The Old Fashioned Way Page #3

Have we any cigars?

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

See if he has any matches.

Thank you.

Gee, it sure is | swell out here.

Nice view.

You know, I like these little | towns, seeing a new one every day.

I hate them.

Traveling with the girl | you love.

Wallace Livingston, | will you talk sense?

Well, I am. | I mean, I do. I...

You ought to be back at school, | studying, making something of yourself.

Betty, listen.

I'll go back to school, | if you'll go with me.

You know | that's impossible.

Well, why?

Because I don't belong there | any more than you belong here.

What do you mean? | Well, I'm...

In the first place, | you're rich.

My father is, but...

Yes, and I know what rich | people think of our profession.

You don't know my father.

You wait till he hears | about you barnstorming

around the country | with a rep show.

Well, he might | get mad, a little.

You didn't give them too | much soup, did you? Mmm-mmm.

No, that's right. Give them | plenty of bread and crackers.

Uh-huh.

And remember, nobody gets a | second helping of apple pie. Uh-uh.

And we don't serve ice cream. Uh-huh.

That's all you're | supposed to know. Uh-huh.

You better look out.

Oh.

Sit here, | my little hourglass.

For the benefit of all those | who do not know me,

I am the Great McGonigle.

The soup sounds good.

Thank you.

Say!

What did you tell us the | opera house was sold out for?

Isn't it? | No, it isn't.

I just saw the manager and he | told me, up till last night,

they only had $17.30 | in the box office.

Mr. McGonigle, I wanna tell... | Quiet. Take off your hat.

Didn't you hear me tell those gilpins | I'd arranged for 100 extra seats?

Why, they went for it | like a trout for a fly.

Oh, fudge!

Cease!

Don't you use that sort of language | before my innocent little daughter

or I shall be compelled | to lay hands upon you!

Oh... | Hush.

I don't...

Sit down there and have some | of that hot vegetable soup.

Let us finish | our repast in peace,

and remember that every cloud | has a silver lining

and every plate of vegetable | soup is filled with vegetables.

Oh, that's it.

Oh, Mrs. Wendelschaffer, Bertha | tells me Mr. McGonigle is here.

Cleopatra Pepperday, you're not going | to make a fool of yourself again,

like you did last year, | are you?

Why, I don't know | what you mean.

I only want him | to hear me sing.

Sing? Oh, rats.

Who's the old squigelum | over there?

That's that | Pepperday woman.

Who?

Don't you remember how | she pestered you last year?

No, I don't recall.

She's all dressed up | like a well-kept grave.

Well, she's the richest woman | in Bellefontaine.

The cloud | with a silver lining.

What's her name? What's her | name? Quick, quick, quick.

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