Too Many Husbands

- The mail, Mr. Lowndes.

- Oh, wait, Miss Houlihan,

- I have a notice for the staff.

- Yes, sir.

Has the sign painter finished

changing the firm's name?

Only on the lobby door, sir.

Be sure to have him remove Mr. Cardew's

name from his entrance door, also.

- I've already attended to that, Mr. Lowndes.

- All right. This goes to everybody.

Mark it "Official notice to the staff."

No, no, cross out "official."

- That's childish.

- Yes, sir.

"Effective today, the firm previously known

as Lowndes and Cardew, Publishers,

"shall be known as

Henry Lowndes, Publisher." New paragraph.

"Although my late, lamented friend

and partner, Bill Cardew,

"Mr. William Cardew, passes thus officially

from the business scene,

"it need hardly be said that his memory will

linger with us always in our heart of hearts."

- That's awful, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

Cross it out and use just the first paragraph.

It's been a year since Mr. Cardew drowned,

and that sort of thing might be in bad taste.

Have it mimeographed for the staff,

the printer and the complete mailing list.

- Pardon me, Mr. Lowndes.

- What?

I know it's none of my business, but...

- What is it? What is it?

- Have you told Mrs. Lowndes about this?

I mean, dropping Mr. Cardew's name

from the firm?

- Why?

- Because...

Well, she spoke to me about it once,

while she was Mr. Cardew's widow.

Before she was married to you.

- What did she say?

- Not much.

Just how happy she was about

you keeping Mr. Cardew's name in the firm

even though he had passed on.

Miss Houlihan, may I suggest that you

confine yourself to your secretarial duties?

May I not only suggest it, may I demand it?

I'm sorry, sir. I was only trying to help.

All right, if you're so anxious to help,

come here.

Look at this mess. Is there any reason

why the staff should use Mr. Cardew's

old office for a dumping ground?

I've told them, Mr. Lowndes.

Have it stopped immediately.

Tell Vincent to clean out this junk.

We can put two or three

of our readers in here.

Yes, sir.

A lady wants to take her husband to lunch.

Are you in?

Hello, darling.

I was just seeing about

getting rid of some things.

I see by the door

you're also getting rid of Bill.

Vicky, please.

You were tearing up his picture,

weren't you?

The one he and I had taken

on our honeymoon in California.

- Yes.

- Why?

Oh, I don't know.

I mean, because I love you.

I should be angry.

It was silly.

All right, we'll forget it. Let's go to lunch?

Well, I guess everything is...

Yes?

All right, have them come into my office.

No, wait. Hadley's office.

- I'll be there in a minute.

- Well, lunch?

- The linotypers are on strike.

- Lunch?

It will take a few minutes. I'll hurry.

- Hello, Gertrude.

- Hello, Mrs. Lowndes.

Isn't that office a mess?

Mr. Lowndes' office. For you, Mrs. Lowndes.

Thank you. Yes?

Hours? You can't possibly...

Yes, dear. All right. Goodbye.

- There is a linotypers' strike.

- Mr. Lowndes told me.

Mrs. Lowndes, I'm getting married.

- Well, congratulations.

- For what?

Well, if that's the way you feel, I don't know.

Oh, he's nice, all right, and I'm not

getting any prettier, but I don't love him.

May I ask why you're marrying him?

Because you married

the only two men I ever loved.

- You?

- Yes, me.

But what chance did I have against you?

I ask you, what chance?

Well, any woman might...

You know as well as I do. None.

But I managed all right, in my own way.

- You managed all right?

- I mean, in my mind.

Do you know what I did

when you married Bill, I mean, Mr. Cardew?

I kidded myself into thinking

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