I'll See You in My Dreams Page #4

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- Oh, yes.

- Thank you very much.

- Sit down.

- And coffee.

My mother makes

the best strudel in town.

You should excuse the dishes.

But if a little bit is chipped off,

he gets it free from the warehouse.

Gus, I forgot,

some more saucers we need.

Okay, Ma. I'll chip some tomorrow.

Mr. Kahn, you're not going back to the

warehouse after writing a song like this.

Well, why not?

I promised the publisher

we'd do our own plugging.

- Plugging?

- Get the song heard and played.

It takes 24 hours a day, Mr. Kahn.

You mean you want me to quit my job?

But this is your big chance.

What if the song doesn't go over?

Who's gonna help pay the rent?

Listen to him with the rent.

Who paid the rent

while you were growing up?

And what are your brothers,

pushcart peddlers?

Believe me, we won't starve.

- And there'll always be strudel.

- Yup.

She's very sweet.

She gets so excited.

Ma, what are you excited about?

When I walk down Michigan Boulevard,

people should say:

"There goes the mother of Gus Kahn,

the songwriter."

Not "The mother of Gus Kahn who chips

dishes for Albert Pick and Company."

Now what are you doing?

- Please.

- What's that for?

I would like to buy the first one.

Here. Mrs. Kahn, I'd love to play it

for you sometime.

What for? Gus didn't write the music.

Come on, now. Everybody sing.

Gee, I wish that I had a girl

Like the other fellows had

Someone to make a fuss over me

To cheer me up when I feel sad

On Wednesday night, I'm all alone

When I ought to be up

At some sweetheart's home

And I'm lonesome

Awful lonesome

Gee, I wish I had a girl

Follow the pointer!

- How do you do, Mr. Kahn?

- It's raining like a son of a gun.

Where are the folks?

Oh, they're out. They're both out.

They'll be out for quite a while.

Good, we can get right to work.

And, boy, do we need it.

We've written quite a few songs,

but we've had only one hit.

That's not exactly a career.

It's nothing against you,

but we've gotta dig a little harder.

I've written two new lyrics.

Take a look, one of them

could be a real good song.

- Do we have to start right away?

- Sure. What else is there to do?

- What could I have been thinking of?

- What?

Oh, nothing.

All right. Sit down. Sit down.

There's two of them.

One, I like a little better than the other.

Here's "Love in Springtime."

And this one is

"The Month of June is a Song of Love."

You know, June is the month of love.

Everybody... Everybody gets married in June,

and that's the whole idea.

Now, let's try the verse, huh?

"Every lassie loves a laddie in

the month of June."

Yeah.

Mind if I move these? They're in the way.

All right, go ahead. The first two lines.

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