Hell's Angels Page #2

Don't be foolish. She expects us for tea.

Tea? Listen, it'll do you

good to meet a nice girl.

Oh, well, all right,

but first we've gotta get you dressed.

Say, we've gotta get him dressed.

He's going to see his girl.

Now, now, wait a minute, now.

Listen, I've gotta have my shirt!

Wait a minute. L... Listen,

I'm old enough to dress myself!

No, you're not.

Will you cut it out?

Say, listen, will you pl...

Will you...

Hey, my green socks!

Is Helen in? Miss Helen is not at home, sir.

She's expecting us.

Would you care to wait?

Yes, thank you.

Fine reception.

Oh.

Roy, maybe she's forgotten.

Not Helen.

She's not that sort.

Oh.

Roy, I feel sick.

I- I think I'd better go.

- Monte, will you sit down?

- Oh, I've got an awful headache.

I think I'll go to the chemist

and get something for it. Monte.

- Roy!

- Helen!

Oh, terribly sorry.

Mother's fault. Shopping.

I simply flew

My, isn't it hot?

You shouldn't have hurried so.

Oh, but I wanted to.

Roy, you've no right to

look so cool. I'm broiling.

Feel.

Yes, you are, aren't you?

No, not one.

Well, you're so marvelous,

I- I hardly dare.

Oh, silly.

Well, that's better.

Cigarette, Roy?

I thought your brother was

coming. Went out with a headache.

Poor boy.

It must be the heat.

Extry, extry! All about the war!

Well, they've done it.

I never thought they would.

I still can't believe it. Well,

it must be true. It's official.

Oh, shut up.

I'm trying to think.

It's terrible.

Karl, you won't

have to go, will you?

Me? Oh, Roy, I hope not.

Oh, they can't want me.

I'm not a soldier.

What use would I be

to them?

I couldn't... kill anyone.

They couldn't make me do that,

could they, Roy?

Oh, I think it'll all be over

in a couple of weeks.

I'm not so sure.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Then suppose

England comes in.

Why, Roy,

that'd be horrible.

I never could do that.

Why, I love England.

Oh, will you shut up?

Monte, Germany's

declared war on France.

Hmm? Oh.

Oh, Roy,

how do you spell "ecstatic"?

Hmm?

Special delivery letter

for Karl Arnstedt.

What's the matter, Karl?

Someone ill?

Karl.

May I ask the Prime Minister if he has

any information he can give us today.

Our ambassador at Berlin received

his passport at 7:00 last evening.

And since 11:
00 last night,

a state of war has existed

between Germany and ourselves.

Seven?

What size? A seven and a half if you please.

I- I'm afraid it's a bit small, sir.

Move along, there. Move

along. You'll grow into it.

Present arms!

Come on there.

Come on.

Present arms!

Give it to him,

you bloody fool.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

Sleeping sickness?

Here, here. Let go of that

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