Give Me a Sailor Page #4

him, instead of a kiss,

he'll want a salute. Fine

brotherly talk, I must say.

Disloyal?

Yes, very.

Oh, I guess you're right.

After all, he is my brother.

I shouldn't say anything

about his bad temper.

I ought to even keep quiet about the

time he tried to use an ice pick on me.

Ice pick? Why? I knocked his

teeth out of a glass of water.

Are you quite finished?

You see what I mean?

Wait a minute!

Think Letty'd like to have

Walter take her to the picnic?

Now you're talkin'. If Walter took

Letty, then you and I could-

What do you mean, Walter take Letty?

You crazy or something?

He will if I ask him.

Yeah, if.

Well, I'm going to.

Will you, Nancy?

Say, that'll be wonderful!

Then you-

Now, don't forget what I told you.

Give him plenty of ice.

Hi! What do you mean

by taking all the gas-

Sh, sh, sh.

She's waiting.

Well, here I am.

Oh, Walter!

'Ello? 'Ello?

'Is is 'etty 'Arkin.

'Etty 'Arkin.

Lady, uh, let's start over.

And this time, slowly.

An' I 'ant 'et it off.

Lady, you're drunk.

- Uh, you'd better go and sleep it off.

- Aw, 'uts!

Ethel 'ay! it's 'etty!

It's only 'e! It's 'e!

Letty. I was-

Oh! GO 'ayl

GO 'ay!.

Hey, Letty!

There are no such

things as ghosts.

Come here!

Letty! Come on, let me in. I

want to tell you something.

Come on, snap into it. Walter's gonna

take you to the picnic. Wha'!

You picked a fine time to celebrate

Halloween! Get that mud pie off your face.

I 'ant 'et it off. I 'ant 'et it off.

What? That's cooperation for you.

For ten years I've been working

my brain to the bone,

scheming how to fix you up with

Walter, and what have you done?

Your big moment, and here you

are, looking like a bad job of embalming.

How did you ever get into that facial

straitjacket anyway?

What?

And there you are, huh? You got a hammer?

A chisel? Uh-uh.

I got an idea.

Don't worry.

Nothing serious.

Nothing drastic. You won't feel a thing.

All 'ight.

You'll never know what hi-

just stand still. All 'ight.

One, two, three!

That didn't hurt, did it?

You feel all right?

Here, let me help you.

Now you're all right.

Now you're okay. There.

Wait. Here.

Here, hold that.

I'll just give it a little

tap, right there. No!

The next time you use one

of those, put a zipper on it.

There. Now hurry

up and get dressed.

And in the name of a beautiful

romance, try and look like something!

I'll be outside, waiting.

Oh, Walter. Don't be a stuffed shirt. I made

the date before I had any idea you'd be home.

What's his name?

Weatherwax. Rodney Weatherwax.

Navy?

No. Fertilizer.

And very important socially.

Mr. Weatherwax, I mean.

I still don't like it.

Aw, let's not quarrel,

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