Design for Living Page #5

I see.

In other words,

you're very fond of George.

More than fond.

A thing happened to me

that usually happens to men.

You see, a man can meet two,

three, or even four women,

and fall in love

with all of them,

and then, by a process

of interesting elimination,

he is able to decide

which one he prefers.

But a woman must decide

purely on instinct, guesswork,

if she wants

to be considered nice.

Oh, it's quite all right

for her to try on 100 hats

before she picks one out...

Very fine, but which chapeau

do you want, Madame?

Both.

You see, George, you're sort of like

a ragged straw hat

with a very soft lining.

A little bit out of shape,

very dashing to look at,

and very comfortable

to wear.

And you, Tom.

Chic, piquant,

perched over one eye,

and has to be watched

on windy days.

And both so becoming.

Oh.

Oh, I'm the most unhappy woman

in the worid.

Poor girl,

she's in rather a tough spot.

Hmm.

George.

Dear George, there's no use pretending

you could make me forget Tom.

I'd miss him.

You would not.

But for the sake

of argument, okay.

And Tom, if I went with you

up hill and down dale,

he would haunt me

like a bogeyman.

It's a

pitiful situation.

Well, if it'll make you happy,

I'm willin' to step out.

Never mind

the grandstand gesture.

I know how you'd step out,

with a club!

On the other hand, if you feel

that you can't get along without her,

it wouldn't be the first sacrifice

I've made for you.

What sacrifice?

What have you

ever done for me?

Look who's talkin',

little Rollo!

Why, you're

the most self-centered,

egotistical double-crosser

I ever knew!

Now, listen, if I could...

Shh. There you have it.

You hate him,

he hates you,

and you both end up

by hating me.

Boys, let's sit down.

Now let's talk it over

from every angle,

without any excitement,

like a disarmament

conference.

Well?

What do you think?

I think it can be

worked out, providing...

Yes, you're right.

Providing.

Well, boys, it's the only thing we can do.

Let's forget sex.

Okay.

Agreed.

It may be a bit difficult

in the beginning.

But it can be

worked out.

Oh, it'll be grand.

Saves lots of time.

And confusin.

We're going to

concentrate on work.

Your work.

My work doesn't count.

I think both you boys have a great

deal of talent, but too much ego.

You spend one day working,

and a whole month bragging.

Gentlemen, there are going to be

a few changes.

I'm going to jump up

and down on your ego.

I'm going to criticize your work

with a baseball bat.

I'll tell you everyday how bad your stuff

is till you get something good,

and if it's good, I'm going to tell

you it's rotten till you get something better.

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