Don't Knock the Rock Page #2

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I tell you, Arnie, we'd be letting them down.

Not if we can get another act to take over some of those bookings.

Who?

Well, maybe Bill Haley would play ball with us.

Sure, we've done him some favors.

Hey, Bill's rehearsing over at Brownie's tonight.

Come on, Alan, let's go see him right now.

Hey, just one thing.

Huh?

Who's your tailor?

You guys are murder.

I'll be dressed in a minute.

Man, they really go, boy.

Really something, huh?

Hi, Alan.

Hi, Billy.

Hi, Arnie.

Gee, you were just great. Just great.

Oh, Zee. Thanks.

You know, I don't know whether I ought to speak to you guys or not.

Why is that?

The only way I can get more publicity than you...

is to go up Broadway without my underwear.

Yeah, well, the next time it'll be Alan here doing the Lady Godiva, not Arnie Haines.

Say, Bill, I know you're going into the Castle Theatre next week.

But what are your plans after that?

Well, just a few recordings we have to make.

Hey, maybe you can do us a favor.

Can you take over some of our dates?

Man, you can't retire.

The government needs your taxes.

No, just a little vacation. Man, I'm tired.

Well, it's possible, Arnie.

I'll have my manager get in touch with your booking office in the morning.

I think it can be worked out.

Good. That's swell.

Anytime we can repay the favor, you just let us know.

How about listening to my new tune.

Goofin' Around? See if you dig it.

Sold.

Love to hear it, Bill.

Well, park yourselves.

Sit down, Arnie.

Thanks.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Alan Freed.

Oh, hi, Harry.

Yeah.

I told you you'd get a great story if you sent a man to cover the Haines show.

But, man, I got an even greater one for you now.

Yeah, the king is going home.

It's the greatest rags-to-riches yarn you've ever had.

It beats them all.

Cinderella, Horatio Alger.

Man, it's a natural, Harry.

"The triumphant return of Arnie Haines to his hometown.

"A town which Arnie Haines left as a farm boy and comes back to as a king."

Well, we made it.

You sure you won't be angry with me?

With my own mother?

Well, it's being done, you know.

Psychiatrists are blaming parents for everything these days.

It's really quite the thing to be angry with one's mother.

However, I'm sure I'll give you plenty of cause

before I'm through with your Mr. Arnie Haines.

Mother...

Now, Francie, you wanted to come with me. That was all right.

But I've got a job to do.

I'm gonna write about Arnie Haines exactly as I see him.

And I've gotta ask you not to interfere.

Well, well, well, if it isn't the competition.

What's a genuine columnist doing at this wingding?

Let's just say I'm getting pains from Arnie Haines.

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