The Five Pennies Page #3

The... That's right there.

The... Right there.

The Battle Hymn of the Republic.

Maybe you better come back Sunday.

This prayer meeting ain't ready

for that kind of music.

Just try to stay with me, huh, boys?

Don't look back,

or you'll be trampled to death.

I'm gonna be very sick.

Excuse it, folks.

Somebody must have put alcohol

in our liquor.

- Feel better?

- Where's my horn?

You feel better.

I wouldn't want anything to happen

to this horn.

There's not another one like it

in the entire world...

and my father gave this to me.

You know that tea we had before...

that's the first drink of liquor

I ever had...

in my whole entire life

ever since I was born.

I wish I hadn't been...

I'd never have guessed it, Red.

While we're on the subject

of confession, I may as well tell you...

that nobody in Ogden calls me Red,

except me.

My name is Loring.

I couldn't help it.

Actually, it's Ernest Loring Nichols.

Now, you're ashamed

of all the wrong things.

You know what my real name is?

- Willa.

- What?

Willa. Willa Steutesman.

- Willa what?

- Steutesman.

Willa Steutesman? Oh, you're kidding.

Willa?

- Hi, Willa.

- Hi, Loring.

Now you just take it easy,

and I'll get your hat, and then...

And you can take me home.

Let's not wait for Tony.

You mean you want just me alone...

to take you home all by myself

with nobody else but just me?

And remember...

it doesn't really matter that...

you'll never be

the greatest cornet player in the world.

Doesn't really matter?

- You don't believe me, either.

- Oh, please. Now just wait here, Loring.

Just call me Red.

Glory, glory

hallelujah

Oh, yes

Gloried man

Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes

Oh, yes, oh, yes

Yeah!

Yeah, get that boy's license number.

He caught the nightingale.

- More! More!

- More! More!

And when I was 5 years old,

I was playing Carnival in Venice...

at church festivals.

Have you ever been

at a church festival in Ogden, Utah?

I don't think so.

Well, you don't know

what you've missed.

"And now, Professor E. W. Nichols...

"and the entire

Nichols family orchestra...

"featuring Master Loring Nichols,

aged five...

"will play

The Carnival in Venice on the silver"...

You know, it was real silver, too.

My father's still got it,

as a matter of fact.

Let me finish, honey.

How much longer is the cab ride?

- Oh, it's a long way to Brooklyn.

- Good.

You live in Brooklyn?

And it's so late. I know

I'm gonna catch it from my mother.

You have a mother?

Well, sure.

It happens, even to showgirls.

Brooklyn and mother.

- Did you just hear what I heard?

- What?

Never mind. You will.

You had to go to Brooklyn, huh?

You went to Brooklyn.

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