
Tales of Manhattan Page #9
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- 1942
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EYE-TALIANS.
WHAT WON'T THEY
GET INTO NEXT?
TWO PAIR OF PANTS
WITH EVERY SUIT.
TWO PAIR.
TWO PAIR OF PANTS
WITH-THAT'S A HOT ONE.
HOW DO YOU DO, UH-
I'D LIKE TO SEE
SOMETHING IN A-
HOW DO YOU DO?
IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN-
WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?
HAD EVERY RIGH IN THE WORLD,
TILL HE PULLED A KNIFE
ON HIM THAT LONG.
CHARLIE! CUSTOMER!
WAIT A MINUTE!
WAIT A MINUTE!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
WAIT A MINUTE!
TAILS! QUICKLY!
UNHAND ME!
COME THIS WAY.
WE'LL GIVE YOU-
ARMENIAN RUG PEDDLERS!
HOW ARE YOU, SONNY?
HAVE THE FINESSE
OF A HERD OF BRAHMA BULLS!
NOW THAT'S FINE.
LET GO OF ME!
IT FITS:
LIKE A GLOVE.
I DON'T WANT IT TO FI LIKE A GLOVE.
I WANT IT TO FIT LIKE
A SUIT OF CLOTHES-
IS THAT ME?
SEEMS TO BE QUITE
AN ILLUSION HERE.
BUT GET ME OU OF THIS STRAITJACKET!
HE DOESN'T LIKE IT.
WHY, IT'S JUS LIKE NEW ON HIM.
A LITTLE GAMY,
ISN'T IT?
A LITTLE HIGH.
MY WIFE'S IN THE KITCHEN
COOKING PASTRAMI.
OH, MY ERROR.
BUT GET ME OU OF THIS WINTER QUARTERS
FOR BEES AND INSECTS!
HALF A TICK-
WAIT A MOMENT.
THIS COAT BELONGED
TO A MILLIONAIRE.
YES, SIR!
MUST HAVE BEEN A JOCKEY OR
ONE OF PICCOLO'S MIDGETS.
HOW'S IT LOOK,
SHIGOGOOMI?
THE TRUTH, PROFESSOR,
IT AIN'T VERY GLAMOROUS.
MAYBE THE SUI TOO BULGY.
TAKE YOUR FILTHY
HANDS OFF ME.
THE BULGE GIVES ME
CHARACTER.
IT DENOTES A BIG HEART.
GENTLEMEN,
AFTER MUCH MEDITATION,
I'VE DECIDED
TO CONSUMMATE A DEAL.
SHALL WE ARRIVE:
AT A SUM?
VERY WELL.
THIS COAT...
YOU CAN HAVE I FOR $15.
FIF-
THERE'S NO ONE
IN BACK OF YOU.
THERE MUST BE. YOU'RE NOT TALKING TO ME.
I'LL GIVE YOU
3 SMACKERS FOR IT.
YOU BETTER TAKE IT OFF.
WAIT A MINUTE!
UNHAND ME,
YOU BODY SNATCHERS.
I'LL-
GIVE YOU THE $15.
HERE.
THANK YOU.
I'LL WEAR IT MYSELF.
I'LL BREAK IT IN.
THANK YOU FOR NOTHING.
COME, MY ANEMIC
BLOOD BANK.
HERE. HOLD THESE.
I'VE BEEN HOODWINKED.
I'VE BEEN ROOKED.
FLEECED BY A COUPLE
OF ESKIMOS.
OH, BEG PARDON,
MR. LANGAHANKY.
THAT YOU SHOULD REMAIN
AT HOME THIS EVENING.
SHE WAS QUITE FIRM.
OH, ANOTHER MEETING.
WHAT IS IT TONIGHT?
I THINK, SIR,
IT'S THE UPTOWN ASSOCIATION
PROFESSOR POSSFLETHISTLE
WILL BE THE LECTURER.
OH, LECTURES,
MEETINGS.
EVERY WEEK SHE BRINGS
HOME A NEW CRACKPOT.
I'VE HAD ENOUGH
OF THIS.
TO BE TRUTHFUL, SIR,
HMM?
OH! COCOANUT MILK.
RICHARDS, I BELIEVE
I HAVE AN IDEA.
THIS EVENING'S LECTURE
IS GOING TO BE THE LAS IN A LONG
AND PAINFUL SERIES.
WITH THE HELP OF GRANDFATHER, OF COURSE.
BUT, SURELY, SIR,
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO-
DON'T YOU WORRY A THING.
BUT IF MADAME SHOULD DISCOVER
THIS SECRET OASIS, SIR-
SHE NEVER WILL.
COME OVER HERE.
OH, SIR-
TAKE THAT.
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
YES. VERY GOOD, SIR.
THIS WILL BE THE STRONGES MILK THEY EVER DRANK.
YES, SIR.
YOU'LL BE CHARMED WITH
PROFESSOR POSSFLETHISTLE-
GANGWAY, JAMES,
MY BONNY BOY.
MY DEAR:
MADAME LANGAHANKY.
IT'S SO NICE
TO SEE YOU.
OH, IT'S SO GOOD
OF YOU TO HAVE ME.
PUT IT IN THERE.
THANK YOU.
MY BROTHER AND SISTER
PROTAGONISTS:
IN THIS GREAT BATTLE
AGAINST OLD NICK'S BREW.
THANK YOU.
A windfall-a large
and prosperous audience.
BEFORE I PROCEED WITH
THAT THE DELICIOUS BEVERAGE,
WHICH MY ASSISTAN IS PASSING AMONG YOU,
IS ONE OF MOTHER NATURE'S
MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS.
COCOANUT OF KEDULLA-KEDULLA.
DRINK FREELY.
AH! HA HA.
Polite papaya.
EH, NOTE THE PLEASING
RESULTS:
OF THIS HARMLESS,
YET EXOTIC, LIQUID.
AHH!
NOTE THE TINGLE:
AS IT TIPTOES:
THROUGH THE BODY,
TRIPPING O'ER THE TONGUE...
THROUGH THE ESOPHAGUS.
HOW DIFFERENT THE EFFECT.
COMPARE:
THIS NOURISHING ELIXIR
WITH THAT INEXORABLE ENEMY
OF MANKIND... ALCOHOL.
DO NOT FORGET THE NAME.
ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES.
THIS IS THE ESOPHAGUS
OF WHICH I SPOKE...
TO FEEL THE SHOCK
OF THE CONCOCTION
OF LUCIFER...
BEELZEBUB.
AND HERE-
AND HERE:
WE FIND THE LIVER...
very good with bacon.
THIS MAJESTIC ORGAN
FALLS EASY PREY...
FALLS EASY PREY...
TO THESE MISGUIDED MOMENTS
OF LIQUID SATURNALIA.
OH! IT'S AWFUL
STUFFY IN HERE.
OPEN THE WINDOW, WILBUR.
Better open the other alley.
WHERE WAS I?
OH, YES.
HERE IS THE BURMA ROAD.
I REMEMBER THE TRIP WELL-
STORM BLEW UP,
AT A WAYSIDE INN.
FOR TEA, SNAKE'S LIVER-
SNAKE'S LIVER-HEH.
UH, SNAKE'S LIVER
AND DAINTY COOKIES.
A LITTLE GIRL NAMED MING TOY
WAITED UPON US.
SHE WAS A VISION
OF LOVELINESS.
SHE HAD MORE CURVES
THAN THE ROAD ITSELF.
IN A CRUDE CART.
OOH!
That's done it.
THIS BRINGS OUR JOURNEY
TO A VERY HAPPY CONCLUSION.
WAS!
MY ASSISTANT WILL
NOW PASS THE BUCK-
UH, THE HAT-PLATE,
UH, AMONG YOU.
I AM ALLERGIC:
I THANK YOU!
AND REMEMBER, FOLKS,
WE SHALL NOT RES UNTIL COCOANUT MILK IS
SOLD ON EVERY CORNER.
OF THE BLOCK.
GOOD EVENING.
OUCH!
SAY...
AH, MY CAR.
I'LL JUST HAVE
ONE FINGER.
NO, NO, NOT HORIZONTAL,
VERTICAL.
LET 'ER GO.
THEY WON'T EVEN TAKE
THE TIME TO LOOK AT ME.
QUIET.
I'LL HANDLE THE JOB.
I'LL SLIP IN
YOU GOT TO WEAR:
IT'S STRICTLY
A PARK AVENUE LAYOUT.
COME ON. HURRY UP.
TAKE IT EASY.
WE GOT TILL 10:
00.THE GUY WILL FIND
IT'S BEEN SNATCHED
AND START SQUAWKING.
SHUT UP.
OH, I'M A FRIEND
OF MR. REED PATTON'S.
GOOD EVENING, SIR.
EVENING.
GOOD PLAY TONIGHT?
YES, SIR.
PLACE YOUR BETS,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
STICK 'EM UP!
AAH!
NOT A BAD TAKE,
ABOUT 50 Gs.
IT'S WAITING.
SLIP THE PILOT 2 GRAND
AND NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
YOU'LL BE IN MEXICO CITY
TOMORROW.
MEET ME THERE:
NEXT WEEK.
DITCH THE CAR, NOT TOO
CLOSE TO THE AIRPORT.
WHERE'D THAT COME FROM?
HEAVEN.
HA HA HA!
SHUT YOUR MOUTH.
CAN'T YOU SEE
THE LIGHTNING:
PUT THE MARK OF THE LORD ON THIS THING?
I AIN'T ASKING WHERE
BUT IT COME:
AT THE RIGHT TIME-
THE DAY:
BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
HALLELUJAH.
PRAISE THE LORD!
I BEEN PRAYING:
FOR THAT BRINDLE COW
EVER SINCE:
I BEEN MARRIED.
GLORY!
PRAISE THE LORD!
THE LORD'S DONE
BEEN HERE AND GONE.
A TRACTOR,
WITH A BRAND-NEW ENGINE
A- HUMMIN' AND A-SHININ'
IN THE SUN.
I'M GONNA BUY ME
TWO TRACTORS.
THREE TRACTORS.
A BIG PIECE:
OF BOTTOM LAND, SEEDS,
YOU GOT TO PRAY:
YOU AIN'T NEVER PRAYED
FOR NOTHIN' IN YOUR LIFE.
I WISHED FOR PLENTY, 'CEP MAYBE I DIDN'T BEND MY KNEES.
WISHIN' AIN'T PRAYIN'.
IT AIN'T OURN TO KEEP.
IT'S SINFUL TO HAVE
SO MUCH MONEY.
REVEREND LAZARUS
- HE'S THE MAN OF GOD ON THIS PLACE.
HE'LL KNOW WHAT'S
ON THE LORD'S MIND.
LET'S TAKE
ALL THAT MONEY TO HIM.
HE'LL TELL US
WHAT TO DO.
IF YOU PRAYEYED:
FOR A TRACTOR,
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