The Barefoot Executive Page #3

about, number one, Abe Lincoln,

number two, doctors

and number three, dogs.

So the most popular

and highest rated show of all,

would be a show about

Abe Lincoln's doctor's dog.

And that is the kind of a show

your TV friend from Tulare

wants me to make?

Well, actually, he's not

in TV, sir. He's in radio.

- Radio?

- Yes.

- They don't have a TV station up there.

- They don't?

Abraham Lincoln's

doctor's dog?

- Yeah.

- Title's kinda long,

but it sounds like a good idea.

- Wait in the car.

- Oh.

Now you listen to me, Post.

You get this straight.

Your job here

is to deliver the mail.

And that is all you are to do

is to deliver the mail.

I am not interested

in your quacky theories

that come from your quacky teachers

that teach in your quacky night school.

Yes, sir. But actually, in this

case, it wasn't a teacher.

I know what he was!

He was a radio man from Tulare!

Anything important, Jen?

Oh, yes, sir. Mr. Crampton

called from New York.

He did?

Well, why didn't you tell me that?

When the president of the network calls,

don't let me stand around

talking about

Abraham Lincoln's dog's doctor.

Uh, Abe Lincoln's doctor's dog, sir.

There's a difference.

I don't care what it is.

How long ago did he call?

- About an hour ago.

- An hour?

You should've called me at home.

Well, I did,

but you weren't there.

Your wife said you were

out on some deliveries.

Oh, yeah... deliveries, yeah.

Well, get him on the phone.

He said it wouldn't be

necessary to call back.

Just pick him up

at the airport next Tuesday.

He didn't want to talk to me?

Did he see the ratings?

I imagine he had,

because he asked if you had.

- He did? Where are they?

- No, they're in the other pile.

Why didn't you say so?

I'm under pressure.

- Well, he's sure in a bad mood.

- Steve!

Why did you bring up Abe Lincoln's

doctor's dog on a day like this?

- Oh, no!

- I was just trying to help.

Nothing wrong with that.

Oh, these are terrible!

These are catastrophic!

- Just relax. You'll be fine.

- Oh, sure.

You just got excited. You took

too much oxygen in your system.

I had an aunt

who had that problem.

Used to help to blow into

a paper bag. Ever tried?

I never tried that. Helped?

- She just blew right in...

- Yes.

- Don't you have anything to do?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, do it!

- I'll see you tonight, Jen.

Jen, you know I never interfere in the

personal lives of my employees, but...

...how can you stand

that boy? Blow into a paper bag.

I don't know. I guess

I'm just kind of hooked, sir.

There, there, Mama.

Everything is gonna be all right.

You'll get over it, Mama.

Don't worry.

What's the matter?

We've got to go to San Francisco.

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