Ziegfeld Girl Page #2

- Right now, I feel awful easy to get.

- Don't ever be.

You got everything your mother had,

and she was bigtime...

...after I ironed out the kinks

in her technique.

Gosh, I hope he liked our act.

I'm getting so tired of tank towns

and trained seals.

For you and me both.

Not that I haven't known some

very charming seals, but...

- It's him! That's him.

- He just got in under the wire.

Won't you come in?

You're Ed Gallagher and Company?

In the flesh, my man.

As big as life and twice as natural.

I'm Noble Sage,

Mr. Ziegfeld's strong right arm.

Oh, come on in, come on in.

Here, have a chair.

Thanks. I've got one.

Mr. Ziegfeld saw

your performance tonight.

Did he like it?

Did he say he liked it?

How is Ziggy?

- You know Mr. Ziegfeld?

- No. He never had the pleasure.

You're very lucky. Mr. Ziegfeld would

like to see you in his office tomorrow.

Right! What time?

- How about 11:
00?

- Right.

- That's the New Amsterdam Theatre.

- Right.

- 42nd Street.

- Right.

And say, tell Ziggy he's getting

the best act in vaudeville.

- Who should know better than me?

- Oh, Mr. Gallagher...

...Mr. Ziegfeld isn't interested in the act,

only your daughter.

- Right.

- No, wrong.

I won't be there at 11:00,

Mr. Sage, or ever.

I couldn't. Not without my father.

Why, without him, I'm nothing at all.

If Mr. Ziegfeld can't understand that,

how could I work for him?

I couldn't respect him.

No. Tell him thanks very much,

but I can't accept.

Susie. I said, right.

I mean right, Mr. Sage.

My kid will be there.

Right.

And tell Ziggy he's getting a break

he don't deserve.

I'll be right behind her showing her how

every step of the way.

Right!

Oh, Pop.

Don't worry, baby.

You'll be all right.

Our act's like a snake. You cut it

in half and both ends wiggle.

Chin up, shoulders relaxed...

...and don't forget to smile.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, hey!

Come up out of that hole, baby.

- You're not a showgirl.

- I'm sorry.

Good thing you outgrew

those knock-knees.

Jerry!

I hate to admit it,

but this is my kid brother.

- Jerry, this is Susan Gallagher.

- Hello.

Hiya, Susie.

Pony-size, huh?

Ma made you lunch.

Says you got to keep up your strength.

You'll need it to fight off

those stagedoor Johnnies.

What do you know about them?

I was born in a theatrical trunk,

but the lid wasn't shut.

I think my pop left it open on purpose.

He says it's what you don't know

that can hurt you.

Now, what could you learn

out of a book?

- Hiya, John.

- Hello, honey.

That's Frank Merton.

He's one of the stars of the show.

- He's got the most beautiful voice.

- Yeah?

Cucaracha. Look at that one.

She looks better all wrapped up

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