Cover Girl Page #2

- I don't blame you. So do I.

What is a new face anyway? I hear

about them, but I've never seen one.

All right, Mr. Coudair.

But I don't know how a bride can be

new and experienced at the same time.

- May I come in?

- It won't do you any good.

Your face isn't new enough.

Fine thing!

I saw the Golden Wedding Dress.

It's a dream. Don't you love it?

For now, there's nothing

about this contest I love. It's beautiful.

If you got me a dress like that,

I'd marry anybody.

Then I'll be very careful not to, Jinx.

We need you in our business.

Stonewall, there's the layout.

The dress is ready. There's

the deadline. Where's the face?

I have brought you 10,000 batches

of photographs by slow count.

Colby and I have been looking too.

You're very hard to please.

- You don't know what you want.

- I know exactly what I want.

- I want a girl with a story in her eyes.

- Drawing room or smoking room?

What does a young girl think about

when she's going down the aisle?

That's the look I want...

...that young, wondering, misty look.

Well, now we have a clue, Jinx.

She must be misty.

I can find you a lot of foggy ones.

Thanks for helping us, Jinx.

Somebody helped me to get started,

didn't they? Bye.

John, I'm desperate.

There isn't a thing that Harry Conover

hasn't made well-known...

...except this one. She's at least new.

We've got to choose somebody.

Very pretty girl.

Let me go take a look at her.

This mania you have for peering at

these creatures in their native haunts...

I should know after all these

years I can't change you.

Is this one worth going to Brooklyn

to see?

Where on earth is that?

I think you take a bridge to get there.

- Evening, Pop.

- Oh, hello, girls.

Hello, Danny.

If you'd had a horse under you in North

Africa instead of one of them tanks...

...you wouldn't have got shot up

the way you was and sent home.

Where'd it get you, Danny?

In Libya.

Well, it don't show a bit.

- Evening, Pop.

- Cold out, ain't it, Rusty?

Sure is.

Hi, chicken.

Hello, Danny.

Missed you for breakfast, lunch

and dinner. Don't you eat anymore?

- I wasn't hungry tonight.

- Weren't you hungry this morning?

Who stole my nylons? Egads, a very...

- Not very.

- Too much rehearsal last night, huh?

- It was kind of a workout.

- That why you slept late?

Oh, I didn't sleep late. I went uptown.

Shopping?

No, I went to see a man...

...about a face.

I thought you went to buy me

a wedding present.

Why? You getting married?

Didn't you hear?

Why, no, Mr. McGuire.

And who is the lucky girl?

She's kind of a funny kid. She's sore

because she's got diamonds in her feet.

Can you imagine that?

Rusty, not many people have

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