Zenobia Page #3

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pills to Mrs. Carter and her rich friends.

I'd rather do something for somebody that needs

a doctor. Even if they can't pay their bills.

And besides, I can't see where any man,

can make a mistake in living-up to

The Declaration of Independence. Can you?

No.

Doc, I guess you're still my favorite father.

Mizz Mary, Mizz Tibbett wants

you in the kitchen right away!

Run along, Pumpkins, your mother needs you.

- I will if you promise me one thing.

- What?

That you won't read it

again until after the wedding.

That's mighty funny, it was

right here ten years ago.

Things certainly do get

mislaid around this house.

Mother, what ARE you looking for?

You remember that cut glass punchbowl, Mary.

The one that we borrowed from

Mrs. Randolph, that she loaned

to Mrs. Smith, after she

borrowed it back from Mrs. Watson.

- I wonder where it is.

- Why, that's OUR punchbowl.

You loaned it to Mrs. Randolph again.

How times fly!

Zeke, you run down, ask

her to lend it to us,

tell her she can borrow it

right back in the morning.

- Yes 'am.

- And hurry back, ya hear!

- Now, what was I lookin' for?

- Bowl, Mizz Tibbett.

Bowl! Oh...oh, yes, I still think it's

down here somewhere. Look in there, Dehlia.

- ...up there.

- I oughta know what's in my own kitchen!

...a remedy that I've brought

you at the risk of life and limb,

through the teaming jungles of Borneo

and across the burning

Sands of the Sahara.

A remedy...A remedy

that I've...I found...

one millionth of a moment...just

one, be right with you.

Ladies and gentlemen, Professor J. Thorndike

McCrackle famous Eastern Indian nerve tonic,

that will make you as strong as an elephant.

I absolutely refuse to sell

one bottle of this remedy,

until I offer you first

a little entertainment.

by that Queen of the Private Herd,

that Sacred Elephant,

ZENOBIA!

Whatsa matter, Babe? Whatsa matter?

Are you sick? Are you sick?

Honk!

Can't you tell me? Aw!

Something's gotta be done! Here! Here!

Here ya are, honey! Here, take this!

C'mon! Take this! C'mon!

Take this, this'll do ya good.

C'mon, drink it right down, Zenobia.

Thatagirl! Are you in pain, huh?

She's never acted like this before. Is...is...is

there a doctor in this town...a good doctor?

Dr. Tibbett, he's a good doctor.

Well, you go get him right quick and I'll

give you a bottle of my tonic for nothing?

- Ya'Sir

- Hurry now!

Dr. Tibbett! Dr. Tibbett!

- Whatsa matter, Zeke?

- She's sick, she's dyin'.

- Who's dyin'? Where?

- Over to the Carnival.

- Come quick! She's a-dyin' fast!

- Well, I better go and help her!

Henry, you can't leave now!

Oh! Mrs. Carter'll be here any minute.

But, Bessie, it's my duty if someone's ill.

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