Tales of Manhattan Page #9
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- 1942
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EYE-TALIANS.
WHAT WON'T THEY
GET INTO NEXT?
WITH EVERY SUIT.
TWO PAIR.
WITH-THAT'S A HOT ONE.
SOMETHING IN A-
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
NOW THAT'S FINE.
IT FITS:
LIKE A GLOVE.
I DON'T WANT IT TO FI LIKE A GLOVE.
IS THAT ME?
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.
COOKING PASTRAMI.
OH, MY ERROR.
BUT GET ME OU OF THIS WINTER QUARTERS
HALF A TICK-
WAIT A MOMENT.
THIS COAT BELONGED
TO A MILLIONAIRE.
YES, SIR!
ONE OF PICCOLO'S MIDGETS.
HOW'S IT LOOK,
SHIGOGOOMI?
THE TRUTH, PROFESSOR,
IT AIN'T VERY GLAMOROUS.
TAKE YOUR FILTHY
HANDS OFF ME.
CHARACTER.
GENTLEMEN,
AFTER MUCH MEDITATION,
I'VE DECIDED
TO CONSUMMATE A DEAL.
SHALL WE ARRIVE:
AT A SUM?
VERY WELL.
THIS COAT...
FIF-
THERE'S NO ONE
THERE MUST BE. YOU'RE NOT TALKING TO ME.
I'LL GIVE YOU
WAIT A MINUTE!
UNHAND ME,
YOU BODY SNATCHERS.
I'LL-
HERE.
THANK YOU.
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.
OH, ANOTHER MEETING.
I THINK, SIR,
PROFESSOR POSSFLETHISTLE
OH, LECTURES,
MEETINGS.
HOME A NEW CRACKPOT.
I'VE HAD ENOUGH
OF THIS.
TO BE TRUTHFUL, SIR,
HMM?
OH! COCOANUT MILK.
RICHARDS, I BELIEVE
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,
THIS SECRET OASIS, SIR-
SHE NEVER WILL.
COME OVER HERE.
OH, SIR-
TAKE THAT.
YES. VERY GOOD, SIR.
THIS WILL BE THE STRONGES MILK THEY EVER DRANK.
YES, SIR.
PROFESSOR POSSFLETHISTLE-
GANGWAY, JAMES,
MY BONNY BOY.
MY DEAR:
MADAME LANGAHANKY.
IT'S SO NICE
TO SEE YOU.
OH, IT'S SO GOOD
THANK YOU.
PROTAGONISTS:
AGAINST OLD NICK'S BREW.
THANK YOU.
A windfall-a large
and prosperous audience.
BEFORE I PROCEED WITH
WHICH MY ASSISTAN IS PASSING AMONG YOU,
MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS.
COCOANUT OF KEDULLA-KEDULLA.
DRINK FREELY.
AH! HA HA.
Polite papaya.
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.
COMPARE:
THIS NOURISHING ELIXIR
WITH THAT INEXORABLE ENEMY
OF MANKIND... ALCOHOL.
ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES.
OF WHICH I SPOKE...
OF THE CONCOCTION
OF LUCIFER...
BEELZEBUB.
AND HERE-
AND HERE:
very good with bacon.
THIS MAJESTIC ORGAN
FALLS EASY PREY...
FALLS EASY PREY...
OF LIQUID SATURNALIA.
OH! IT'S AWFUL
STUFFY IN HERE.
OPEN THE WINDOW, WILBUR.
Better open the other alley.
WHERE WAS I?
OH, YES.
STORM BLEW UP,
AT A WAYSIDE INN.
FOR TEA, SNAKE'S LIVER-
SNAKE'S LIVER-HEH.
UH, SNAKE'S LIVER
AND DAINTY COOKIES.
WAITED UPON US.
SHE WAS A VISION
OF LOVELINESS.
IN A CRUDE CART.
OOH!
That's done it.
WAS!
MY ASSISTANT WILL
UH, THE HAT-PLATE,
UH, AMONG YOU.
I AM ALLERGIC:
I THANK YOU!
AND REMEMBER, FOLKS,
WE SHALL NOT RES UNTIL COCOANUT MILK IS
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
QUIET.
I'LL SLIP IN
IT'S STRICTLY
COME ON. HURRY UP.
TAKE IT EASY.
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.
TOMORROW.
MEET ME THERE:
NEXT WEEK.
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:
THE DAY:
BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
HALLELUJAH.
PRAISE THE LORD!
I BEEN PRAYING:
EVER SINCE:
I BEEN MARRIED.
GLORY!
PRAISE THE LORD!
THE LORD'S DONE
A TRACTOR,
WITH A BRAND-NEW ENGINE
A- HUMMIN' AND A-SHININ'
IN THE SUN.
TWO TRACTORS.
THREE TRACTORS.
A BIG PIECE:
OF BOTTOM LAND, SEEDS,
YOU AIN'T NEVER PRAYED
I WISHED FOR PLENTY, 'CEP MAYBE I DIDN'T BEND MY KNEES.
WISHIN' AIN'T PRAYIN'.
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
HE'LL TELL US
WHAT TO DO.
IF YOU PRAYEYED:
FOR A TRACTOR,
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