Girl Crazy Page #4

...because I'm a guy that likes a horse

with plenty of zoom.

- I think we can arrange that.

- Well, where is he?

There he is, Whitey.

Well, I'll see you later.

Why, you'll love Whitey.

He's as meek as a lamb.

Hey, what's that?

The new guy from New York.

He's riding Whitey.

Wait a minute.

You want me to climb up on that?

Why, sure.

All right, boys, let's go.

Whitey.

Hey, Whitey.

Whitey, please.

What have I done?

Hi there.

Can I give you a lift?

Anything you could give me

would be an improvement.

You're that young fellow

from New York, ain't you?

No. No.

I'm that old fellow from New York.

- Who are you?

- I'm Rags, New York City.

Checker Cab Company, Class of 1933.

Yeah, you haven't got

a checkered cab with you, have you?

No, but I got a buckboard.

I can take you up to the camp in that.

- What camp?

- With the boys.

Hey, where's Whitey?

Whitey?

Oh, Whitey hit the road.

He'll stop when

he gets back to the corral.

As far as I'm concerned, he can keep

going until he hits Connecticut.

- Well, you ready to ride?

- Yeah.

If I can sit on my stomach.

What else do they do around here

besides play cowboys and Indians?

The boys work pretty hard...

...especially since they threatened

to close the school.

- Yeah? Why?

- I don't know.

Something about the legislature

couldn't get enough unenrollments.

If it hadn't been for Armour

and his granddaughter Ginger...

Ginger? Say, is that the girl

that delivers the mail?

That's her. She's coming out

to cook supper for the boys.

Tell me about her, will you?

Ain't nothing much to tell

except that she's just wonderful.

- Everybody loves her.

- Are you sure it's just everybody?

Yeah. Especially Henry Lathrop.

Is he the fellow that goes around

acting like he owns the place?

That's him.

I knew there was something

about him I didn't like.

- Hi, Rags.

- Hey, you lost a tire.

Hey, Danny. Where's Whitey?

Who's that cowboy with you?

Did you enjoy the ride?

Yeah. I haven't had so much fun

since I was shot out of a cannon.

Some fellows like to tiptoe

Through the tulips

Some fellows go on

Singing in the rain

Some fellows keep on painting skies

With rainbows

Some fellows go on swinging

Down the lane

But

I'm biding my time

Because that's the kind of guy I'm

While other folks grow dizzy

I'll keep busy

Biding my time

Next year

Next year

Something's bound to happen

This year

This year

I'll just keep on napping

I'm biding my time

Because that's the kind of guy I'm

There's no regretting

When I'm setting

Biding my time

I'm biding my time

Biding my time

Because that's the kind of guy I'm

Beginning on a Monday

Right through Sunday

Biding my time

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