Adventure in Baltimore Page #2

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You must really stand before the throne.

You must be up there. Give me that up-there feel.

Now, then. Once again.

Make me feel transported to a place in the heavenly cloud.

# Before our father's throne

# We poor unite in prayer

# Our fears, our hopes

# Our aims are one

# Our comfort and our cares

# We share our mutual woes

# Our mutual burdens bear

# And offer for each other's woes

# A sympathising tear. #

Well? Don't you agree with me?

She's very attractive. I understand why you feel as you do.

You know, Bernice is very deep.

She has moods, I mean.

Sometimes I don't understand her.

Like not letting me walk home with her now and not telling me why.

If a person has anything to say, they should say it.

Yes, but you're different.

I don't see why.

Well, you come to the point.

I merely don't believe in stooping to subterfuge.

You always say what's on your mind.

- I'll bet that's what happened at school.

- Partly.

That's what I thought. Well, are you going to paint here?

Heavens, no. There's only one place to study true art Paris.

- Paris?

- Of course.

I think your family would rather have you marry a nice fella

and settle right down here in Baltimore.

I'd rather commit suicide.

You've certainly changed since you've been away at school.

You have to know what you want in this world.

- Yeah. Well, I think I know what

- I

- want,

but...I don't know how Bernice feels about it.

We're very lucky, really.

- Why?

- Knowing what we want.

Most people don't.

But I have a long, arduous road ahead of me.

Painting is what you want. You stick with it.

If I can help you, just say the word.

Thanks, Tom. If I can help you get what YOU want,

I'll be only too glad.

Well, thanks.

You know, I've always felt like you were my best friend.

Talking to you is just like talking to another man.

I'm certainly glad.

- Well, goodbye.

- Bye.

Making flutter eyes...

Dropping hymn books...

-

- Come in.

Oh, you're still busy.

It's all right, Dan.

- Mr Fletcher, our senior warden. Mrs Warford.

- How do you do?

Joined the parish, Mrs Warford? Well, that's fine.

I like nothing better than to see a prosperous couple come in.

Yes. Mrs...

There's nothing finer for a family

than their own permanent pew with brass plate attached.

The contributions go to our mortgage fund,

which can always bear up to welcome additions.

Well, some day, of course, we'd like to, but...right now...

Aye.

Go ahead, Andrew. I'll sit and wait till you're finished.

I won't take long, Dr Sheldon.

They say a tale of woe is soon told.

Though I don't know why it falls so much harder on some than others.

- Didn't your husband get the job?

- Yes, but now he can't start.

- Why?

- The tool kit you had the machine shop lend him?

- Gone.

- You mean...stolen?

The whole box. And he can't work without them.

And a new set will cost 20.

DAN CLEARS THROA We just haven't got the money, Dr Sheldon.

And if he can't work, he can't get paid,

and then what about the children?

- Oh, I don't know how these things...

- Yes, yes...

- Ahem!

There they sat, on the porch.

The next morning, gone. Every hammer and saw.

A new set is...20.

We'll pay you back in no time, Dr Sheldon.

Ah...hem(!)

Out of Ed's first pay cheque.

We don't like to be spongers, Dr Sheldon.

DAN SPLUTTERS:

You just wouldn't believe the things that happen to us.

First, my cousin got sick...

Let's pray heaven favours you more these next months.

Oh, thank you, Dr Sheldon.

And you'll never regret it. Never.

And thank YOU, Mr Fletcher.

And er...goodbye.

Goodbye.

DAN CLEARS THROA Aye, 'tis a blessed emotion, charity.

But sometimes, your generosity puzzles me.

The cheque can't be covered.

It's not drawn on the charity account, Dan.

It's from the Van Laden Memorial Fund.

But Mrs Van Laden left the money

to buy a stained glass window to her husband's memory.

We'll pay it back from the Easter offerings.

It's practically malfeasance.

I doubt the vestrymen will like it.

These things didnae happen in Dr Reed's time here.

I know, Dan. I'll never be the man he was.

I'm not denying you've done some nice work.

Many's the time I said those very words to my wife.

"The pastor," I says to Mary, "is a good man."

- But with faults.

- Aye.

Well, now, as to the books...

Start here on the pew holders' reference.

Gift from a parishioner. Very nice.

No, Dinah painted it.

Er...she's home early, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

Hm. Well, 'tis nice to have a lass with talent and spirit.

Especially if the spirit's guided and restrained

in its proper channels.

- Yes.

- 'Tis a matter for thought, all right, these days.

Young girls traipse around with all manner of people.

Even pugilists.

Now, that's a thought, all right.

The important thing is recognising the danger signals

in their changing the route of the train.

- Do you not agree?

- Oh, I do indeed, Dan.

As long as one does not derail the train

so it never gets to its destination.

Hm. Oh, aye.

Ahem.

No, no. Stand up straight. Take advantage of your height.

Yes, Pa.

Keep your guard high.

I wish certain people would leave my paints alone

and stick with the trombone.

- I haven't touched your paints.

- Keep your guard up.

Where to this morning, dear?

Oh, just anywhere.

It's wonderful going out to paint, with no problems.

- I hope things stay that way.

- Why shouldn't they?

I can't get in any problems just painting.

Bye.

Well...prepare to defend yourself, Gene.

Hey, hey. Stay on your feet.

HE SNORES:

HE SNORES:

Not bad. Not bad at all, for a woman.

Needs a mite more red, though.

- Thank you very much.

- No trouble at all, little lady.

Now, would you please go away?

There's no question. You need red there, in the middle, on the nose.

That nose is OK.

I don't wish to disagree, but I've seen lots of paintings,

and, that way, it ain't no good.

- Looks good to me. Ain't that right?

- That's right.

Looks like you're wrong.

When I'm wrong, I'll let you know.

That nose ain't no good without more red.

- Here. Is that enough red for you?

- MEN ALL LAUGH

- Gentlemen, now, please!

- Sit down, darling, will you?

Stop that, please, gentlemen.

MEN ALL SHOU Gentlemen, please!

- Oh, you've ruined my painting!

- Gentlemen!

WHISTLE TRILLS:

HE SNORTS:

POLICEMAN BLOWS WHISTLE Gentlemen!

TELEPHONE RINGS:

Hello?

Who? Mr Wade?

No.

Oh, yeah, I'm Tom Wade.

Do I know a WHO?

A Miss Smith?

No, I don't.

Say, who's this calling?

Oh. Oh, I see.

No, Sergeant, I don't.

What? A painter?

A Miss Smith, huh?

No, I never heard of her before.

Yeah, must be some mistake.

Yes, sir. Bye.

What was it, Tom?

Nothing, Mr Steuben. Police station.

What did they want, Tom?

Wrong number, Mr Steuben.

- Who did they ask for, Tom?

- Me, Mr Steuben.

Then, how could it be a wrong number, Tom?

They must have got my name by mistake, Mr Steuben.

What did they say, Tom?

Wanted me to put up 50 bail, Mr Steuben.

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