On the Town Page #5

She ought to be here any minute.

- Hey, look! Cops!

- Duck, everybody!

I'm sure he's up here, that sailor,

looks like the statue of Pithecanthropus.

We'll take a look around the building.

- Hey, that's my boss!

- Here, try these for size.

- Do you recognize the other guy?

- The professor from the museum!

- He seems to be looking for someone.

- Guess who, specimen?

Hey, what am I gonna do?

- I've gotta hide. Where am I gonna hide?

- There's no hiding place up here.

Come on.

My dinosaur... ruined. He broke it.

Look. Sailors.

- Having fun, kids?

- Yeah. Swell view from up here.

Do you happen to know another sailor,

a fellow who goes to museums?

Museums? Please. Sailors got other ways

of studying natural history.

You haven't seen another sailor

hanging around here, have you?

No. We haven't seen anyone

hanging around here.

What's the matter with you?

The altitude. It makes me sleepy.

You say this sailor was at the Museum

of Anthropological History today at 11:30?

Yes.

You're sure of his description?

I'll never forget him.

He has black hair, blue eyes...

...about five feet, eleven inches tall...

...Iooks exactly like the statue of

Pithecanthropus erectus, exactly.

We're looking for three sailors

and a lady cab driver.

A lady cab driver! Oh, how revolting!

Claire, did you ever...

You haven't seen 'em? Come along, Tracy.

I guess they're not up here.

Awe-inspirin', isn't it?

Majestic, that's what it is.

- It does a man's soul good to...

- Come on, Tracy.

What's the matter? Lose something?

- You poor darling! You brave thing!

- Why didn't you get rid of 'em sooner?

All these hours in the air!

I could get my wings for this.

- Or a striped suit. Let's go.

- No, I gotta wait for Ivy.

I don't believe you met her at all.

Where is she?

She had some big society affair to go to.

Maybe she had trouble breaking it.

Society affair? What does he think

Miss Turnstiles is?

He thinks she's a big celebrity.

Why tell him she's nobody?

It's his one day in town.

Oh, I get it.

I don't know what could have happened.

She promised me she'd be here.

Ivy!

Gabey! I'm sorry I'm late. But...

I thought you'd never get here.

I had a lot of trouble breaking

my engagement, but I'm glad I did.

Me, too. Well, here she is, Miss Turnstiles.

What do you know?

Ivy, this is Hildy, Claire, Ozzie, Chip.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're off on a lark.

I've got one suggestion before we embark.

There are lots of nice things

to do in the dark...

...but let's not go rowing in Central Park.

"We're going on the town

"New York

"We're riding on a rocket

"We're gonna really sock it

"Because tonight's the night

"We're goin' on a toot

"We're goin' to raise a riot

"The Brooklyn Bridge, we'll buy it

"And hit the Heights tonight

"Get high as kites tonight

"East side, West side, round the city

"One day, one night, that's the pity

"But we won't look ahead

"Or let the light of dawn get us down

"We're really livin', Jack

"We're goin' on the town"

Stop, fellas!

"What're we sayin'? Look over there.

The fleet.

"Doesn't she look sweet?

"What did we leave it for?

"What are we doing on shore?

"We're simply crazy about the Navy

"How's that?

"We love it more than we can say

"How nice

"We get lots of good fresh air

"The ocean is everywhere

"That's why we hate to get leave

and go away

"It's just so touching

Hear them say

"'Hate to get a leave and go away

Hate to leave the ship where life is play

"'AII the livelong day'

"Just think what we could be doin' today

"We could be swabbing the decks

"Sweeping the bunks with a broom

"We could be shoveling tons of coal

"Down in the boiler room

"Got news

"We got those shore-leave blues

"It's just so touching

"Hear him sob

He wants a pretty little deck to swab

"Polish up the railings and the knobs

Poor unhappy gobs

"Oh, we got news,

we got the shore-leave blues

"Especially me

"I miss the chow

"And that's not all, my friends

"Just think of this:

"Travel

"Adventure

"See the world

"The Navy. The Navy.

"Absolutely nothing does it lack

"And in the morning, tomorrow morning

"They'll have to come and drag us back

"On a spree

On a tear

"We're going north, south, east, west

Everywhere!

"We're goin' on the town

"We're kickin' back the traces

"We're gonna do the places

"We've never done before

"We're goin' on the loose

"We're blowin' all our dough in

"And we'll keep right on goin'

"As if no one before had any fun before

"Hot spots, swank spots, roofs and cellars

"Three smart girls

"And three slick fellers

"We're gonna paint it red

"We'll fill 'em up and then drink 'em down

"Let's have a ball tonight

"We're goin' on the town!"

- Looks a wee bit crowded.

- Leave it to me.

Waiter! Table for six, please.

Best you've got.

I'm sorry, sir. We are all filled up.

All filled up? I hear that's what

they always say in New York.

You better start scraping and bowing now

because the lady with me...

...happens to be none other than

the famous Miss Turnstiles.

Gabey, please...

Miss Turnstiles? What are you

talking about? No room.

Hey, you heard me. Miss Turnstiles

for June. Ivy Smith.

What is this, Miss Turnstiles?

Go away, Sailor.

Hey, Franois! Build us a table, will you?

I'm sorry, madame. There are no tables.

Of course, madame. A table, surely.

Garon! Table.

See that girl over there? Make a big fuss

over her. Miss Turnstiles.

- Miss Turnstiles? What is that?

- Never mind. Just make a fuss. Go ahead.

Miss Turnstiles! We are so proud

and happy to have you here.

Please come in. Our humble establishment

welcomes you with wide open doors.

There, you see! It worked like a charm.

It was nothing, really.

Gosh, this is a great table, huh?

Yeah.

Those girls are pretty.

Well, folks, what will it be?

Say, what's in this Explodo Bomborino?

Sounds good.

Four kinds of rum, brandy, grenadine,

lime juice, papaya juice...

...and the white of one duck egg.

Only 12 to a customer.

How about this one,

Dreamland Nightmare?

Vodka, champagne, prune juice,

floating chopped chives...

- He'll have a beer.

- Yeah, beer all around.

Pardon me, madame.

I'm so sorry. It was an accident.

I didn't really mean to sit on your lap.

I hope you all aren't hurt,

but I was pushed and...

Scram!

Hey, look!

Look out! Here she comes again!

- Where are those drinks?

- Here you are, folks.

Just what I wanted. A mug of solid glass.

"That's all there is, folks!

So, goodnight to you

"We hope you like

our Sambacabana review!"

Come on, let's dance

before the stampede starts.

All right, specimen. Let's go primitive.

Just a minute, Ozzie.

- Oh, Franois?

- Yes, madame?

Champagne, compliments of the house?

Yes, madame. With pleasure.

Compliments of the house.

Luckily we got leave

when we hit here, otherwise...

Champagne for Miss Turnstiles.

Compliments of the house.

Thank you. Isn't that nice?

Gee, that's terrific.

Gosh, I guess this happens to you

all the time, wherever you go.

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