Small Town Girl

And Harvard's glory shall be our aim

Through the ages, we'll hail its name

When together we sing its name

Harvard! Harvard!

Harvard!

Yay!

How about those grapefruit, Kay?

Mrs. Johnson's in a hurry.

Oh, yes. Just a minute.

Wish they'd fix up that detour

Or stop that basketball

Or whatever that game is

They play every saturday.

The noise just drives me crazy.

But they're having

such fun, Mrs. Johnson.

Well, it's beyond me.

Now, pick me out

A couple of nice ones, George.

Right, Mrs. Johnson.

These that are soft on the stem spot

Are the best.

Uh, Kay, bring in some of that celery.

Don't forget to tell your

mother that the club meets

With Mrs. Whitehall this afternoon.

Hey, don't kick about this detour.

Look.

Hey! They tell me

This town is loaded with

beautiful and understanding women.

Come and see Harvard

Kick Yale over its own

fence. We'll bring you back.

I haven't got a ticket.

Oh, that's all right.

You can sit on my lap.

I want to breathe down

your swanlike neck.

As a matter of fact, seeing you,

I don't think I'll

go to the game at all.

Hey, come back in, Vince.

Attention!

Oh.

Allow me to introduce the Yale bulldog,

Only they forgot to clip his ears.

He fell out of a tree back there.

Then he must be very hungry.

Ah, in return, let me present you

With Dr. Picard's original

stratosphere blimp.

And use it.

You're too cute to have

both feet on the ground.

Hey, Kay, how about that celery?

I said apples, not onions, Kay.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Pruitt.

Here, you go on, and one

of us will drop them by.

And 3 pounds. Now, be sure, Kay.

I've got to have them for dinner.

Yes, Mrs. Pruitt.

Why don't you take your

rolls-Royce and go to the game?

You can see we're not busy around here.

Oh, George, I was just

having a little fun.

They're so silly.

Well, Agnes, how's Fred today?

Better. Thanks, Florence,

But that boil will not come to a head

On his neck here.

Mmm. Right on his neck.

Mm-Hmm.

You know, if you take a bottle

And fill it with scalding water

And the empty it suddenly-

Yes, I know.

Draws it right out with a plop,

But Fred's so touchy.

Hello.

Well, yes, Mrs. Bradshaw. Just a moment.

Get me a pencil, sis.

You don't need it.

I can give you her order,

The same for the last 5 years-

A nice fat fryer, a bottle of olives-

Shh! Hello.

Oh, yes. Mr. Dean brought in

Some very nice fryers, Mrs. Bradshaw.

Cranberries? Yes.

Of course, they tell me

That bacon rinds is as good as anything,

But it does dirty up the shirt collar.

Olives? Yes.

Oh, Fred wouldn't stand for that.

Remind her the celery.

Yes. A pound of butter.

Florence, let's go over to Seaver's.

I want to look at some ribbons.

Come along, darling.

Good-Bye, Kay.

Good-Bye, Mrs. Haynes.

Good-Bye, Kay.

Good-Bye, Mrs. Martin.

Yes, Mrs. Bradshaw. Thank you.

Good-Bye.

Well, let's weigh out some potatoes.

We've got a minute now,

And everybody will want them

Over the weekend.

We can be sure of that, can't we?

Every weekend.

Mm-Hmm.

Penny for your thoughts.

Come on. Start filling.

My thoughts would cost

a lot more than a penny.

What do you get out of life, em?

Why, lots. Oh, say, Tommy,

Don't forget to deliver

That Jurgen's corned

beef the first thing.

You bet.

No, really, em. What?

What what?

What do you get out of life?

George and the baby

And the store here and all our friends.

Why, what else is there, silly?

Oh, nothing I guess...

in carvel.

Now, look here, honey.

If you're going to start getting moody

On a busy saturday-

Oh, but, em, didn't you want

To get away from here once?

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