Arise, My Love Page #3

of Stanley's rescue of Livingston.

The legend of Tom Martin,

the captured eagle,

and Augusta Nash,

who set the eagle free.

Released exclusively

by the Associated News.

- I congratulate you, Mr. Martin.

- Thanks.

We hope your injury

is not too serious.

- No, it's nothing.

- Will you tell us about it?

Sure. I ran into an iceberg.

Now, if you don't mind,

I'll bow out of this circus.

Miss Nash, thanks.

Whatever thanks life is worth.

Mr. Martin!

What's the matter with him?

Martin! Tom!

Hello, Pink! Shep!

I'm glad to see you.

Me, too.

So they didn't get you, after all.

I thought you were dead,

buried and eaten by Spanish worms.

- They shot us down near Barcelona.

- A boat took us to Marseilles.

- There, there was a vice Consul...

- Isn't that one of my suits?

- Yeah.

- So is this.

We didn't think you'd use it,

so we claimed your trunk.

- A token to remember you by.

- How about some shorts?

- We're wearing those, too.

- You are?

- Can I have an autograph?

- Sorry. Let's get out of here.

I'm the one you're writing for.

Go on, get out of here!

Now, why did Martin

walk out on us?

- It's just his nose.

- Nose or no nose, we need him.

New York called.

They're hot for more on him.

I wired a thousand words.

They want 50,000

and a color photograph

for their Sunday supplement.

We had a misunderstanding.

He tried a shortcut.

Judas H. Iscariot, woman!

First you yammer that you want

to write more than fashion drool.

Finally, an idea creeps into

your bird brain and

you get a break.

Do you put your teeth in it?

I see where they finally found

someone to play Scarlett O'Hara.

Looks like the Yankees

are in the league this year.

If we miss that World Series again...

that all depends on the rabbits.

- Those rabbits!

- What rabbits?

Shep's mother runs a rabbit farm

in New Jersey

and promised to send passage money,

if the rabbits cooperate.

Ma's pretty cute.

Listen to this!

"My heart overflows with thanks

that you are alive, Buddy.

I want so much to see you".

Here it is!

"I read your letter to the rabbits

and told them to hurry up".

Nice. Two grown men walking

in the Place de la Concorde

waiting for some rabbits

in New Jersey to multiple.

- You guys really want to go home?

- You bet!

Back to mama.

Back under the old stove

like a pair of wet galoshes.

We figured we might hook up

with Jiggs Jackson.

He's starting an airline

out in New Mxico.

Sounds like a riot!

Why'd you come in the first place?

Because you read about Spain.

"Democracy is Doomed".

You got all steamed up

like a Turkish bath.

You said a lot of big guys

were kicking around the little ones,

and it wasn't fair

and it was up to us to stop it.

- Take it easy, Shep.

- I guess that's why we came.

I came over because I'm a hero.

Flash Gordon, college graduate.

Superman rescuing the senorita

with a rose in my teeth.

All over your best suit!

There were 150 American flyers.

Just because 100 got bumped off

you want to go home?

What do you want to do?

The war is over.

- The first round's over.

- The whole thing, doggone it.

You heard what Hitler said

over the radio:

peace, peace and peace."

And the next day

he took Czechoslovakia!

Tomorrow it'll be Poland,

Hungary, Romania!

We'll get another crack

at those boys.

War is coming,

I can smell it.

Romania.

That reminds me, Shep.

Do you think Tom would like

the Romanian gal on the first floor?

I'm not interested.

- She's got the cutest lisp.

- She left for Bucharest yesterday.

She did?

How do you know?

Shut up and stop talking

about women!

Self control.

That's all they think about.

They're nothing but a bunch

of stuffy, chilly, self-centered...

They bore me.

I don't ever want to see one again!

What happened to you

while you were in prison?

- Nothing.

- The desk for you.

- That's how people got killed.

- Hello.

Who? Where?

Well, send her up!

It's about an interview!

Miss Nash is with a photographer.

Hello? Hello?

- Alright. Room 417.

- Thanks. Come on, Mr. Botzelberg.

Joe isn't here.

I can't photograph without lights.

Alright. When he comes.

You never know with women.

After what happened,

I figured she was as human

as a mermaid on a fountain.

Half cast iron and half fish.

"Forget it", I said. "You can

sit there 'til your fins rust".

Then she phones and wants

to kiss and make up.

- It's that newspaper woman?

- Get out of here!

- Keep your nose down on the turns.

- Good fishing.

Both of you, out!

That's a nice pair of fins.

- Augusta!

- Hello.

Come in.

What a pleasant surprise!

- I had to come.

- You did?

- We had unfinished business.

- That's how I feel.

I've got to know everything

about you, every detail.

I'm at your complete disposal.

It's important I get

the right picture.

Yes, I wish you would.

We've had enough misunderstandings.

- Let's get down to business.

- Now?

There's no use wasting time.

What about that light?

Maybe we should pull the shade down.

- How about a drink first?

- No, I want my mind clear.

- A little music?

- Come on, Tom. Let's concentrate!

- Why, Gusto!

- There. You look cuter like that.

This has to come off.

The swelling's all gone!

I want you to look your prettiest.

- What's the best setup.

- Don't be so scientific.

How about that chair?

Well...

Maybe that's too conventional.

What would you suggest?

I'm going to get that drink.

- I never thought you'd be so coy.

- This is a bit too fast for me.

- Now sit right there.

- I won't like it.

You'll love it when you see it

in the Sunday supplements.

What's happened in America

since I've been in jail.

- In full color.

- What?

- Is this is, Gusto?

- Come in, Mr. Botzelberg.

Joe, this is it!

Joe! Come on!

You're the flyer up in Spain.

They say you get great photos

up there in the cavalry.

Hi.

- Who is this oddment?

- Mr. Botzelberg, the photographer.

Miss Nash!

I owe you an apology.

I said you were half iron, half fish.

You're all iron and all fish!

We'll take one profile

and one full face.

Alright, and that's all you get.

How many times have I told you...

Now try it again!

Can't you see it's in the way

of the cavalry. Move it.

Now, wait.

The hair.

- Gusto. No.

- Alright.

Okay, now don't get nervous.

This is better than being

with the cavalry, isn't it?

Smile!

- Let's have a nice smile.

- Come on, smile.

- Big smile.

- Come on, smile.

That's it, perfect teeth.

Fine. Now a profile.

- I said one is enough!

- Be a good boy.

The profile.

It'll only take a minute.

When it's over, we'll get some facts

about your life. Just an outline.

- A what?

- Smile. That's it. Hold it.

Come on. We can't have you looking

like the great stone face.

- Hold it. That's fine. Now perhaps...

- That's enough!

That'll be all.

He's the nervous type.

- It's a shame because...

- Alright, that's all!

How can that be.

You'd think we were torturing him.

Joe, watch where you're going.

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