Blondie of the Follies Page #2

I thought that I'd land something

before this.

Things are awful bad, terrible bad.

There are several things to be

attended to. The rent and...

I think Ma paid the rent.

- How?

- Never mind.

She didn't go and use your...

You know, your dress money.

- I don't need another dress.

- Oh Blondie.

- Lottie and me had a scrap.

I socked her. Look what she did to me.

Poor baby.

I've got several good leads out now.

And there are several things wrong with

you that the doctors told you about.

Oh, the doctors. I'm all right.

- I'm not so sure about that.

- What do you know about it?

I know about you.

Good evening, Lottie.

Good evening, Mr. McClune.

Where is she going?

I don't know. I think she's nutty.

Hey.

What's the idea?

I'm going away.

I thought I'd like to tell you goodbye.

Where are you going?

I told you. A career.

I've been trying to get out of

this difficult place for months.

Well, it's wrong.

I know it's wrong.

What do you mean?

Something inside me tells me it's wrong.

If appearing on the stage is wrong,

and having a few decent things

of my own is wrong,

then give me plenty of it.

Good luck then.

I guess you'll be all right.

If you ever need a pal,

you'll let me know, won't you?

Sure I will, kid.

I like you, Blondie.

I've always liked you.

Well goodbye, Mug. Take care

of yourself, won't you?

You'll write me often, won't you?

- Sure.

- Mind you do now.

- I'll be all right.

I know you will.

I know you will.

So long, Mug.

- So long, kid.

All right. I'll tell you the truth then.

I'm going to visit my dear mama.

I saw silly little boys

selling silly little badges

and I suddenly realized

it was Mother's Day.

And I was overcome with remorse.

Oh, you're naughty!

You're a naughty boy.

How is the market?

Oh, that horrid word!

I have a delightful cake

with "Mother" done in pearls

and sugar over the top.

And instead of taking large blossoms,

I thought it would be rather sweet to take

just a little bunch of gardenias.

And Madelon has them here now.

She's tied them onto the cake with

a huge bow of snow white ribbon.

Mother will cry.

I know she'll cry.

And perhaps I will too.

And...Hello?

Hello?

Can you beat that?

He hung up, the dirty son of...

Well, Madelon, how can I carry that?

- Just put your arm there Madame.

Oh, my dear. Cunning!

Your bag.

Oh, Madelon, we'll have some cocktails,

caviar and a little cold wine.

Tres bien, Madame.

And oh yes,

if anyone calls me, just say

that I'm visiting my mother...

on Long Island.

Oui, Madame.

What's the matter with Alexander?

If you want a pitcher.

- Come in.

- A good man.

Yes, well I saw him play a game once...

- Anybody home?

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