Pin Up Girl Page #7

- Well, that's where we're going.

- Dooley, come in here.

- Okay, Chief. Coming.

I'll be back in a minute.

Talk yourself out of this one,

Laura Jones.

Your hat, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Dooley, but I don't

think it's right for us to come here.

After all, I'm your stenographer,

and people might talk.

Nonsense. You're not going

to run into anybody you know.

And besides, they'll probably

stick us behind a marble pillar.

- Telephone, Mr. Hall. They're calling you from backstage.

- Thanks.

- Hi, Eddie.

- Tommy.

I want to talk to you.

Be with you in just a second.

- Mario, get Mr. Dooley a ringside table.

- This way, please.

- Nice break.

- Mmm.

What?

Miss Lorraine isn't here yet?

But her number goes on in five minutes.

I'll be right there.

- Good evening. A single, sir?

- Yes. I'd like to be pretty well down front.

- I'm kind of hard of hearing.

- Yes, sir. This way, please.

- Have you had any luck?

- No, sir, and I've tried calling every place I can think of.

- Including the receiving hospital.

- This is all your fault.

If you hadn't brought that marine backstage

last night, I wouldn't be in this jam.

Listen, brother,

don't start throwing punches at me.

You'd better figure out what you're

gonna tell that audience out there.

Tommy Dooley is out front. Maybe he can

tell us where she is. Stay on that phone.

- With the dinner, I want the best champagne in the house.

- Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Mr. Dooley, but isn't this

a rather expensive way to get even?

You think that's the only reason

I brought you here?

I can't think of any other.

Can you?

Well, let's not talk about it.

Miss Lorraine goes on in two minutes, and

then you can see how little she means to me.

I wouldn't be at all surprised

if she didn't go on tonight.

- What makes you say that?

- By the tone of her letter.

- She sounded awfully upset.

- Well, she should be.

Pardon me, Tommy.

Meet my secretary.

Miss Jones, Mr. Hall.

How do you do?

Good evening. Have you talked

to Miss Lorraine today?

No. And what's more,

I don't care if I ever do.

Oh, boy, am I in a spot. She's supposed to

go on right now, and she hasn't shown up.

- Do you think anything's happened to her?

- I don't know.

I've called every place in town,

including the receiving hospitals.

- Have you tried the morgue?

- The morgue?

- You don't think for a minute she could've-

- Now, wait. Don't get excited.

People can be missing without being dead.

Miss Jones, why didn't you make me

get in touch with her this morning?

Well, don't just stand there.

Why don't you do something?

There's only one thing I can do: announce

to the crowd she won't appear tonight.

I'm not thinking about your show.

I'm worried about Miss Lorraine.

- We've got to find her. - Don't jump on me.

If you hadn't walked out on her last night-

- Pardon me, Mr. Hall. May I speak with you?

- Yeah. What is it?

Miss McKay wants to know

if you want her to go on first.

- Certainly. She'll have to. Tell her to get ready.

- Yes, sir.

- What do you mean,

if I hadn't walked out on her?

Listen, children

Listen to your teacher

Pay attention and learn your ABC's

And when you grow up

you can be a quiz kid

Or a guest of honor

On Information Please

Listen, children

Listen to your teacher

You gotta know your figures

if you wanna be considered bright

Tell us more

oh, teacher

Tell us more

more, more

Listen, children

Listen to your teacher

A boy plus a girl

Plus a rendezvous

Adds up to something

divided by two

Tell us more, oh, teacher

Tell us more

Much more

Tell us more

Teacher

If you wanna be teacher's pet

Here's a little motto

that you mustn't

No, you dasn't ever forget

Don't carry tales out of school

'Cause if you do

you're a fool

You mustn't tell

everything you know

And keep it to yourself

that I love you so much

Don't

Don't tell tall tales

Make it a rule

And though a busybody may insist

Don't let on that we've kissed

If you're a blabbermouth

you're off my list

So don't be a stubborn mule, baby

Don't carry tales

Tell us more, oh, teacher

Tell us more

There's nothing but ridicule for

a blabbermouth who breaks the rule

Don't carry tales

Out of school

- That girl's a blonde bomber.

- I don't know. I was engaged to her once.

What? You too?

What is this? An epidemic?

Just about.

She's engaged to 500 other guys.

Here comes one of them now.

Wait a minute.

How dare you disobey orders?

Didn't I tell you to stay away from her, and

didn't you tell me this morning you were through?

Yeah, but look, Chief.

I gotta find out what this is all about.

I'll tell you what it's all about.

She's out to trap you.

You're all wrong.

She's engaged to a marine.

She is not!

He just told me it was all off.

- Are you sure?

- Certainly I'm sure.

- I told you you don't know anything about women.

- Thanks.

- Wait a minute. Where you going?

- To take your advice, Chief, and learn about women.

Hello there. Long time no see.

- No, you don't, Tommy.

- Oh, now, Eddie.

- Not now. She's changing her costume for the next number.

- Be reasonable.

Did, did, did-d-d-d-did you hear

The story of the very merry widow

The merry widow

used to go for waltzes

And she danced a minuet

surprisingly swell

But she threw her waltzes away

Yep, the widow is hep today

Now the little lady

likes to do the rumba

And she really does it socko

At the Stork and El Morocco

Where they say she knows

her sambas very, very well

The merry widow

used to go for operas

In the royal box

she looked majestically swell

Now she gives her tickets away

And she's right in the groove today

For the little lady

likes a bit of boogie-woogie

And she traded Traviata

for a trumpet's ra-ta-ta-ta

And they say she digs her jivin'

Very, very well

When it was teatime

she used to stop in

For a cup of tea

with Mrs. Abercrombie

But now at teatime

she likes to drop in

For a double scotch and soda

or a Zombie

The merry widow

Wore the smartest dresses

In the sheerest black

she looked excitingly swell

But she packed her pretties away

Wears a uniform every day

Now the little lady

has no time for dancing

Does her job with great devotion

She's a cinch for big promotion

And they say she does her duties

very, very well

Very, very well

Very, very well

Now she hasn't any time for sambas

And she hasn't a minute

to spare for boogie-woogie

Hip-hip hooray

She's on her way

No time to play now

This merry little widow

is a busy little widow

Working for the U.S.A.

Company, atten-hut!

First and second squads, right.

Third and fourth squads, left. Face!

Right shoulder arms.

Hup-hup-hip-ho.

Forward harch.

Second platoon to the rip, harch.

Now the left flank, harch.

Left flank, harch.

First platoon to the rip, harch.

Company, halt.

Order arms. Hup-hup-hip-ho.

Right shoulder arms.

Hup-hup-hip-ho.

Left shoulder arms.

Hup-hup-hip-ho.

Port arms. Hup-hup.

Right shoulder arms.

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