Man Wanted Page #4

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habits. Are they steady?

I'm rolling around all I

can on my present salary.

Perhaps I'd better leave

well enough alone then.

I should say not.

I don't think you understand.

I'm sizing you up for a job.

Oh.

It's awfully nice of you Mrs Ames,

only .. Only what?

Well it is alright to

ingratiate oneself into a ..

Man's office. It's business.

We started casually,

but that can be remedied.

Of course.

You see, I have been having

trouble with secretaries.

The work is so uncertain.

It needs a man.

You understand our relations will

be purely of a business nature?

Of course, Mrs Ames.

It pays fifty a week and may

turn into something better.

That of course, will be up to you.

Well, I certainly appreciate the

chance, Mrs Ames. Good.

Oh, here we are.

Shall I expect you tomorrow morning?

Fine. Thank you.

Goodnight, Mrs Ames.

Goodnight, Mr Sherman.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in, dearie.

Alright. Hold your horses.

Why did you have the door locked?

I thought I'd better. The women

didn't know you were out.

Did you make the grade?

I sold the machine.

If you ask me those night sales are

in the nature of a recovered fumble.

Don't let your imagination

get the better of you.

Hey, did you come home emotional?

Maybe.

I'm on the staff of the 400 Magazine.

On her staff?

On the editorial staff, yes.

What a man.

Can't you get it through

your fat head ..

That today there are just as many

serious-minded women in business as men.

If you meet them, you don't

treat them like you're at a party.

Well, what did you do?

I didn't talk to her any differently

than I would to a man.

You were all alone with her?

Well, what of it?

Well, why didn't you?

Why should I?

Didn't she look good enough?

Well to simplify matters

for you, she didn't.

What did she look like?

What did she look like?

You about described her this afternoon.

Ha ha .. Hercules Hattie?

Something like that.

How did she part her beard?

Hey. Let's treat her with a little

respect. I'm working for her.

Hey, what's the old girl's name?

It's Lois Ames, isn't it?

I'll bet she's a bird

in a rowing machine.

Goodnight, dear.

Freddie.

If you tell another one,

I'll roll on the floor.

Well listen, listen.

Did you ever hear the

one about the old witch?

Here! What Cinderella lost her shoe?

Oh, Lois! Hello there.

Will you wild Indians be quiet?

Let a poor working girl sleep?

Oh Lois, this husband

of yours is killing us.

He's killing me, too.

Now will you play bridge

or make love or something.

Just let me sleep.

Now come on down, darling.

Give the old office a rest for a day.

No. I can't really, sweet.

Go up and tell her we're sorry.

Righto. As soon as I finish this.

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