It's Tough to Be Famous Page #2

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What they want is romance.

That's you.

- Oh, Blueberries.

- Sure, that's what they want.

You, an ex football hero.

Laying down his life

for his pals.

Trapped in a watery grave.

Raised from the dead.

Say, listen, you're every

mother's dream, kiddy.

Every school teacher's fallin'

asleep nights, thinkin'

of running her

hands through your hair.

Oh, will you pipe down

before my insides

start doing back flips instead

of just plain flat one's.

[knocking on door]

See who it is, will you?

For Commander McClenahan, sir.

Wow!

- Some radiogram, Scotty.

- Radiogram? Ho-ho.

Handsome.

Come on, open him up for me,

will you? Read it.

- What's it say? Hurry up.

- You must be a big shot now.

Look at the flock

of these radiograms.

"Janet and I will meet you

at pier, so proud and happy."

"Dearest love, Mother."

Well, mom's are best.

She's spinning like a top.

That the Janet that came down to

Minneapolis to see you graduate.

Yeah.

I bet she's doing

some spinning too.

Go on, read some more.

What's the next one say?

Here's something tasty.

"I've just named my new born son

Scott McClenahan Goldfarm."

"Signed, Moses Goldfarm."

That's certainly

a big load off my mind.

Oh, boy.

Come on. What's the

next one say? Hurry up.

I'm hurrying,

I can't wait to see myself.

Old butter fingers.

"Can offer you 16 weeks in

Waterville at 3,000 a week."

Great leaping tuna, Scotty.

3000 a week?

- Why, you'll be a millionaire.

- What do you think I am?

- A trained seal?

- Aren't you going to accept it?

Say for $ 3,000 a week,

they could exhibit me naked

in Times Square.

3,000 a week, that's

more money than I ever heard of.

Read the next one.

Read 'em and weep, boy.

"Make no statement

to press until I meet you"

"with detailed arrangement.

Joseph Craig Chapin."

What's that

supposed to mean?

Beats me, who's

Joseph Craig Chapin.

I don't know, he must be a big

boat to carry those three names.

I wonder if he's the guy

that owns Chapin's magazine.

Maybe it's a misprint

for Charlie Chaplin.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Captain Fisher's

compliments, sir.

The Admiral is

just coming aboard.

'Alright thanks.

I'll be right up.'

Boy, we've got

a knock on it now.

Scotty, you wanna hear

any more of these?

Oh, I won't have time to, kid.

We've got to step on it.

Hmm, look at this thing.

Uh, Scotty, before you go..

Wonder if you'd mind writing

your name on these pajamas.

Are you feeling alright?

Sure, I just thought that..

Oh, well don't do it then

if you don't want to.

Oh, I just assumed, but why

spoil a good pair of pajamas?

- Oh, forget it.

- Oh, wait a minute.

I'll do it.

Only I think

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