Give Me a Sailor Page #6

open his mouth and expect me to toss 'em in.

Come on.

You sit over here.

Letty, listen. I'm all mixed-up

about- Oh, excuse me, sir.

Don't you owe us an explanation-

Can't you control yourself?

My mouth is tired

talking about it.

It will be on the air in a moment.

All the sordid details. On the air?

But I want to know what started

all- Now don't fuss at her.

Yes, sir.

I s'pose you haven't got enough for two.

Have you, Letty?

- Compliments of the Steinwell Piano

Company. - She's nervous.

Let's get the lights.

Put this thing together.

Ah! Flowers. Compliments of the

Kaplan Florist Company. Fine.

Is there a man there?

Oh, right this way.

A radio.

Tubes and everything.

Best wishes. The Oakland

Washing Machine Company.

From the Golden Gate Dog Houses. Okay,

pile it right on top. Anywhere.

- Is Walter in there?

- It's a movie!

Brewster, you're a nincompoop.

I beg your pardon, sir?

I'd always given your

intelligence a top rating,

but you got no oomph,

no up-and-at-'em.

What he means is

your ears don't stick out.

Really, sir,

I don't understand.

Romantically, Brewster,

you're a lug.

Without so much

as firing a broadside,

you permit your brother,

a mere ensign,

to snatch this charming young lady

right from under your nose...

and fly his flag

from her main truck.

- Fly his which from my who? - Figure

of speech, my dear. Marry you.

Oh! Well, Jim and I aren't

gonna get married now.

No? No? No.

See, the way I'm fixed,

we don't have to. Oh.

And, Captain,

I'm a notorious woman.

Woo-woo!

This is Norval Goodlode bringing

you a summary of world events.

The allied sponsors of the worldwide Legs

Beautiful Contest announce the winner.

Prizes amounting

to thousands of dollars...

go to Miss Letty Larkin

of San Francisco.

Congratulations, L etty. And congratulations

to your very clever cousin...

who shot a picture of your yum yum

legs instead of your yum yum cake...

and sent it to the legs contest

instead of the cookery contest.

From among 100,000 competitors

representing 18 countries,

yours have been selected

as the most beautiful legs.

Oh, same old legs

I always had.

Well, they are.

We're now

outside the Larkin home.

The newsreel men

are setting up their cameras.

Under the great arc lamps we see

neighbors, friends, well-wishers,

all gathered here

to say hello to our Cinderella.

She was a little homebody this

morning, but through a lucky snapshot,

entered by mistake, she has become,

tonight, Legs Larkin, America's girlfriend.

Hey, come on! The

newsreel men are here.

You have to

do that song.

You signed a contract.

They're gonna make a record.

Come on! You have to do that song.

Oh, go away!

I can't. Not in front of all those people.

I got goose pimples!

Don't be silly. This is no time to talk!

Let me talk to her.

S:

A little kiss at twilight

In a great big cozy chair;

In a homemade heaven

we share

Alone

dote-dee-do, do-do-do

A little kiss at twilight

When the long

blue shadows fall

Round a small white cottage

we call

Our own

it's a dream, I know

And I know too

That dreams like this

Often come true

do-daddy, dah-dah-dah

A little kiss at twilight

I'd be waiting

all day through

For that one sweet moment

at home

With you

For that one sweet moment

with you

Yeah!

My Letty y

Get a couple pictures

of the family.

Are you the Brewster that's marryin'

Legs Larkin? No, no. That's all-

Wait a minute.

Don't spread this, but it's my brother

Walter over there. Oh, yeah?

How 'bout one of you two together?

What?

That's fine.

Go away.

I hate you.

Huh?

Oh,Jim.

I'm so unhappy-

Well.

Well,

that's all right.

That'll be

all right.

I'll say.

I.'

Is that you,

Letty. 7 Uh-huh.

What's left of me.

Hiya, cookie, where have you been?

Oh, the Firemen's Ball.

Really, who brought you home?

The hook and ladder boys.

Hi, Nancy.

Hello.

Good night, Nancy.

Oh. More fun.

Oh, your feet hurt?

Oh.

They've been under everything

but a fire truck.

Well, have a little

drink of this sherry.

What? Me hold that

great big, heavy glass?

Put your head back.

Open your mouth.

There you are.

Was that me?

Say, remember the old days when you used to

wear stockings, before you were a glamour girl?

This glamour girl stuffs

got me all worn out.

My feet don't point the way

I'm going anymore.

Um, but you gotta stick it out.

Walter hasn't proposed yet.

I got a feeling he's sorta

working himself up to it.

Yeah. He's a sucker

for this glamour stuff.

Well, what do you care?

You got Nancy.

Yeah, I've been

making a little progress.

But I'm afraid if Walter ever

waggled a brass button at her,

she'd be back around his neck

like a tight collar.

Okay, sailor.

I'll stick it out for you.

Gee, you're

a great kid, Letty.

Ever notice Nancy's hair

in the sun?

All shiny like a halo.

Yeah, and Walter's eyes?

All sort of blue.

Nice.

And her divine

little snooty nose.

I'd follow him to the ends of

the earth, even on these feet.

Little Nancy.

Ooh.

I'll get it.

There you are.

Thank you,Jim.

Hello.

Oh!

it's Walter.

Oh, really?

Yes, Walter?

Well, I just got in.

Yes, Walter.

Well,

of course, I do.

Oh, Walter!

What does he want?

Oh, Walter!

Oh, Walter!

Oh, Walter! Yeah.

Oh, yeah!

All right.

What was that

all about?

He asked me

to marry him.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Oh. And, uh,

what did you say?

Why, I said yeah.

That's wonderful. Sure.

It's wonderful.

Just what you wanted. Of course.

just what I wanted.

Well, for Pete's sakes!

Act like it, then.

The way you act,

you'd think somebody died.

Well, I guess it's just because

I'm so tired,Jim. I- I guess.

Oh, yeah.

It has been along drag.

Ten years it's taken ya. Oh,

it's taken us ten years.

Yeah. I never could have

done it without you,Jim.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Oh, that dear Captain Tallant,

lending us his battleship.

Oh, I do hope

they have a place for ladies,

some place Letty and I

can change for the wedding.

They will. And where's Nancy

gotten to, I'll never know.

I told her to meet us at the hotel.

Whew! It's hot.

Ethel May, take the lid off the

bridal bouquet and give it some air.

And how does the bride feel? Like

I've been shot out of a gun.

No way

for a bride to feel.

Hey, Smitty!

Where ya leaving the wagon? Right here.

After the parade, I've got a date-

Oh, no, you haven't! You're whipping the

little woman and me over to Berkeley.

Nancy and I are going to be married.

What is this, a quickie?

Yeah. just us and the judge,

and you to do the driving.

,I',1'

Holy cow!

Hi, Brewster.

You look nervous.

Oh, no, sir. No, no. I want to thank

you, sir. I mean, I- I appreciate, uh,

I mean, you're

excusing me from duty, sir.

For heaven's sake, Brewster.

Take a reef in your sails.

You look like someone opened

your bilge c*cks.

You're not being court-martialed.

You're being married.

Yes. I know, sir.

Look, man.

I'm a bachelor, and I'm not supposed

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