Go West Young Man

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Have you ever seen the stars

On a typical tropical night

Have you ever seen the stars

That would dance while guitars

Would invite

Romance in the night

Have you ever been kissed

On a typical tropical night

Have you ever been kissed

While two arms that insist

Hold you tight

What a thrilling night

In the dark a sigh is heard

Love needs no light

You can never say no

On a typical tropical night

You can never say no

'Cause your heart tells you so

And you're right

Always you think of her. I will not let

this Americano woman take you away from me.

You mean more to me

than anything in the worid.

I've hardly

known you but an hour!

You may kiss my hand, and

tomorrow, perhaps, you may kiss me.

Until tomorrow.

A millionaire planter

and an embassy officer.

Zara, you're doin'

pretty good for yourself.

I thought I told you to leave that key

the last time you were here.

You do not think you can

discard Rico so easily, do you?

If necessary, I'll have

to do it the hard way.

Rico, you're through,

through as an old tomato can.

Oh, that is it, huh? Well, I

am not going to give you up!

Now or ever.

Don't be stupid!

If you'll take my advice, you'll go back to

your wife while you're still in good condition.

That is fine advice after you have

spoiled me for all the other women.

You was spoiled

when I got you.

Women have pampered you all

your life. Rico, you're no good.

Besides, you lied to me.

You said you were single.

And I loathe liars. No man can

support a wife and me at the same time.

Someone's gonna get the short end of

the deal, and, honey, it's never me!

Where is that man?

That-That officer?

Why, he left. He had to leave

sometime. Oh, you sent him away?

No, he left under

his own power.

Look at me! Don't louse

me up. Give me a light.

Isn't she wonderful?

Uh-huh.

Listen, Rico, where I

come from they call this...

''pulling a fast one on you,

givin' you the business.''

Why don't you make yourself scarce?

I'm betterin' myself.

Very well, Chiquita.

Let us make an end-

An end for the two of us.

What do you mean?

If I cannot hold you in my arms any longer,

no one else will ever get the chance.

Well, why don't

you shoot?

Oh, you can't do it!

You know you can't.

Oh, what am I doing?

What am I doing?

That's what I'm trying to figure

out. Oh, my darling, I love you.

[ love you.!

Zara, who is this?

Who is this man?

Why, I've never seen

the man before in all my life.

Why, Zara!

Get outta here!

Very well. I will go.

Let me tell you something.

She will do the same thing to you

as she has done to me. Get out!

Zara, what was

that man doing here?

Philip-

Philip, darling, I-

You haven't answered me.

Why did you come? I told you-

I love you. How can you

expect me to stay away?

Day after day I waited for you,

and when you didn't come, I-

Zara. Zara, darling!

Why do you stare at me like that?

Surely this man hadn't-

Zara.

It's true, Philip.

I don't ask forgiveness.

I'm not worthy of it.

But when you're gone,

remember me kindly sometimes...

for just a brief moment...

when April comes around again with

its blue skies and sudden showers.

Remember that April woman

who drifted into your life...

as casually as the summer cloud

drifts over a green field...

and then drifts on again.

Now, go, Philip. Go!

Ladies and gentlemen, we have persuaded one of

the most glamorous personalities of the screen...

to come here so that you, in the

spirit that is characteristic of you,

may pay tribute in person to what you

have, heretofore, only seen on the screen.

I have the honor

and the distinct pleasure...

of presenting the reigning

queen of the cinema,

Miss Mavis Arden.

Remember me kindly

for just a brief moment...

when April comes around again

with its blue skies and sudden showers.

Remember that April woman

who drifted into your life...

as casually as a summer cloud

drifts over a green field...

and then drifts on again.''

And that, my dear friends,

was The Drifting Lady.

But it was not, please believe me-

It was not the real Mavis Arden.

I often say to my producer,

Mr. A.K. Greenfield,

president of Superfine Pictures, Inc.-

''A.K., I say''-

I always call him ''A.K.''

[ says to him, [ say,

'A.K., please, oh, please,

''let me play a part

that expresses the real me,

''a simple, unaffected country girl...

who finds her happiness

in a garden and a swimming pool.''

But Mr. Greenfield always says,

''No, no, Mavis,

you are a great artiste,

and it wouldn't be fair to

deprive the worid of your genius.''

So that is why I play these fascinating

sirens you seem to like to see.

But, oh, I'm such

a different person, really.

Beneath all this glitter, Mavis Arden

is a very human person like yourselves.

[f you, my dear public,

could only come up and see me...

in my little ''Eyetalian''

villa in Hollywood,

I'm sure you'd be disappointed

in the dullness...

and simplicity of my life there.

I know it's cruel

to disillusin you this way,

but I have to be honest, and you

must take it in the right spirit.

Now, my dear friends, [ want to thank

you for your kind appreciation...

and accept through me the thanks

of my dear producer,

A.K. Greenfield, president of Superfine Pictures, Inc.

- great fellow.

And now, my dear friends,

I want to say good night.

A thousand good nights!

And tell all your friends

I said, ''Good night.''

Sorry, gentlemen, but Miss Arden cannot

see all of you. Her time will not permit.

You may go in, my friend...

and you... and you-

Why all those old guys?

Why not some of those good-looking

ones? It's part of my contract.

Miss Arden isn't supposed to marry for

five years. Why make the job tough for her?

Okay, you sir.

I'm sorry, but Miss Arden-

I'm Francis X. Harrigan.

That's too bad.

I beg your pardon!

We handle Miss Arden's

admirers alphabetically.

I'm just now getting into the

B's. Novel idea. I'll wait.

Well, thanks. That's fine.

You were a big hit tonight,

Miss Arden.

Yes, there was a great crowd

out there, full of politicians.

I felt I was putting a bill

before Congress.

Let him in.

I just heard from A.K.,

your dear producer.

What have I done now? What's

he sore about? Nothing.

And incidentally, I've never

noticed his being sore at you.

Well, perhaps that's why he's the

producer, and you're just the press agent.

You mean I'm practically

your slave. You are not.

Slaves are generally useful.

Your next personal appearance

at Harrisburg ends the tour.

Then back to Hollywood,

back to your ''Eyetalian'' villa.

I tell you at every performance

it's ''Italian.''

If they can't spell it, how do

you expect me to pronounce it?

We'll be leaving

for Harrisburg in an hour.

Better hurry with your packing, Jeannette. The car will be right down

- Oh, no, we're not.!

I'm going out tonight

with a friend of mine.

With whom? Harrigan.

He's runnin' for Congress.

I haven't seen him since

I played Chicago with the Follies.

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