Miracle On 34th Street Page #4

A fine thing, promising the kid.

You don't think I would've

said that unless I'm sure?

You can get those fire engines

at Schoenfeld's on Lexington.

Only 8.50. A wonderful bargain.

Schoenfeld's?

I don't get it.

I keep track of

the toy market pretty closely.

Does that surprise you so?

Surprise me?

Macy's sending people

to other stores?

Are you kidding me?

The only important thing

is to make the children happy.

Who sells the toy

doesn't make any difference.

Don't you feel that way?

Who, me? Oh, yeah, sure.

Only I didn't know Macy's did.

As long as I'm here, they do.

I don't get it.

No, I just don't get it.

I quite understand.

Your little girl

would like some skates.

But of course,

you must get her the best...

'cause their little ankles

want protecting.

Our skates are very good,

but not quite good enough.

You go to Gimbels.

They'll have exactly what

you're looking for.

There you are, dear.

That's for you.

Merry Christmas.

Gimbels.

Hello, my little girl.

How old are you?

Gimbels.

Gimbels!

Pardon me.

The guard said to speak to you.

You're the head

of the toy department?

Yes, madam...

Listen. I want to

congratulate you and Macy's...

on this wonderful new stunt

you're pulling.

Imagine, sending people

to other stores.

I don't get it. Why, it's...

- It certainly is.

- You said it.

Imagine a big outfit

like Macy's...

putting the spirit of Christmas

ahead of the commercial.

It's wonderful.

I never done

much shopping here before...

but from now on, I'm going

to be a regular Macy customer.

All right, dear.

Thank you, madam.

There are six more

women who want to thank you.

Not now. I've got

to think this thing over.

Personally, I think

it's a wonderful idea, too.

You think so.

Those women think so.

The point is,

will Mr. Macy think so?

This seems awfully silly,

Mr. Gailey.

I thought as long

as we're in the store...

you might as well

say hello to Santa Claus.

Why?

Because when

you talk to him...

you might feel

differently about him.

Good-bye, Elmer.

Be a good boy now.

Merry Christmas!

Well, young lady,

what's your name?

Susan Walker.

What's yours?

Mine? Kris Kringle.

I'm Santa Claus.

Oh, you don't believe that,

do you?

My mother's Mrs. Walker,

the lady who hired you.

Oh.

But I must say,

you're the best one I've seen.

Really?

Your beard doesn't have

those things over your ears.

That's because it's real,

like I'm really Santa Claus.

Oh, go ahead, pull it.

Ouch.

All right, folks,

don't crowd.

You have all day

to see Santa Claus.

Now, children, behave.

This way, please.

Get back in the line there.

What would you like me

to bring you for Christmas?

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