In the Navy Page #2

hammer your toy into an ashtray.

You happen to be news,

Mr. Raymond.

Why the disappearance act?

That's none of your business.

It's the public's business.

I don't think it is.

You've got no right to run out

on the people who made you famous.

They're entitled to know.

What about me?

Don't you think I'm entitled

to a little private life?

Look, lady, I assure you

I'm not ungrateful.

I only want to spend

the next six years of my life...

being just plain me,

Tommy Halstead.

Not Russ Raymond,

America's singing heartthrob.

Do you get it?

So you picked the navy?

Yes, ma'am, the navy.

I'm a sailor.

Just a plain simple gob.

That's going to be something.

That's going to be a whale

of a story. Over my dead body.

If you print that, do you realize

what my life in the navy would be?

Gee, not so good.

Not so good's right.

I never thought of it like that.

I'm really sorry.

Let's take the film and

get rid of this. Good.

Excuse me, boys.

Well, that's a fine

"how do you do. "

Fine, thanks. How are you?

I'm all right. Come on!

Not so much noise.

What are you gonna do?

Oh, boy, oh, boy!

I've never seen anything like this.

Boy, can you imagine this?

What do you see?

Nothin'.

They got the key in the door.

Ow.! Ow.!

Watch the birdie.!

You want some ice water?

Don't, that hurts.

Ow! Stop it!

Halstead?

H- A-L-S-T-E-A-D?

You say he

enlisted today?

See? That proves it.

Simply proves that a fella named

Halstead enlisted in the navy.

How do I know that

Halstead is Russ Raymond?

Brownie, take these.

Because I told you so.

Because I brought

this picture to prove it.

That headless wonder could

be anyone. Very clever fake.

Why are you so sure I'm

faking it? First of all,

no sane man would give up a $100,000-a-year

job to be a $21-a-month sailor.

Second, his disappearance

was a publicity stunt.

Third, you've been trying to get

a staff assignment for six months.

Good day, Miss Roberts.

Mr. Travers, I'll get you

a picture of Russ Raymond.

I'll prove that

he's Tommy Halstead,

and that he has

enlisted in the navy.

Okay, go ahead. And I'll double the

circulation of this magazine overnight.

You get me enough pictures

for a four-page layout...

showing Raymond

as a rookie sailor,

and I'll make

magazine history.

Oh, the Andrews Sisters.

Drive through.

Say, I thought there were three

girls in a trio. There are.

Something's wrong.

That trio's a foursome.

How long have you been

handling publicity for the navy?

Just a short while,

Miss Andrews.

I only volunteer my services

when it's... vital.

Men, when you came here

eight weeks ago...

you only looked like sailors.

Now, you are sailors.

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