Go West Young Man Page #2

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I said, ''Good night.''

Sorry, gentlemen, but Miss Arden cannot

see all of you. Her time will not permit.

You may go in, my friend...

and you... and you-

Why all those old guys?

Why not some of those good-looking

ones? It's part of my contract.

Miss Arden isn't supposed to marry for

five years. Why make the job tough for her?

Okay, you sir.

I'm sorry, but Miss Arden-

I'm Francis X. Harrigan.

That's too bad.

I beg your pardon!

We handle Miss Arden's

admirers alphabetically.

I'm just now getting into the

B's. Novel idea. I'll wait.

Well, thanks. That's fine.

You were a big hit tonight,

Miss Arden.

Yes, there was a great crowd

out there, full of politicians.

I felt I was putting a bill

before Congress.

Let him in.

I just heard from A.K.,

your dear producer.

What have I done now? What's

he sore about? Nothing.

And incidentally, I've never

noticed his being sore at you.

Well, perhaps that's why he's the

producer, and you're just the press agent.

You mean I'm practically

your slave. You are not.

Slaves are generally useful.

Your next personal appearance

at Harrisburg ends the tour.

Then back to Hollywood,

back to your ''Eyetalian'' villa.

I tell you at every performance

it's ''Italian.''

If they can't spell it, how do

you expect me to pronounce it?

We'll be leaving

for Harrisburg in an hour.

Better hurry with your packing, Jeannette. The car will be right down

- Oh, no, we're not.!

I'm going out tonight

with a friend of mine.

With whom? Harrigan.

He's runnin' for Congress.

I haven't seen him since

I played Chicago with the Follies.

Oh, no, you don't!

Now, wait a minute. Every time I make a date we're

either leavin' town or rehearsin' or somethin'.

Jeannette, get me my

black gown. Yes, miss.

My job is to keep you stainless as a

lily... and I don't mean a tiger lily either.

This one, miss?

Yes.

Oh, but why don't you wear that

white gown? I said the black one!

I think you're lovely

in that white one.

Now, listen! When I say-

Oh, I am, huh?

All right, the white one.

Where are you going

with that ward heeler?

To the Palace Roof,

and don't you be a heel.

Don't worry. We won't even be seen. I'll

get a private dinin' room or somethin'.

I say you won't. I'm running this show,

and I'm running it till the tour is over.

You're not going to hand me the same bill

of goods you handed your last manager.

What are ya gonna do about it? Phone

Greenfield. Tell him what I think about you.

And if you don't think

I'll tell him-

Hello? Get me

Hollywood, California.

Granite-3200.

Mr. Greenfield.

You're a great star

and can't risk a scandal.

Your private life has

got to be an open book.

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