Man's Favorite Sport? Page #3

tournament at Lake Wakapoogee.

Sir?

Stuns you, doesn't it?

You want m-me to fish in

the tournament? That's right.

As the official representative

of Abercrombie and Fitch.

M:

- Mr. Cadwalader... Don't thank me, thank Miss Page.

It was all her idea.

You know, the more I think of

it, the more excited I become.

Your reputation will have considerable

influence on the publicity for the tournament,

- which will benefit the lodge...

- Beaver.

Oh. Thank you.

And will benefit us,

of course.

I tell you, Willoughby...

What's the matter?

Is something bothering you?

Mr. Cadwalader, it's just

that I don't... Just what?

I don't think I should enter

the fishing tournament.

Why not? Give us one good reason.

Well, because I... Well,

that's certainly no reason.

I didn't give a reason. Why?

Come on. We're waiting.

Now, now, just a minute.

I think I know

what's bothering Willoughby.

You don't think it's fair for the teacher

to compete with the pupils. Exactly!

- They might resent me, and that would defeat your purpose.

- Oh, horsefeathers!

Oh, my goodness! Oh, Abby!

Let me have your handkerchief.

Oh, it's perfectly all right. Don't

worry a bit. It... Forgive us, please.

- It'll dry out. It'll dry out right away.

- Well, good.

Silly, isn't it? My wife

makes me wear it. I see.

Let's get on with it,

shall we?

Yes, sir.

Yes, Mr. Cadwalader.

Let me see.

Where were we?

Mr. Willoughby said the other fishermen

might resent his entering the tournament,

and then I hit the ashtray.

That's exactly what I said.

I don't agree.

They would be flattered.

Oh, they would not! It would be like

playing on the same team with Mickey Mantle.

It's not the same! It's

exactly... the same.

Good thing you didn't hit the

ashtray. Stop being so modest.

I'm not being modest!

They're right, Willoughby.!

It's just your modesty talking.

I don't want to hear anymore.

Yes, Miss Perkins. It's

11:
30, Mr. Cadwalader.

Thanks, Perkins. I have a luncheon

appointment. I'll be tied up this afternoon.

Willoughby, why don't you take the young

ladies to lunch and explain the details to them.

Uh... Miss Page, it was

a great idea of yours.

Mr. Cadwalader, didn't

you forget something? Hmm?

Your little thingamajig. Oh.

No, I didn't forget it.

Good excuse not to wear it.

Miss Mueller, thank you

very much. It was a pleasure.

Oh, by the way, Willoughby. Yes?

How is your

fishing gear?

Well, sir, with so little

chance, I... Just as I thought.

We'll get together in the morning and

pick out all the equipment you'll need.

Yes.

Good-bye.

Now, look, Miss Page... Please.

Please, I-I didn't realize that

I had taken your parking space.

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