Annie Oakley Page #7

the gentleman's hand first,

and kiss it, not shake it.

And I shook hands first with the Czarina.

Gosh, I suppose that was terrible.

No, no, you were just yourself.

That's why we all love you.

I love you all, too.

Colonel Cody and Mr. Buntline

and Buck, Jim and Sam...

Hey, now, wait a minute.

What about a fellow named Hogarth?

You're first on the list, Jeff.

I thought you knew that.

First in the show or first everywhere?

Annie, I know I'm not your idea

of something romantic,

but I can't help it if I love you,

if that counts for anything.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I see it all in the crystal ball.

Madam, I see a blonde villain

hovering about you.

He seems to have designs on your future.

I see him pursuing you to Germany.

Annie, His Highness Crown Prince Wilhelm

wants to ask you something.

Is it true, Frulein Oakley,

that you are able to shoot a cigarette

from a person's mouth?

- Yes.

- Very well. You will shoot one from mine.

But kindly do not muss the Schnurrbart.

For heaven's sake, be careful, Annie.

This fellow has to be Kaiser some day.

Gosh, an inch the wrong way

might change the history books.

Oh, gosh,

that spring breeze smells wonderful.

Madam, do you realize that at this

moment it's spring in New York, too?

- I was thinking of that.

- Yeah.

Just about this time a man

named Anson's come on from Chicago

and hit at least four home runs,

the organ grinders

are tuning up their hurdy-gurdies,

the little girls are maypole dancing

in Central Park,

and the new bock beer

is foaming at Luchow's.

Every time they broach a keg, Annie,

they ring a gong.

That, my darling,

is when you know it is spring.

Gosh. And down home in Ohio,

the buds are coming out on the trees,

and the bluebirds are wondering

why they ever went away.

I guess spring is the time to make

you think of far away and long ago.

It was spring the first time I went up

to Cincinnati to shoot against...

Cheer up, Annie,

you're not the only one who's homesick.

Why, dog my cats,

in exactly two weeks and four days,

the Buffalo Bill Wild West show will be

putting on the dad-bustedest parade

up Fifth Avenue that was ever gawked at

by man or critter.

I'm leaving the show

when we get to New York.

Annie.

Oh, I'm not happy, Jeff.

It's still Toby, isn't it?

I guess it's human nature to fight for

anything we love, isn't it, Annie?

I guess so.

But we don't always win.

No, we don't always win.

Here's something I should have given you

a long time ago.

Oh, I know

what you must be thinking of me.

Oh, I'm only thinking of one thing, Jeff.

We've got to find him.

We will.

Step right up, ladies and gents,

and take a lesson from the champ shot.

Never beat in any contest anywhere

by any living man.

Say, Charlie, if the champ

is such a razzmatazz,

how come he don't never do no shooting?

It's the lamps, the lamps.

Holy gee! Annie Oakley.

Gosh, and the Buffalo Bill show

is coming here next Monday.

Hey, mister, do you know Annie Oakley?

Son, I knew her way back when.

Sure, he knew them all.

Annie Oakley, Sarah Bernhardt,

Mrs. Astor's horse, Bessie...

Yeah, you...

Introducing a congress

of the world's roughest riders.

First, a group of Sioux Indians.

Next, Crow Indians, Cherokees,

Cheyenne, Blackfeet and Arapaho.

Cowboys from Montana, from Wyoming,

from Oklahoma Territory,

from Colorado, from Dakota.

Mexicans from old Mexico,

Russian Cossacks

from the steppes of Russia

and the South American gauchos.

And a troop of the United States Cavalry.

And now, introducing Colonel W. F. Cody,

Buffalo Bill.

Well, dog my cats.

Annie, did you see that crowd?

Why, half of New York's out there tonight.

Do you think Toby might be out there?

Do you think he'd come?

Now, don't you worry

about finding him, honey.

Today, your Uncle Jeff took it on himself

to engage the Pinkertons to locate him.

Jeff, you're real.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure

personally to introduce that little lady

who has played

before all the crowned heads of Europe,

the greatest shooting star

the world has ever known,

Annie Oakley.

Can I borrow your glasses?

Wild West, are you ready?

Poor Little Sure Shot. She's always so sad.

We present that world-famous,

thrilling spectacle,

the Indian attack on the Deadwood stage,

featuring the one and only

Chief Sitting Bull.

Toby! Toby!

What's the matter? Couldn't you get in?

I saw all I wanted to see.

Well, that's fine.

Then you can help handle the trade,

of which there ain't none.

Introducing an aggregation

of the outstanding horsemen of the world,

brought for your entertainment

from the four corners of the earth.

Military riders,

representative of all nations.

And last, the United States Cavalry.

Annie, I found Toby.

- Chief, where is he?

- Come quick.

I will take you.

Gee, Toby, did you honestly

know Annie Oakley?

Did I know her?

Did he know her?

Six shots for a dime, ten cents.

Step up and try your luck over here.

Here, over here.

But, Toby, we ain't got no dime.

All right.

Here you are.

You kids can have three apiece.

But hurry up before the boss gets back.

Let's see you hit something for a change.

Annie!

Toby!

Gosh, it's her!

Did I know Annie Oakley?

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