Strangers May Kiss

Thank mr. Stewart for the

Use of his plane, will you?

Tell him we'll borrow it

Again next weekend.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, dear. I'm afraid we can't go. Why?

Aunt celia's coming down

From boston for thanksgiving.

Well, tell you

What we'll do.

We'll ask her to come

Along to the football game.

Ok?

That's just for fun.

Ok?

Ok.

Ha ha ha!

Oh!

Well,

That's ok.

Ha ha ha!

Say bye-bye.

And now

For the wicked city.

And the struggle for life,

Liberty, and elbow room.

With 8 million

Slaves.

Gosh, how I hate it.

We're the only

Free ones-us two.

And thus we'll stay,

Huh?

Yes, sir.

Ha ha ha!

Say, listen.

The next time

We're up in the air,

You be a great deal

More careful.

Yes, milord.

You're a very

Dangerous woman.

Oh. I suppose

If we climb a tree

Between here and new york,

It'll be my fault.

I suppose you

Might just as well

Get it over with

Right here and now.

There's an idea.

Uh-oh. Well, no more

Of that, now.

Yes, sir.

Uh, no, sir.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

How about

A drink of coca-cola?

Well, here we are.

Ha ha ha!

Tom.

Thank you.

Thanks.

I'm going

To the office.

I've got to see

The sporting editor

About seats for

The football game.

Darling, I forgot

All about it.

I made a date for this

Game, made it last year,

Before you came along and

Ruined my peace of mind.

Who is he?

Boy I used to go

To school with.

Come on. Be the big,

Broad-minded type.

Let's take stevie

Along. What do you say?

Ok, darling.

I'll phone you later

About dinner.

All right. Fine.

Bye.

Bye.

Oh, lisbeth.

Yeah?

If I thought that you

Were the least bit sorry...

Oh... Silly man.

I'd hurry right down to the

Brooklyn bridge and jump off.

Then we couldn't have

Dinner together, could we?

By jove, that's right.

So we couldn't.

No, we couldn't.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Bye, dear.

See you later.

If I could invent a cream that

Would make 37 look like 17,

I'd use it myself.

Mr. Furburton.

Don't send up any more

Advertising matter until I see it.

Yes. You're getting so artistic,

I'm almost a secret.

The geneva sterling stuff

Is for sale,

Not an artist's model.

Ha ha! Keep away

From the art department.

Good morning.

Good morning, mary.

I've made some footnotes.

Answer these,

Will you?

Yes, miss sterling.

And give these

To miss corbin.

Oh, here she is.

Hello, darling.

Good morning.

I'm 10 minutes late.

Did the business survive?

I'm so glad

You've come.

More complaints.

What?

Mm-hmm. You're

So sweet about them.

They give me a-

Well, no matter.

Poor dears.

They must be beautiful.

Hmm. I'd like to answer this one myself.

Well, go ahead.

I'll take it.

My dear madam,

The geneva sterling skin

Food does not lift faces,

And it has almost no effect on leather.

Yours so and so

And so and so.

Have you got it?

Yes. "dear madam,

"I'm sorry we did not

Solve your problem.

"write us more fully, and we'll give

The matter every personal attention.

Yours very sincerely."

Smart girl.

Have a grand time?

Oh, seventh heaven...

Eighth,

If there is one.

Had your breakfast?

Uh, yes. Uh, probably.

I don't know.

So you still

Love him?

Oh, more than the earth, the

Sun, the moon, and the stars...

With the milky way

Thrown in for good measure.

My dear child,

If you feel that way,

Why don't you

Marry him?

Ha ha!

Well?

Why don't you?

We don't believe in the

Awful necessity of marriage.

You mean,

He doesn't.

I mean what I said.

And by the way-

Hmm?

When did you go

Conventional?

When I got sense.

At present,

I'm carrying on

A purely platonic affair

With a very rich man.

Platonic.

You're funny.

No. Clever.

I'll marry him

Someday...

Unless he's smarter

Than I am.

Ha ha!

He isn't.

Go, team!

Oh!

Now, now,

Now, boys-

Come here, boys.

Hold him.

Oh, now,

Wait a minute, fellas.

Atta baby-curses!

Empty.

Foiled.

Aw, gee. That's

The kind of a-

Hey!

Come on! Come on!

Good gracious,

Steve!

Oh... Sorry.

No time for etiquette,

The young hyenas.

Well, how are the females

Of the species?

Thirsty son

Of old boston

Bursts into girls' rooms,

Pursued by angry mob.

Ha ha! Speaking of mobs,

Where's uncle andrew?

Yes, where

Is uncle andrew?

I don't know.

There's a telegram

I sent him last night

From boston.

Apparently,

He didn't get it.

Worried?

Oh, no.

He's always late.

Up to his knees

In business, you know.

Steve will be like that after you two

Have been married for a year or so.

Us married?

Haven't you heard?

There's a goof

Named alan.

Who is he?

He's the fly

In the ointment.

In fact,

The ointment

Is practically

All flies.

Well, what is he?

Well, your honor,

It's this way.

You see, he writes.

A foreign

Correspondent.

In a big way.

One of those guys who's always

Honing in on revolutions,

Having breakfast

With mussolini-

Wherever there's trouble in the

World, he goes and sits among it.

And no more home ties

Than a floating kidney.

Oh, you wouldn't be

Happy married to a man

Who traipses about

Like that.

Who's talking

Of marrying?

Every girl isn't born with a

Marriage license in her hand.

No, but steve's been in

Love with you for ages.

Ever since she

Stepped on my face

With her

Roller skates.

But seriously, I don't

Mean to be prying,

But if your mother

Were still alive-

Dear aunt celia,

I am free, white, and 21.

Sound in wind

And limb.

Shut up. And I know

My own mind.

New york's

Ruined her.

She has a mind

Of her own.

I don't have to settle

My whole future

On an empty tummy,

Do I?

No, of course

You don't, darling.

I'll telephone

Andrew's office.

There may still

Be someone there.

Use the phone in the

Other room, will you?

I'd like to be

Left alone

With the object

Of my passion.

Sir?

He hasn't proposed

For two weeks.

Maybe this is the moment

To sneak up on her.

I wish you luck.

Thanks.

The object of your passion is listening.

Well, tomorrow

We get married.

Sorry, stevie.

Awfully sorry.

Oh...

Tomorrow we don't

Get married.

Maybe you love me and

I don't realize it.

I do love you, steve, but

I'm not in love with you.

This other is something

Different-quite.

What are

His intentions?

If any?

You don't mean that.

Mm-hmm.

Does he love you?

Well, if he doesn't,

I'm just out of luck.

I think I'd better

Kidnap you.

You sound

A little mad.

Ha ha! It's nice to be a

Little mad once in a while.

Well, they

Didn't answer.

What luck?

She can't marry me,

She says,

Because the wind isn't

In the right direction.

Silly.

Oh, the gang.

Good. Let them in.

They're here.

They're late.

Hi!

How are you?

Fine, thank you.

Hello, dear.

You know geneva,

My boss.

Of course.

How do you do?

Imagine

Knowing geneva.

You'd have been

A bigger and better man.

If it hadn't

Killed me.

This is harry evans.

Latest victim of

Her bow and spear.

Pathetic, isn't it?

Hello. How are you?

Nice to see you.

Owns a big oilcloth mine

In toledo.

Don't you believe him.

It's a little bit of a one.

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