Man Wanted Page #2

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Why, of course I do.

Seeing you swanked was what

made me fall in love with you.

The swell way you carried your liquor.

Any boy that can get away with

what you did so politely, well ..

I want him for life.

Oh.

Is your mind at rest now?

Perfectly.

There is certainly nothing

to be gained by using it.

Goodnight, sweet.

Come in.

Well?

I'm from French & Sprague

with the rowing machine.

There's no reason why you can't deposit

that thing on the ground and sit down.

Thanks.

Well, I guess I'd better be

opening up the machine.

That's quite an idea.

Are you pretty strong

in the back muscles?

I have made no effort to arouse

your interest in my back muscles.

Oh, I just wanted to adjust

the machine for you, madam.

Okay, Harper.

I think we'll hold this

for further consideration.

Now let's get on with the letters.

Mrs Ames.

Here is the man with

the rowing contraption.

Oh.

I'll be with you in a moment.

You don't mind waiting, I hope?

No. Not a bit.

What next, Harper?

Cross and Eastman.

Oh yes.

Yes. The serial rights.

Oh .. thank you.

Hmm. Now, let's see.

Gentlemen.

Regarding your request for the English

serial rights to the Garrett novel.

I regret to inform you that a

clause in the author's contract.

I'm afraid this racket annoys you.

The racket does, but not the noise.

In case I'm not clear.

I have a habit of gazing

into space when I'm thinking.

I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realize.

Now, now. Don't flounder.

Now Harper, where were we?

A clause in the author's contract.

Oh yes, yes, yes.

Prohibits us from

disposing of the rights ..

In foreign countries.

Without his approval.

Unfortunately the gentleman is now

in China and out of communication.

Yours truly.

Hard to set up, huh?

No. I was just ..

How is your back?

I'll show you in just a moment.

No. I mean, how strong do you

want me to make this thing pull?

I know what you meant.

And I might row it for you.

To .. the American Paper Company.

Sorry Mrs Ames, but I

can't take any more.

Why not?

I understood we were to stop

at eight. It's after nine, now.

And I've broken an appointment

every evening this week.

But.

But you are paid overtime.

I know, but I can't give up every night.

But I'm swamped with work.

Just stay tonight and I'll make

other arrangements tomorrow.

Afraid I can't.

Why Miss Harper, please be reasonable.

Whom else can I get at this hour?

I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but I

simply cannot break another appointment.

I see.

Very well.

Goodnight.

Shall I report in the morning?

Only to the cashier. Goodnight.

Well.

Well.

I wonder if ..

I can't look at your machine

now. I'm terribly sorry.

Oh, that's alright.

What will you do, Mrs Ames?

Huh?

About your secretary?

I don't know. Confound that woman.

I'd be glad to help.

No. I'm afraid ..

If you need a stenographer ..

Are you one?

Not exactly, but ..

I used to take my lecture

notes in college in shorthand.

I'm no good on the machine, but ..

I could come down early in the morning

and give my notes to one of your girls.

Oh no, I couldn't let you do that.

But why not? You're in a jam.

Let me pay you for the work.

I'll let you buy the rowing machine.

Well, we might try.

Sit down.

What's your college?

Harvard. Really?

My husband is a Harvard man, too.

Shall we start?

Fine.

Thanks.

There you are.

This is to the American Paper Company.

15 Worth Street.

The city.

Gentlemen.

In going over your invoices, I find ..

Too fast?

No. Step on it.

Great.

Going over your invoices, I find they do

not tally with the records on our books.

Will you look at this matter immediately

and give it your earliest attention.

Thank you.

Will you have one?

Thanks.

Do you drink?

Why, thanks.

I am enquiring into your

habits. Are they steady?

I'm rolling around all I

can on my present salary.

Perhaps I'd better leave

well enough alone then.

I should say not.

I don't think you understand.

I'm sizing you up for a job.

Oh.

It's awfully nice of you Mrs Ames,

only .. Only what?

Well it is alright to

ingratiate oneself into a ..

Man's office. It's business.

We started casually,

but that can be remedied.

Of course.

You see, I have been having

trouble with secretaries.

The work is so uncertain.

It needs a man.

You understand our relations will

be purely of a business nature?

Of course, Mrs Ames.

It pays fifty a week and may

turn into something better.

That of course, will be up to you.

Well, I certainly appreciate the

chance, Mrs Ames. Good.

Oh, here we are.

Shall I expect you tomorrow morning?

Fine. Thank you.

Goodnight, Mrs Ames.

Goodnight, Mr Sherman.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in, dearie.

Alright. Hold your horses.

Why did you have the door locked?

I thought I'd better. The women

didn't know you were out.

Did you make the grade?

I sold the machine.

If you ask me those night sales are

in the nature of a recovered fumble.

Don't let your imagination

get the better of you.

Hey, did you come home emotional?

Maybe.

I'm on the staff of the 400 Magazine.

On her staff?

On the editorial staff, yes.

What a man.

Can't you get it through

your fat head ..

That today there are just as many

serious-minded women in business as men.

If you meet them, you don't

treat them like you're at a party.

Well, what did you do?

I didn't talk to her any differently

than I would to a man.

You were all alone with her?

Well, what of it?

Well, why didn't you?

Why should I?

Didn't she look good enough?

Well to simplify matters

for you, she didn't.

What did she look like?

What did she look like?

You about described her this afternoon.

Ha ha .. Hercules Hattie?

Something like that.

How did she part her beard?

Hey. Let's treat her with a little

respect. I'm working for her.

Hey, what's the old girl's name?

It's Lois Ames, isn't it?

I'll bet she's a bird

in a rowing machine.

Goodnight, dear.

Freddie.

If you tell another one,

I'll roll on the floor.

Well listen, listen.

Did you ever hear the

one about the old witch?

Here! What Cinderella lost her shoe?

Oh, Lois! Hello there.

Will you wild Indians be quiet?

Let a poor working girl sleep?

Oh Lois, this husband

of yours is killing us.

He's killing me, too.

Now will you play bridge

or make love or something.

Just let me sleep.

Now come on down, darling.

Give the old office a rest for a day.

No. I can't really, sweet.

Go up and tell her we're sorry.

Righto. As soon as I finish this.

I don't see how she does it.

She works all day and sleeps all night.

She gets the habit from Freddie.

No, no. My vices are inimitable.

I call business for women a silly fad.

Better talk her out of it.

Talk her out of it?

Oh no. Got to be liberal. I'd hate

to have her talk me out of Polo.

And besides, the magazine

isn't a fad with Lois.

It's a tradition. Handed down

to her from her grandfather.

It's one of those, you know,

"I've got to carry on" things.

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