A Guy Named Joe Page #5

I saw the pictures

Of your plane

Flying low enough to scrape

Paint off the rooftops.

Nails showed them to me.

What's more, I saw the plane-

Them pictures-

You keep out of this!

What are you yelling

At him for?

Shut up! You're such a low-down,

No-good heel, any woman...

Look, darling, this is

A little gift for you.

I'm very fond

Of you, honey,

But take this or I'll

Wrap it around your neck!

Don't talk to me like that!

Who do you think you are?

If you want to risk

Your darn fool neck,

Go ahead.

I can get along.

Only don't sit there like a

Drooling farm boy with a package-

Drooling?

I'm not drooling.

You're drooling and you're trying

To buy yourself off with a present.

You can take this,

Whatever it is,

And throw it

In the garbage!

In the garbage? This?

In the garbage

It goes.

Of all the trouble-making,

Back-stabbing,

Poison-shooting

Dames I ever saw!

Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag.

Yeah.

Pete! Girl clothes!

From london.

Yeah. I've never seen ya

In a real dress, remember?

Then you didn't get it just to make

Up for what happened this morning.

You didn't have time.

That's right.

Why didn't you tell me

Before I lost my temper?

You didn't

Give me a chance.

Oh, but, Pete,

You're such a fool,

And you've

No right to be.

But you're kinda sweet.

Go on upstairs and put that

Thing on, see if I recognize you.

If you don't, you big

Lug, you'll break my heart!

Lot of woman, Pete.

Lot of woman.

Could be.

2 with soda.

Uh-oh. Bad luck.

Make it 3.

One with poison.

Ha ha. I thought I'd

Find you hot pilots here.

We've been pining away

For you, nails.

Will you have a drink, colonel?

I mean lieutenant-colonel?

Yes, thanks.

That was a very funny trick

You pulled on me this afternoon.

Let's have a drink

On that.

Good. What trick

Was that?

Showing Dorinda

Those pictures.

You almost got me

In a lot of trouble.

That wasn't a trick. I was

Simply trying to prove to her

What a solid

14-carat hero you are.

We're even now,

Huh, nails?

I guess so.

Incidentally, Pete,

I don't believe

You realize,

But headquarters is pretty

Impressed with your record.

They feel you're wasting your

Talents as a squadron commander.

They want you to be

A group commander.

No, nails!

That's great!

You'd be a lieutenant-colonel at least!

Maybe a full colonel. A couple of

Chickens wouldn't look bad, huh?

More dough, too. Course,

I'd hate to rank you, nails.

Ho ho ho!

They're shoving the active fliers

Ahead pretty fast these days.

I'm afraid there wouldn't be

Any advance in rank at first.

Not until we see

How you work out.

Purely routine,

Of course.

Oh, yeah, sure.

At least I won't be

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