By the Light of the Silvery Moon Page #7

What care we? What care we?

There are only two flies in the honey

Just one little girl and me

Just one girl, only just one girl

There are others, I know

But they're not my pearl

Sun or rain, she is just the same

I'll be happy forever with just one girl

One girl

One girl

Well, my girl.

- You're early, Bill.

- Yes.

- I'll get dressed right away.

- I could hardly wait to get here.

Marjorie Winfield, come here!

- William!

- Just rehearsing.

There's big news tonight, Mother.

- There you are!

- William, what in the world?

Allow me, madam,

to explain this enthusiasm.

My first day in our loan department,

and already I've endorsed

three important loans!

One for $2,500

to the Central Furniture Company.

A $1,000 personal loan

to a Jack Sprawling.

He wanted to get married.

And do you know to whom

I endorsed the third loan?

No.

William Francis Sherman.

- You mean, you made a loan at the bank?

- Sure.

I sort of got the idea

from this Sprawling fellow.

You see, instead of putting away a little

each week and saving toward a nest egg,

I borrow the nest egg.

Now, I pay a little back each week.

Marjorie, do you realize what this means?

Instead of waiting,

why, we can be married right away!

- Right away?

- Sure.

- Oh, Marjorie, aren't you excited?

- Oh, yes, I am, Bill.

But... Well, this is so sudden.

Sudden? You told me you couldn't wait.

Oh, yes, I know I did, Bill,

but, well, things are different now.

What I mean is, I must have time to think.

Think? You mean, you don't want to...

- Marjorie, is there somebody else?

- No.

Another man?

Say, you don't know a Jack Sprawling,

do you?

Oh, no. Of course not.

Bill, it's so difficult for me

to ask you to understand,

but I can't possibly think

of marrying you right now.

And I can't tell you why.

What do you mean, you can't tell me?

Why, I'm almost your husband!

- At least I thought I was.

- You will be someday.

But for now, Bill, couldn't you please

be sweet and understanding?

But I don't wanna be sweet

and understanding!

I want to be a husband!

Bill.

It never entered my mind, Marjorie,

that you ever had any doubt

about your feelings toward me.

But now everythings quite obvious.

You're not even sure

I'm the man you want to marry.

Oh, William, I've been working

on Marjorie's wedding invitations,

- and I thought...

- Be sure and send me one, sir.

I'd like to find out who she ends up with.

The Palmer Printing Company

must think I'm an idiot!

You want to tell Mother about it?

Mother, Bill wants

to get married right away.

- Well, isn't that what you wanted?

- Well, yes, I did, but...

- Mother, I don't want to leave you.

- Oh, darling.

What I mean is, it's so strange

leaving the family and everything.

I feel so at home here.

We've gotten used to you, too.

And this is where you belong

until you're good and ready to leave.

- Got it pressed.

- Oh, good.

- Well, what was the big surprise?

- Bill wants to get married right away.

Oh!

Stella, you know

I can't leave my mother now,

not with this situation with Father.

Does Bill know?

No. It's so awful I couldn't tell him.

I just acted vague

about not wanting to get married.

Poor Bill, he didn't know what to think.

Maybe I should have a talk with my father

right now.

Oh, no, that would never do.

Why, when this blows over,

he'd be embarrassed for life

to know you children knew

about his foolishness.

I hope it's just foolishness.

Now you listen to me, Miss Marjorie.

There's no fool like an old fool.

Especially an old fool who isn't too old

to act like a young fool again.

Now, come on, you're supposed to be

the belle of the ball tonight.

Some belle. I don't even have an escort.

Now, Miss Marjorie, you have to go.

You're on the plate tonight.

Now come on, get into your dress.

All right.

But my heart isn't in it.

Well, as long as you get the rest of you in

it, you won't have to worry about escorts.

Yes?

I'm Wesley Winfield.

My father sent these papers

to be signed by you from the bank.

- Oh, you're Mr. Winfield's little boy?

- Yes, ma'am.

Well, you are a fine-looking boy.

Handsome like your father.

My father isn't handsome.

He looks real funny in the morning.

Oh, I guess

we all look funny in the morning.

My mother doesn't. She's real beautiful!

Well, I'm sure she is.

Won't you come in?

- May I take your hat?

- Don't bother.

- I'm sorry...

- Don't worry about it.

Sit down while I look at these papers.

Would you like an apple?

- Yes, ma'am.

- All right, help yourself.

You hand it to me.

- I'm gonna eat it later.

- Oh.

Wesley,

I thought perhaps you might like

some cream soda.

Here are all the papers signed

and everything is magnifique.

Magnifique means wonderful.

That is French.

Were you ever a spy?

Oh, in my profession,

I have been many things,

a spy, a wicked gypsy.

- Once I was even a lady bandit.

- A lady bandit?

But that venture only lasted two weeks,

so I prefer to keep it a secret.

- Who's that?

- My associates.

Your gang?

You may come in.

- I hope we're not intruding.

- It's quite all right.

Well, we've got everything set.

Gentlemen, this is Wesley Winfield,

the banker's little boy.

How are you, Wesley?

- Hello.

- Hello, there.

Oh, I see you're wearing your badge.

Hey, fellows,

did you know this man's a detective?

- A detective?

- Well...

What's the matter, Wesley?

Stand back!

- Hello, Wesley.

- Oh, Bill.

I'm sorry I frightened you.

I had a little quarrel with your sister,

and I was just waiting for her to get home

from the dance.

What are you doing?

- Marjorie told me to burn this letter.

- Oh.

Hey, what are you doing? Give me it.

"The thrill of your

response to my admiration..."

Don't, please.

Well, this explains a lot of things.

- Wesley, who sent this letter?

- I can't tell you. It's a secret.

Well, it's not fair of me to pump you.

I'll get my information

direct from '"ma cherie. '"

Oh, Bill.

It's a full house.

Come on, get in your places.

When the sun begins to rise

And there's a light in the eastern skies

You'll hear a rooster crow

All the animals appear

When they hear that cry of Chanticleer

They're up and on the go

Howdy there, folks.

Say, how you been?

Good morning, lady. My, aren't we thin?

Hey, there, fella, let me see that grin.

It's time for the jubilee

Round the barnyard

Goes the mighty cavalcade

Gorgeously arrayed

See them on parade

All the animals assemble there

As the break of day draws near

Then the crickets

Birds and bees upon the wing

Soon begin to sing

Hear the chorus ring

Though they often try

They never beat the cry of Chanticleer

See the turkey chicken reel without a care

And the chicken there

Do the grizzly bear

While the goat begins to castle rock

Till you want to stand and cheer

When the ducks

begin to do the turkey trot

And they get plenty hot

Give it all they've got

But they can't compete

With the strutting feet of Chanticleer

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