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till all hours

of the night

with a lot of

good-for-nothing young puppies.

Well, I can't.

Not in this town.

You mark my words, young

lady, you'll live to regret it,

and you won't get any

sympathy from me, either.

(BANGING)

MAN:
Iceman!

You don't have

to tell me.

We owe him $3.43.

And the milk company

called up today.

Yes, Mother, I know.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Where's the rest of it?

I gave $2 to father.

Oh, you did?

(SCOFFS)

MRS. BROCK:
Harry!

MAN:
Iceman!

Stop yelling like that

or you won't get a nickel!

Hello, Sis.

What were you doing

in my bureau?

Who, me? Why, I wasn't

anywhere near it.

Where's that new pair

of shorts I just bought?

New shorts?

No, I haven't seen them.

Hey, let go of me!

What's the idea?

Let go of me!

Bottoms up,

Mrs. Van Astorbilt.

(GROANS)

(SQUEALS)

(EXCLAIMS)

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

Have a heart,

will you, Sis?

A brief pull,

and then silence.

(GRUNTING) I didn't mean

it, I didn't mean it.

None the worse for wear.

All right, if that's the

way you feel about it.

Nobody wears them

nowadays anyhow!

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Good afternoon,

Senator.

Have a cigar.

Thank you.

Any mail from

the Administration?

No, just a letter

from Chicago.

That's funny. I wrote Herbert

last week about that river project.

Well, he may write

to you next week.

He'll probably telegraph.

That's very possible.

Have a cigar, Conny.

Thanks.

Thanks again, Senator.

Don't mention it.

You know, this public

life is very strenuous.

No wonder you smoke

so many cigars.

Well, friends, you know.

Yes.

Twelve minutes.

Pay up, Conny.

Right you are. Here.

Here you are, Dad. Better

lay in a fresh supply.

Thanks. Have a good time.

The chances are

in our favor.

Tell Mother I'll murder

the moths tomorrow.

Say, Ida!

MRS. BROCK:
Where's that $2?

Wait till you

hear this, Ida.

Who do you think's

getting here on the 5:15?

Who?

Bill Fadden.

He is?

Yes. Listen.

"Looking forward to seeing

the old stamping ground again.

"Going to camp on you Saturday

night unless you lock me out.

(LAUGHS)

"I imagine seven years

have changed Ruth a lot,

"but somehow I still expect to find

her in pigtails. Regards, Bill. "

Isn't that just like Bill? I

wonder if he's changed much.

It'll be fine

to see him again.

I just wish Ruth had

more friends like Bill.

Wealthy, good family, and

he's got a fine position, too.

Mmm-hmm.

Ruthie! Ruthie!

She's gone already.

She would be!

Well, she can see

Bill tomorrow.

That's it, go right ahead

and stick up for her.

Where's that $2?

Well, I'll need that, you

know, to entertain Bill.

Oh!

Well, I swan!

(SINGING) Far, far away

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