Torch Singer

$1.60, lady.

Well?

I've only got $1.55.

Oh, yeah?

All right, lady, give me

the $1 and keep the change.

But...

Listen, lady,

don't ever argue with a taxi

driver. Some of us is hard eggs.

I've had a couple

of kids me-self.

I know what it's like

to be a mother.

Thanks.

Good luck!

St. Anne's Hospital.

Room 46? Yes, hold the line.

Dr. Koenig sent me.

St. Anne's Hospital.

Mrs. O'Connor?

Yes. An 11-pound baby boy.

This way, please.

St. Anne's Hospital.

Be seated. Mother Angelica will

see you in just a few minutes.

Your name is Dora Nichols?

Yes.

And your address is

1014 Brooks Avenue, Bronx?

Yes.

And your husband,

Mrs. Nichols?

My husband was

killed two months ago.

I'm so sorry, my poor child.

And now, if you'll wait

outside a few minutes.

Scared?

Stiff.

You and me both.

Ain't women darned fools?

Will you come in, please?

Yes.

Your name is Sally Trent?

Yes.

Your address is

816 East 97th Street?

Yes.

And your husband?

I haven't any husband.

You'll have to give me the

name of the baby's father.

No, I'd rather not.

I'm afraid I must insist.

I'm sorry, I'll have

to go somewhere else.

Sit down, my child.

Good.

And how are you

feeling this morning?

Swell!

Think you'll care

for a little breakfast?

What have you got?

What would you like?

Have you got

any cantaloupe?

I think so.

Some cantaloupe,

ham and eggs,

and some toast that

should be buttered.

And some gooseberry jam.

We must have plenty to eat.

I hope the Trent girl pulls

through. It's such a nice baby.

Don't leave me, Mike!

Don't leave me, Mike!

Don't go!

Isn't there anything more

you can do for her, Doctor?

Mike!

What she needs is a new body

with some strength to it and Mike.

Come closer.

Mike.

Mike.

Mike.

It isn't a Mike.

It's a Sally.

Why couldn't you

have been a boy?

This world's such a tough

place for a girl to come to.

Good morning, everybody!

Good morning.

Hello.

Hello, Dora.

And how are all the little

mothers this morning?

Just fine.

That's good!

And where is my son?

I'll get him for you.

Well, we are all set, kid.

Did you find an apartment?

Did I? Wait till you

see it! It isn't so big,

but it's a lovely

neighborhood for the children,

and the view as far

as your eyes can see.

The river?

No, garbage cans.

Dora, I hate to

sponge off you like this.

Don't be dumb.

I got a job to go back to.

Well, I'll have one

before long.

There'll be a lot of

shows opening soon.

Sure there will.

Besides, honey, you know

nothing about babies,

and I know

nothing about babies,

so we got to stick together!

He's all ready, Dora.

Oh, no, he isn't!

Not again!

He's wonderful that way.

What's the bow-wow doing?

Sally's not going to cry.

No, Sally's a big girl now.

She loves

to take her bath. Yes.

There, it'll be

all over in a minute.

Yes, and it'll feel so good.

There.

Where's my soap?

Bobby, where's my soap?

Where's... Here it is!

There's the soap. Yes, there.

Did you see

Bobby steal the soap?

Did you see

that naughty boy?

There, there!

Now, it's all over.

It's all over.

It's all over, honey.

Up we go.

Come on. There!

It's all over. Look.

You're not gonna cry.

Look what

a good boy Bobby is.

He didn't cry one bit.

When Mommy comes home, I'm going

to tell her how good you've been.

Yes.

Look, and Sally's

such a big girl.

You lay off my daughter,

you little flirt!

Oh, dear! Oh, dear!

Oh, dear!

Don't be a crybaby

But the boogeyman will get you

If you let him catch you

Starting to sing the blues

Don't be a crybaby

Hello, Dora.

What's eating you?

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