A Date with Judy Page #8

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- Oh, maybe she isn't coming?

- Judy will be here.

Well, where is she?

I'm the last man in the world

who would know where Judy Foster is.

Well, good afternoon, Miss Foster.

You know that we have a radio show

to do on Tuesday morning?

Yes, I know, Oogie. I'm ready.

Okay, kids, let's hit it.

Presenting The Foster Fish Program.

Spend each Tuesday morn at 8

With Judaline

Don't forget you've got a date

With Judaline

Like an angel out of space

Golden hair and a classic face

Nothing like her anyplace

Man, she's really fine

I love the charming way you speak

On Judaline

It brings the color to the cheeks

On Judaline

Although you mean

All the things you've said

You're embarrassing me instead

No one person could be so divine

Lovely as a summer breeze

It is Judaline

Makes me wonder if these

charms Are really mine

If I'm all the things that you see in me

Where's the me that I used to be?

Where is Judy?

You mean Judaline

'Coz I spend my life in being

Judaline

Golly, now what did I do?

This time, Oogie,

I think I'm the one who's at fault.

I'll talk to her.

Judy...

...what's the matter?

Oh, I can't tell you, Carol.

I can't tell anybody.

Come on and sit down.

Don't you trust me, Judy?

Of course I trust you, Carol.

It's just that...

I think men are awful.

Even the ones you think are wonderful...

...turn out to be just like the ones

you think aren't wonderful.

Please forgive me, Judy.

I don't know how it happened.

I didn't want it to.

It just did.

I didn't think it was possible to fall in love

with anyone so fast.

I wanted so to tell someone.

There wasn't anyone to tell.

Anyway, I don't think he even likes me.

What are you talking about, Carol?

Stephen.

- Weren't you?

- No, I wasn't.

If I hadn't decided just this morning

to put men completely out of my life...

...I'd be very angry with you.

Very angry indeed.

I guess it must be his age.

It's caught up with him.

I'm talking about my father.

Your father? What are you saying?

He's hiding a woman in his office.

Oh, you must be mistaken.

Your father is wonderful.

- He wouldn't do anything like that.

- This isn't the first time either.

She'll probably be there tomorrow too.

Carol, what shall I do?

I can't tell Mother.

- No, you mustn't do that.

- Tomorrow is their wedding anniversary.

Well, there must be some reason.

There has to be a reason.

How's his home life?

Father says it's noisy.

Usually when a man turns

to another woman...

...it's because something's lacking

in his home life.

He's seeking a change.

- Maybe he doesn't get enough affection.

- Of course he gets enough affection.

We think he's the most wonderful father

in the world.

At least he was.

Oh, Judy, we can't let this happen.

Not to your home.

I have an idea. Now, today

when you go home, be sure that you...

Judy, what are you doing?

Oh, just making things

more comfortable for him.

I mean, Father.

Well, that's very nice, I'm sure.

You really should do

something about your hair.

- My hair?

- Father would think it looks dreadful.

Please sit down.

As long as the dinner is good,

your father won't notice my hair.

It's terribly important to a man

how a woman's hair looks.

It's important to your father

how his food tastes.

You spend too much time in the kitchen.

You should appeal more to his

aesthetic senses than to his stomach.

Oh, you don't know your father.

No, I guess I don't.

But then who does?

Mother, what shade of lipstick

are you using?

Let me see, I think the clerk

called it Soft Rose Number 3.

- Soft Rose?

- Or was it Number 4?

What you should use is Flaming Folly.

It does things for you.

Yes, I'm sure I would, Judy.

I'll bite my lips for tonight.

- Mother?

- Mm?

- Do you have a black nightgown?

- Judy Foster.

What is this all about?

Oh, nothing,

I've just been reading a book.

A book on how to have

a happy peaceful home.

Randolph? Do you have to be so noisy?

What did you do to your hair, Mom?

It looks awful.

You keep out of this.

Mother's hair looks simply beautiful.

- And it does things for her.

- Yes, I can feel it does.

- Randolph!

- Now what?

Stay out of it. That's for Father.

And when Father gets home,

be glad to see him.

And act with a little charm for once.

Sure, sure,

I'll be just like Walter Pidgeon.

Or would you rather

have me be Clark Gable?

Walter Pidgeon would be fine.

Oh, and when Father cracks a joke, laugh

whether it's funny or not. Just laugh.

Oh, that's asking a good deal, Judy.

Swing low, sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me...

Nightingale,

could you sing something else?

Yeah, I can sing "John Brown's Body

Lies A-Moldering in the Dust. "

No, but not to try to sing so loud.

What is the use of singing

if you don't sing loud?

Swing low, sweet chariot

Two minutes till 6. Dinner ready yet?

Gramps?

- Eh?

Gramps, tonight when you say grace

at dinner...

...would you mention something about

home is where the heart is?

Sure thing, Judy. Sure thing.

Nightingale, Nightingale.

There's Father's car.

Randolph, Mother, come on down here.

Randolph, laugh at Father's jokes.

And, Mother, don't you forget

to kiss Father hello.

Let's all sing.

Mid pleasures and palaces

Though we may roam

Be it ever so humble

There's no place like home

There's no place like home

Oh, there's no place like home

Well, greetings, everybody, greetings.

- Hello, Melvin.

- Hello, Dora.

Father.

- Well.

- Hello, pater.

Hey, what's going on around here, anyway?

Dora, you look awfully funny.

- You sure you're feeling well?

- Oh, Father.

It's just a new hair dress, Melvin.

Judy didn't care for the old one.

Oh, like I always say,

hair today and gone tomorrow.

Now, wait a minute. Somebody's

up to some mischief around here.

Oh, we're just in high spirits.

After all, tomorrow is the big day.

So it is. And do you know

what else is going to happen tomorrow?

What else is going to happen?

You'd like to know, wouldn't you, huh?

- You're going to increase my allowance?

- Randolph.

I'm going to surprise you all.

A surprise?

Melvin, how wonderful. I adore surprises.

Yes, sir. A surprise to end all surprises.

Another one?

Oh, no. They're very good, though,

Mr. Andrews. Very Good.

You've been doing this sort of thing,

I presume, for some time?

No, just for a couple of days, in fact.

I see.

Going to make this your lifework?

No.

Got something else to do, is that it?

- Yes.

- What?

Look, Jameson...

...as a private investigator,

you couldn't get a job on a soap opera.

Yes, sir. I suppose you're right.

- Who sent you?

- Oh, I'm not at liberty to tell, sir.

- It couldn't be Carol's father, could it?

- Yes, sir. I mean no, sir.

Yes, sir.

Why should Mr. Pringle care

how long I've been mixing malted milks?

After all, Carol's his only daughter.

He has to be careful of the kind of people

she becomes involved with.

Go on.

- Well, it's just a routine sort of thing.

He's naturally interested in,

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