Scandal Sheet Page #2

- Yeah? Whose?

Yours. If you can't spare any,

use chocolate syrup or something.

Chocolate? Goody! When I'm through,

I can make a plate of fudge. Drop in.

So, you still insist a woman having 20 kids

is worth a feature article?

Hi, genius.

I think it's worth a whole front page.

It scares me, this maternal instinct of yours.

Decided where you're taking me

to dinner tonight?

If Chapman hasn't been canned,

you're going to dine with the worst loser

who ever paid off a bet.

Then you'd better stash some

bicarbonate soda in your bag, princess.

You're gonna need it.

Don't count your steaks

before you hear the sizzle.

Well, what's the word? Are you ex or still?

They're not dumb enough

to throw out a winner.

Congratulations. I knew you'd stick

their stocks right back in their teeth.

I told them if they fired me,

McCleary would quit, too,

and then they'd be in real trouble.

I wouldn't put it past them

to try and dump you

to get out of paying the bonus that's

staring them right in their glassy eyes.

I've got news for you.

I'm going to cut you in

for a piece of that bonus.

What do you want me to do, retire?

I thought we could make a deal with Madison

to buy some of the company's stock.

You know, kid,

we could end up owning this newspaper.

- Well, that's the best offer I've had all week.

- I'll make you another one.

I'll take you to dinner tonight.

You pick the spot.

I'll make you a better offer.

My date's buying. She lost a bet.

The Grand Duchess from Vassar again?

The way I feel, I can put up with anything.

- I'm more worried, can she put up with you?

- Get her ready.

We've got to be at the ballroom at 8:00.

There's no time for nose powder.

Don't break your ears with that grin.

I can see. He's still in.

- No loud whoops of joy, baby?

- Well, I tried everything.

I crossed my fingers,

said prayers, burned candles.

- Who's your tailor, princess?

- Let's get out of here.

I've had to look at that Chapman face all day.

I've got to cover his fiasco tonight

and suffer some more.

At least just looking at you for an hour

will be a welcome change.

- Lf you're taking me to dinner, let's go.

- Taking him?

Wait a minute.

Our bet was between you and me.

Our bet was loser buys dinner.

We didn't say for how many.

- Why, you double-crossing...

- I knew you'd be a good loser.

Someday remind me to tell you about girls.

You talk a couple of these suckers

into getting married.

These Lonely Heart slobs got the gimmies,

and we've got plenty to give them

from the advertisers.

If you talk one couple

into getting married by 9:00,

by 12:
00 we'll have a dozen lined up

for wedded bliss.

- McCleary, the Brooklyn cupid.

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