On the Town Page #3

at Grant's Tomb.

- Sure.

- Taxi, anyone?

You don't wanna waste your whole day

lookin' for one girl.

Taxi. Taxi.

And besides, Gabe,

you always got the picture.

When we get aboard ship,

you can hang it up in a locker.

The picture! Look, fellows,

it's full of clues.

- If I follow them, I'm sure to find her.

- What?

She has to be at one of these places.

We can track her down easy.

Gabe, what's happened to you?

I don't know. All I know is

I gotta find this girl.

Get your red hot taxis here.

Wait a minute, fellows.

I don't want to spoil your day.

- You guys go ahead.

- What's it say on the card?

If we do this systematically,

we can find her in a couple of hours.

It says she's studying painting

in the museums...

Museums?

Come on. Let's try it.

Well?

Here I am.

- Where's the nearest museum?

- Museum of Anthropological History.

Okay, let's go.

Only if he gets up front.

What's the big idea?

I knew you'd come back.

They all come back.

How much do we owe you?

Never mind. Let's run it up a little.

I'm coming in with you.

This unique skeleton is the result

of 20 years unceasing labor.

This dinosaur roamed the earth

six million years ago.

Let us move on.

Excuse me.

Don't be frightened, lady. They're all dead.

Hold it. It's fantastic. I've simply got

to get the two of you together.

Oh, my dear, you are priceless.

Thank you. How about some cheesecake?

What a lucky girl I am.

I've got to get your measurements.

I'm a Junior Miss, size 11,

very high-waisted.

Gorgeous.

Now, it's my turn.

Stop! How dare you!

I was only playin', lady.

What are you doin' tonight?

Now, just a minute. I want you to know

that my interest in you is purely scientific.

I'm just a cold-blooded scientist...

...and I'm writing an anthropological study

for this museum.

It's called Modern Man - What Is It?

- The name is Claire Huddesen.

- Pleased to meet you.

I took your picture just now

because you look exactly...

...like this Pithecanthropus erectus,

a man extinct since 6,000,000 B.C.

I look like that?

I look like that.

Now, don't be moody.

You made an understandable mistake.

And now the head.

That subsuperdolichocephalic head!

Sailor, I love you for having that.

All my life I wanted someone

to love me for my sakidophalic head.

Don't be bitter.

There aren't many of us left. We had

a sakidophalic class reunion last year.

Not many of the old faces around anymore.

Well, that'll be all. You can go now.

How come a girl like you is interested

in this anthropo... whatchamacallit?

You see, it's this way.

I've been running around too much

with all kinds of young men.

I just couldn't settle down...

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