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Buy your tickets now for the next show starting at 9.45.

Standing room only. Buy your tickets now for the next show starting at 9.45.

Are there any seats in the orchestra? At 9.45, madam. Standing room only. Have

your tickets ready. What time does the picture go on? At 9.45.

Are you sure?

Standing room only, madam. But can you tell me? At 9.45. Yes, yes, yes. But

what I want to know is... Standing room only. I've lost my wife.

You suppose I could go back through the ladies' dressing room? The standing room

only till 9.45.

Have your tickets ready, please. The next show starts at 9.45.

Two singles in the rear.

Two singles in the rear.

Are they both together?

Sorry, sir, but these things are not... Well, we'll take them anyway.

Second balcony around the corner. Second balcony, Mary. Come on.

Two singles in the rear. I'll take one now.

It's a good thing I got a job sitting all day, or I couldn't go for this.

Me too. That old swivel chair will feel pretty good in the morning.

Well, here we go.

Sorry.

No, it's nice to like you.

Believe me, when I get married, I'm only going to shows that have reserved seats.

When you get married?

Say, you think... Sure I'm thinking, but that's all.

I can't get married on 40 a week. Not in this man's town.

My brother doesn't get any more than that.

He and Agnes manage beautifully.

That's because Agnes works. Well, why shouldn't she?

Man doesn't like his wife working in an office. He wants to work for her.

Wants her waiting for him when he gets home.

Oh, Ken, you're hopelessly dated.

Someday the right girl will come along, and then it won't make any difference.

You think so?

Mm-hmm. You just wait and see.

I'll wait, honey, if you will.

Gee, Lola, I'm nuts about you.

Oh, Ken, not here.

Yeah,

and did I hate to get up when that alarm went off.

Believe me, I'm gonna turn in early tonight.

So am I.

Mother had to call me three times this morning. And I scarcely had time for

breakfast. I'll tell you one thing. The next time we go to the Winter Garden,

we're going to catch that early show.

Make it snappy, kid. The boss wants to see you. The boss?

Gee, what's the matter? Am I canned?

You ought to know more about that than I do.

Look, Lola, the boss wants to see me.

I'll see you at lunch, huh?

Right. Bye.

You see?

Jacob Mengel is not a tight one.

Now, all what you want to have to do is to ask.

If you want to have an assistant, you will get an assistant.

Come in.

Good morning, Mr. Mengel.

Good morning.

Morning, Mr. Jackson. Good morning, Hayes.

Now, Mr. Mengel was thinking... Now, just a moment, please. Just a moment.

Let me ask him a question.

We are opening up a branch office of this business down in South America.

Now, all what I wanted to know from you is, would you consider going down to

that place, to that city, what you may call it again, please?

Buenos Aires.

Yes. Would you consider going to Baneras with Mr. Jackson? Would I? To South

America? I'll say I would. All right. That whole thing is settled. You can

pack your stuff.

Gosh, Mr. Mengel, I don't know how to thank you for this. You can thank me

after you get down there, if you still feel like thanking me. Now go out to the

cashier and get your cash and get your tickets.

Hello, Lola.

Oh, hello, Connie. Waiting for someone? Yeah, Ken, I wish you'd hurry. I'm

starved. Oh, that's all? Oh, here he is now.

Hello, honey. Hello. Hi, Connie. Hello, Ken. Say, where have you been? Say, are

you going to be surprised?

Why? What do you mean?

I guess I'll join the bread line. See you later. All right. Hey, wait till you

see. Why? What is it, Ken?

Close your eyes.

Hey, close them, will you? All right.

All right.

Oh, it's swell. Can I have it? I should say not. That's for a passport. And

look.

Here's an honest-to-gosh first-class ticket to South America.

South America? Yeah, don't you believe me?

Well, sure, Kim, but I don't understand.

It's a break, that's all. The company's going to send me to the Argentine. Come

on, I'll tell you all about it.

Some stirred tomatoes and some corn and spinach. That's good for you.

Now, big chance, honey. Of course, there's much money in there first, but

think what it'll mean. Slice of roast beef and some mashed potatoes.

Of course, it'll get kind of lonesome down there, but then a guy can't expect

everything, can he? I want to get back. Yeah, I want some gravy on it.

Say, honey, you should have seen my face when the boss said, Hayes, would you

consider going to... No, no, give me one of those rolls, will you?

Give me a piece of that pie and a glass of milk.

What's the matter? Aren't you eating?

No, kid, I'm not hungry.

Give me some of that blueberry pie with a lot of whipped cream on it, huh?

And a large cup of coffee.

It's only for two years, and I'll work like the devil.

I'll save every nickel, honestly.

Here's Connie.

Oh, hello, Connie. You're just in time. I've got to run. Sit down. What's the

hurry? You're not catching a boat, are you?

Oh, I wouldn't be at all surprised. See you later, honey. Bye, Connie.

Gee, I'm sorry I missed you this morning. But I had to stay home and

fight with that big bozo brother of mine.

Honestly, Joe's getting terrible.

What do you think he wants now?

He wants me to give up my job and marry Louie.

Imagine. A greasy bootlegger.

Well, I should say not.

Why should I?

Yeah, men are selfish.

You're telling me?

What do they care how they mess up our lives?

Just let someone interfere with them, their plans or their career.

Ain't it the truth?

Well, look, here goes your sister-in-law, Agnes. Seemed to me that

was the best.

Oh, pardon me a moment. I'll meet you at the desk. All right.

Oh, hello.

Hello. Agnes, would you marry a great big greasy bootlegger if you didn't want

to? I wouldn't marry him even if he wasn't greasy, wasn't big, and wasn't a

bootlegger. What's more, I'm late for the office. Oh, darling, your brother

and I are stopping in tonight for dinner.

Did you call Mother?

No, you do it, honey, will you? And tell her we're going to the park afterwards.

You know, there's a marvelous concert.

Not for me. Oh, it wouldn't hurt you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Gee, Agnes is always in such a rush.

If I had a job like hers and a swell husband like your brother Jim, an

apartment and a car...

I wouldn't mind rushing a bit to make both ends meet.

Would you?

Lola, darling, what's the matter?

Oh, what's the use, Connie?

Things never happen the way you want them to.

But it doesn't hurt to think about them once in a while, does it?

Sometimes it does hurt.

Terribly.

Say, I thought you were starved. Why, you haven't eaten a thing.

Lord, bless this food to our use.

and ourselves to thy loving service.

Amen.

Well, what's on for tonight?

Concert at the park. Another?

Look here, darling, I'm tired.

Well, so am I. That's no reason for not improving yourself when it doesn't cost

a cent.

Perhaps your friend Mr. Hayes would like to come too.

Oh, he can't, Mother. He's going away.

Really?

Yes, to South America. Oh, what a shame.

Why do you say that? I meant for you, dear.

You seem so fond of him.

Yep, looks like the boy got loose.

Well, I dare say Lola could have him if she wanted to.

If she's anything like you, she could.

Now, Jim, explain that quick, and it better be good. Children, children.

Where are you going, dear?

Upstairs, Mother. I'm not hungry, really. I guess I'm a little tired.

Looks as if that Ken fellow got her down.

I'm afraid so.

I can't understand it.

He's been so attentive for almost a year. Well, you wouldn't want him to

marry the girl and then leave her, would you? Why doesn't he marry her and stay

here? What's the use of going to South America? Sounds like a pretty nice trip

to me. Oh, nonsense. He's just running away, that's all.

From Lola? Well, he doesn't earn enough, and he probably figures she'd quit her

job first thing and become an impossible burden. It doesn't occur to you, I

suppose, that he might prefer to wait until he did earn enough?

And how many years would that take, Mr.

Davis? How do I know?

Plenty these days.

I don't suppose he earns more than $40 a week.

$40 a week?

When I married your mother, I was getting $15 a week.

Oh, that was then, dear.

Yeah, yeah. Just the same, I do think young people today are extravagant.

Yeah, you're right. I dare say you and Jim could manage very well, even if you

didn't work, Agnes.

We'd manage a darn sight better, Mother, and that's the truth. Yes, I could spend

all day taking care of the darn house for you.

Cooking your meals and washing your dishes and thinking how marvelous it'll

be when you get home at night.

Couldn't ever go anywhere because we couldn't afford it.

You'd know just where I was and just what I was doing all the time.

See so much of one another, we couldn't possibly like each other. But being

decent, like not wearing any clothes.

At least you could find it possible to raise a family.

We did.

Yes, what do you think Jim said the other day? For an experiment, let's have

a baby.

And get a life sentence?

Not for me, no, thank you, Father Davis, not just now.

I'll get it, Mother.

Let Atlas do it.

Hello?

It's Ken.

Oh, yes, Mr. Hayes.

Oh, no, no, this is your sister-in-law.

Oh, well, I'm sure I couldn't say. Just a minute, please.

Is Lola going out tonight?

Just to the concert with us, I imagine.

I think I'll make it interesting for him.

Mr. Hayes, I'm awfully sorry, but I'm afraid she can't come to the phone just

now. She's very busy dressing.

No, no, just a date somewhere.

Oh, you are?

Tomorrow?

Oh, I would tell her, of course.

Well, if you could get here before eight.

Not at all.

Goodbye. Hey, are you crazy? She isn't going anywhere.

Why don't you tell that fellow the truth?

My darling, you wouldn't want me to tell the truth to a perfect stranger, would

you? Think how it would sound.

I wish for once you'd mind your own business.

Oh, now listen, Jim, she's in love with that boy and there's no reason on earth

she shouldn't have him. He hasn't any money for one thing.

Well, neither have you.

You're not doing so bad.

Certainly better off than you were before we were married. Maybe I am, but

someday you're going to get an awful shock.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Well, was he peeved with his it's a bitsy wifey?

Oh, for the love of my... Hey, if you don't like me, why'd you marry me?

Yeah, fine time to ask me about that now.

Oh, cheer up, honey.

Ah, now, Lola. Now, it can't be as bad as all that.

Blow hard.

Where's that new gown of yours?

It won't fit you, Agnes.

I don't want it. I just want to see how you look in it.

What for?

My dear, that's the only thing to do when you're feeling rotten.

You get all dressed up and you go places.

Oh, but Agnes, please.

If I had a face and figure like yours, I wouldn't lay around moping.

Oh, here it is.

Honey, it's a knockout. But I don't want to put it on.

Now, come on, slip off your thing. No, I won't. Well, your mother wants to see

it, too. She just said so. Now, Agnes, don't be silly.

Lola, I'm ashamed of you.

Mooning over a man.

If you had one ounce of pride.

Very well, if it's going to amuse you.

But I'm not going out.

Perhaps it won't be necessary.

Too obvious.

Where are the others?

Well, they left for the parkway to meet them.

Well, darling, you're a riot in that dress.

Am I? You sure are.

I thought Mother wanted to see it. Well, you, uh, you took so long.

Say, what's the big idea?

Let's have some lights.

Oh.

Now, what's the use pretending, Lowly? You know you love him.

Love him?

Ken.

I'm not in love with anyone who isn't in love with me. But he is. No, not really.

Dear, I could tell by his voice on the phone.

On the phone?

He's coming over. Agnes, so that's your idea.

Oh, now, don't look so tragic.

Now, listen, darling.

If you knew just six sentences to say that would make him propose... Would you

say them?

Propose? Well, of course I wouldn't. But it's so easy.

Now, look.

I'll, um, I'll write them down.

And I'll give you my personal guarantee they'll work. Oh, don't be stupid.

Can you read my shorthand? What difference does it make?

Well, now you were going to a dance with Harry or Fred.

You must know someone by the name of Fred.

You're just wasting your time.

And then Ken will come in and ask you to spend this evening with him, seeing as

it's the last evening.

And you'll say, all right. You'll call it off when Fred telephones.

And then, of course, I'll telephone.

Isn't it easy?

No, I'm not interested.

Then, um...

Then Ken will ask you to go out.

And you'll suddenly start to cry and say, you just don't feel like going

anywhere. Me cry?

Yes, dear, you.

And then he'll try to comfort you. But I never cry, Agnes. You will, dear.

Then he'll ask you, what's the matter?

And you'll say, oh, I'm so tired of everything, Ken.

And I'm afraid I'm not very good company.

And he'll say, oh, yes, you are.

And then he'll put his arms around you.

Oh, would he?

That's my business.

Well, after that, it gets easier all the time.

You say, Ken, darling, sometimes you're the only person in the world I can talk

to. Oh, I simply couldn't, Agnes. And then quickly add, don't you ever get

tired of poor me?

Ever? And then he'll say, never. Of course. Of course.

And then you'll say, oh, Ken, you're such a darling.

And it's going to be terribly hard.

What is?

That's just what he'll say.

What is? And you'll say, marrying someone else.

Oh. And then he'll draw back and say, you, getting married.

And you'll say, well, Ken, dear, a girl has to get married sometime, you know,

while she still has chances.

And he'll say, hmm.

How many chances do you get in a week?

Or something like that. And you'll say, well, I've had two every other week for

the past two weeks. Or something like that.

And he'll say, oh, so you're all set to step off, eh?

And you'll say... No, no, I'll say nothing of the kind. Yes, you will,

dear. You'll say, well, Fred wants me to marry him. And he's terribly in love

with me.

I don't want to stay single forever.

And he'll say, oh, well, if you're thinking of getting married this season,

why not marry me?

And there you are.

No, because he wouldn't say it. Why not?

Well, in the first place, he isn't such a sap.

In the second place, I like him too well to trick him into anything.

Darling, how do you think people get married?

I don't know.

I'll say you don't.

Now, honestly, Agnes.

Do you think any person with any sense at all will fall for a deliberate trap

like that? Oh, honey bunch, hundreds of thousands of them fall for it every

year.

There's one coming now.

Now, look, dear, I'll leave these notes here.

No, no, Agnes, take them with you.

They're worth a lot, honey, and believe me, I know. I used them on your brother.

About you, I thought it was Fred.

Who's Fred?

Oh, haven't you met him? Fred Applegate. He's just back from Europe. Oh, is

she... Hello, Laura. It isn't Fred, dear. It's Mr.

Hayes.

Hello, Ken.

Hello. Well, goodbye.

I hope you have a marvelous trip to South America.

Well, honey, what's the big idea?

Is there one?

You might have given me a break on my last night.

Oh, well, I wasn't going out anyway.

What's the dress for? You just trying it on? Yes, that's all.

I'll bet you were.

I guess I'll have to coach you to stay.

Well, Ken, I told you I wasn't going out.

Oh, he's coming here. No.

No, he's going to telephone.

Can't you get out of it, please?

I'll try.

Oh, that's swell.

I felt I just had to see you.

It's going to be an awfully long time.

So you're really going, huh? Yeah, I can hardly believe it myself. It's all come

up so suddenly.

Oh, well, it's the best way, I suppose.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

I hope you'll be very happy, Ken.

Will you write often?

What's the use?

Lots of use.

I'm going to miss you like everything.

It was a grand spring while it lasted.

Don't say that, Lola.

If that's your boyfriend, tell him you slipped on a cake of soap, will you? No,

that'd never do.

He might want to pick me up.

Sure you want me to stay?

Do I look as though I didn't?

Hello.

Oh.

I'm Fred, honey.

Old Fred Apple Carter, Applegate, or whatever his name was.

Can you hear me?

Now, don't be a fool. This is your one big chance.

Well, I'm awfully sorry, Fred, but I can't go.

No, no, don't come over. It isn't that.

I'll tell you when I see you.

All right.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

You got a nerve. I sure have.

Unless I'm mistaken, Lola's got a husband.

You didn't really want to go out, did you? If I wanted to, I would have.

Come on, let's talk.

Now, tell me frankly, do you really think it's a good thing?

Am I going to South America?

Well, I think it's wonderful to see so much of the world.

And it's an awfully good opening.

Yeah, but a job's a job wherever it is. Then why do you take it?

Well, I wouldn't if I could earn enough here to... Oh, Ken.

Well, that's the whole trouble.

That's really why I'm going.

If I stuck around here, we'd just be making ourselves miserable. As though I

couldn't help.

Someday you won't have to.

Someday. And listen, kid.

You're the only one.

You know that.

I think you better run along, Ken.

Run along? I just got here. Oh, I know, but... No, please, please go, Ken.

So what's the matter, honey?

Nothing, only... Only sometimes I get so tired of everything, Ken.

And I'm afraid I'm not very good company.

Why, of course you are.

Ken, sometimes you're the only person I can talk to.

Sometimes I can't bear being with anyone else.

Oh, gee, Ken.

Don't you ever get tired of poor little me?

Ever? Well, I haven't so far.

Oh, you're such a darling.

I wouldn't say that.

Oh, yes, you are.

And it's going to be awfully hard.

What is, sweetheart?

Marrying someone else.

You getting married?

Well, Lola.

Well, Ken, a girl has to get married sometime.

While she's still got chances.

Do you mean to say that... Say, look here, you're not making up your mind to

marry somebody else. Well, Fred wants me to marry him, and he's awfully in love

with me.

I don't want to stay single forever.

Well, I'll be.

I didn't know you felt that way about her.

Oh, I don't really.

I was just fooling.

You better run along, dear. I wouldn't marry anyone, not even you.

Oh, you wouldn't? No.

Oh, yes, you will.

I mean... What do you mean?

I mean... Well, if you can stand it, I can.

The devil is South America. I'll stay here.

40 a week isn't much, but I'll work. Gosh, how I'll work. We could manage

between us. Oh, no, none of that. But darling.

I don't want my wife hanging around any office. You don't trust me. Well, sure.

Well, then it won't do any harm. Yes, it will.

No, it won't, I tell you.

Look at Agnes and Jim.

They both work and they get along fine.

You ask me, they're pretty darn happy.

Not a decent shirt to my name.

And I got a hole in the big toe of my right sock.

Wear it on your left foot.

I can't be bothered with the laundry when I get home. I'm too tired.

Send it out, can't you?

After I worked all day?

Not too tired to go to a concert. Well, that's different. It's educational.

Everything's educational but me, I suppose.

Say, why can't we stay home and talk or read or something?

It's that crazy job of yours. For heaven's sakes, Jim, shut up!

Thank you.

What do we have for breakfast?

Mush.

What do we have for lunch?

Beans.

What do we have for dinner?

Anything that lives in a can.

Don't you see, dear? I want to help.

I don't want to be a drag on you.

And if you let me keep my job, everything will be so much easier.

Well, maybe.

For a month or two. Till I get a raise.

No, it's got to be for longer than that.

Well, how long?

Well, as long as I feel like working.

Or until I feel I can afford not to.

Will you promise?

Oh, please.

Okay, Mrs. Hayes.

You win.

The Lord mercifully with his favor look upon you and fill you with all spiritual

benediction and grace that you may so live together in this life.

that in the world to come you may have life everlasting.

Amen.

God bless you, Julie.

Now kiss.

I hope you're satisfied.

Oh, hello, Harry.

Oh, darling.

It's simply grand, dear. Where are you going on your honeymoon?

No honeymoon for us till we get our vacations together.

That's a pretty thought. Never mind, darling. We'll manage somehow.

Oh, no, no.

Congratulations.

Brian, 1-200.

Hello?

Oh, hello, honey.

Oh, no, I couldn't possibly get off.

I'm up to my ears in work.

I'm sorry.

Oh, that's all right. I just thought maybe you could.

It's a rather dull way of spending a vacation, sitting around like this. Why

don't you go to a movie or something?

Never mind, honey.

I'll think of something.

Bye.

Ken, why don't you go to a ballgame or something? Who wants to go alone?

I told you I can't possibly get off this afternoon.

Is that a hint for me to leave?

Of course not.

But as long as we can't get our vacations together this year, I think

you might try to enjoy yours.

Thanks. I think I'll buy a bag of popcorn and go to a movie.

I guess that'll be all.

Thank you.

Oh, Miss Davis.

You're looking tired lately.

Well, I am a little.

It isn't so easy managing a home or husband at a job at the same time.

Let me see.

You've been married about a year now, haven't you? It will be on the 29th. I

thought so.

Are you happy?

Oh, very, Mr.

Jameson. But I do hope my work hasn't fallen off any. Quite the contrary. As a

matter of fact, you're in for a raise. Oh, really?

Yes.

We've decided to let you do Miss Ferguson's work as well as your own as

soon as she leaves.

Your salary will be $40 a week.

I just thought I'd tell you before the holiday. Thank you so much. Ready,

Jamie? Almost.

I want to see Marlowe for a minute.

I wonder why Miss Davis doesn't like me.

Why? What do you mean, Mr. Acton?

Well, you're always in such a rush to leave the office when I come in. It's

purely accidental.

Couldn't you accidentally have a minute to spare sometime?

Oh, I do, quite often.

But you're never accidentally around.

A pleasant trip.

Thank you.

What time's your train, Peter?

Six. Hang the love.

Remember me to your mother, won't you?

Yes.

I may get out to St. Louis one of these days.

Go on. You've been saying that for years.

No, I mean it this time.

Our office out there is almost on the rocks.

Will you bring Miss Davis, too?

My dear fellow. With your reputation?

Ah, the devil with my reputation.

I'm serious.

So is she.

As a matter of fact, she's married.

Married?

Married.

Well, bring her along anyway.

Gee,

with Ken's 40 and my 40, we'll have 80.

At least we won't have to worry about the radio payments. We can have a

cleaning moment.

Gee, that's well, Lola.

Say, I wish you'd talk to Joe.

He nags, nags, nags. And the worst of it is, Louie's getting rich.

If I don't marry him soon, Joe says he'll marry someone else.

Now that he has money, he wants babies.

That's all they ever want. Don't you be a fool, Connie. You stick to your job.

Is that you, honey?

Yeah.

Well, it's about time. Sorry.

That's all right. Is everything ready? Yes, it will be in a minute, such as it

is.

Wash them. Yes, ma'am.

This place certainly was a sight. You might have picked things up a bit.

I guess that's about all I'm good for.

What do you mean?

I got cut today.

Cut? Yeah, they're eliminating the foreign department.

I can have a job at 30 if I wanted.

Are you going to take it?

Sure. What else can I do?

Oh, never mind, honey. It all amounts to the same thing.

I got a raise today.

Oh, so you got a raise.

Mm-hmm. Isn't that swell?

Yeah.

You'll be wearing the pants from now on, I suppose.

Ken, do you think that's nice?

Well, it's the truth, isn't it? You'll be earning more than I will. Well, what

of it?

Oh, nothing, I guess. Anything goes these days.

Morning. Morning, precious.

Morning.

You better get up, honey.

You were late for work yesterday morning.

Hey, what about these socks?

What socks?

I told you they had holes in them, don't you remember?

I'll mend them tonight, dear.

Hurry up, will you?

All right.

Tim, there's no coffee.

Oh, gosh, I forgot.

We'll have to stop at the drug store for breakfast.

After this, I'll do the marketing myself.

Can I count on that? Yes, you certainly can.

Oh, honey, we gotta go.

Right.

Potato, 25.

Butter wafers, 30.

Salt, 10.

Cornflakes, 20.

And eggs, 20.

And this.

Oh, uh... 325.

245.

Thank you. Call again.

Look out for the egg.

Well,

fancy meeting you here. Hello.

Say, let me give you a tip.

Do you know you have to watch your prices in this store? I have to check up

on Jim every week. Now look.

Coffee, 37, and butter, 28.

What do you pay for butter? How do I know?

Well, doesn't Lola check up on you? Look, Agnes, I'm not a truck. These are

getting heavy. Well, how is Lola? I hear she's doing fine at the office.

Yeah. Tell her we'll be over for dinner some evening.

Have the Hibbert policies ready for me in the morning. Greetings.

Well, for the love of Pete. That's me.

What are you doing here? Oh, just going to town. Here I am. Good. Sit down.

Thank you.

Oh, please, Lola. I just can't, honey. I promised Ken I'd be home. Oh, but you're

the only one Joe will listen to. He doesn't dare flare up when you're

around. Why don't you just come right out and tell him you'd rather work for a

living than marry a man like Lewis? Oh, I have.

But what good does it do?

Oh, Lola, you've just got to come.

You've just got to.

Well wait a minute.

Hello. Hello, Ken.

Listen, dear, I have to have dinner with Connie tonight. I'll be home around 10.

No, no, I'll try not to be any later. Be as late as you like.

It's okay with me.

Don't you worry, honey. It's going to be all right.

I'll be right with you.

And my second shot landed within three feet of the cup.

Mr. Jameson, I'm going now. Oh, how are you, Miss Davis?

Oh, how do you do, Mr. Acton? Oh, just a moment, Miss Davis. I'm awfully sorry.

But I'm accidentally in a dreadful rush.

Good night.

Night.

When are you going to tell him?

Don't worry, honey.

Ah, you played that one fine, huh, Mama?

Come on, now we try this one.

Joe, what time is Louis coming?

Any minute, I expect.

Joe.

Why don't you stop bothering me? What's the matter with you anyway?

Come on.

I'm not going to marry him.

What are you talking about?

Joe, isn't it time you realized... Shut up. I know, and I tell you, I hate him.

Things have changed, Joe. There's no reason why Connie should marry someone

just because you tell her to. She's not a child and she's not dependent. She can

earn her own living just as well as anyone else. Oh, please, Joe. I'd rather

work all my life. Oh, can't you understand?

I don't want to... You don't want what? I'll tell you. You don't want kids. You

don't want housework. No, you don't want anything that's good for you. You're

just a rotten, lazy little fool.

But I'll make something else of you, see?

I'll make something of you if it kills you. Joe, aren't you ashamed?

And you, too. You know better than she is. If I had my way, I'd have the whole

rotten bunch of you in a sweatshop.

I'd make you work so hard you'd be crying for a kitchen and a few babies to

take care of. Just for a vacation.

Open that door.

If that's Louie, you're going to smile. And like it.

Ah, good evening.

Hello, Louie. Hello.

Hello, Mama.

Hello, Joe.

Connie's been telling me it's all settled, Louie. Yeah.

She just made up her mind.

Yeah?

Do you mean it?

Ken, the phone.

Ken?

Hello?

Yes, this is Mrs. Hayes.

Who?

The police station?

We're holding your husband for drunkenness and disorderly conduct.

You'll have to come down and pay his fine or he's going to stay here.

Oh, yes, yes.

Yes, I'll be down right away. Thank you.

Hello, Eddie.

After Joe again?

Every week.

Come on.

Where would I pay a fine? Right at the desk.

Well?

I came to pay a fine for my husband.

We've got a great assortment.

Which one's yours?

This gentleman here.

How much is it? What's your name?

Hayes.

Ten dollars.

Say... What about me?

Is she with him?

We brought them in together last night.

How much is it for her?

Same as her, $10.

Sign there.

Okay.

Well, aren't you going to speak to me?

Oh, don't look so hurt. I haven't done anything wrong.

I can't help it if he gets caught in a speakeasy raid, can he?

It's just my luck.

Sign there.

Hey, didn't I have a pack of cigarettes?

How do you know what you had? You couldn't stand up when they brought you

in last night.

Thanks, you're a pal.

Gee, I had no idea.

Let's not mention it again.

Oh, thanks, honey.

Gee, you're swell.

Good morning, Mr. Jameson. Good morning.

I'm sorry I'm so late.

Anything the matter?

Well, I forgot to set the alarm.

Oh.

Thank you. Sit down, Miss Davis.

You know what I think?

What?

I think you need a change.

Oh.

Yes, sir.

That's just exactly what I think.

For a very selfish reason.

The time has come and I've got to go to St. Louis.

Things are in a hopeless mess out there.

No organization, nothing.

And here's the point.

It would help me a lot to have you along.

Of course, I realize your responsibilities as a wife and all that,

but... Well, there it is.

And if you intend to keep on with your career, I think it would be a very good

opening for you.

You'd get $50 a week to start and your position would be more or less

executive. As a matter of fact, you'd be my assistant.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Jameson, but... Well, it is rather sudden.

It's got to be.

I'm leaving next week.

Oh.

And, uh, what would happen if I couldn't go?

Well, that's just the trouble.

After I leave, I'm very much afraid that there won't be anything for you here.

Oh, I see.

It's hard, I know, but... May I let you know tomorrow?

If you like.

I'll talk it over with my husband.

Fine. Now then, take a letter, please, Miss Davis.

To, uh, Brown.

Hello, honey.

Why, Ken.

Well, it's happened.

What's happened? What are you talking about?

I've lost my job.

Oh, you haven't.

That's the way it goes.

A fella can't even have a good time anymore without getting into trouble.

Well, you didn't have to get drunk. Why shouldn't I?

Give up everything for a wife and a home, and what do I get?

A woman to live with.

And a lot of dirty dishes. Oh, darling, don't say such things.

Well, it's true just the same.

Then I get desperate.

I go out for an evening and I land in jail. Oh, I'm sorry, sweet.

What happens then? Just to add the finishing touch to a swell day, the boss

fires me.

Oh, don't you worry. Everything's going to be all right.

We're going to St. Louis.

Why? Mr. Jameson insists that I go. I'm going to start with $50 a week. Nothing

doing.

But honey, don't you see? Once we get there... No, I don't see. Who wants to

go to St. Louis?

Well, I must if I'm going to keep my job. Oh, give it up then. Oh, sure. Give

it up.

Don't be silly. We can't afford it. It isn't sensible. It isn't sensible for me

to go tracing around the country after you either. What do you think I am?

It'll be just as easy for you to get work there as it will be here. That

isn't the point. Where would I be if I pulled up stakes every other month on

account of some crazy job of yours?

It looks to me as if you pulled up a few already, Ken.

That's right. That's right. Throw it up to me. I can't support you. I've never

asked you to, have I?

You've just been a poor sport about everything, that's all. You do nothing

but complain and drink and lose your job. And now when I have a chance to

make a little money, you want me to quit. For what? Will you tell me that?

Oh, Ken, darling, I don't mean to say such things.

But we've got to go to St. Louis.

That's the only thing left for us to do.

Well, so you think I'm finished, huh?

Well, of course not, honey. All right, go ahead. Don't let me stop you.

Here, take the key. Take everything. It's all yours anyway.

I may be a lot of things, but I'm not going to be fed by any woman. Remember

this. I had a break once, too. A big break with a big future. But I didn't

take it, did I?

No, I gave it up like a fool because I thought you wanted to get married and be

a real wife and stick with me.

Well, it's pretty clear now. You care more for your rotten job than you do for

me. Go to it, kid. Have a swell time.

I'm through.

We believe the concern to be fairly reliable.

But in the six months I have been connected with the St. Louis office,

we've had no occasion to deal with them.

However, the matter has been referred to our home office in New York.

We'll be pleased to advise you.

Sincerely. There's a car waiting for you downstairs, Miss Davis.

All right, thank you. I'll be right down.

Will you file these, Miss Bryant?

And that'll be all. Good night. Good night, Miss Davis.

You're late.

I'm sorry. I had some letters to get off. Now, that's no excuse on your

birthday. How did you know it was my birthday? I looked it up in the almanac.

Happy?

I'm beginning to like St. Louis.

That's because of me.

Naturally.

What do you hear from New York?

Nothing much.

Ken seems to have given up riding.

Mine very much?

Oh, I don't know.

You're a funny girl.

Why do you say that?

Well, I shall think after all these months, you'd make up your mind one way

or the other.

And what's the other way, Peter?

Me, of course.

You know I'm perfectly crazy about you.

Think of all the things we could do.

Places we could go. But you don't understand.

I like being independent.

Because you're not in love.

That's why.

Think so?

Gosh, if I... If I could only make you realize... I understand, Peter.

You're simply mad about me.

But you better watch the road. We'll never get to the club at this rate.

Okay, honey.

Here they come! Hide!

We could go to Italy.

Ever been in Italy?

No. We could spend the fall and the Dolomites and the winter in Rome.

You'd love Rome.

They tell me they have lots of flies there. I'll buy you a swatter. I know,

for my wedding present.

Yes. Can I count on that?

On my word of honor.

There you are.

Oh, hello, Mr. James. Sit still.

I'll just drop by for a moment.

Quite a party, eh? Yes, and believe it or not, all for me.

Congratulations. Thank you. By the way, there's someone else thinking of you,

too. Oh. It came to the office just after you left.

You needn't have bothered. No bother.

Well, enjoy yourselves. See you later. Thank you.

Must be for Mother. She still insists I'm Mrs. Hayes and no one else.

Will you pardon me? Of course.

What's the matter?

Ken.

Oh, Peter, what am I going to do?

See, it's 10.30 now.

You've missed the limited.

But if we hurry, you can catch the mail plane.

That is, if you don't mind flying. Oh, no, no, of course I don't mind.

Come on, then.

Well, you'll be off in a few minutes now.

Oh, thanks so much, Peter.

You've been awfully sweet. Oh, sure.

Drop me a line sometime, won't you?

Of course, but I'll be back.

Well, just in case.

Bullard, Indianapolis, Columbus, Fitzway, New York City.

Listen, honey, will you promise me something? Of course, Peter.

I keep remembering the time when your poor Uncle John had pneumonia.

It's all in the nursing, they told me then.

Mother, why isn't Ken at home with you? He wouldn't come.

He and Jake are in business, you know, and they live together.

I asked Jake if there wasn't something I could do, but he said no.

But surely you can't expect the boys to know anything about nursing?

Oh, I don't know, Lola. I give up.

In my day, a man had his wife to look after him when he was sick.

Couldn't Agnes have done something?

Agnes has trouble enough of her own.

Jim's left her.

Left her? Oh, I knew it would come.

Poor child.

It wasn't Jim's fault, though.

Oh, I beg your pardon. I was looking for a Mr. Hayes. This is where Mr. Hayes

lives.

Here?

Yes, but nobody can see him.

Doctor's orders.

I'm sorry.

Oh, but you don't understand. I'm his wife.

I thought I recognized you.

Where is he?

I told you nobody could see him. I'd like to know why not. Don't ask me. Ask

the doctor.

How dare you? Lola, dear.

Here's the doctor now. Ask him yourself.

Are you the doctor for Mr. Hayes? I am. Well, I'm Mrs. Hayes and I want to see

him. I can't imagine what this woman means. You're Mrs. Hayes? Yes. I had her

come on from St. Louis.

Well, I'm sorry, but your husband's condition is much too critical at the

moment to risk any form of excitement.

Today is the crisis. He may pull through and he may not.

It all depends. Doctor, I just got to see him.

Well, you may wait inside if you'll be very quiet.

Has he had the capsules?

Yes, I gave him two an hour ago. Good.

You must wait here.

Mother, why can't I see him? What right's she got? Hush, dear. I'm sure

the doctor knows best.

The next few hours, we'll tell the story. You mean he's worse, Doctor?

A little, but that's to be expected.

If he lives through the afternoon, he'll have a good chance.

Did you tell him I was here?

He mustn't know until afterward.

Afterward? But, Doctor, what if he doesn't... I'm very sorry, Mrs. Hayes.

No, no, I won't stand for it. You've got to let me see him.

If she's going to make a scene, you must take her outside.

She'll be quiet, Doctor.

Haven't you brought enough unhappiness to your husband without jeopardizing his

life? I?

Let me give you a little advice.

One way or another, a man will find a woman to look out for him not only when

he's sick, but when he's well.

That's something you so-called modern girls never seem to count on.

You talk about freedom because you think it's something that men have and

cherish, but they don't. They hate it.

They get along best when they're not free.

It's human nature, that's all.

They need old-fashioned women looking after their health, nagging them into

caution, feeding them properly, and giving them families to live for.

A great many of these women are just as well fitted as you are for business, but

they don't want it.

They put their talents to work instead in what people nowadays think is a

narrow sphere.

Well, I don't think it's narrow. I think it's the most important sphere of all.

Not much recognition in it, perhaps. No spectacular publicity.

But it's built up nations before now, and it will build them again.

You hear that, Lola?

Oh, I knew you'd come.

How is he? I don't know. They won't let me see him. The doctor's been in there

for hours.

Oh, you poor kid.

Oh, he'll get well. He's got to.

You're going to help him.

And Lola, give up anything.

It doesn't matter. The man you love is worth all the jobs in the world.

We found that out, didn't we?

The doctor says you can see him now.

Mother.

We might as well go.

We've done all we can.

Yes.

It's up to them.

Now.

Only for a few minutes.

The worst is over, but he must have quiet.

Thank you, Doctor.

Ken.

Ken.

Lola. Oh, why didn't you let me know, honey?

I would have come.

What for?

I'm all right.

Just a little grip, that's all.

Gee, you're looking fine.

Am I?

How are things in St. Louis?

Oh, not bad.

Guess you like it pretty well out there, don't you?

No, I wouldn't say that.

Doesn't it get awfully hot in the summertime?

Yes, rather.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Ken, aren't you just a little bit glad to see me?

Sure I am.

Gee, I was never more surprised in my life.

I said glad, dear.

Of course I'm glad.

How... How long do you think you'll be able to stay?

Well, I don't know. You see, I...

I... I... Yeah, I see.

I just wanted to know, that's all.

Ken, would it make any difference to you if I didn't go back?

Any difference?

Mm-hmm.

Aren't you on the up out there?

I heard you were getting raised every other week. No, no, it's not true, dear.

I've failed.

I've been fired.

What? Mm-hmm.

Oh, you poor kid.

Oh, it's awful.

You're not worrying about it, are you?

Well, I don't know. I feel so helpless, Ken.

You?

Helpless?

Oh, I don't blame you for laughing.

Lola, if I thought you'd be willing to stay... What makes you think I wouldn't

be? Well, I... Don't, sweet.

You mustn't talk anymore.

You've got to rest now.

May I close your eyes?

Well, so long, kid.

Now that you got your wife back, for the love of Mike, get well.

You're going?

Of course I'm going.

Well, I... Oh, don't worry about me.

I'll get along.

I kind of like this guy of yours.

What's the difference?

He's not the only bozo on the block.

Are you, kid? Huh?

I'll say you're not.

I want to thank you, but I don't know... Don't mention it, sister. Early.

Aren't you going to shake hands?

Sure.

And get well.

What are you going to do?

Be a wife.