Just Around the Corner Page #4

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Gee, you're a swell kid.

Ooh! Aren't those pretty?

White orchids,

the most delicate of flowers.

- How do you do, Mr. Henshaw?

- I'm all right.

- How about a statement?

- No!

- Are you closing any factories?

- None of your business!

- [Reporters Shouting]

- Who's that?

That's my Uncle Sam.

Everybody knows him.

- [Shouting Continues]

- [Penny] Uncle Sam?

Oh.

Call the manager!

Call the police! [Shouting]

- Aren't you gonna help him?

- And implicate myself? Hardly.

Shame on you, fraidy-cat!

It's the only way

to save the country.

- [Penny Shouting]

- [Groaning]

- Won't you stay?

- Get outta here, will you? Dash!

Uncle Sam.

Come on, Uncle Sam.

- A lot of reporters. All but a second, l--

- Come on.

- Come on in here. Come on.

- Oh, yeah. Here.

- [Grumbling]

- They didn't get us that time.

- You're safe for a little while, Uncle Sam.

- Uncle Sam?

- There. You'll be all right.

- I'm not all right!

- Oh, Mr. Hen

I'm only here to help Uncle Sam.

Such impertinence,

Miss Hale.

UhReally, Mr. Henshaw,

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

- What have you to be sorry for?

- Uh--

Why, this young lady.

Isn't she annoying you? Well--

- Well!

- Well.

Here, you!

Milton, come back here.

GetOh, my nephew!

Huh!

A walking encyclopedia with curly hair,

dressed up in fancy pants...

and he's supposed to fill

my shoes someday.

I guess you get pretty tired of it all.

Don't you, Uncle Sam?

Tired? I am sick of

the whole kit and caboodle.

[Scoffs]

It--

- Hey, who are you anyway?

- I'm Penny.

You're Pen--

Oh, here.

- I suppose that's what you're waiting for.

- No, thank you.

- Why not?

- There are too many people

taking money from you now.

- I wouldn't think of it.

- Eh?

I'm usually around

about this time every day.

If you need any more help,

just call, and I'll come.

Good-bye, Uncle Sam.

Keep your chin up.

[Clearing Throat]

- [Electric Clippers Whirring]

- [Dog Barking]

The less hair you have,

the better Uncle Sam will like it.

Then he won't call you

a curly-haired encyclopedia again.

I can't imagine anything any sillier

than trying to please Uncle Sam.

- It can't be done.

- Hold still now.

- Hey!

- My, that works beautifully.

- Do you have to cut 'em all off?

- Certainly.

How can you fill

Uncle Sam's shoes someday...

if you wear fancy pants

and have curls?

- Let me see how it looks.

- No.

You better wait till I'm finished.

Now you'll only get a general idea.

I'veI've changed my mind.

You must stop

this instantly.

- I'm suddenly aware of

the grave significance of this.

- [Switches Off]

- Are you a man, or are you a mice?

- No, absolutely, no!

You shall not take off

another strand.

Oh, very well. If you wanna

look like a little girl...

- it's nothing to me.

- [Dog Barking]

[Sighs]

I hate curls on boys.

But, of course,

that doesn't matter to you.

But it does.

In fact...

that's the only reason why

why I agreed to in the first place.

If you want to stop there,

it's all right with me.

- Penny--

- I'm very busy.

- [Dog Barking]

- You can cut off the rest of 'em.

Well, I'm not sure

that I want to.

- But, of course, if you insist--

- [Whirring]

[Dog Barking]

There we are.

Sit back.

- Here, I'll get it.

- This is the first time

this has ever happened to me.

- Getting your hair cut?

- No.

Giving in to somebody

because I wanted to.

Giving in to a girl.

Giving in to such

an attractive girl.

[Chuckles]

It's quite a change,

but I think we're gonna like it.

You look, uh,

more grown-up.

- There. Look.

- I do look more vigorous, don't I?

Mm-hmm. Just wait

till your mother sees you.

Oh, I say,

she did adore those curls.

- [Mugsy] Hiya, Penny.

- Hi, Mugsy.

- Who's that?

- That's Mugsy.

[Dogs Barking]

Hiya, bright eyes.

Say, where's the fancy layout

you wanna swap me for?

Mugsy's gonna help us.

Just getting your hair cut isn't enough.

You've got to wear he-man

clothes too. Right there on Milton.

- They're very expensive, Mugsy.

- Come on.

- I beg your pardon.

- Come on! One buck!

Hey! Hey, wait!

Hey, come back here!

You can't do that!

Come back.

Scram, bright eyes. I wouldn't wear

that fancy layout if you give me a grand.

- Then give him back his money!

- You gotta make me.

Take your hands off that woman.

Do you hear me?

- So what?

- So this.

- [Dogs Barking]

- Lead with your left! Go on!

Go on! Get him!

Keep it up! That's right!

I wonder what's keeping Milton?

- I do want to show him off to you.

- I can hardly wait.

- You must be very proud of him.

- I am very proud of him.

It must be

the mother in me.

Stop! You mustn't go in there.

- Why, Master Milton, what has happened?

- Shh!

[Mrs. Ramsby]

Is that you, lamby?

- [Waters] Mmm?

- [Giggles]

I'll bring him

right up to you.

Well, you horrid little boy.

What are you doing here?

Mater, I'm Milton.

[Wails]

- [Wailing, Moaning]

- [Women Clamoring]

- What has happened, Mrs. Ramsby?

Um, uh, water! Water!

- [Wailing Continues]

Water Quickly! Sir Oh.

- [Wailing Continues]

- [Women, Waters Clamoring]

- [Clamoring Continues]

- Quiet!

- What's going on here?

- [Waters] It's Milton.

- The shock was too much for Mrs. Ramsby.

- [Mrs. Ramsby Wailing]

- Is this your work?

- Yes, sir, part of it. But I didn't do his eye.

His curls!

His beautiful curls!

- Take that awful child away.

- Yes. Come along.

- Oh, thank you so much.

- Come into my study, young man.

You too, young woman. Come on.

[Mrs. Ramsby Whimpering]

[Henshaw]

Black eye with your hair cut. Huh!

Now, then, young lady,

did you cut Milton's curls off?

- Yes, sir.

- Yeah. Where's his fancy pants?

Mugsy has them on now.

Milton traded him.

That's how he got the black eye.

But you oughta see Mugsy.

We didn't count on

the black eye, did we?

- He really looked very good before he got that.

- Hmm.

I I guess

it's an awful shock to you.

You go ahead and get mad if you want to.

I don't mind if you're sour and cross.

Anyone would be with all these

people hanging on their neck.

- What do you know about this family?

- As though you haven't...

enough troubles with business

and the slump and all.

But they can't lick you. You're a tough old bird.

You'll come out all right.

Yeah.

Well, upon my soul.

Here. There's a silver dollar for you...

and there's a silver dollar

for every black eye you get.

- Thank you, Uncle Sam.

- [Clears Throat] Now git.

[Clears Throat]

Now git!

- [Sighs]

- [Sighs]

- First she gives a sigh

and then starts walking again.

- That's love for ya.

Do you think I ought to tell my daddy

that she's in love with him so much?

Oh, he'll undoubtedly

find out for himself...

although we could probably save considerable time

if we wanted to cooperate.

Certainly embarrassing havin' a sister

goin' around sighing all the time.

I think if she knew how much my daddy thinks

about her, she'd feel better.

- Let's tell her.

- [Sighs]

It might be interesting psychologically.

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