Hell's Angels Page #3

gun, you clinging vine.

Let go, do you hear?

God, you're enough

to turn a man's stomach.

Hey, you with

the fallen arches...

I've enlisted, Monte,

in the Royal Flying Corps.

You're a fool, Roy.

Really? How lovely.

My grandfather was in the guard

during the Revolution. Oh, he was?

Oh, Roy, you look marvelous

in uniform. Thank you.

Doesn't he?

It's ripping.

Where? Tell me, what have

you joined? The infantry?

No, the Royal Flying Corps.

Oh, of course.

And all the misery in this world

has been caused...

by and for capitalism!

Why should we fight this war?

For capitalism?

You will die!

You will die!

All your sons will die

for capitalism!

Down with capitalism!

Down with war!

Down with the anarchists.

That's right.

Get back now.

Who do you think you're shoving?

There's the man

I'd like to kiss.

What's the matter? Afraid

of a kiss? Maybe he's yeller!

Go on, you.

Go on and fight for your country.

Slacker!

Come on.

But really,

you don't understand.

I didn't mean to do anything.

Say, I'd rather marry the girl.

You'll never get

your wings that way.

Hi. How are you?

Oh, boy.

Say, listen, that first solo flight

certainly is a great thrill.

It certainly felt great.

I will.

Wonder who that is out there.

That was a fine landing.

Look at him come out of there.

Look, boys, it's Monte.

Hey, how'd it go, Monte?

Oh, great.

Well, tonight's the night, Monte. Yeah.

Say, listen, be more cheerful. You

have a treat in store meeting Helen.

Must be Friday the 13th.

Gee, I-I wonder if she'll wear

her canteen uniform.

If she does, you can count me

out. Oh, she looks stunning in it.

Who wants to be stunned?

I'm only going as a favor to you.

You and I don't like

the same kind of girls.

Hurry up, will you?

Oh, it's a waste of time

to polish these.

She'll probably step all over them

the first dance anyway.

Safer to sit it out.

Quiet little corner and a have

a chat about votes for women.

Hello there.

Hello.

Whose window

are you warbling under tonight?

Lady Randolph's Charity Ball. Wash your neck

and come along. Oh, but I haven't been invited.

That's all right. I'm on the

committee. No, I don't think I'll go.

A smart boy.

I wonder where Helen is.

She should be here by this time.

How do you do, sir?

There's she is.

Don't point. It's rude.

Oh, Helen.

Roy!

Hello.

Hello, old thing.

You're frightfully late.

I was afraid you weren't coming.

Oh, Helen, this is Monte.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Well, that's done at last.

You know, you two have been

avoiding each other for weeks.

Helen, may I have

this next dance?

What? Oh, of course.

Oh, Roy, there you are.

Good evening, Lady Randolph.

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