Nothing Sacred Page #3

- I'll harbor it till I die! Wait and see!

The Morning Star had a chance

to win my respect 22 years ago.

They saw fit to swindle and belittle me.

Very well.

I'll prove to them before I die

who the six great Americans are

And who was entitled

to the first prize!

I could do better in darkest Africa.

You know who got that $10,000?

The editor's wife, that's who!

Morning.

You don't have to sit there

looking so dramatic, Hazel.

Like Eliza crossing the ice.

Well, I can't help feeling a little bad.

You couldn't either if you

were gonna die any minute.

Well, you can stop giving yourself

the airs of a dying swan.

According to this last analysis

I made, you ain't going to die.

Unless you get run over or something.

What?

You heard me. I don't like

to chew my cabbage twice.

Enoch... Enoch, I-I-I'm

not gonna die?

You're fitter than a fiddle! And stop

gawking at me while I cut myself!

Oh, I gotta cry, Enoch.

I can't help it.

Come, come, come, this is no way

to behave in a doctor's office.

Besides, that soap will give you the

darndest bellyache you ever had.

Oh, Enoch, you saved my life.

Oh, it was nothing. That first

diagnosis I made was a mistake.

I got so that I was seeing

radium poisoning everywhere.

I've been awfully brave, haven't I, not

to cry before? Please say I have...

Well, now that it's over, I don't mind telling

you, Hazel, I felt kinda sorry for you.

Sorry.

I've been under a great strain.

You know, I don't know why

I'm so happy about it, Enoch.

You sort of spoiled my trip.

What trip's that, Hazel?

You know, I was gonna take that

$200 you get for dying in Warsaw

And go to New York and blow

it all in and die happy.

And now I've got to stay in Warsaw.

So that's your gratitude to me?

For snatching you from

the jaws of death?

You know, I don't know which I am,

happy or miserable, I'm all mixed up.

Enoch, listen. Do you have to hand

in that report to the factory?

I know it sounds a little dishonest.

I'd do it like a shot, Hazel.

Only I'd lose my job the minute they

found out you weren't going to die.

And besides, there's the ethics.

Well. Oh, thanks for all your trouble.

I'm terribly grateful, Enoch.

Only it's kind of startling to

be brought to life twice...

And each time in Warsaw!

Miss Flagg?

Pardon me, I'm Wallace Cook

from the New York Star.

I came up to see you.

I know it's hard for you to talk, but if

you'd just listen to me for a while...

I have nothing to say now.

It's sort of too late.

I know how you feel, Miss Flagg.

But I won't ask you any

questions about your ailment.

I was just in to see Dr.

Downer, and he told me...

Now, please don't cry. I was thinking

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