My Sister Eileen Page #3

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chase a cat through there.

And probably will.

Well, let`s get some sleep.

Maybe we can forget.

-Good night, Ruth.

-Good night.

-What was that?

-lt sounded like a machine gun.

Gee, Ruth, l`m awfully sorry.

Forget it.

I`m not going back there,

that`s all there is to it.

Why not?

In the first place,

they`ll soak us another cover charge.

No, they won`t.

And you can have those two dames.

You can...

Now, you get away from there,

you drunken loafers.

A dame.

You go away from there

or we`ll call the police.

Another dame. Hey, Pete!

Look, two babes. One for you, too.

But that one`s mine.

Okay, mine`s not so bad.

-You go away from there.

-Hello, cutie pie.

Get away, get away, get away!

I`m fit as a fid.d.Ie and. read.y for love

-Ruth, close that window.

-Me, close the window?

Don`t you do it, Ruthie.

I`d rather see her close it.

Ruth, please.

Look out behind you.

Come on, cutie, come to papa.

You take your hands away from there

or l`ll bust them off.

What`s going on here?

Come on, break it up. Break it up.

We`re just making a social call,

there, Officer.

-We was just leaving. Good night.

-Go on, get out. Go on.

I`m awful glad you came, Officer.

Say, you`re new in this neighborhood,

ain`t you?

Yeah, we just moved in today.

Well, if you`re smart,

you`ll move out tomorrow.

I like things nice and quiet on my beat.

I`m warning you.

Did you hear what he said, Eileen?

Yes, I did. Ruth, l`m afraid.

It`ll be all right, darling.

It`ll be all right.

Pardon me, please. Excuse me, please.

Excuse me. Mr. Wallace, please.

-Name?

-Eileen Sherwood, Columbus Little Players.

-You`ll have to wait.

-Well, I haven`t much time,

-and l`m sure if you told Mr...

-Say, listen, toots.

Columbus Little Players. Say, that`s big time.

I`m Chic Clark,

theatrical reporter on the Globe.

Always glad to meet

any member of the Columbus Little Players.

-How about an interview, Miss Sherwood?

-Why, thank you.

Well, let`s go over in the corner

and talk it over, huh?

Now, I don`t want you to feel self-conscious

or hold out on me

or worry about a thing.

Just tell me all about yourself, huh, sugar?

I have some new sketches.

Yes, Mr. Kinskey,

take them to the art department.

-l`d like to see...

-The manuscript?

-Yes, I want to see some of the...

-Sorry, no appointments with authors.

No manuscripts accepted here. Mail it in.

Mail it? I`ve been mailing them all my life.

-Sorry, that`s the rule here.

-That`s all right.

-I have an appointment with Mr. Craven.

-l`m sorry, he`s busy.

-You will have to wait.

-Thank you.

You don`t want an editor.

You want a rubber stamp.

-I want circulation.

-Well, let me alone and l`ll get it for you.

-What have you got there?

-Let me run The Manhatter for three months

with my policy

and without your interference.

You`re talking to

the owner of The Manhatter.

And the biggest bottleneck

in the whole organization.

People don`t want it, Frank, all that

high-class society rubbish week after week.

-This is good.

-Look, let me change the policy slowly,

-just as a trial.

-That`s fine. Put that through.

Let me run one human incident a week,

just one, a story, an article, a poem.

-And you know exactly what people want?

-Well, what you want isn`t selling.

So let`s go bankrupt your way, is that it?

On second thought, let`s go bankrupt

your way. It`s much quicker.

That`s all for today. Go on, get out.

Hey. Hey, you, can you read?

-Well, of course I can read.

-Well, do you read?

Yes, yes, and I write, too.

Here`s one of my stories.

Never mind about writing.

Everybody writes in New York,

-even people who can`t read.

-Well, I happen to be from Columbus.

Very interesting. Now you think carefully.

Have you ever read The Manhatter?

-No, no, not in years. I have...

-Good, come with me.

What do you want now? Who`s this?

-Mr. Craven, meet Miss... What`s your name?

-Sherwood. Ruth Sherwood.

Meet Miss Ruth Sherwood. She can read.

From Columbus, Ohio,

the middle of the universe.

Meet Mr. Craven,

the owner of all the Craven publications.

-How do you do?

-Sherwood? What does she do?

I just told you. She can read.

Now, Miss Sherwood,

in your time you have read The Manhatter.

Isn`t that true?

-Yes.

-When was the last time?

-Years ago.

-Years ago? Why did you stop reading it?

Who cares why she stopped reading it?

Take her out of here.

-Why?

-Well, it just didn`t interest me.

-Why not?

-Well, because...

Well, there are many more magazines

that I liked a lot better.

That`s no answer. Can`t you explain why,

or don`t you have any opinion?

Opinions? From Columbus, Ohio?

We think in Columbus, Ohio, too, you know.

As a matter of fact, we think your

magazine`s about 15 years behind the times.

-Go on, go on.

-You do, do you?

Yes, yes, we do. People used to go for

that chichi and fakey talk.

They didn`t know any better,

but life`s become a lot more real now.

-Has it?

-Yes, yes, it has.

People are aware of things.

We have radio now and movies,

and we`re right in the middle of the war.

When you come up against cold hard facts,

the phony things are shown up pretty quick.

The Manhatter. That`s just a bore,

not only to Columbus, Ohio,

but in 90%% of the nation.

-Thank you, Miss Sherwood.

-Wait a minute.

Where did you find this girl?

-Just outside.

-What was she doing there?

Miss Sherwood, the gentleman is trying

to make a point of some kind.

Tell him, tell us all,

what were you doing out there?

-I was trying to submit a manuscript.

-To which one of my magazines?

-The Manhatter.

-That`s all I want to know.

Your guinea pig slams The Manhatter,

but she`d like her material published in it.

-Well, now wait just one minute...

-Good day, Miss Columbus.

-Mr. Baker will pay you off outside.

-lf you`d like to know the truth,

I came to The Manhatter in desperation.

It was the last magazine I could think of.

Well, what do you know?

And now that l`ve met the brains of

the organization, l`m sorry I came at all.

Down please.

-Where`d that girl go?

-She just went down the elevator.

Ruth Sherwood, 233 Barrow Street.

Strawberries, 10 cents a box.

Strawberries, 10 cents a box.

-Are you hurt?

-No.

Mrs. McGillicudy must have

moved her clothesline.

You`re one of the new girls, huh?

My name`s Loomis.

My wife and I live upstairs.

How do you do, Mr. Loomis?

-Leave out the mister. Just call me Wreck.

-Wreck?

Yeah, that`s what they called me

at Georgia Tech.

I`d`a made All-American, only I was expelled.

Is your sister home?

-I expect her any minute now.

-Well, that`s swell,

because my wife and I have got something

we want to talk over with you.

Spaghetti and meatballs?

I smelled them coming by yesterday.

-They taste a lot better the second day.

-Sure.

Say, you know, some night

we all get together l`ll cook you up a dinner.

Anything you want, pot roast, leg of lamb,

shrimps Creole...

Gee, your wife`s a mighty lucky girl.

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