The Mind Reader Page #4

Well,

not worth 50 bucks.

I can get you

10 dames for 50 bucks.

Come on,

give it to me.

Aw, chan,

you're breaking my heart.

You really

saved our lives.

I don't know

what we would have done

if we lost that money.

[Deep voice] Things are

as bad as that, eh?

Well, I haven't worked

since last spring.

You are much too pretty

to work, anyway.

That wasn't

why I lost my job.

The factory closed.

You mean to say

that you worked in a factory?

Mm-hmm. Stenographer.

Living in this town and you've

got a job is dull enough.

But when you're not working,

it's deadly.

Oh, well, let's not

talk about my troubles anymore.

I'm sick of them.

I don't see how people stay

more than a week in one place.

Must be glorious

to live the way you do.

New faces, new scenes,

meeting interesting people.

I guess

I'm pretty lucky.

I have an interesting life,

a congenial profession.

And the satisfaction

of knowing

that you're helping people

wherever you go.

And yet, the responsibilities of

my profession are quite heavy.

My daily

public appearances,

my private readings,

say nothing of my mail.

Why,

would you believe it?

I never get less than

300 letters a week.

Boys, this is miss Roberts.

Mr. Franklin and Sam.

How do?

How do you do?

That's

a nice-looking girl.

She ought to be,

for 50 bucks.

8 is the point.

I had no idea

people depended on you so.

They have

great confidence in me.

It's my life's work

never to betray them.

But do you have to

answer all these letters?

And by tomorrow,

there'll be twice as many.

It's getting beyond me.

I wish I could help you.

Look, if you'll dictate

the answers, I'll type them.

Well,

that'd be great, but...

We're leaving town

on Sunday.

Why couldn't

I go with you?

I told you last night

that a great change

was coming into your life.

It's here.

You're hired.

Do you mean that?

Shake.

I tell you, these village belles

are dynamite!

All you have to do

is shake hands with one of them

and say, "hello, jail!"

You fixing

to get us all shot.

We're liable

to get tarred and feathered.

[Normal voice]

You guys don't understand.

I get it. You don't have to

draw me no diagrams.

Most likely she's underage...

All hick dames are.

The minute they get into court,

they're all 16 or under!

You got me wrong.

Did you ever hear of

a guy named mann?

He's got an act.

Sam:
And he ain't

in vaudeville.

Remember that little

blonde tomato in pottstown?

You ducked the joint

that time by a whisker,

and here you go again!

Listen, you chumps.

That girl's going along

as my secretary.

She's gonna do her work,

get paid,

and that's

all there is to it.

Yeah?

What are we

stopping for?

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