Kitty Foyle Page #2
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- 1940
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I don't need a piece of paper
to prove that I love Wyn...
...or that he loves me.
You'd be a lot happier with Mark
and that little piece of paper...
...than you ever could with Wyn
and a snug little apartment...
...with a key for him
and a key for you.
You know what I think?
I think you're wrong.
I remember you using
those same words before.
Remember?
Way back when you lived
on Griscom Street in Philadelphia.
That's where Pop brought you up,
and what a grand guy he was.
It was the night of
the Philadelphia Assembly, remember?
You should have been home,
but you weren't.
You were about 15 then.
That's P. Seward Berwynn.
There's Mrs. Rosy Fittenhouse.
Judas Priest, what a clock.
Always slow.
Philadelphia blood, I suppose.
Kitty.
- I was just...
- Come here.
- I was just...
- Oh, I know what you were just doing.
The assembly's tonight,
and you were downtown...
...gawking at rich mainliners
parading into the Bellevue-Stratford...
No, I wasn't, Pop.
I was watching, yes, but...
Kitty, you've got to get this trash
out of your mind.
From now on...
From now on, you're going
to Sunday school every Sunday.
Rain or shine, you're going.
But why, Pop?
Well, it'll give you
a little Christian upbringing, that's why.
Give you a sense of values.
You mean, and then
I won't ever sin or anything?
Well, it may not keep you from sinning...
...but by Judas Priest, it'II keep you
from getting any fun out of it.
Take your mind off of that tommyrot
in the society page for a change.
It's not any more tommyrot
than "The Lady of Shalott."
- "Lady of Shalot''?
- You know:
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights went riding two by two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
Papdash, Kitty.
If you're not reading about
mainline monkeys...
...you've got your head stuck
in a Cinderella book.
It must be wonderful, Pop.
You've been sitting in ashes all your life,
and then suddenly a prince comes along.
And when did you sit in any ashes?
I don't mean me.
I mean like Cinderella.
Judas Priest, if ever a man
deserved to be hung...
...it's the fellow who started
that Cinderella stuff.
Writing claptrap stories
about Cinderellas and princes.
Poisoning the minds
of innocent children.
Putting crazy ideas into girls' heads.
Making them dissatisfied
with honest shoe clerks and bookkeepers.
Why, they're the ruination
of more girls than 40 actors.
Oh, I don't see
what's the ruination about it.
After all, the prince and Cinderella
lived happily ever afterwards.
Yes, and that's where
these writing fellows are smart too.
They always end the story
before it really begins.
Well, why couldn't they be happy, Pop?
Why, it's a lead-pipe cinch
that they couldn't.
What do you think
they'd have to talk about?
You think he wants to go on hearing
about the ashes she was sitting in...
...and how hot they were?
"Okay," he says,
"So they were hot.
Let's talk about something else
for a change."
And there she'd be, alone...
...sitting on that velvet cushion...
...ready to swap all the strawberries
and cream in the kingdom...
...for one hamburger,
well done, with onions.
You know what I think, Pop?
I think you're wrong.
Judas Priest!
But time moved on...
...and skirts got six inches longer...
...and they stopped playing "Sonny Boy,"
thank goodness...
...and took up "Who's Afraid
of the Big Bad Wolf."
Then, boom, came the Depression...
...and you had to trade in
a few of those dreams...
...for a volume of Gregg Shorthand,
remember?
June 1932.
Mr. Hoover said
if Mr. Roosevelt was elected...
...grass would grow in the streets.
Mr. Roosevelt said
that if Mr. Hoover got back in...
...there wouldn't be any streets.
All of a sudden, you were set.
Oh, boy.
All you needed
to get a peach of a job...
...was this fancy document...
...and a miracle.
Then, on July 23rd...
...at exactly 4:
37 p. M......will you ever forget?
Judas Priest! Put it out, put it out!
- Don't get excited, Tom, I'll take care of it.
- Do something!
Get some water, get some water!
Isn't there any water in the house?
Somebody get a bucket of water!
No, not that, not that!
- Drop that bottle!
- Pop, don't get excited. Sit down.
With all the water
there is in the world...
...you have to use
a $4 bottle of whiskey.
There's more where that came from,
Tony's bathtub.
That's no bathtub whiskey.
He's been sick.
He shouldn't be upset.
- The stuff doesn't grow on trees, you know.
- Come on now.
- Why couldn't you have done that?
- What, are you trying to ruin the rug?
- Just trying to put the fire out. I'm sorry.
- My fault, I dropped some ashes.
- Wyn, that's my daughter.
Kitty, this is Mr. Wyn Strafford...
...one of those mainliners
you used to talk about.
- How do you do, Miss Foyle?
- How do you do?
I'm sorry I spoke a little sharply
to you just now.
I'm usually a little cooler-headed.
Yes, I'm sure so.
He wants me to help with articles
for his new magazine...
...about the boys I taught cricket.
What are you doing in here
in your shirttail?
- Judas Priest!
- Get out of here, get out of here.
She's too big
to be running around like that.
A nice girl, Tom.
She's a good kid, all right.
If it weren't for my bad heart,
she'd be going to college...
...instead of tramping the streets
for a job.
Does she type?
She types faster than you can think.
Well, I don't know that
that's much of a tribute.
But if she can type at all, we might
be able to use her down at the office.
Ask her to drop in.
There seems to be a certain
informality about her...
...that might brighten our lives
down there.
This is not right, Miss Foyle.
The use of "esquire" in business
is a New York affectation.
Very bad taste.
Well, I've seen letters addressed to you
"Mr. Wynnewood Strafford VI, Esq."
New Yorkers, perhaps. It's still wrong.
A man can't be both "Mr." and "Esq."
At the same time.
One or the other is about
all he's capable of being.
Well, I've certainly seen them
just plain "Esq."
Say, how does one get to be an esquire,
anyway?
Oh, I don't know. He just is.
Pop says you get to be
an esquire...
...if you can sit on one animal
and chase another.
Did I sound stuffy?
- I'm sorry.
- Pardon?
Okay, get stuffy yourself.
I've said I'm sorry.
Did you get my column
off the Dictaphone?
Oh, yes, and it's a...
What?
Nothing.
Go ahead, what about it?
Don't be afraid.
I was just thinking...
...how your voice sounds
on the Dictaphone.
Do you know who it sounds like?
- No, who?
- Ronald Coleman.
Really?
- I played it over again, and it's lovely.
- That's funny.
So different from what it is actually.
Do you really think it's true,
Miss Foyle...
...that my voice sounds
rather like that of Mr. Coleman?
- Hello, everybody.
- Hello, Jean.
- Who's winning?
- Just started.
Oh, Miss Bala,
did you bring in your copy?
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