If I Had My Way Page #9

Where do you think? I think

that's just where he belongs.

Well, Buzz, we're all set.

Listen to this for talent.

Eddie Leonard, Blanche Ring,

Six Hits and a Miss, Paul Gordon,

ably supported by...

By a great audience, I hope.

Say, come here. How's this

for a list of reservations?

Looks to me like the stars of yesterday

got plenty of friends today, huh?

You know, we're going to be

packed opening night, Joe?

The more, the merrier.

How's this for a gag?

I thought we'd give these to the customers

and let them tickle themselves to death.

Well, we like them, anyhow.

You know, this is all pretty new to

me, Joe. You think it'll work out?

Think it? I know it.

Hello, Tin Type Club.

Party of 12?

In whose name shall I make

the reservation, please?

Mrs. Jarvis B. Johnson.

It's Brenda. Brenda?

Brenda, darling, this is Marian.

Marian, darling!

I read the ad in the papers and I

wouldn't dream of missing the opening.

I'll make sure you have

a lovely ringside table.

Ask her about Jarvis.

Is... Is he coming?

It'll be so good

to see you and Jarvis, Brenda.

Oh, well, I... I'm afraid

Jarvis won't be there.

He's gone out West

on a big business deal.

Well, I must say goodbye, dear.

I'll see you at the opening.

We'll be looking for you.

Bye-bye.

Well?

Jarvis won't be here.

He's gone out West

on a big business deal.

And if Jarvis has gone

where I think he's gone,

he's in

for a beautiful surprise.

What are you trying to do?

Kill me? It's your own fault.

Are you sure this is the way to

the Baldwin Development property?

Yeah, this is where it starts. If you

want the office, it's right over the hill.

Hello, there!

Is this the Baldwin property?

Yep, every gallon of it.

Well, what happened

to the people who run it?

Must've got discouraged.

They started off digging for

gold, but there weren't no gold.

Then they tried drilling for oil,

but there weren't no oil neither.

Then they divide it up into

streets and that might have worked,

but that's when the flood came.

When did this happen?

Two year ago.

Yep, looks mighty wet

for a gold mine now,

but it sure is

a good spot for fishing.

Ladies and gentlemen, in these

hectic days of hepcats and jitterbugs,

we can't help but believe that a

lot of people must sigh now and then

for the gracious style of

entertainment of a bygone day.

It seems to me that the great brilliant stars

of yesteryear are a lot like diamonds.

Both grow older with the years, but

time doesn't dim their brilliance.

A gem is just as much a gem

today as it was 40 years ago.

We have a famous star

with us tonight.

He's 64 years young

and he's raring to go.

The greatest minstrel man

of all time, Eddie Leonard!

When the sun am sinkin' out

in the golden West.

And a little robin redbreast

there ought to build a nest.

Why ain't you gonna stand for

an old song we all love the best?

Why every evening

the white folks hear me sigh?

Ida! Sweet as apple, apple cider.

Sweeter than all I know I know.

Why, come on out, my love in

the lovin', lovin' moonlight.

Summer lover, I'll whisper

so soft and low.

Seems tho' I can't live

without you Why, listen to me.

Listen, honey.

Ida!

I idolize ya

I love you, Ida Indeed I do.

Ida, sweet as apple cider.

Sweeter than all I know.

Come out in

the silvery moonlight.

Of love we'll whisper,

whisper soft and low.

Seems tho' I can't live

without you.

Listen, listen, honey, to me.

Ida, I idolize ya.

I love you, Ida.

Indeed I do.

Because I love you, Ida.

Indeed I do.

Here we go again, folks.

Around and around the little wheel goes,

and when she stops, what have you got?

Paul Gordon.

Now, here's what we'd better do.

You wait here, Lieutenant, and

I'll call you when I need you.

Okay, we'll be right here.

I'm sorry, sir, the show

is on. Mr. Blackwell's busy.

He's not too busy to see me.

There he is, the swindler.

Blackwell, I want $5,000

and I want it fast.

Quiet, Jarvis, please. You'll

break up the whole show.

I'll break up more than the show.

You can't get away with this.

Now take it easy. Come on

outside where we can talk quietly.

Baldwin Development Company.

You can't make a fool out

of me! I won't stand for it.

Now, listen, Blackwell, there's

a law against defrauding people.

Now, wait a minute,

nobody defrauded anybody.

Oh, no? How about

that phony telegram?

You took my money for stock

that you knew was worthless.

And I told you it was worthless.

Yes, but you told me in such a way

that you made me think you were lying.

Can I help it if you got

larceny in your blood?

You said that money was

a gift to Pat.

Only you and I know that, and

my word's as good as yours.

Buzz, Buzz, the bicycle act

is near finished. Oh, okay.

Say, Jarvis, wait for me,

will you? I'll be right back.

Wait, nothing. I want my money or

I'll close this place now, tonight.

I'll have it raided...

Now listen, this place is a

hit and nobody's gonna spoil it.

Axel, keep him here, will you?

Be reasonable, Mr. Johnson.

We got a lot at stake here.

I've got $5,000 at stake.

But you got a better chance

to get your money

if you wait till Buzz comes back.

I won't wait a minute longer.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't

close the place, Mr. Johnson.

You don't know how hard we

worked to open that door.

I'll get my money

or I'll close it.

Oh, but please, Mr. Johnson, if you

only knew how we struggled to open it.

That doesn't interest me. Please,

Mr. Johnson, let us keep it open.

Take your hands off of me. I'm

going to get those detectives...

Oh, no, you're not.

That's where he belongs, with

the rest of them baloneys.

Where's Jarvis? Don't worry

about him. He's cooling off.

Stay with him, eh?

Anyone past the romper age

must recall with pleasure

such songs as In The Good Old

Summertime and Yip Aye Addy Aye Ay.

The Tin Type Club is happy to present

the star who made these songs famous,

singing the song

she made most famous of all.

Miss Blanche Ring!

Sure, I've got rings

on my fingers.

Bells on my toes.

Elephants to ride upon.

My little Irish rose.

Come to your nabob.

And on St. Patrick's Day.

Be Mistress Mumbo Jumbo.

Jijjibop Jay O'Shea.

For I've got rings on my fingers.

Bells on my toes.

Elephants to ride upon.

My little Irish rose.

Come to your nabob.

And on St. Patrick's Day.

Be Mistress Mumbo Jumbo.

Jijjibop Jay O'Shea.

But, Pat, it won't hurt him.

They keep lamb chops

hanging up in there for days.

But he's not a lamb chop.

You'd better take a look.

And now, by way of variety, we

want to bring you a song of today.

Who knows? Twenty years from now,

this might be an old favorite, we hope.

I used to think a love song

was none of my affair.

But one fine spring I heard

a certain music in the air.

April played the fiddle.

And my heart began to dance.

And I was so surprised

to find my arm around romance.

April played the fiddle.

And I memorized the tune.

And later on, a dream and I

went singing to the moon.

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