Make Way for Tomorrow Page #2

Even Grandma, you know.

But it'll only be for three months,

and then Aunt Nellie will take her.

Well, OK.

I'll have Mamie take these things

back to my room.

Oh, bridge class tonight?

Mob of them.

By the way, I haven't seen any

of your friends lately. What's the matter?

Grandma. She talks an arm

off everyone I bring around.

I know. I've had a taste of it.

But you must bring your friends home.

I won't have you going out

with boys I've never met.

- Hello, everybody.

- Hello, George.

- Hello, Daddy!

- Dear.

Oh, you're gonna put Pa's picture in here!

That's fine. Mm.

Darling.

Oh, say, what about Mother tonight,

with this bridge and everything?

She's going to be in the way, isn't she?

Wait.

Is she asleep?

Hope I don't get Harvey.

Oh, hello, Harvey. Hiya, boy.

Put Nellie on, will you, Harvey?

Nellie.

It's George.

Hello, George.

Oh, hello, Nellie. I...

Nellie, Anita's having

her bridge class tonight.

And I know Mother's going to be

bored to distraction. I thought...

Oh, I... I'm so sorry, but Harvey's bought

some theatre tickets for tonight.

Well, you know how it is.

We have to entertain

the people he does business with,

and I guess that's what it is tonight.

Oh, no, no, George,

I couldn't possibly take Mother tonight.

- Tell him you can't take her any time.

- Shh!

What's the use of stalling?

I'm not going to have your parents here.

- George, I would if I could.

- But you can't.

- Will you shut up?

- You'll have to tell him sooner or later.

- What, George? Just a minute, George.

- I married you. I didn't marry your folks.

I didn't ask my mother to live here, did I?

- Did I?

- What, George?

- Oh, George, I am willing to do my part.

- No roof is big enough for two families.

No, George, no,

I couldn't possibly take Mother tonight.

I'm sorry. Goodbye.

Satisfied? Incidentally,

who are we going out with tonight?

My mother. But that's different. I...

Hm. I was so afraid

it was someone I didn't like.

Mother just won't fit in at all, will she?

You don't suppose

she'd stay in her room, do you?

No.

I don't see how we could...

Oh, hello, Mother. It's Mother.

George, I never heard

such nonsense in all my life,

trying to get Nellie to take me,

and talk of me staying in my room.

- It's only because you'd be bored.

- Well, don't you worry about me.

Folks'd think it was pretty funny

if I wasn't around.

- They'd think you were ashamed of me.

- Ho-ho.

George was only trying

to be kind to you, dear.

My bridge pupils drive him mad.

I guess you won't ever

have to explain George to his mother.

Oh, Pa's picture. You gonna put it in here?

Aw, that's fine.

Another day has gone by and no word

from him. Do you suppose he's all right?

Of course he's all right.

We'd hear fast enough if he were ill.

Well, I guess that's true.

Is, uh... my tuxedo laid out?

- Yes. I couldn't find your shirt.

- Did you send it to the laundry?

- No.

- I did.

- But, Mother...

- I took it to the laundry around the corner.

They've got a sign in the window, "Bring

your own bundle and save 20 per cent. "

- Yes, but we...

- Besides, George,

your shirts haven't looked

as crisp and fresh as they should.

These people do lovely work.

Yes, except that

I won't have a shirt for tonight.

- Well, I didn't know that.

- Now look here, Mother C.

- I know you like to look after George.

- Yes.

- Well, so do I.

- Of course.

And though I don't do much talking about it,

I like to run my house too.

- Oh, well, I only wanted to help.

- Of course.

And you're so busy playing bridge...

I don't play bridge, I teach bridge.

There's a difference that you'd notice if

you had to meet the bills of this apartment.

Well, it's all very simple.

I'll just run out and buy another shirt.

Mm-hm.

Oh, well.

I guess I'm not much help around here.

Oh, Mother C!

- I could make the sandwiches, couldn't I?

- They're coming from the delicatessen.

- It's cheaper to make 'em at home.

- I know.

But we couldn't do so well.

These are going to be fancy.

How fancy can a sandwich be?

You'll see.

Any bid made subsequently

to an opponent's bid

is known as an overcall or a defensive bid.

An overcall may be made with

a much weaker hand than an original bid,

a fact which the partner must bear in mind.

As a rule, it is inadvisable to make

an overcall on two of a four-card suit...

...or to overcall with a no-trump bid

without a double-stopper in the suit

bid by the opponent.

It requires more strength...

I know you'll forgive me

if I interrupt myself for a moment,

but I do so want you all

to meet my husband's mother.

How do you do?

Well, um... anyway...

suppose we, um... play the hands?

Uh... suppose we play them.

- I'll bid one spade.

- One spade.

- One spade.

- Two hearts.

She didn't show up, so I'm playing this.

Three spades.

Do you play cards?

Well, it's, uh... it's funny,

but, you know, with a teacher

right here in the family,

I don't believe

I could ever learn to play bridge.

Well, maybe a little hearts.

I used to play a lot with my husband.

I always gave him the Queen of Spades.

We called her Dirty Dora.

Say, by the way, that's a good heart hand.

And you haven't got Dora.

Let's see who has.

Oh! You!

Honey, you're going to the movies

alone tonight, aren't you?

- Well, aren't you?

- Uh-huh.

If you love me,

if I've ever done anything for you

that you appreciated even a little bit,

for heaven's sake,

take your grandmother with you.

Oh, that's no fair. And anyway,

she likes the company here.

Well, maybe I can fix that.

Mother C, Rhoda's set on going

to the pictures tonight.

Do you think it's all right

if she goes alone?

- Oh, I should say not.

- That's what I thought.

Would you go with her? Or would that

be too much of a responsibility?

Why, anything I can do to help you,

dear, I'll be glad.

What a load off my mind!

Will you tell Rhoda?

- Why, certainly.

- Thank you, dear.

Can you give me a rough idea

of what the picture's about?

Yeah. It's the old gag about the guy that

takes the blame for a job his pal done.

The pal's a rat

and lets the nice guy go to the pen.

But when he's dyin', the rat confesses

and the boy and girl wind up...

- Well, is it sad in any place?

- Some of 'em cry when his dog dies.

- Thanks!

- There's a newsreel and "Betty Boop".

Oh. There you are.

- It was a good show, wasn't it?

- Yes.

I liked the boy very much. Didn't you?

Why, I don't know. I only caught a swift

glimpse of him as you got out of his car.

As I got...

Oh. You saw me.

Mm.

Are you gonna tell?

Are you gonna do it again?

Uh-uh. Are you gonna tell?

No.

- Oh, here's your mother.

- Oh! Hello, Mother.

- Hello.

- Like the picture?

- Oh, it was fine.

- Uh-huh.

A little sad in places,

but it had a happy ending.

Uh, a young man was taking the blame

for his friend,

who wasn't a very strong character.

But the girl believed in the young man.

The nice young man, I mean.

And you know,

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