Man on the Flying Trapeze Page #4

Mr. Wolfinger, would it be possible | for me to have the afternoon off?

I'd like to go to the wrestling | matches. I found a ticket.

Found a ticket? | What row was it in?

Just a general | admission ticket.

Well, I don't know. You'll have | to ask that sterling Mr. Peabody.

My mother's a great friend | of Hookalakah Meshobbab's.

She is, eh? Hookalakah. | I never knew his first name.

Well, that may help some. | Anyway, you ask Peabody.

I don't know | anything about it.

Good morning, Mr. Malloy. | Where have you been, Wolfinger?

I... Don't you remember?

You sent me to the bank to deposit | those checks and I had to wait there.

It didn't open till 9:00.

Oh, yes, of course, I forgot.

Now, what do you know | about J. Farnsworth Wallaby?

J. Farnsworth Wallaby... | Just a minute.

Miss Dickson, take this | down for reference, please?

Yes, sir.

J. Farnsworth Wallaby. | He's an Australian sheep man.

Came here about six years ago and | bought $8,000 of the woolen goods

to take back to Australia.

His credit is A-one.

He has two boys.

One is | a champion tennis player,

and the other one is | a manly little fellow.

You played golf with him. You quit | at the eighth hole, I think it was.

It rained. | You had a 94 up to then

and he had an 82.

He had a friend with him.

The Mithintith of Bobandale, | an Indian potentate.

And that night you all went | out to a cabaret, remember?

And you hurt your eye | some way or other.

It got all black around there, | and someone

surreptitiously placed a lady's | silk stocking in your pocket.

That will be all, Wolfinger.

Thank you.

Here you are, Mr. Malloy.

Thank you.

Mr. Malloy, if you want any further | information, I'll be in my office.

Very well, Peabody.

Well, well, well! Bless my heart. | If this isn't a sight for sore eyes.

Well, how are you, | Mr. Malloy?

J. Farnsworth Wallaby, eh?

That's right.

All the way | from the Antipodes.

Yes.

Sit down. Come, roll up a chair | and make yourself comfortable.

Here, have a cigar.

Thanks.

Well, well, well, this | certainly is a pleasant surprise.

By the way, how are those | wonderful sons of yours?

That... The tennis player, | and the other chap?

Oh, topping, topping!

Mr. Wolfinger.

Mr. Peabody wants a copy of that | letter we wrote to Mr. Knute...

S- C-H-V-E-N-D-E-N-B-O-R-G | of... K-J-O...

Why don't you kids learn | how to pronounce names?

Of...

He thinks it was about | four years ago.

Yeah. Yeah, that's...

Oh, I know who it is. | Surely. Four years ago.

It was three-and-a-half | years ago. Hold that.

Two years. Three years.

Three...

What is that doing in there?

Belongs over there. Everything's | all misplaced around here.

There it is. Four years ago.

Three-and-a-half years ago, to be | correct. Tell him that, will you?

Mr. Malloy. | Yes.

Would I be imposing on your good | nature if I asked for the afternoon off?

What for?

Why, my poor, dear mother-in-law, | Mrs. Neselrode, died several days ago.

Oh, I am sorry.

This is sad news indeed to me.

Thank you. | We're burying her today,

and I'd like to get the afternoon | off to go to her funeral.

Why, of course.

Why, you haven't had a day | off in 25 years. No, sir.

That's quite all right. Oh, what | did the dear old lady die of?

Who?

Why, your mother-in-law, | Mrs. Neselrode.

What was the complaint?

Oh, there wasn't | any complaint.

The other night | she got a chill, and she...

I said, "Why don't you take | a little drink of this... "

I understand. And she said, | no, she wouldn't have it.

Poison liquor, eh? | Poison liquor.

You know, it's a crying shame.

There have been 13 deaths from poison | liquor within the last fortnight.

However, | I suppose death is inevitable.

Yes, sir.

Well, you be brave, Mr. | Wolfinger, and make the best of it.

You're made of sterner stuff.

Thank you, Mr. Malloy.

Thank you.

You'll have very little difficulty | in getting off this afternoon.

I won't be here.

My poor mother-in-law died three days ago. | I'm attending her funeral this afternoon.

Isn't that terrible, | Mr. Wolfinger?

Yes, it's terrible. | It's awful. Horrible tragedy.

It must be hard to | lose your mother-in-law.

Yes, it is, very hard.

It's almost impossible... It's very | difficult. It's hard to lose them.

Don't forget to lock that | desk, will you, before you go?

Yes, Mr. Wolfinger.

All right. Goodbye.

Good night.

Yes, sir.

Peabody, inform the | departments of the sudden death

of Wolfinger's mother-in-law, | Mrs. Neselrode, several days ago.

Funeral's this afternoon.

I think we should let him know that | his fellow workers sympathize with him.

I suggest their sending | flowers or cards of sympathy.

And also contact the press | and notify them of the tragedy.

May I suggest that | we inform the press

that he is an employee | of the Malloy Company?

Excellent idea, Peabody. Yes. | You attend to it, will you?

Thank you, sir.

By the way, | what did she die of?

Bad liquor.

Attention, boys and girls.

I have a very sad message | to deliver to you.

Poor Ambrose Wolfinger's | mother-in-law, Mrs. Neselrode,

died several days ago.

Mr. Wolfinger, | whom we all honor and respect,

is going to the funeral | this afternoon.

If any of you wish to send a little | floral piece or message of condolence,

you may send it to | Mrs. Ambrose Wolfinger,

1627 Charter Street.

Pull over to the curb.

Have you a driver's license?

Nice work, nice work.

Didn't you see that | motorcycle there?

No, sir.

Well, didn't you see these | "No Parking" signs here?

No, sir.

In other words, you were driving without | looking where you were going, huh?

Well, in a way, yes.

Let me see your | operator's license.

Going to | the wrestling match?

Yes, I... I certainly | am if I can make it.

It's gonna be | the battle of the century.

What's your occupation?

Memory expert.

What's your occupation?

Memory expert.

This Meshobbab will kill that | Russian and toss him out of the state.

Oh, do you think so? I got a | couple of bucks to bet on Tosoff.

I got a secretary that thinks... | Her mother's a great friend...

Thank you.

A great friend of Meshobbab.

Boy, that's one detail I'd | sure like to be assigned to.

So would I.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

How do you do, sir?

Where are you going?

I'm going to | the wrestling matches.

Have you a driver's license?

I bought my ticket... Haven't bought... | Yes, a driver's license, yes, sir.

Do you know what | this red curbing means?

Yes, sir.

What does it mean?

No parking.

That's right. Now can you | read those letters down there?

Oh, yes, yes.

Would you... | "No parking. No parking. "

Would you mind reading | the lettering off to me?

Again?

"No parking. "

Read them once again, | will you?

"No parking. "

Now just once more | to be sure you got it right.

"No parking. "

Well, that's fine.

You knew the red paint on the | curb meant you couldn't park here.

Yes, sir.

You also read the sign "No parking" | painted in bold letters on the curb.

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