In the Good Old Summertime Page #2

They all said they'd be very happy

to have me back.

Why don't you make them happy?

Because it's the dull season.

I'm sorry. I couldn't take anyone else on.

Good day.

Just a minute.

- Do you own this store?

- No, but I...

Then I'd like to see the owner.

I wouldn't advise it.

He's in a very bad mood.

- I insist upon seeing the owner.

- I've been here for a number of years now.

I know him inside and out.

I know what his attitude would be.

I can tell you word for word

eXactly what he'd say.

I'll be...

- Mr. Larkin, just a moment, please.

- Excuse me, please.

- Excuse me, madam.

- Surely.

Come here. So you know all about me.

You know eXactly what I think

even before I think of it.

You are not only a business genius,

you are a mind reader.

- I wouldn't...

- Never mind.

Good morning.

- I'm Mr. Oberkugen.

- How do you do?

- How do you do? Please have a seat.

- Thank you.

I don't know what the difficulty is...

but at Oberkugen's,

there's no such word as impossible.

What is it that you desire?

You see, I was at Gregory Brothers...

I assure you,

we have much better merchandise.

We have violins, we have flutes...

we have...

Wonderful. Something new. Look.

Some of our sales force

do not agree with me...

but I think it's charming.

I guarantee you didn't find anything

as lovely as this at Gregory's.

I don't think you understand.

I worked at Gregory Brothers.

I'm looking for a job.

But wait a minute.

I play the piano and the violin.

Wait. You can play what you want,

I have no time.

Good morning.

Why do you put me

in a situation like that?

- I'm sorry, but it wasn't my fault.

- Whose fault was it? Mine?

- Yes, I think it was.

- What's the matter with you?

You feel to me like a son,

but every time you contradict me.

Whatever I say, you say no. Why?

All right. From now on, I'll say:

"Yes, Mr. Oberkugen.

Certainly, Mr. Oberkugen. "

I'll take care of this.

There's no use your waiting around.

As soon as there's an opening,

you'll be called first.

- Tell me, do you like it?

- Yes.

You see. Is it so hard to play?

No, anyone can learn. And it's so romantic.

What's romantic about it?

The soft, rippling music...

- and the way your hands...

- That's the woman's point of view.

- How much are you asking for it?

- I thought $75.

Yes, that's a bargain.

- A real bargain.

- It's a pretty harp, isn't it?

- Yes, it's a very unusual one.

- I was really looking for a song.

May I help you?

Here's a very popular song of the day.

I knew you sang. I could tell by your voice.

Of course, for anyone who sings,

the harp is so flattering. Your hands...

I have hardly any voice,

but if there's a number you'd like to hear...

How about this? You might like it.

Lovely Iyrics.

No, this. Meet Me Tonight in Dreamland.

- Could someone...

- Yes, may I?

- Fine. Thank you.

- Come.

- Go to the piano.

- Isn't it pretty?

Please, madam, have a seat.

- Of course, if you can't play...

- I can play.

Sure, he can play. Sit down.

Meet me tonight

in dreamland

under the silv'ry moon

Meet me tonight

in dreamland

where love's sweet roses bloom

Come with the love light gleaming

in your dear eyes of blue

Meet me in dreamland

sweet, dreamy dreamland

there let my dreams

come true

Meet me tonight in dreamland

under the silv'ry moon

Meet me tonight in dreamland

where love's sweet roses bloom

Come with the love light gleaming

in your dear eyes of blue

Meet me in dreamland

Sweet, dreamy dreamland

There let my dreams

come true

Lovely.

- How much is it?

- $99.50, reduced from $100.

- I'll take it.

- Fine.

Could I have the sales book, please?

And your pencil.

- Sure you wouldn't like my job, too?

- Not yet.

- Aunt Addie.

- In here, dear.

I have a job.

- Position.

- Whatever it is, I have it.

- Who's this?

- That's Jerome.

- Hello, baby.

- Mrs. Spring's Jerome.

She had to go down and pay her gas bill.

Tell me, what kind of a position?

It's in a music store,

and the boss is a darling.

- Any other gentlemen?

- Yes, I think there are three of them.

- Hand me that lace, dear.

- Which, this one?

There's the boss' nephew,

and then there's a Mr. Hansen.

Are they young men?

One of them is a young man.

Mr. Larkin, he's a head salesman.

He's the one who didn't want

to give me the position.

Anyway, I went over his head

and went to the boss and got the job.

- I don't think he likes me at all.

- I nearly forgot. I went by the post office.

There was another letter

in the box for you. It's there on the table.

This makes my day perfect.

"Dear Friend... "

"Dear Friend... "

- You don't eat. Why?

- I've had enough, Joe. Thanks.

- If you ask me, you are in love.

- You think so?

- I know. She don't eat, too.

- Who?

He asks me who.

All the time like this.

Then, when you come in, she... Look.

I knew it, just like that.

Just a minute.

- Hello.

- Hello. That was fine.

- Did you recognize it?

- Sure.

That was the music

you sent me last night.

I thought it might do for your audition.

Haven't you sent your application in yet?

- No, I'm afraid I haven't.

- Don't let me down.

I was telling my lady friend

about you only today.

Your lady friend?

Yes. I was telling her how you're going

to win the scholarship and go to Leipzig...

and how you'll be famous

and that one day I'd boast...

that I used to live

in the same boarding house with you.

I never heard you speak

about your lady friend before.

Really? That's funny.

That's been going on for quite a while.

I thought I'd told you.

After all, why should you?

We never spoke about much but music,

did we?

No, that's true.

I have to go.

About that scholarship,

you'd better get busy on it.

I haven't a chance to win.

Of course you have,

if you put your mind to it.

I'll bring you music every night,

and even a decent violin to play.

How's that?

I've got a stake in your career, you know.

All right, I'll send in

the application tomorrow.

- Good girl.

- Thanks.

I often wondered

if the girl I was corresponding with...

was as wonderful as her letters.

September and October passed,

and I was still writing letters...

and still trying to sell those harps.

Do you think Eric would like

that gramophone?

I don't know, but it's very pretty.

Pardon me, I can't see very well

without my glasses.

Can you tell me how much

that charming little harp is?

$99.50.

You certainly get wonderful values here.

I wonder how Oberkugen can do it.

If you don't know, Mr. Oberkugen,

who does?

- Good morning.

- Morning.

They look fine, the harps.

I wish the customers thought so.

- Good morning, Uncle... Mr. Oberkugen.

- Morning.

Good morning.

We're having a wonderful morning.

- Yeah?

- Yes, I just sold my third gramophone.

Good morning, Otto.

I've been looking over the bills.

We ought to attend to some of these...

They shouldn't have left that there.

I love it.

Of all the instruments,

the harp is perhaps the most beautiful.

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