Take Me Out To The Ball Game Page #3

- No.

Good.

- Are either of you Higgins?

- No.

- I'm so sorry.

- That's all right.

I never did have any sense of direction,

Miss...

- K. C., Miss Higgins.

- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Florida Palms Hotel, please.

K. C. Higgins!

He's a girl!

Miss?

Are you looking for someone?

Yes, I am. Michael Gilhuly,

he's the manager of the Wolves.

Could you point him out to me?

Lt'd be an awful long point.

He's down at the railroad station.

He went to meet the 12:10.

That's the train I came in on.

I must have missed him.

I wonder how he missed you.

Mike ought to be along very soon.

Where are your manners?

Give the lady your seat.

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

- Won't you sit down?

One of our very nicest chairs.

Go read your funny papers, kid.

Mike's in a nasty temper this morning.

Boy, is he mad!

What seems to be the trouble?

He's gone to get the new owner

of the club.

Is that bad?

Bad?

On the trip down, you didn't run into

a little fathead named Higgins, did you?

A little fathead?

Some, lamebrain from Providence,

Rhode Island.

Excuse me, but I'd better...

You better wait until Mike cools off.

Now, look, baby doll...

Just put yourself in my hands.

Fast worker, that boy.

Just met her, and he's rounding third.

It's a sad situation, miss. Picture this.

Here we are, the greatest team in baseball,

the champs...

...and this little fathead from Providence

will come here and teach us the game.

- How do you like that?

- It's very depressing.

Don't ever be a ball player.

I'll try and avoid it.

Let's talk about you.

What are you doing tonight after dinner?

I hadn't made any...

- After dinner?

- Yeah, how about stepping out a little?

Just the two of us?

Aren't you ball players

supposed to be in training?

Who, me?

- I don't believe in it.

- You don't say!

What time do you usually get in?

We're supposed to be in by 10:00.

It's all right for the others,

but I usually get in about midnight.

Except, of course,

when I have an extra special date.

Then I get in about 2:00 or 3:00.

Tonight I could stay up until 5:00.

Really?

Won't Mr. Gilhuly get mad?

What I always say is,

what the boss doesn't know won't hurt me.

You get it, sister?

I get it, brother.

Here he is.

I'd like you to meet a friend of mine,

Miss...

Higgins. K. C. Higgins.

- I'm afraid I missed you at the station.

- I'm sorry.

That's all right.

We've had a very interesting chat...

...Mr. O'Brien and I.

Haven't we?

We sure have, Miss Higgins.

Just call me "Fathead."

Take it easy, now, Eddie.

Papa!

What's bothering you, Ed?

You swing like a rusty gate.

- He's lost his batting eye.

- Yeah.

Mr. O'Brien, you're stepping in the bucket.

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