The Big Broadcast of 1938 Page #7

step into the chart room,

I'll prove it to you.

After you, dear Captain.

After you, dear Captain.

Why, thank you.

Show that to your lawyer.

I got rid of him.

How many feet has he got?

Kicked an officer with his

cap on. That's mutiny.

Come with me, dear. We'll

go up the poop deck.

- Mr. Bellows!

- Ahoy, boy!

Step on that gas. Sorry,

sir, but this is a diesel.

Step on the steam.

Step on the diesel.

Don't answer me back. I'll crack

your skull with a belaying pin.

Why, Mr. Billows! Ah,

Bellows is the name, dear.

Yes. What's the matter with

this thing? It won't work.

I put a dollar and a quarter in here

this morning and only got a nickel out.

What number you playing?

Maybe that's the catch.

I'll just... Mutiny! Is

my lawyer in the house?

$40 million and a

ten-cent-store ax!

Oh, popsicle! An iceberg!

Pretty thing, isn't it? But

there are two of them!

Ah, they breed like rats.

Wait'll you see me go right in between

these two without scratching a fender.

Huh? I beg your pardon. I

didn't hear you, dear.

Where's she gone?

Probably fell overboard.

Watch this one.

Look out, fellas.

Look. I'll work

it with my feet.

Ought to put lights on those

things. It's awfully dangerous.

Let go there. Would

you go or not?

Just think, ladies

and gentlemen,

we're skimming over the water at the

amazing rate of a hundred miles an hour.

What a world of speed we live in.

Everything's been speeded up,

What a world of speed we live in.

Everything's been speeded up,

everything except the waltz.

Dances come and dances go,

but whether slow or hot,

very soon the latest dance...

Is deader than the turkey trot

But if any of you

were alive in 1785

You remember how people

were shocked and aghast

At a thing called the waltz

It was too, too risque.

The papers predicted

it never would last

But it's here today

And here to stay

Years go by the waltz lives on

You and I could

dance till dawn

Then we part but in my heart

The waltz lives on

Lovers never weary of

Waltzing while a moon's above

For it's still

the song of love

The waltz lives on

It's too old-fashioned do

the polka, do the polka

Dances come and dances go

But the waltz lives on

Lovers never weary of

Waltzing while a moon's above

For it's still the

song of love...

Rhythm, rhythm rhythm,

rhythm, rhythm

A dance to do up

there in Harlem so

Someone started truckin'

Do-bop-da 'n da 'n da-day

As soon as the news got round

Folks downtown came

up to Harlem saw

E-E-Everybody truckin' oh

It didn't take long before

Do-bop-la chi-da-dida

chip chip chi-da-dida

Over town you'll see them

scufflin' and truckin' along

Whoa, spread like

a forest blaze

Became a craze

thanks to Harlem now

E-E-Everybody's truckin'

Years go by

The waltz lives on

You and I could

dance till dawn

Then we part but in my heart

The waltz lives on

Lovers never weary of

Waltzing while a moon's above

For it's still

the song of love

The waltz lives on

Lovers never weary of

Dancing while a moon's above

For it's still

the song of love

The waltz lives on

Well, I never expected

to see this day dawn.

You're not seeing

much of it at that.

What's that noise anyway? Roaches.

Been keeping me awake all night.

The boat's full of'em.

Ten baby fingers

and ten baby toes

A mother 'tis a five-cent

friend after all

We're finally through, sir.

Oh, good.

Have to know how Eh?

Drat that whale.

It's been blowing its nose in my face

all night. What are you doing? Let go!

Land ho! It's Cherbourg, sir.

Cherbourg!

Ah! Where'd you want to go?

Cherbourg, of course.

Here we are. What are

you kicking about?

There's the Colossal

ahead, sir.

And by the grace of

Bellows'guardian angel.

If I'd listened to you, we'd have

probably landed in Lake Titicaca.

Why don't you smile, darling?

You have everything you want.

The boat's winning... money.

Yes, everything but you.

And that's everything.

But, darling, you weren't

afraid to ask me before.

Hooray! Hooray!

Bob, darling, he doesn't

want me. He wants Cleo!

Oh! Oh!

Vive la France!

Oh! All right. Fine. Fine.

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