Christmas Holiday Page #3

If I can do it.

Oh, now wait a minute.

Since we're telling the truth, Valerie

likes to pretend that she's tough.

Never does anything for anybody.

As a matter of fact, Valerie,

how about it?

Do you think you can help speed

the armed forces on their way?

I really would appreciate it.

Somebody else asked me that

same thing earlier tonight.

He's got a week-old baby

he's never even seen.

His furlough's up three days from now.

I tried everything I know but...

Are you much of a swimmer, lieutenant?

Thanks anyway.

Well, we gave it a good try. Joe!

Some more of that tiger milk over her.

As a matter of fact, Valerie,

now that I'm here,

I know it isn't due

till next Monday, but

how about retiring to your sanctum

and giving me my weekly honorarium.

You know, my...

30 bucks?

Minus the ten spot I gave you

the other night.

Well, at least you owe me 20 bucks.

And added to what I got, that makes 22.

I'll be able to carry on...

Would you mind excusing us, lieutenant,

just for a moment?

Would you like a drink, lieutenant?

Oh, no, no, he doesn't drink.

It's an election bet or something.

Look, Valerie, do you think

you could arrange it

so the lieutenant wouldn't be

lonely for a minute or two?

Let him hear the sound of a human voice?

Oh, no, really I...

What about Jackie?

OK.

Joe, ask Jackie to join us for a moment.

Yes, ma'am.

Jackie's the star

of our little entertainment.

Hello.

How are you doing?

-Lieutenant, this is Jackie.

Sit down, Jackie.

The lieutenant's what you might call

an unexpected pleasure, Jackie.

His plane had to make a forced landing.

Isn't that the way things

always happen, Jackie?

You're getting along all right

and all of a sudden, boom.

You have to make a forced landing.

Well, we've got other fish to fry.

Get the joke, Valerie?

Sure. You're fried.

Well, see you later, lieutenant.

Excuse me. You won't find Jackie

hard to talk to, lieutenant.

He's quite drunk, isn't he?

Not for him.

He's been drinking himself into

the gutter for a long time.

They're running out of gutters.

It's a shame.

I don't think so.

First trip to New Orleans, lieutenant?

Yeah.

Do you want to dance?

If you like.

I'm not a very good dancer, I'm afraid.

Oh, would you rather sit down

and have a drink?

Whatever you say.

Bill?

-Yes, miss.

Scotch and soda.

The usual.

-Yes, ma'am.

Merry Christmas.

Having fun?

-Oh, yes, thank you.

Well, our friend, Simon, passed out.

He talked me into

one more drink in the office.

But don't worry, he had you on his mind.

With the compliments of Mr. Fenimore.

Midnight Mass at the

St. Louis Cathedral.

Take me with you, lieutenant. Will you?

I don't think I'm....

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