The Actress Page #10

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of being in the soup.

On the other hand,

if it's gumption

that it takes

to be an actress,

you certainly got

that, all right.

I know what's going

on inside you, snuggy.

Your mother says

you're like me.

I guess maybe,

for better or

for worse, you are.

I don't think

you got any idea

what you're tackling,

but i'm willing to

help you find out.

I always staked you

in the past.

I'm willing to continue

along the same.

Clinton, what are you

going to do?

Going to wrap this

up in a newspaper,

if i can find

a good one.

Get me

the boston globe.

Now, snuggy, when

you get to new york,

you take this to

captain alec forbes,

555 south street,

and he'll give you

$100 for it.

Papa, I...

and if

captain forbes

happens to be away

on a voyage,

you take it to

any ship's chanter

along that street.

Ain't one of them

won't give you 100

for it, spot cash.

Papa, i can't take it.

I wouldn't.

It's your spyglass.

Money is for

those who need it.

I got no further use

for a spyglass.

But i know

i can get a loan.

Ah, don't be

bousing your jib.

You may love

your hazel dawns,

but you know money

is an ever-loving

friend, too.

But what about

you and mama

if maybe i didn't

get a job right off?

Rest easy, now.

I been on the payroll

since i was 8 years old.

I been cast

overboard before.

Ain't like i was

trying to get a job

as vice president,

you know.

There's always plenty

of room at the bottom.

Oh, papa,

i want only merely

just to look after

you and mama,

but we'll have things,

and every time

we feel like it,

we'll throw away $50.

When i was

a little girl,

there were just

three things i wanted...

a pony, a gold watch and chain,

and a velvet dress.

I got the pony,

and papa got me

the gold watch and chain.

I feel sure someday you'll

get me the velvet dress.

I will, mama. I will.

All right, now.

It's time to go.

Ruth, you got

your handkerchief

and your railroad

ticket?

Papa will take

your suitcase.

You take it, clinton,

and i'll take her lunch.

Tomorrow morning

in new york city,

i'll be eating

bread you made me

and peanut butter from

old backus' groceries.

Backus! Why didn't it come

from s. s. Purse?

Oh, clinton.

Ruth, you take

fred whitmarsh's carnations

and... and papa's

spyglass.

I ain't never talked to you

a whole lot, snuggy,

and i ain't gonna start

spouting now,

but if i didn't think you

could take care of yourself,

i wouldn't let you go.

I ain't gonna set down

no rules for you to follow

or no special chart

for your course.

There's just one thing

i'd like you to promise me.

No matter

what happens, snuggy,

don't ever act in no place

where they sell hard liquor.

Oh, papa, no matter

if it kills me,

i'll make this up

to you and mama.

I'll make good.

You see if i don't.

It's a wonderful

thing, ruth,

to have a father

that believes

in you $100 worth.

I'll make it up to

you somehow, papa.

Ah, no need to doff your top

and feel beholden.

You're just getting

what's yours by right.

You're just getting your chance,

that's all.

On your side of the ledger,

if now and then you think

kindly of your ma and me,

why, everything

will come out square.

Come on, now.

Heave anchor.

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