make.

I'm not really an amateur at all.

I was also a lady of the chorus.

Can you imagine? Adele Carroll a chorus girl.

Yes, isn't it exciting?

I hope I haven't shocked you, my friends.

Oh, no, Adele, it's wonderful.

Well, shall we have some more dancing?

Mother, you were wonderful. I didn't know you were on the stage.

What shows were you in? She wasn't.

She was never on the stage in her life.

What? No.

That was just her idea to make Peggy and Randy happy.

But you shocked your friends.

They can take a little shock now and then. Do them good.

By the way, a double wedding of mother and daughter really would shock them.

You know, "You're never too old to do what you did. "

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