The Harvey Girls

"While the Harvey system

neither demands nor expects...

"...the impossible from any employee,

it does insist upon honest...

"...excellent, hygienic, cleanly,

prompt and cheerful service at all times."

Yes, siree, Bob.

And he means every word of it.

You've been with him a long time.

I've been cooking in Harvey Houses

for the last 14 years.

You must be well-done by now.

Madame! You say your coffee is weak?

Give it to me.

I'll put it on the chair and let it rest awhile.

Just call me "Conscientious Connie,"

the queen of the waitresses!

I'm sorry, Miss Bliss.

That's all right, Ethel.

There's one thing you girls

have yet to learn:

A Harvey girl is more than a waitress.

Wherever a Harvey House appears,

civilization is not far behind.

You girls are the symbol and the promise

of the order that is to come.

The restaurant we're opening in Sandrock

is the first the town has ever had.

Its success depends upon

how you conduct yourselves.

Now, how about some lunch?

It's lovely. I'm hungry.

- Here, let me help you.

- Thank you.

Have you ever eaten

a Chillicothe sandwich, Deborah?

- Chillicothe? What's that?

- It's a secret recipe of my Aunt Melvina's.

Won her two blue ribbons

and three husbands.

- Try it to see if you like it.

- No, thanks. I'm full.

- Would you like to try it?

- Why, yes. Thank you very much.

I always wanted to taste

a Chillicothe sandwich.

Tastes just like chicken.

You have to try another

before you can tell the difference.

Thank you. I hope I'm not depriving you.

If General Custer had our provisions,

he'd still be standing.

I've wanted to meet you ever since

we got on the train at Kansas City.

My name is Susan Bradley. I'm from Ohio.

- We're Harvey girls.

- What's that, a college?

No. We're waitresses.

We're going to Sandrock

to open a restaurant.

Sandrock! That's where I'm going.

- Is that your home?

- No.

- Are you visiting?

- No.

- Going to work?

- Then why on earth are you going?

To get married.

- Does he live in Sandrock?

- Yes, he owns a big ranch there.

- What's his name?

- His name is H.H. Hartsey, Esquire.

Is he tall and handsome,

and does he have raven-black hair?

And flashing blue eyes?

I like brown eyes.

- His are brown.

- You said they were blue.

Well, they are. I mean, one of them is.

I mean...

Well, to tell you the truth,

I haven't met him yet.

- How did you catch him?

- I answered a matrimonial ad in the paper.

Well, really!

I once sent my picture

to a lonely hearts club...

...but it came back marked,

"We're not that lonely!"

Well, I think it's wonderful.

I think it's wonderful, too.

When I answered the ad, he wrote back.

Thank you very much.

- What wonderful curlicues.

- And commas after everything.

This is the first one.

- Would you like to hear a little of it?

- Yes, indeed. Please.

"There is a dream here, in this great land,

that not everybody sees.

"Mountains and sunlight,

and the cleanest wind in the world...

"...waiting for a man and a woman

with a little vision."

What was so wrong with Ohio?

There was nothing wrong with Ohio.

It was just so old-fashioned.

There were several men in that town

I could have married, I suppose.

Only, it's so smug and sure of itself

and so settled...

...that I wanted a chance

to do something different...

...to see something different,

a whole new world opening up.

And, after all, the Constitution guarantees

the pursuit of happiness...

...but it's up to me to do the pursuing.

So that's why I answered the ad,

and that's why I'm on this train.

I think you did the right thing.

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