Small Town Girl Page #4

I'll drop you whenever you want.

All right.

Goodness!

Goodness? What's the matter, goodness?

Just the way you did that.

Ha ha! Impatient sort of fellow, me.

Hate to be hemmed in by things.

I'd be a terrible failure in jail.

That's my trouble, they tell me.

Did you come from the game?

That wasn't any game, goodness.

That was a blue parade.

Harvard couldn't even get off

Its 5-Foot bookshelf.

You're only about 5 feet

yourself, aren't you?

You live here?

Yes.

This sleepy, little town?

Uh-Huh.

You don't look very sleepy.

Well, I guess I'm not... very.

Oh, wait a minute. We turn here.

Now, right to your right

About 4 miles straight on,

And then you'll come to the tavern.

So you're not sleepy, huh?

What are you gonna do?

Just walk around.

Whom with, goodness?

By myself.

With yourself? What's the matter

With the boys in this town?

Do they all wear gimps or something?

No.

They just all keep their chin up.

Well, that's perfect, then.

Close the door. Come on

over to Tait's with me.

Oh, no, really, I couldn't.

Thanks very much.

Why not?

Well, I just couldn't.

Oh, of course you can.

I'll bring you back whenever you want.

You've been there, haven't you?

Once in the daytime

when it caught on fire.

We followed the engine.

I don't think it's burning now,

But that doesn't stop it from being fun.

Come on.

Aw, come on.

There'll be a big crowd

there from the game.

We'll put vine leaves in our hair,

Crush a gallon of grapes,

Hang them over our ears,

And then I'll bring you back

Before you change into a pumpkin.

How about it?

I don't know all you're saying, but-

But what?

But I will.

That's all.

Yonder lies Canaan, goodness.

The seas have opened before us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Forgot to dump the brake.

Behold the cadaver,

The stiff, the corpse.

What's the matter with him?

Well, he lost his coat

in the third quarter

To the man in back of us.

Kind of complained of the heat and died,

So I put him on ice so

that he wouldn't spoil.

Hey, come on out of your

diving bell, Mr. Page.

You've hit a reef.

I want that you should meet a

little dairymaid that I found.

Found her riding behind her

spanking brace of Holstein.

Pleased to meet you.

Ohh!

Come on, goodness.

Honest to john.

When we roughhouse poor old Harvard

They will holler boola boo

When all together we cheer her name

When we cheer her with heart and soul...

Dr. Dakin, my friend.

Taity, my nemesis.

Look, have you got a nice

table for 21/2 people?

Like sardines we are,

But always room for you.

Johnny, table for Dr.

Dakin in the corner.

Right this way, please.

Hiya, Bob. Great game, wasn't it?

Hello, Bob.

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