Du Barry Was a Lady Page #2

Yeah? Well, tell him he's wasting his time.

You know who Miss Daly's

going out with tonight?

Don't look in that goldfish bowl.

I'll tell you.

Him.

- Handsome chap, isn't he?

- There's the rest of him out there.

- Cigars, cigarettes.

- Give me a cigar.

- Keep the change.

-20 bucks.

Gee, that entitles you to a match.

Cigars, cigarettes.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Club Petite presents three boys

who will give you their vocal impressions

of well-known bands on the radio.

May I introduce to you the Oxford Boys.

Let's dance a while

to the original Kay Kyser style.

Evening, folks. How you all?

Presenting Mr. Harry Babbitt.

I'm always thinking of you

So long, everybody.

It's pleasure time.

A cigarette, sweet music and you

A perfect blend for dreaming come true

Light up and listen

to the shortest 15 minutes on radio

with Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians.

And this is Fred Waring

and over half-a-hundred Pennsylvanians

saying even in sleep, a song is the thing.

Good night, all.

From coast to coast it's Horace Heidt,

the trumpeters and the singing guitar.

Here's the country's number one

trumpet player, Harry James,

playing Sleepy Lagoon.

The sweetest music this side of heaven,

with Guy Lombardo and the trio singing.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

And here's our own sentimental

gentleman of swing, Tommy Dorsey,

his trombone and his band.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

Willie the wolf man's out there waiting.

Yes, I know. He sent in the evidence.

Oh, six orchids. My, my, my!

What's he trying to do, landscape you?

What a catch. Filthy rich, too.

They say this man's got more lettuce

than in a Victory Garden.

And marriageable, too.

Now, don't you worry about me.

I'm not falling for anyone.

Not until I see

the whites of their checkbooks.

- Maybe that's your rich guy.

- Maybe that's my poor guy.

You mean Alec?

You better forget about him.

Don't you go passing up no

golden opportunities like rich Mr. Willie.

Opportunities like him just tap once,

and gently.

It's your poor man.

- Hello, Niagara.

- Oh, hello. What are you doing?

- Playing one-nighters in dressing rooms?

- Mais oui, Madame.

So sorry you are leaving.

- Was I leaving?

- Yes, Niagara.

Well, I guess I'm leaving.

I see you take the baby everywhere.

And she just learned a new song.

I wish that I could hear it, Alec,

but I haven't time tonight.

Sorry.

Well, the song can keep.

I'm trying it out with Dorsey tonight.

I wanted you to be the first to hear it.

You got a date?

I guess I got a minute.

- One chorus, huh?

- One chorus.

Do I love you, do I?

Doesn't one and one make two?

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