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in this

I got

I can't hold my head!

Caprice. 21. 2500 at Caprice to win.

I'm giving in the East-West polo games. Sure,
I know these two better team, but I don't want

any part of it. Why? Because Pelfrey, that 10-goal
man, had a bust-up with his wife last night.

That's a mental hazard.

It's 2.41. The Franklin State goes to post at
3. I just gotta bet 2,500 or 20 to 1, which

is 50 grand for a win on Caprice. I don't like
it. How good is Caprice? Just good enough for

a milk route. September the 30th finished last
at Belmont. August the 30th, 5th at Saratoga.

August the 23rd, he runs last. August the 11th,
he finished 7th in the field of 8. And a slow

race, July... That's enough. Numbers? Somebody
obviously figures that the locals are going

to turn express. Who owns him? A lawyer, T.
Everett Markham. It could be his money. Steve's

telling the guy that made the bet. Get the Doc
at the train. Yeah, this is brains. Hey, Doc,

the boss wants you. Hello. OK, Doc.

Yes? Franklin State Race coming up. Right.

Here we are, folks. The one race we've been
waiting for, the Franklin steak race. The horse

is now in the stall to the starting machine.
We're about ready to go. They're having trouble

down there with the horse broke out in front.
It's Caprice. Heading around now, breaking

her back into the stall. Bring her about up
in line. It looks like a start. Up there goes

the bell, they're off. They're well bunched
with Arabella on the lead and Lady Glove second

by a nose. It's a terrific pace. Now they're
at the three eighths pole, Arabella in the

lead. And it's Forrester who moves up into second
place as Lady Glove falls back into third.

Now they're at the three quarter pole, traveling
at top speed again. And now they're coming

down the back stretch. And look at Caprice coming
on the inside, the horse coming up and she's

on past Forrester. Whizzing along like a streak,
traveling and burning up the track as she sets

out after Arabella. As Arabella comes around
the curve into the home stretch, Caprice is

right at the hindquarters. Arabella gets the
whip. straws up alongside they're fighting

it out neck and neck Caprice is moving out in
front Caprice is traveling fast she's coming

to the wire a winner by a length and a half
and what an upset

50,000 bucks.

Got a light buddy?

Thanks, pal.

Upper Barron, Sunny Farum. That's fine. Give
it to us in English, Doc. Dough. Hello? For

you, Mr. Owen. Hello. It was Markham's dough,
all right. Where's his office? 64 Wall Street,

Suite 9334567. Thank you, numbers. Give me that
report, please.

Here we go.

I'm odd, Zoan. I recognize Broadway's favorite
bookmaker. And yours. Sit down. Markham, you

kid a lot of people into thinking you're a right
guy. I think I can prove you've got the city

dump in your heart. We're going to play poker.
Only this game's different. You see, I'm going

to hold both hands. Here's 50 grand. It represents
2,500 to 20 to one. Your bet. That's one hand.

Here is a certified laboratory report of an
analysis of saliva taken from the mouth of

Caprice, your horse, immediately after the race.
That's hand number two.

You draw.

Nice game. I'd like to play it again sometime.
With you. There's your original stake. I don't

want your money.

Over the way, Markham. I understand you're giving
up racing. What gave you that idea? A lot of

my friends are going to the auction. What auction?
Aren't you selling the Markham Stables? I don't

think so. You don't? I'll lay you twenty to
one, you do.

Doc, what makes a guy like Markham who's got
a legitimate business? Money, standing, everything,

deal the left-handed game. Doping or horse race.
Why do millionaires cheat at Panini? This whole

racket's changed. There used to be excitement.
No two days were the same. It was fun. Lately,

the whole thing's gone sour. Even I feel different.
To lay down with dogs is to get up with fleas.

Then the thing to do is to stay away from dogs.
And, Doc, I think maybe I will.

Is this boss your birthday? You weren't born
on the 13th. Oh no, it's not wild. But it is

a birthday. Ever hear of an insurance outfit
in London called Lloyd's? Sure, they've given

odds of 5 to 1 against the European war in six
months. Eleven days ago, they insured a king

against losing his crown. The other day, I read
where they insured a movie queen against getting

fat. Lloyd's? There's nothing too screwy for
those birds to handle. They'll make book on

anything. That's right. Now, how do they figure?
Oh, easy. They base their premiums on the number

of times things have happened in the past and
the number of times that life will happen in

the future. How do we figure a World Series
or Handicap of horse race? Well, you know that,

boss. Fast performances and... What? In the
same way. Yeah, boss. In the same way. We quote

odds, Lloyd quote premiums. With them it's insurance,
with us it's gambling. Say that again. With

us it's gambling, with them it's insurance.
It's the same thing in the final analysis.

Percentage. Boys, there's nobody covering their
field in this country. Take it easy, Odds.

You're not going to insure. That's not your
line. You're a bookmaker. You mean I was. Gentlemen,

from now on we're insurance specialists. We
leave the dogs to those that like fleas. Now

wait a minute, odds. Gentlemen, a toast. It's
from the Odyssey. Dogs see it as your day.

Ha ha ha.

It was all my stables. There's really no mystery
about it. I just lost interest in racing. It

was rather sudden, wasn't it?

Simply a growing conviction. What was once the
sport of kings and gentlemen now belongs to

gangsters and gamblers. And you know how I dislike
that sort of thing. Jeremy, sorry to be so

rude, but I must run along to the theater. I've
got a new leading man beginning tonight. You

know, I hate him profoundly, whoever he is.
Why ever? Why should he have the right to hold

you in his arms every night? And don't forget
Wednesday and Saturday matinees. May I see

you at the supper? Sorry, previous engagement.
And a preferred one? How can you say that?

You know I'd rather be with you. Well, he is
rather nice. I'm quite fond of him. And who

is my bitter rival? Don't you read Winchell?
Is it that serious? Very nice. Mr. Borden.

Darling, you're late again. Yes, I know. I'm
awfully sorry, but I had to go back for my

heavy coat I'm afraid it's going to rain and
my doctor that is my new doctor told me that

if I caught a chill coupled with my present
symptoms Might prove fatal. How are you Boardman?

How do you do? Well, I guess that's bad Penny,
you run along and lay out my new costume. Yes,

ma'am, Mr. Merrill. I'm gonna drop into your
father's study for a little chat. Oh, please

do. Cheer him up. He's been working so hard.
Good night, Everett. Good night.

or even more. Harder.

This part of the house is most unexpected, Mr.
Markham. Oh, am I intruding? Oh, certainly

not, sir. Certainly not. Be seated. Thanks.
Tell me, how is the great work progressing?

Slowly, sir. Slowly. But after 30 years of endless
research, I'm about to give to the world the

truth about the Civil War. It'd be quite a disaster
if anything should happen to deprive posterity

of this valuable manuscript. What could happen,
sir? Marilyn might marry. Mary, sir, my little

Marilyn Mary. It's quite possible. And if she
does, she'll leave the stage. And of course,

the fruits thereof, of which I believe you receive
an extremely generous allowance. May I inquire,

sir, how that could possibly interest you, sir?
It doesn't at the moment, which is unfortunate

for us both, because I personally have an extreme
sympathy for historians. But... Take White

Boardman, for example. A personable young man.
Yeah, undoubtedly. But I understand he's strongly,

most strongly, pro-northern. He has never expressed
those sentiments. I heard his family were abolitionists.

Abolitionists? Boardman? Hmm. There was a Boardman
who assisted in bringing John Brown's body

back from Harpers Ferry. Do you realize, sir,
that my father was General Moffat D. Youngblood?

Abortment in our family, sir, is impossible.
Ever hear of Odds Owen? Of the Owensburg Owens?

No, I believe he's Brooklyn Owen. I'm unacquainted
with that branch. Well, he's quite a celebrity

these days. He's in the insurance business and
specializes in out of the ordinary policies.

Well, here's an article about him. He could
solve your difficulties. He might insure Marilyn

against marriage. Sir? Now, just a moment, Colonel.
If Odzohan took such a policy, he'd eliminate

Dwight Boardman. And should Marilyn marry someone
else, well, for example, me, Odzohan would

be placed in the uncomfortable position of paying
a certain author, shall we say, 50,000, to

carry on a worthwhile contribution to literary
immortality. Such a course of action is thoroughly

reprehensible, sir. A very thoughtless repellent
to me. Extremely repellent. I'm sorry, Geno.

It was just a thought. We'll forget it. Oh,
Markham, would you mind leaving me your paper?

I haven't as yet perused the daily stock market
reports. Certainly not. You'll find the market

a bit off today. Good night, Geno. Good night
to you, sir.

Thank you.

Good morning. Mr. Owen's office. His secretary
speaking. When we run into rain seven times

in one month, I say to myself, no dice. I'll
take out rain insurance with Ard's Owen. My

neckline is my fortune. I don't mind putting
on weight downstairs, but I must stay a perfect

15 in the collar or they'll take me off the
billboards. I have a 10 o'clock appointment

with Mr. Owen. The name, please. Slent. Oh,
Mr. Slent. Mr. Owen hasn't come in yet. You

may wait in his office. Thank you.

Madam, I beg your pardon, miss, but may I have
the pleasure of seeing your Mr. Owen? I am

Colonel Jefferson Davis Youngblood of Kentucky.
You're the fifth Kentucky Colonel this month.

Mr. Owen is not interested in joining your club.
My club, madam. Mr. Owen is not in, but if

you must see him, have a seat. Why, thank you.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, boss. You're late.

There's a slump waiting in your office. Yeah?
Come on in.

Why, Brains, old pal, how are you? I'm glad
to see you. Gee, I ain't seen you since...

Brains, I'd like you to know a great little
artist from Iowa. Hiya. Hey, listen... No,

no, don't give me that now. This is little Ella
Purdy, who mops up at the fair. Not the champ.

Certainly. Hiya, champ. I'm pleased to meet
you. Hey, what brings you to town? Well, I'll

tell you. This is indeed a relief, Mr. Owen.
All the other companies turned me down. That's

why we're in business. Our statistician will
handle the policy. You can discuss the premium

in details with him. Now don't let it worry
you. Everything's going to be all right, Mr.

Slump. Slump, filp it. Oh, oh.

Numbers? There's a little chipmunk on his way
over for twin insurance. What? It's all right.

We pay off only if twins are born. He wants
to break his jinx. Says there's been a pair

back to back on his family tree since Abel.
That's dangerous, Hans. Yes, I know it sounds

risky, but... Well, you get a load of the chipmunk.

here wants a insurance ticket on a champs pipes
on what Ella's pipes this is little Ella Purdy

who cups the title at the state fair what title
what title why the world's champion husband

caller A little runt is on his way over here
with a twin complex. There's a cholera outside

waiting for me to measure his neck, and you...
you bring me a husband call! Oh, now numbers.

Be a pal. I'm handling the chant personally.
We've got 40 weeks of carny and fair dates

lined up. I've got to have protection, insurance,
numbers. Look, there's gold in them d'artonsils.

Where is she from? Iowa, a great state for voices.
Bad for champs. Oak Ridge Daily, the hog caller,

loses the title the first time out. Tony Steel
only holds the rail-splitting title four months,

three weeks and four days, then lops off a leg.
And after winning the title, Eddie Smith puts

on so much weight, no flagpole can even hold
him. I always bad for champs. But I don't want

you to ensure the title. All I want is a policy
on the pipes. The vocal department. There's

no numbers to go by. No statistics. All right,
then I'll see odds. Oh, wait a minute. Wait

a minute. I'll take you into the dock myself.
Come on. Come on.

Think we should sign her up, Doc? I can't say
yet. Miss Pretty, would you mind giving us

an example of your prowess? Come on, baby. Step
on it. Show them how you copped that title

from Hilda Schwanenflugel.

Yeah!

Hey!

Gee, did you get a load of the champ's voice?
Oh, boy, but you get to meet a nice class of

people in this business. Buzzer. Yes, sir? Send
Colonel Youngblood in. Yes, sir. Colonel Youngblood,

you're next.

I am Colonel Jefferson Davis Youngblood. And
how may I be permitted to serve you, sir? That

depends upon your sporting blood. Ah, you interest
me strangely. Will you not shed a ray of light?

I thank you. I, sir, am an author and a father.
An unusual combination. Sir! Just as what an

idle jest. Forgive me. Your charm excuses your
accidental northern birth. A nicely turned

phrase, sir. What can I do for you, Colonel?
I'm afraid my time is limited. Well, sir, I

am writing a book. A book that will establish
definitely once and for all that the South

did not lose the Civil War. I fear the general
impression is somewhat to the contrary. Yankee

lies, sir. Yankee lies. Dating back to Sherman's
march to the sea, which my book will unquestionably

prove was a retreat. That's fine. How can I
help you? Mr. Owen, sir, you have a reputation

of insuring almost anything. I wish, therefore,
to ensure the publication of my book. Yes.

Will you step in here for a moment? And what
could interfere with the publication of this

book? Mainly, sir, the possibility of my daughter's
marriage.

Colonel, this is the head of our statistical
department. The colonel is writing a book,

and its accomplishment seems dependent on his
daughter remaining single. I don't get it.

Well, I hesitate to say it, sir, but... I am
somewhat dependent upon my daughter's hospitality.

Well, what's so tough about that? The fact that
at any time she may marry and retire, and I

might fall into the hands of an abolitionist.
You mean someone might abolish your allowance?

Your words are as offensive as your thoughts
are accurate. Colonel, you spoke of your daughter

retiring. From what? From the state, sir. What
did you say her name was? Marilyn Young. The

star of the blue moon? I am happy to say so,
sir. But at heart, she is a simple, sweet girl,

sir. A plain home girl. X-nay. And what do you
want us to do? Well, I should like to insure

my daughter against marriage for the next three
years. I feel that in that time I can finish

my book. Now, I'd like the policy made out for
a mere trifle, say, uh, fifty thousand, in

the event she does marry. You, uh... Really
think you could write a book for a mere 50

grand? I think I can, sir, by exercising the
strictest economy. How old is Miss Young? My

little girl is 23. What's the odds on a girl
of 23 taking double harness? 23 to 26, 1 to

3. The novelty of your request intrigues me.
Colonel, if you can pay $100 a week for the

next three years... I can, sir. I can, sir.
Each payment must be in this office by 12 noon

every Saturday, or the contract is canceled.
That's mighty sporting of you, sir. I accept.

Numbers? Have a contract drawn in favor of Colonel
Jefferson D. Youngblood, ensuring Marilyn Young

against marriage. But the policy will be mailed
to you, Colonel. Of course I can depend upon

you keeping this strictly confidential. The
three brass monkeys and I are this way. I understand,

sir. Oh, I think it is only fair to inform you
that my daughter is practically engaged to

marry one Dwight Boardman. I tell you this in
order to avoid a repetition of the catastrophe

which occurred when Grant took Richmond. If
he did take Richmond, which he didn't, good

day, sir.

You know what you've just done? You've just
insured against marriage the most gorgeous

looking dame in the world. A plain simple home
girl who's practically engaged. Put Steve on

Dwight Boardman and tell him not to surely get
something. You better bust over to the Blue

Moon and get a load of the dame you insured
against love. What for? All Marilyn Young means

to me is a name on an insurance policy. Premium
100 bucks a week. Numbers, what do you think

about the old Connell? I think you'd both look
maddy in straight jackets, size 38, with extra

shoulder straps and knee pads.

Hey, boss, Steve's here. No, no, it couldn't
be Steve. It's a mirage. Shake your head three

times and it'll disappear. Okay. Here he is.
Well, where have you been for five days? Tell

him that Dwight Boardman guy like you told me.
All right, come on, give, give. Well, there's

nothing to give. When he ain't at his brokerage
office or with that young dame, he spends all

of his time at doctor's offices. Every day has
been the same. Take today, for example. 10.30

appointment with Doc McEwen, Madison Avenue.
Eye, ear, nose, and throat. 11.30, Doc Turner

Park Avenue gives him the once over. Lung specialist.
2.30, he goes to Doc Seitz, chiropractor. And

on his way home, he spends an hour at the medical
center. Poor fellow. He must have one foot

in the coffin. Oh, there's nothing wrong with
him. He's built like a rassler. Them bigwits

are the ones that go first. Here's a guy that
spends half his time with doctors. Thinks he's

sick and isn't and you can't get anything on
him? I'm afraid our friend Boardman is... 100%

hypochondriac. What'd I tell you? There isn't
any other little detail to one important dimension,

is there? Well, he did stop at Tiffany's to
look at some rings. What? Yeah, but he didn't

buy any. And tonight he's taking that dame to
dinner at Foyot's. Foyot's? What time? Seven

o'clock. Seven o'clock. Foyot's.

Thanks for watching! Here you are, Mr. Boardman.
A fourth tape as you like it. Thank you, Albert.

You very doctor present?

That'd be a service, Albert.

What's the matter with him, Doc? You'd better
send for the coroner, Albert. Heart attack.

Albert, give me a double whiskey. Straight,
quickly, please. It's his own fault, Albert.

I told him six months ago not to marry, but
to go into some quiet place. If he'd listen

to me, he would still be alive. That's him,
I guess. Greatest star, specialist. He's just

cured the myelodgia of John Pearl.

Doctor, could I speak to you a moment, please?
Sure. Where is your office? You have heart

trouble, haven't you? Heart trouble? Oh no,
no. No, I'm very sensitive to hyperneurysthenia.

Nonsense. You have every visible cardio symptom.
Doctor, are you really sure? In extreme cases

like yours, it's always better to tell the truth
to the patient. You are what the medical world

calls the perfect myocardium. Not married, I
hope? Oh, no, no. I'm practically engaged.

Too bad. Isn't there anything I can do? There's
only one thing that'll save you. I advise,

and if you were my patient, I'd command, absolute
rest, tranquility for three years. I would

suggest the Italian Riviera. Yes. Yes, of course.
Thank you, Doctor. I'm very grateful. The Italian

Riviera. Yes, thank you.

Before I arrive for Mr. Skyler at a carless
pub.

Thanks, Albert. That'll take care of you and
the boys. And Albert, don't forget to convey

Mr. Boardman's regrets to Miss Marilyn Young.
And tell her... I'm Miss Young? Suppose you

tell me. Oh. You see... you see... Yes? He,
uh... Mr. Boardman... He had a moimmer lady.

That's what he had a moimmer. That's right.
He had a moimmer

So you're Marilyn Young? Yes, don't you approve?
Oh, thoroughly, lady. Thoroughly.

Good morning, Everett. Oh, hello, Marilyn. I
feel very guilty getting you out of bed so

early in the morning. Well, I can't think of
a more pleasant way of starting the day. What's

wrong, Marilyn? It's about Dwight. Oh, so I'm
to be a father confessor to a lover's quarrel.

No, nothing like that. He's disappeared. Disappeared?
Yes, he's so completely vanished. It's uncanny.

Last night. Do you mind if I tell you why we
ride? Well, your wish is always my pleasure.

I received the strangest message from two men.
One looked like a museum piece, and the other...

Did you phone Boardman's hotel? At midnight.
The clerk said that he had left in a great

hurry, bag in baggage, mumbling something about
returning in three years. Darling, gaze upon

a jilted woman. Well, that's not hard to do.
Marilyn, I have to go to Washington tonight

on a very important case. When I return, I want
to talk to you. I'll throw away my date book

just like that. Is that a promise? Tell you
what I'll do. Race you to the stables. If you

win, it's a promise. Right.

I'm sorry, but it's quite impossible to disturb
him. He's presiding over a very important meeting

of the board of directors. Gentlemen, we are
faced with a problem that demands profound

consideration. It is both complex and compound,
and yet its solution is relatively simple.

Gentlemen, how many times are we gonna let this
dame go out with the same guy? I think once

is enough. I suggest we be more generous. Allow
her. Give her once, what'll happen? She'll

take two. Give her two, she'll take three. Three
tries strikes you out in anybody's league.

And that goes for Miss Young. All right, gentlemen,
are we agreed? Sure. Then be it resolved that

policy number 627, series B, otherwise known
as Marilyn Young, be permitted the company

of the same male once, twice, three times, no
more.

Do you really mean it? Of course I mean it.
This is the third time I've been out with you

and so far I haven't found a single floor. At
dinner you order all the delicious things I

like in town think of. You dance divinely, you
let me do all the talking and you beat me at

golf. Well that's about a perfect score I think.
Almost too perfect. Isn't there anything wrong

with you? No. Of course I suppose I've got to
admit Harvard. Well I'll overlook that but...

Did you notice our caddy? He acts so strangely.
Oh, he's probably some new boy around here.

I know. I've seen that face somewhere. Let me
talk to the boss. This is Steve talking. Hello,

boss. That Van Dusen chap, he's making it the
fourth time tonight. Yeah, he's taking it to

the Chateau Shanley roof. And for the fence,
eh? Right. Brains, I want you to round up six

of the toughest mugs in New York. Oh, I know
some very fine fellows which is out of work

and needs their job. Tell them at my apartment
in an hour. We're gonna give a guy a pass and

rub out his future. Okay, boss.

conceded and the luckiest man in this room.
Hiya, pal.

Friendly so. Who is he?

much buddy.

I wish I knew.

Go right ahead. Don't mind me. Thanks, lady.
You're cut on the glutes, you deal.

What am I going to do with this? I suppose you
tell me.

Dave the big boy wants you. Case of a tie.

You must be mistaking me for somebody. Whether
they are or not, I don't like your friends.

Don't bother. Good night.

What, with that climate? You can swim every
day. But I don't like swimming. Yeah? Well,

Del learned you. Come on. Come on, get going.

Thank you. Good evening, Miss Allen. I'm afraid
you were in bad company tonight. Did you say

were? Certainly. You see, I don't consider that
I'm bad company. Seems rather strange that

we should meet again under almost the same circumstances.
Merely coincidence. I dined here, you were

here, we met. I wonder if it's so easily explained.
You always seem to be around when something

unusual happens to me. You're a guardian angel.
Going down. Why not?

Open them up, Penny. I'm going to drive out
to Long Island with Mr. Owen. So I'll meet

you at the theater. Yes, um...

Oh, they're lovely. That Mr. Ardorn is powerful
attended. He hasn't missed a day in two weeks.

He's very charming. I'm a little early, so I
think I'll surprise him and pick him up at

his office. Something's gotta be done about
that slump chipmunk. Every time he comes in,

he shows me his wife's x-rays. Well, somebody's
gotta look at them. But I don't know nothing

about pictures. I'm the complaint department.
That's right, Brain. Maybe the doc will take

over that responsibility. And now, gentlemen,
about the United Line's cargo insurance for

next year. Marilyn Young to see Mr. Owen. Oh,
Miss Young. Mr. Owen's in conference. Shall

I ring him? Oh, don't disturb him, please. I'll
wait. All right, Miss Young.

Yes, sir. Oh, good morning, Colonel Youngblood.
Good morning. It's a quarter of twelve. You

see, I'm right on time with my payment. That's
right. How's the book, Colonel? At the moment,

I am lost in the battle of the wilderness. But
I'll find myself.

Well boys. I have to be going. I've got an important
engagement. Well, wait a minute, Odds. What

about that Marilyn Young case? We haven't had
any dope on that for the last few weeks. Yeah,

you know, a good-looking dame like that don't
have to sit around and play solitaire. Why,

boys, didn't I tell you about that? Why, you
see, I figured, like, um... Well, like you

boys do, a girl like that is much too dangerous
to be on the loose, and so I decided there

was only one thing to do. What's that, Odds?
To throw the Stetson into the ring myself.

You mean you're gonna marry the dame who lose
50 grand? Marry her? No, I'm not that soft

a touch. I was just going to play dog in the
manger and take her out of circulation. You

mean we're gonna... Not we, me. I'm handling
policy 627, series B, personally.

Well, Marilyn, I was going to pick you up. This
is a surprise. Yes, this seems to be a day

for surprises. Ha ha.

the boys.

Thank you, my dear, thank you. You won't say
anything about this, will you, daughter? You

see, our Zohr and I are two brass monkeys. Aunt
Pitsree? You aren't angry with your old father,

are you dear? How could I ever be angry with
you? That odd Zohr, he's a very clever fellow.

And most charming, my dear, most charming. He's
trying to raise the insurance business to a

higher level. So he begins with me. That explains
Dwight's disappearance. That affair with David.

David? Oh yes, David. And why he's so sweet
and attentive to me. He's just protecting his

investment. Oh yes, my dear, yes, yes. Daddy.
Yes, dear? That insurance policy says I'm not

to marry, not to fall in love. Is that right?
Oh yes, yes dear, yes. Wouldn't it be funny

if Odds Owen fell in love with me? Ha ha ha,
yes, funny.

Tell the officer I'm checking out and have them
get me accommodations on the first train from

New York. Yes, please.

Happy? More than you can guess. Are you? What
do you think? I think that the world has suddenly

stopped. And you and I are the only two people
on it. Now, I love you. I've waited weeks to

hear you say that. Darling. You can't love me.
What? It says so in your policy. 627 Series

B.

What do you know about that? I'm sorry, I wanted
to tell you myself. Do you think that would

have made any difference? In your small way,
you've taken $100 a week from my poor father.

And in order to protect your policy, you're
as honored to racetrack methods with me. You

dared to insure me against marriage. Well, you'll
lose, do you hear me? You'll lose.

you

I had it coming. I should have had more savvy
than make book on a dame. Listen, Ards, that

Chesler ought to be... Yes? Send him in. It's
okay, boys. Do you mind?

Hello, Owen. Sit down. I'm repaying your visit
to my office. Any objections? No. You played

poker then, remember? And you held all the cards.
That's right. Now I'm playing and it's your

turn to draw. A check for 50,000. Payable to
my prospective father-in-law, Colonel Youngblood.

It will take that burden from my shoulders and
you will be a patron of literature. Markham,

I've never Welsh on a bat in my life, and I'm
not going to start now. I'll pay off tomorrow,

if you marry Marilyn Young. I'll bet you 20
to one I do. Too bad you gave up racing, Markham.

It requires less finesse.

Well boys, numbers, the only thing that isn't
fixed is fishing.

Hello, boy!

What? Well, he's not here. Now where do we look?
No guess is as good as mine. Why won't we stay

here? We gotta find the boss. Maybe he needs
it. I'm gonna lay you three to one of them's

home sometime. I can't forget the look on his
face when he lambed out of the office. And

the first time he ever fell for that dame.

Who is it? Philip and O. Slemp. Mr. Owen gave
me this number in case... What? And he also

told me to report anything unusual. Well, this
morning, Mrs. Slemp had a large bowl of spinach.

Spinach? St. Peter's, St. Paul and Minneapolis.
I read where a Damon Hackensack eats a bowl

of spinach and has a pear. Come on, Chuck, we're
about to become a father. At eight o'clock

in the morning... Ah, let's wait until this
afternoon.

Hey, wait! Shanghai? Set a hospital, step on
it. Where are my little men going to, so bright

and outy? That slump Chipmunk called up. Yeah,
we're gonna be a father. Boys, what's good

enough for you is good enough for me.

He's not even worried. Why should he worry?
We're doing it for him. You know, this exercise

is clearing my head. Too bad. A pretty nurse
comes out of that with a pay, you lose 15 grand,

and you blow feathers.

Say, that's funny. You want to try it? Here,
Brance, you. Yeah. Now, look. Twins. I knew

it.

Two, maybe three, never five. This is the happiest
moment of my medical career. Ha ha ha. What's

your rush, little man? I'd like to see my children,
please. Your children? I'm the father. Then

who are these? The insurance men. Philbert,
my boy, congratulations, I win. Five, Quinn

Tupless. See, you're a hero. You brought the
title back to America. Hooray!

Ah, it is perfect. It is a symphony.

Well, Debbie, how do I look? Beautiful, my dear,
beautiful. Marilyn. Where are you going so

early in the morning? The wedding isn't until
twelve. A matter of business, my dear, extremely

urgent business. I thought I'd better drop by
and make sure you hadn't changed your mind.

Is there any reason why I should? Oh, no, certainly
not. Marilyn, are you quite sure you want to

marry Everett? There are so many charming gentlemen
who. I'm surprised at you. Isn't Everett charming?

I know he's very fond of you. Oh, I know that,
my dear, but it's all so sudden. Hadn't you

better take your time? Quit blinking like a
silly old owl. I'm marrying Everett because...

Well, because I want to. I know that, my dear.
But sometimes retreat is a better part of valor.

I'll see you at the church.

I must see you, Mr. Owen. You'll have to wait.

Hello, Colonel. I must see Miss Owen. I've been
looking for you, Colonel. I want to know something.

Hey, who's that big shot Civil War guy what's
buried in Grant's tomb? Sir, I must see Miss

Owen at once. How much would a C-note left in
the bank for 21 years, Mac? 3.41, a dime and

a copper. Put that much in the bank for each
one of those kids and see it's parley for that

long. That ought to keep them out of Woodville.
We got out of that by the skin of a mola. Now,

if we can... What time is it? Why are watches
stopped? 11.13. Why? Nothing. I'm just getting

a bit hungry, that's all. At noon we take it
on the chin for 50 grand. We're gonna write

this year's business in tomato juice. You're
not gonna let that marker make a sucker out

of you now, are you?

Yes? Colonel Young, glad to see you, sir. Tell
him to come back this afternoon for his check.

Unless I see that old charlatan, the better
I like it. I must see you, Mr. Owen. Sorry.

But I tell you, it's strategic. Long distance,
go ahead.

What? You called me 700 miles to tell me it's
spring in Indiana? No, no, you don't get it.

Ella took a moonlight swim out here in Evansville.
It rusted her pipes. Mousy's prima donna's

gone sour. We take the rap on this too. Get
her on the phone. Let me talk to Ella.

She sounds like a canary with crew. Good morning,
Miss Polly. You have my sympathy. Only it's

most regrettable coming at this time. You see,
I've just arranged for you to appear at the

Madison Garden for a two weeks engagement. Now
we'll have to get Hilde Schwanenflugel. He'll

be swollen if you... Sure, if you can't talk,
Miss Puddy. You can't talk!

Hey!

Sir, do you know my daughter is to be married
at 12 o'clock? Every paper in town has carried

the story. Well, what do you intend to do about
it? Nothing. Nothing? That's no way to run

your business, sir.

Don't you realize that Everett Markham is at
the bottom of all this? Well, he made up his

mind to marry my daughter when he sent me here
for that policy. Evidently, your daughter had

the same thing in mind. Sir, what do you mean?
My daughter knew nothing about that policy.

What? Until a short time ago, when... when I
told her. Under a barrage of Lexington Mint.

Give me that again. She had nothing to do with
it, sir. My daughter's happiness means more

to me than all my life's work. And she isn't
happy, sir. You must do something. It's now

25 minutes past 11 o'clock, sir. Colonel, you
go on to the church. We'll take care of Mr.

Markham. Numbers, go to the taxi cab company.
Talk to Joe Dunovan. Oh, I beg your pardon,

sir. But odds, I tell you, can't be done. Get
going, Doc. You and brains come with me.

Sure is a nice day for your wedding, Mr. Markham.
To the judge.

I don't know. I'm sorry, darling.

Everett, have you seen him?

I forgot the payment.

Dearly beloved, we have gathered together here
in the presence of these witnesses to join

together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

Will Madeline take... Take.

Take.

Hey, what about my clothes? Don't worry, buddy.
You'll get your clothes back.

Your turn. To have and to hold from this day
forward, for better for worse, for richer for

poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and
to cherish until death do ye part.

Now I can write my book. Where's Markham?

What is your first name? I can't always call
you odds. Well, it's, uh...

I know that my understudy will have to go on
for this matinee. And I might show true. Oh,

Oscar.