In the Navy Page #4

come here. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute, here they are.

"En route to... "

Hawaii. Fine, thanks. How are you?

You like my smile

You like my style

Well, why don't you

make me know it

You like my walk

You like my talk

Well, there's only

one way to show it

If you want to shake my hand

Like they do it in Harlem

Stick your hand right out

and shout

Gimme some skin

my friend

Step right up

and take your stand

You don't have to be timid

Stick your hand right out

and shout

Gimme some skin

my friend

Smack it, whack it

Let your hand rotate

Show it, blow it

Put it in your pocket

till a future date

If you want to shake my hand

Like they do it in Harlem

Stick your hand right out

and shout

Gimme some skin

my friend

If you like my style

well, show it

If you like my smile

let me know it

If you like my walk

please tell me

If you like my talk

well, skin me, Papa, skin me

If you want

to shake my hand

Like they

do it in Harlem, baby

Stick your hand right out

and shout

Gimme some skin

my friend

Step right up

and take your stand

You don't have to be timid, baby

Stick your hand right out and shout

Gimme some skin

my friend

Smack it, whack it

my friend

Let your hand rotate

Show it, blow it

Put it in your pocket till a future date

Step right out

and shake my hand

Like they do it in Harlem today

How do they do it

Just stick your hand out

And give out with a shout

Gimme some skin

my friend

If you want

to shake my hand

Like they do it in Harlem

Stick your hand right out

and shout

Gimme some skin

Gimme some skin

Gimme some skin

My friend

What's the matter? That's the

girl with the camera complex.

I gotta get back

because I'm on duty,

but I'll sneak in later

and we'll have a dance.

I'll be waiting, Mr. Dugan.

How are ya, Dynamite?

How are my boys behaving? Fine.

Good evening.

Oh. Hello.

I think I owe you an

apology. I think you do.

Well, we agree

on something.

I apologize for pulling

that gag on you. Gag?

You really thought I was

Russ Raymond, didn't you?

I did and I still do.

I've been mistaken for him a lot

of times. I am Tom Halstead.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

I hope that guy Raymond stays lost

so I can have a little peace.

Well, if you're not

Russ Raymond,

then you won't mind

my taking your picture.

No, I'll even

strike a pose.

How's this right here?

Or would you rather

have this?

Anything'll do.

Good.

There you are. No hard feelings.

None at all, Mr. Raymond.

I'll be seeing you

in our magazine.

Here's the "flim. "

Thanks, my friend.

Give us some skin.

Sure. Skin.

Come on, if you want to

see the Andrews Sisters.

Hello, girls.

Gee, that number was swell.

Hello, Patty. You can call me

Miss Andrews and from a distance.

Give me a chance to explain

on the dance floor...

where we can have

a little privacy, huh?

It's too crowded here.

Well, I don't know.

Come on, Patty,

please, will ya?

I'll hardly step

on your feet at all.

Come on. All right. Come on, chubby.

She called me chubby.

Oh, boy.

Whose feet am I

gonna step on?

Where's your ticket?

You gotta have a ticket?

I'll go get a ticket.

Then we can dance.

Okay.

Lady, give me five cents

worth of tickets.

Who are you bumpin' into? You.

I'll not only bump you,

I'll slug you.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah!

Okay. I never fight with

nobody that agrees with me.

Excuse me.

Here. Let's go.

What kind of dance

was that?

What kind of dance

was that!

That was a swell dance.

Did you cut a rug?

Cut a rug?

I didn't even get a chance to disturb

the nap. You're just hard to please.

I rushed over to the box office.

I bought two tickets...

I come over here to dance

with my girlfriend, Patty,

and all we do is hear

the band go "ta-ta-ta, ta, ta. "

So you heard the band go

"ta-ta-ta, ta, ta"? I "heared" it.

That's gonna cost you two bits

more. Two bits more for what?

For listening

to the music.

Don't let him get away with

that. Smokey, don't push.

Come here. You want Patty

to think you're yellow? No.

Okay, Patty, I'll show him. Attaboy.

I'm in love. I don't know

what I'm doing. Oh, go ahead.

Blames it on love.

What's the matter?

Smokey?

What's wrong? I ain't

gonna fight those guys here.

I'll fight them on a field

of honor. They have no honor.

That's okay.

I ain't got no field.

Take a poke at him, Pomeroy.

Let him have it.

Go on, right on the nose.

Go on, take a good poke at him.

Okay.

I'll give five bucks if you

let me take a poke at you. Okay.

Oh, what a sport.

Thanks a lot, pal.

Okay, kid.

Here comes

the five-buck punch.

Here's your change. Oh,

wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I'd like to see you do

that again. Oh, yeah?

Yeah. He did.

I dare you to try that

on me, brother. Oh. So!

Wait a minute. Why don't you

pick on a kid your size?

Let him go.

Hold him! Hold him. Hold him.

Wait a minute. Let him go. Hold him!

What's the idea of trying

to pick on my friend here?

All right, boys.

I'm not pickin' on him.

Him and me had an understanding.

Afraid of the boy, sweetheart?

Don't call me sweetheart!

Hey, fellas, there's a fight.

No.

No.

Come on, break it up.

What's the matter

with you two?

I thought sailors were fighting men.

We are, but you gotta be on the water.

It's 30 days in the brig

if you're in a brawl ashore.

We're gonna stay right here

and watch the fight.

And then we won't wind up

in the brig. No, you don't.

What do you gobs think you are,

parachute troops?

This is the worst predicament

I was ever in.

This is worse

than being in jail.

Stone walls

do not a prison make.

Nor iron bars a cage. Well, if

they don't, they got us hypnotized.

Which one of you fellas is

Pomeroy Watson? That's you, Smokey.

No, that's you.

That's you.

I don't know where I'm at.

Excuse me. I'm Pomeroy Watson.

Message for you.

Thank you, sir.

Could you get me a sponge cake

with a file in it?

I guess not.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Smokey. Tommy.

What's wrong?

Fellas, it's the end now.

What happened now?

Smokey and Tommy, it's all over. Patty

and I are washed up. What's happened?

What do you mean? She's

going away with a barber.

With a barber?

That's nonsense.

No, it's not. It says right here

in the letter. What's it say?

"Am taking the clipper to Hawaii. " Ohhh!

Anything but a barber. I always wanted

to be more than a barber. Pomeroy Watson?

Pomeroy Watson,

somebody wants you.

That's me.

Come with me.

No, it's much safer in here.

Don't take me.

I didn't do nothin'.

I'm not gonna squeal, boys.

I won't say a word.

I don't care where I'm goin'.

Go ahead,

take me if you want.

That's my boss, Chief

Commissary Steward. Yes, I know.

My boss.

Hello, boss. What are

you in for? What am I...

For six years we've tried to

make a sailor out of you.

Just let me read a few lines

of your record this year.

On sentry duty, you arrested a mailman

for taking letters out of a mailbox.

How do you like that for nerve?

In broad daylight too.

The same day you were sent

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