The Big Broadcast of 1938 Page #2

- I was saying, my father,

one of the great

"immorals" of his ti...

Great immortals of his time...

What?

How many, sir? Oh, glad

you thought of it.

Fill her up. Very good, sir.

Right to the brim.

How's your horn? Oh, I suppose...

Ah, don't be facetious.

You haven't much time to catch

the Colossal, sir. Nonsense!

Plenty of time after a

game of golf. Yes, sir.

Here you are, sir.

Ah, thank you.

How much? That will be one cent,

sir, and seven cents tax,

making a grand total of eight

cents. Gas gone up again?

Oh, yes, sir. What with

surtaxes, Social Security,

unemployment, street bonds

and old-age pensions, sir.

The gas is the same, but

the taxes have gone up.

What are you doing there?

Inflating your tires, sir. How

many pounds? Ah, fill her up.

Say, have you any spare parts for

these things? Why, yes, sir.

Get me a new thumb, will you?

I must watch the pressure.

I'll watch the pressure.

Go! Go, go, go, go!

Go.

Watch the pressure. No air

was gonna hurt anything.

What are you up to now? I

told you to watch that tire!

I'm dreadfully sorry. I'll

have it fixed in five minutes.

Five minutes and I'm sailing on

the Colossal ten minutes ago.

Drat! Drat, drat. I'll sue ya.

Out of my way before

I hit somebody.

Cast off your lines.

Cast off your lines.

Slow speed astern.

Slow speed astern.

Slow speed astern.

Come on, snails. Get

the lead outta there.

Too heavy.

Too light!

That's too medium.

Let's see. That's all right.

Tee it up... quick!

Fore. Stand clear, boy.

You're all teed up, sir.

Oh, thank you.

What do you mean, I'm all

teed off? Don't be rude.

How far is this hole?

420 yards, sir.

420 yards. 420 yards.

The wind against me.

Hand me that putter!

Thank you.

Stand clear, boy. Keep

your eye on the ball.

Ahh... a lily! I was

afraid I'd miss that.

Ah, thank you, George.

Here we go. Gangway, boys!

Where's the ball? Sorry, sir.

Hasn't got here yet.

Ah, the wind's against me.

Here she comes now.

- There she is. Stand clear.

- Keep your eye on the ball.

There goes the Colossal, Mr. Bellows.

We got another 20 minutes.

It's a lily! That ball will

run like a frightened fawn.

Look out, boys. Get away!

Gangway! Gangway!

Gangway, boys.

Here you are.

Gangway, you children

of the fairway.

A lily! Driver! Driver!

Driver, driver.

Driver!

Ow!

None of your liberties,

you silly-looking capper!

Pick up those lost balls.

You look more like Mickey Mouse

than Mickey Mouse does himself.

You're a coot! A coot. You

understand? Yes, sir.

Ah, thank you.

Not to be confused

with cootie.

Just a coot.

Not a good-looking

coot, either.

An ordinary coot.

Common garden coot.

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