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Louella Parsons' column?

Seen it? I've memorized it.

If Nell Wayne,

beautiful Warner Bros. Starlet...

...isn't accepting any dates...

...it's because of Corporal Rick Williams,

now overseas.

A boy from her hometown

and her own private hero.

What a buildup.

The heroes of Waikiki Beach.

That's us.

It does taste like goat's milk.

Bah.

- Corporal Rick Williams to see you, sir.

- Send him in, sergeant.

- Corporal Williams.

- Colonel...

...could I have a little talk with you?

- Sure. What's on your mind, corporal?

Well...

...at least once a month now

since I've been here...

...I put in a request

to be transferred to a combat unit.

Nothing's happened.

That's probably

because you're needed where you are.

Men flying the transports

are doing a vital job.

But the same thing's happening to me

that happened to the mice.

- Mice?

- Yes, sir.

You see, there was a scientist.

He was experimenting with some mice.

Well, he put them in a little chute

and at one end there was some cheese.

But before they could get to the cheese,

they fell through a trapdoor.

When they'd run at the cheese,

they'd fall through the trapdoor.

Do you know what happened

to those mice, sir?

Yes, I read the article.

They went crazy.

Exactly.

And that's just what the Air Force

is doing to me.

All I do is fly back and forth...

...back and forth

between here and Honolulu.

Look, sir,

before I go out of my mind...

...I gotta fly out of here just once...

...and not have that trapdoor

sprung on me at Hickam Field.

Corporal, with Miss Wayne up here,

if your mind is still on mice...

...you'll be a credit to a combat unit.

Put in another request.

It'll have to go through channels

but I'll speed it up.

Thank you, sir.

- Oh, Williams?

- Yes, sir.

Been up to the hospital lately?

- No, sir.

- Louella Parsons is looking for you.

Me, sir?

Come along.

- You can ride up with me.

- Yes, sir.

- All right, corporal.

- Yes, sir.

- Rick, darling.

- Hello.

We were ready

to send a search party out for you.

- So you're Rick.

- Yes, ma'am.

Nell, I approve. I like him.

We were just about

to join the others for lunch.

You come along too, Rick.

You're elected guest of honor.

Would you think it awful of me if I

wanted to have lunch with Rick alone?

- We have so much to talk about.

- Why, of course not.

But don't you try

any disappearing act.

I have a special reason

for wanting the two of you...

...at the hospital auditorium tonight.

- Don't worry. We'll be there.

- That's a promise.

- Bye-bye.

- Goodbye.

- You can ride with me.

- Oh, thank you, colonel.

Be at the corporal's

and Miss Wayne's disposal.

Yes, sir.

Why did you have to show up?

Couldn't you have found a rock

to crawl under?

- Hey, what's going on? A minute ago...

- Get this straight.

We are a big human-interest story.

According to Louella Parsons...

...our romance was the start

of Hollywood people coming up here.

They're doing a wonderful job.

Couldn't spoil it

by telling them what a phony you are.

Oh, well, that's big-hearted of you.

Don't tell me you're not happy about it.

You're a big success, corporal.

Before the day's over,

you'll probably be a sergeant.

Do me a favor, will you,

and stop interfering in my life.

- Me, interfering?

- Yes, you.

Who started all this?

Who was it who came up to my hotel?

Who was it that blabbed

to Louella Parsons? Who was it that...?

Never mind. Sergeant, stop the car.

- Where do you think you're going?

- Back to the barracks.

I'm posted in operations

to go out tonight.

The troop is dying to meet you. So while

they're here, we're gonna be together.

Suit yourself, but I'm going to bed.

MAN [O VER SPEAKER]: This is a special

night up here, men. Hollywood takes over.

And to get things started...

... here's Gordon MacRae

with a vocal assist by the Air Force.

[SINGING]

Let me stand

With the grip of the plow in my hand

On the good green acres of home

My land

Where a friend is treasured

And your wealth is measured

By the strength of heart

And hand

- Let me live

- Let me live

With the sun and the wind

And the rain

While I plant my acres

With golden grain

Let me build my love nest

With a stick and stone

On the good green acres

Of home

Everybody, sing.

MEN [SINGING]:

Let me stand with the grip

Of the plow in my hand

On the good green acres of home

My land

Where a friend is treasured

And your wealth is measured

By the strength of heart

And hand

MEN:
Let me live with the sun

And the wind and the rain

While I plant my acres

With golden grain

Let me build my love nest

With a stick and stone

On the good green acres of home

My home

The good green acres

Of home

Where's Rick?

He hasn't shown up yet.

No?

Well, I'm expecting him any minute.

He probably overslept.

Well, what happens now?

After the note I sent him

begging him to come here...

...if he doesn't show up, I'll...

- Take it easy, Nell.

Now, men, Nell Wayne and Gene Nelson,

assisted by the Cheerleaders...

... showing you what happens

when things don't come naturally.

"It's Magic!"

You know, things that I've done lately

sure would frighten you.

If you care to listen, I'll enlighten you.

[SINGING]

I'm sure Houdini and his crew

Couldn't do the things I do

See what I mean?

I simply think of someone unattainable

That's when things become

So unexplainable

I merely turn my thoughts to her

And the miracles occur

When I recall her kiss

I suddenly go up like this, it's magic

Don't ask me why or how

I only know it's happening now

It's magic

And then those voices start

To fill the air

I hear a melody

And suddenly they're there

And then

To chase the gloom

Her smile makes all the roses bloom

It's magic

I just remove my gloves

And suddenly they're two white doves

It's magic

Oh, why I ask myself

If I can do all the things that I do

Why can't I find a magic way or word

To bring me you

Doo, doo, doo

Bah, bah

You, you, you, you're in trouble

Knew you'd be seeing double

Boo, boo

Bah, bah, ba doo bah

Don't! You won't like it

GENE:
Oh no?

CHORUS:
You'll be sorry

She's a doll

CHORUS:
Doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

You sigh, the song begins

You sing and I hear violins play

It's magic

The stars desert the skies

And rush to nestle in your eyes

It's magic

Without a golden wand

Or mystic charm

Fantastic things begin

When I am in your arms

Why do I tell myself?

These things that happen

Are already true

When in my heart I know

The magic is my love

For you

Pardon me, sir.

Some newspaper people are here

to see Miss Parsons.

She's in one of the hospital wards

talking to the boys.

- Better phone her.

- Yes.

Wait. I can handle this.

Hi, fellas.

Well, what kept you?

Shock. Whoever heard of Louella Parsons

cutting the working press in on a yarn?

This is one story she's willing to share

with the opposition.

- What story?

- Spill it, George.

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