Ten North Frederick Page #3

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...you can be, or you ought to be?

You marry Edith Stauchs Chapin.

You jerk. You're supposed to squeeze

the trigger.

Now aim carefully, and just

squeeze it off.

You jerked it again.

Come on, let's dance.

Wait a minutes. This is important.

Oh, come on, you're never going to hit it.

You did it!

There! You see!

Annie Oakly's sister.

Yeah.

You know I feel pretty good about being

out with the Lieutenant-Governor's daughter.

Don't be silly. Father isn't even

nominated yet.

Let alone elected.

Well, everybody's for him.

Who's everybody?

Well, my father and mother.

Everybody they know.

That's not everybody.

Come on, buster.

I get enough politics at home.

The trumpet-player is good.

I want to find out his name.

What do you care what his name is?

Come on, Ann.

Come on.

Hello.

Hi.

Could you tell me please, the name

of that trumpet-player there?

Hey Charlie, what's your name?

I'll buy it. What's my name?

No kidding! Society girl wants to know.

What do you want to know my

name for? You got a subpoena?

No. It's for my brother.

He's got some records made by this band.

And he thinks your playing is superb.

He really does.

Superb, huh? Well, good for him.

Well, what's your name? So I can tell him.

Bongiorno.

How do you spell that?

I'd better write it down for you.

Excellent.

You, uh, want my telephone number too?

No thanks.

How about a drink?

There's an intermission in a few minutes.

You're inviting us?

I'm inviting you. Both of you.

I've got a little jug.

I'm sorry we can't make it.

Okay.

We'll meet you at the intermission.

What's a matter with you anyway? Trying to

pick up a bum out of the orchestra like that?

Bum?

Bet he makes more money than

you'll make when you're twenty-five.

Well, at least, I won't be making it that way.

Let's go out in the car.

No. I'm not going out in the car.

Is that final?

Yes.

It's as final as the "Declaration Of Independence".

Then excuse me! Find somebody else

to take you home..

...your lousy trumpet-player for all I care.

What's your name? Where you from?

I gave you mine, but I was too dumb

to get yours.

I'm Ann Chapin.

And I'm from Gibbsville.

Gibbsville huh? What do you know about that?

I played there last winter.

So that's where you live, huh?

All my life. I was born there.

I was born in Jersey City, New Jersey.

Are you married?

Am I married? Not in this business.

Are you?

No.

Huh!

Well, I don't know who belongs to this but..

...be my guest.

Hang on to this, will you?

This stuff keeps me going

through the intermission.

I don't get tired playing.

But when I stop I do.

Now, you tell me when.

That's perfect.

None of that stuff for me, thank you.

Where did you learn to play?

Oh, one of the sisters. You know, the nuns.

A nun who played the trumpet?

Why sure.

A good musician can blow anything.

She was good too.

She taught one of the kids clarinet,

and me the horn.

She used to beat our ears back too..

...if we didn't practice one hour a day.

Sister "Angelica".

She didn't have to beat my ears back.

Because after the first go, you know I liked it.

Say, do you like a good trumpet?

Well, I don't really know much about it.

It's my brother.

Oh, I love a good horn.

Why, if wasn't for the old axe,

I guess I could have been..

What?

The axe, the horn, the trumpet. You know?

Oh.

Well, like I was saying.

I could have been a dead gangster by now.

Yeah.

Couple of friends of mine.

We grew up together.

They ended up on a Jersey meadow.

Could have been me.

Say, um..

What would your family say if they knew

you were out with a guy like me?

Plenty.

Well, you ought not to be. But I'm glad you are.

Do you know, some guys with bands..

...they'd have half your clothes off by this time.

I was taking a chance, wasn't I?

Well, what did you do it for? Kicks?

No... no!

Don't give me that, please.

I was just..

...interested.

In yours truly?

Well, you know, the boys I go out with.

Well, when you..

...fold a paper over and over and

cut out a paper doll.

You get a lot of dolls just alike.

Know what I mean?

Well, I've quit playing with paper dolls but..

...I know what you mean.

Well, you're different.

What you're doing is real.

Guess I respect you for that.

Respect me for...?

And just to show you how much

I respect you I..

...I ain't even going to kiss you.

And you're pretty too.

Hey, you're real pretty.

Does it... does it hurt to play?

No. Why should it?

I don't know... I don't know.

But I, heard it somewhere.

Doesn't it make your lips... sore?

Now you want me to kiss you, don't you?

If you want to.

Having a good time, sonny-boy?

Sure.

Uhoh, this your car?

I'm sorry mister.

Hey!

Don't you know no better..

...than to take a broad to somebody else's car?

Look, I said I was sorry.

How do we know you ain't going

to steal the car?

From the back seat I was going to steal it, huh?

Look, your car was just handy, that's all.

Yeah, I'll say it was handy.

Cute chair!

Come on! Let's get out of here.

Charley!

Charley.

Come on Johnny! Let's go!

Edith.

Thank you.

Joby.

Joe! You think we should?

Edith. We have to celebrate.

You'll learn to drink at Newhaven anyway.

To my son on being accepted by Yale.

Joby I'm proud of you.

I wish I could share your enthusiasm.

Well boola-boola!

Mr. Slattery is here to see you sir.

Ask him in.

Come in Mr. Slattery.

Thank you.

Well, Mike. This is a pleasant surprise.

Will you join us?

Hi Joe. There isn't time. I've picked

the Evening Sun.

Grayson's column. The second paragraph.

"Dog days in Lantern, Mengo County."

"For some reason Mike Slattery is trying

to convince the powers that be that..."

"that one Joseph B. Chapin of Gibbsville..."

"ought to get the nomination for

Lieutenant Governor."

"Friend Mike must be getting inside

society at Lantanegro Way."

"Mr Chapin is so high-and-mighty,

such a snob that..."

Perfectly revolting!

I never even met this fellow Grayson!

You been running out in front. Now the

opposition has had a chance to develop.

A cheap political columnist!

That isn't what worries me.

He's the mouthpiece for the powers-

that-be that he mentions here.

What are we going to do about it?

Well luckily Gorman of the Daily News is

in town. He hates this Grayson.

Maybe we can get him on our side.

Well, I'll be available all day tomorrow.

I mean now, Joe. We're taking him

to dinner tonight.

My car is outside.

Well, just as you say, Mike. You're the doctor.

Sorry to break up your evening, Edith.

Perfectly alright. We're very grateful to you.

Don't be.

This piece not only makes a horse's

hind-quarters out of your husband.

It also makes one out of me.

Let's go Joe.

Hello, Ann.

Hello Mr. Slattery.

Father. Could I see you for a minute please?

Well, I'm just on my way out dear.

Will it keep until tomorrow?

Sure... Guess it will keep alright.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing's wrong.

Why should anything be wrong?

What is the matter?

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