The Dolly Sisters Page #3

To you

Don't be too old-fashioned

Old-fashioned girl

Give yourself that 1915 flair

When you're walking up

Fifth Avenue

And wintery winds are blowing

Don't get too upset

If your petticoat is showing

Be like Irene Castle

And bob your hair

Throw away your flannel underwear

Light a cigarette

Be a suffragette

Be part of the merry world

And order an old-fashioned

Old-fashioned girl

And if you're not as pretty

As the dollies in the Follies

Don't let it worry you a bit

You won't be too old-fashioned

If you wake up

To the magic of a makeup kit

I'm Lady Lipstick

I do well by mademoiselle

But bear this thought in mind

A kiss isn't tellable

If you use the indelible kind

I'm Patricia Powder

I dispose of the shine on your nose

Who would try to deny my repute

I'm adored by belles

But not by their beaus

'Cause, ooh, what I do

To a blue serge suit

Patricia, you're a wonder

and you know your stuff

But I'm the one that's pushed around

and treated rough

I hate to cause dissension

but why don't you ever mention

Your little poor relation

Patsy Powder Puff

I am Rosie Rouge

You won't be called a hussy

Just because you're properly painted

And remember a girl that's quaint

Never gets acquainted

Mascara

I'm Mascara

I can do for you

What I did for Theda Bara

For in my subtle way I emphasize

That gleamy, dreamy

"come and see me" mischief

In your eyes

You must agree that

we've proven conclusively

That powder and lipstick and rouge

Improvises youth

And disguises truth

Powder and lipstick and rouge

Radiates the cold

Rejuvenates the old

What if some freckles may vex you

Just spend some shekels

and freckles will

Never perplex you

Beautiful faces

come out of vanity cases

With powder and lipstick and rouge

What if some freckles may vex you

Just spend some shekels

And freckles will never perplex you

Beautiful faces

come out of vanity cases

So don't be too old-fashioned

Join the merry world

Old-fashioned

Girl

Mademoiselle,

permit me to tell you...

how much I am enchanted that

you're coming to Paris under my management.

- Thank you.

- Here are the contracts and the tickets.

You have the best suite

on the Mauretania.

Oh, thank you, Monsieur Philippe.

We're almost all packed.

Good night, Monsieur Philippe,

and thank you for liking us so much.

Mademoiselle.

- Au revoir.

- Thank you.

And now, monsieur, how would you like

a little snack with me?

- What?

- A little snack.

Snack? I- I don't know,

but if you show me just once, I can play it.

- I mean something to eat.

- To eat? I am not a bit hungry.

But maybe a little steak with some

potatoes and- and a bite of pudding, please.

A suite on the Mauretania.

That isn't the way we came over.

I'll say it isn't.

Is Harry still

on the road?

I don't know.

I just can't understand him.

He used to write me every day

no matter where he was playing.

I guess he's met someone else

and hasn't the nerve to tell me.

Could be. Well, I'm gonna go

tell Flo about Paris.

Oh, don't forget we have a date with her tonight

at Ronnie Warburton's.

- Jenny.

- Harry!

Oh!

- It's really you.

- Uh-huh.

- Oh!

- Darling, darling.

Here, let me look at you.

Yep. You're exactly like

I dream about you.

- Do you know you always smile with your eyes first?

- Do I?

- Yes.

- Oh, darling.

Oh.

Oh, Harry, why didn't you

let me know you were coming?

Well, I couldn't.

I just happened to be in town, and I got

a sudden impulse to drop by and say hello.

You know me-

Always obey that impulse.

Oh.

Well, Rosie and I have obeyed one too.

We're sailing day after tomorrow.

We've signed with Philippe

for a show in Paris.

Paris? Well, gee,

that-that's great.

You're really glad.

Well-Well, of course.

It's- It's what you want,

isn't it?

Of course.

That's what you want too,

isn't it?

Or maybe Paris isn't far enough.

Maybe you'd like it if I went to China.

- Oh, Harry, be honest with me.

What's happened to us?

- Nothing.

- Is- Is there someone else?

- You know it isn't that.

Well, then it must be something.

It- It can't just be the separation.

Then what?

Oh, Harry, it isn't because

I landed on top first, is it?

Oh, you fool.

You darling fool.

How can that

make any difference?

But it does, Jenny.

And it's not just a matter of pride.

But you love me, don't you?

And I love you.

That's all that counts.

Everything else is nonsense.

No, it isn't nonsense,

Jenny.

I've seen other people try it,

dozens of them.

Oh, it's not just

the money or the fame.

It's a lot of other little things

all added up. It just won't work.

Oh, it's all right as long as the stardust

is still there...

but then the stardust blows away

and a kind of poison sets in.

In- In other words, you-

you don't want to marry me.

- More than anything else in the world.

- Oh.

But I can't.

Not till I get someplace.

Not even if I ditch

the Paris engagement?

I can't let you

do that, Jenny.

Oh, I see.

Well, there's no use

dragging things out, is there?

I mean, we-we might as well

make a clean break and say good-bye.

Yeah, I guess so.

- Good-bye then.

- Good-bye, Jenny.

Uh, no more letters.

Not that you've been writing much lately.

No. No more letters.

But- But we'll

always be friends?

Sure, sure.

Good-bye, Jenny.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Buy you a cup of coffee?

It's no use, Harry.

Just go, will you?

That Daly woman. She had to dope out

tomorrow's horses at New Orleans.

- Come on. We're late.

- All right.

- I can't. I'm going home.

- But you promised.

That's what I said.

Taxi!

Taxi!

Taxi!

Oh, thank you. Oh!

- Oh, I was looking for a taxi.

- So I see.

I'll get you one, but it'll take time.

You better take me up on that coffee first.

- No, thanks very much, but I-

- Now see here. You're drenched.

Do you want to get

to Paris with pneumonia?

- Well, I guess not.

- All right, then. Come on.

Here you are, Miss Dolly.

That will warm you up.

Thank you, Mr. Dowling.

Never forget the first time

I saw those knees.

On the way to Elmira,

remember?

Sure.

You and your half fare.

- There.

- Thank you.

I think the patient has

an even chance to recover.

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

You have a lovely manner.

Thank you.

- How about a bite to eat?

- No, thank you. I don't care for anything.

Uh, what are you doing

about your songs?

Oh, nothing much.

Except "Rainbows." Remember it?

Oh, yes. I liked it.

Well, it goes like this now.

Well, I knew I was coming to a party,

so I brought my music along.

- Here you are, Mr. Harris. Help yourself, Mr. Tannen.

- Thank you. After you, Sam.

- Hello, Jenny.

- Oh, hello.

- Did you write that song?

- Sure.

- I like it a lot.

- Oh, really, Sam?

Oh. Oh, uh, this is Mr. Harris

of Cohan and Harris.

- This is Harry Fox.

- How do you do?

- Hello.

- Why don't you stop at my office sometime?

- I'd like to talk business to you.

- I'd be glad to.

- When could you come?

- How about right now?

- No. Tomorrow will do. Good night, Jenny.

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