The Cat's-Paw Page #2
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- 1934
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Thank you.
And look out for that jack.
That!
That vest pocket mint of yours.
Oh! Well, frankly,
I'm sure
it's exceedingly valuable...
Ha!
Well, I'm in constant
fear of losing it.
Ha! Well,
would you like to have me...
take care of it for you?
Why, I'd deem it a great favor.
Say, are you kiddin' me?
Oh, I'm sure it'd be much safer
in your keeping.
Well, I'll be...
I suppose you'd give this
to the first one that asked.
Certainly not.
Only to a person
of self-evident integrity.
Of which?
He who gazes upon the sun
need not debate its brilliance.
Uh, Ling Po.
- Ling who?
- Ling Po.
I quote a great
Chinese poet and philosopher.
Oh, uh, may I introduce myself?
I'm Ezekiel Cobb.
Mayo's my name. Jake Mayo.
Look me up tonight
at the Good Government club.
Thank you. I will.
Unless I've been dreaming
all this.
Oh, Mrs. Noon's boarding house,
18th and Flint.
May I bid you good day, sir?
So long.
You poor sap.
Extra! Extra!
Reform candidate dies.
Hold it, sonny.
Reform leader dies!
Extra! Reform leader!
Extra! Extra!
Extra! Extra!
Evening, Mr. Strozzi.
Good evening, Mr. Strozzi.
Good evening, Mr. Strozzi.
Mayor Morgan's here, ain't he?
Yes, sir, at his private table.
Say, chief, look!
What do you think of that?
"Withers drops dead."
- Can you imagine that?
- When did it happen?
Honey,
I guess the poor sap...
just got tired of
running against you.
And can you beat it?
With next Tuesday election day!
Yeah, they'll have to work fast.
Excuse me.
Follow me.
I want to make a telephone call.
I wonder who they'll nominate
in his place?
Don't lose any sleep
over it, dearie.
murder on the city hall steps...
and still be re-elected.
Get me
the Good Government League.
Have you heard the news?
Withers... he's dead!
Yeah, you're tellin' us?
A fine time he picked
to pass out, the old gas bag.
Yeah.
Two days before election...
us without a candidate.
Lord, what a mess.
Morgan on the phone
for you, Jake.
Oh, this is terrible.
The best candidate we ever had.
He never had a chance.
Hello?
Mr. Mayo? I want to offer
my condolences...
on the death
of Junius P. Withers...
a fine public-spirited citizen.
Your Good Government League
has lost a standard bearer...
whom I highly respected
as a rival candidate.
Say, listen,
you don't have to make a speech.
This is a private wire.
Oh. Well, listen, Jake...
you gotta replace
that old fool in a hurry.
I'd say we do...
and we got to decide on
another man tonight.
What we want to know is...
Another candidate?
Lmpossible!
Why, Withers was
the idol of the Reform element!
And just a sap to the regulars.
That's the idea. Morgan loses
the Reform vote anyway.
Yeah, well, we'll do that.
OK, Ed.
What are the orders, Jake?
Morgan says we can substitute
any candidate we want...
so long as
we're sure he's a pushover.
But that ought to be easy!
Yeah?
Well, I'm not so sure of that.
Folks are getting fed up
on Morgan...
with his dames and his drinkin'.
We may need an especially
weak candidate this time.
Fella named Cobb
to see you, Jake.
Cobb? Cobb? Who's he?
Search me.
Said he met you this afternoon.
Cobb? Cobb?
Oh! Hello, Cobb. How are you?
A cordial greeting, sir.
Say, listen, Cobb,
we're very busy.
Do you mind
coming 'round tomorrow?
See, we got
a committee meeting here and...
Oh, I'm sorry I intruded...
but I just read
of the untimely death...
of my friend Mr. Withers.
Your friend?
Are you a friend of Withers?
Well, I had expected
to be his guest.
Oh, yeah?
Well, why didn't you
tell me that?
Say, Jake!
We got a lot of work to do,
you know.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, come in and
meet the boys just a minute.
Fellas, this is
a friend of mine, Mr. Cobb.
This is Slattery, McGee,
Mulligan, Burke.
Mr. Cobb's from China.
Darned if I don't believe it.
Say, Cobb, how'd you happen
to know Withers?
Well, it was his church
that maintained...
my father's mission in China.
Are you a missionary?
I assisted my father
in that work, yes.
Say, what is
this missionary racket?
Sort of cleaning up a joint,
you know.
Oh, the old Reform gag, eh?
Yeah. The kind of a guy...
we're looking for
as a candidate.
I was deeply grieved
over Mr. Withers' demise.
A splendid character.
Say, listen, Cobb,
did you figure on doing...
any missionary work over here?
Not exactly...
but I had hoped
to be associated...
with Mr. Withers
during my stay here.
Oh, sort of an assistant, eh?
"Reformer's assistant
"Famous missionary
returns from China...
"to clean up his home town."
"Stockport needs me
more than China."
I beg your pardon?
Never mind. We were just
thinking of something.
Say, Cobb, we're very busy.
Do you mind if
you just sort of mosey along?
Oh, I really must apologize.
May I bid you good night?
Well, never mind that now.
You trot over
to your boarding house.
I'll telephone you about 10:30.
See, I want to talk to you
about something.
- Telephone?
- Yeah.
How interesting.
You know, I've never conversed
over a telephone.
May I bid you good night?
Holy cats,
he's got me doing it now.
Boys, he's it!
A missionary...
an expert at reforming.
Won't the longhairs eat that up?
He came all the way
from China...
but nobody
ever heard of him, Jake.
Ell, what do you suppose
they invented brass bands for?
Now, I can handle that sap...
and here's the way
we go about it.
Oh, uh, pardon me, Mrs. Noon.
Uh...
I expect a communication
by telephone.
I presume you have
such an instrument?
In the parlor.
Shove over the "Journal,"
will you, sweetheart?
There you are, Pet.
Thanks.
Perhaps if the gentleman's
your sweetheart...
you'd rather he sat next to you.
That's not very funny.
- Well, l... l...
- Pet's her name.
What a charming name.
So... intimate.
- Intimate?
- Yes.
Uh-huh.
Fast worker, aren't you?
Not especially...
but I fancy I can work
as rapid as another.
You see, for years
I assisted my father...
What did he do,
play a saxophone?
Oh, no. My father...
Well, let's not get into
an argument over it.
But, Miss Pet, l...
My name's not Pet.
But he just said...
Well, they call me Pet
because I'd slap 'em down...
if they called me
by my right name.
What's that?
on the fire escape...
so she called me Petunia.
Eminently proper.
The Chinese frequently...
name their girl children
for flowers.
You know, I believe
that's the telephone.
You wouldn't kid me?
If you'll excuse me...
I'll hold a brief discourse
over the instrument.
A cordial greeting,
my worthy friend.
A cordial greeting,
my worthy fri...
A cordial greeting...
Aw, cut the clowning!
A cordial greeting,
my worthy friend.
Speak up!
Hello!
Uh, that you, Cobb?
Say, I'd like
to see you tomorrow.
Oh, no, nothing important.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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