The Golden Arrow Page #3

Oh, where there are some real

people and some hot-dogs.

If anybody asks you about me,

don't you open your head.

Oh, thank you Miss Appleby.

I'll get the coat.

Hurry.

Hey.

Slip me ten, will you?

Ten .. ten?

Oh now listen Johnny,

I'd like to help you, but ..

Well, it's a long-shot.

But I'll stake you.

You know Johnny, you're the best

dancer I've ever danced with.

Hmm.

Next thing you'll be telling me I ought

to be in the Jiggy and Peter business.

I'll bet you'd make a success of it.

Maybe I'll hire myself a dress suit.

If you did, you would probably

marry that Myers creature.

Then all I would have left

would be G.G. and Peter.

Oh, you poor kid.

I guess you do need a

blowout once in a while.

You know Johnny, you're a darling

when you're understanding.

Lady, cut out that cheek-dancing.

Oh certainly, I ..

I forgot where I was.

Johnny.

Johnnie.

Let's try them all.

We've got to get back.

No .. no, I don't want to.

Well if you must have the horrible

truth the taxi fare is $3:80.

Exactly what I have left.

Well, can't you write a check?

Miss Appleby, if you

have in your collection ..

The kind of bank that would cash the

kind of checks that I would make out.

I stand ready to oblige.

Oh.

Well.

The streetcar fare is

only ten cents apiece.

That would leave us three

dollars and sixty cents to spend.

Come on.

Be sure to put your belts on.

Scared?

A little.

Johnny, put your arms

around me will you.

Johnny.

Johnny, do you like me?

Kinda sorry for you.

That's nice.

Here goes.

Whoo!

Johnny, let's get married.

Upside down like this?

Whee ..!

Johnny.

Johnny, I meant it.

What?

It's a grand idea.

Whee!

Johnny, will you?

What makes you think I loved you?

Whoever said you did?

It's just a marriage of convenience.

Oh Johnny, I'm serious.

Whee! Whee!

Oh.

Another one?

No, that's enough.

Come on.

Don't you see, Johnny?

Johnny, I want to be free. I don't want

to be pestered by fortune hunters.

But they'll never let me alone unless ..

Unless I'm Mrs Jones or somebody.

Oh don't disappoint me, Johnny.

Why you young nut, you shouldn't be

allowed out. Come on, you're going home.

And you want to write

your book, don't you?

Well, to do that you should have a nice,

quiet place in the country, and leisure.

You can't write without

leisure you know.

All out. End of the line.

It's a beautiful idea,

Johnny. Really it is.

You go off to a country house and

I'll get you one with a golf course.

And I'll travel around and

pick out my real husband.

You haven't any scruples against

divorce, have you Johnny?

I'll take vanilla.

Johnny!

Johnny, you needn't run.

I'm trying to get you off my hands.

[ Police siren ]

Can I trust you to go

down to your boat alone?

I don't know.

Listen. This may be a scoop for my paper.

To explain my being out of the office.

Oh, what time is it?

Holy smoke. It's 1:10.

I'll bet it's the police looking for me.

I thought you said ..

It doesn't matter what I said.

I've been missing for 4 hours.

And Pommesby gets hysterical

at the slightest provocation.

It will look swell in tomorrow's paper.

"Appleby Cream heiress does

nightlife with hick reporter."

That's your grief. Come on.

What will Pommesby,

what will my guardian say?

You'll find out you can't take a

girl out and ruin her reputation.

What reputation? Who's

ruining a reputation?

Hush up. I'm sorry I ever thought

of marrying a man like you.

Listen, Peter.

I've promised Miss Pommesby

I'll search for her.

I too have promised

Miss Pommesby to search.

Well then we search apart.

Clever. Perhaps you know where she is.

You find her and propose, yes?

No sir, we stick together.

Listen, Peter.

We mustn't keep that up.

If we do, we'll both lose her.

We toss the coin. If I win ..

I see you are taken care of.

If you win, you see that

I am taken care of.

Perfect.

What do you want?

Do you see what it's like?

Oh, I can't stand it any longer.

Won't you help me, Johnny?

It can't make any difference to you.

It would just be a marriage

for appearance. Nothing else.

Won't you, Johnny?

You win.

Johnny.

Let's find a judge, right now.

What?

Before anything happens.

We're nuts.

We haven't even got a witness.

Miss Appleby.

Mr Myers.

Johnny. Johnny, here is our witness.

Hey Miss Appleby, everybody

in town is hunting you.

Mr Myers .. Mr Jones.

How do you do, Mr Jones.

How do you do.

He's an author, Mr Myers.

He works, and he's an American.

We're looking for a judge to marry us.

Right now?

Uhuh. Would you come along as witness?

Johnny wants it to look

authentic or something.

Well, are you in love with him?

Of course I am.

And you, Mr Jones. Are your

feelings on this matter on the level?

Dead on the level.

So you want to marry a young American?

I certainly do.

Well, I wish my daughter

was like you, Miss Appleby.

I'll be most pleased to accompany you.

Good.

Oh, good evening, Rogers.

Miss Pommesby is waiting

in her cabin, Miss Appleby.

Not Miss Appleby any more, Rogers.

"Mrs Jones" now.

Oh, congratulations.

Thank you, Rogers. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Good evening, Pommesby.

Why are you up so late?

You wretched girl, you.

Where have you been?

Oh, we've been getting married.

What?

Miss Pommesby, this is

my husband, Mr Jones.

This is outrageous,

Mr Cliff Horton-Jones.

Oh no. Just plain "Jones" Pommesby.

Johnny Yankee-doodle Jones. American.

Now you've done it.

What are you?

A reporter. Florida Star.

Just wait until your

guardian hears of this.

An American.

A nobody.

Anyhow, you'll have to face Mr Appleby.

We sail for New York tonight.

Don't worry, Johnny. I can handle him.

I'll have the steward

show you to your cabin.

[ Telephone ]

Again?

I was just wondering if you were asleep.

Not a chance.

You don't sound very much

like a loving bridegroom.

Well, I didn't marry you

for love or for money.

"I'm not that kind of a guy."

"Of course Johnny, darling."

Well .. goodnight.

Goodnight.

Hello.

Hello.

Johnny.

Johnny, you wait out here.

Pommesby and I will see him first.

Mr Appleby is in the director's room.

I believe they are waiting for you.

With the directors?

Come in.

Don't let it get you down, Pommesby.

Hello everybody.

How do you do.

I'll get you a chair.

Oh don't bother about me.

I'll sit over here out of the way.

Thank you, Jorgenson.

Well .. let's begin.

Daisy, if I didn't appreciate

soft, beautiful necks ..

I'd ring that one of yours gladly.

A million dollars worth of advertizing

chucked out the window.

What made you take the proposition

if you couldn't stick it out?

We take you from a cashier's

cage of a hick town cafeteria ..

Because my name

happened to be "Appleby".

And you thought I had the

bearing of a Duchess.

Oh, I remember my cafeteria

connections very distinctly.

Oh, gentlemen.

Never will I forget that momentous lunch

hour when your brave publicity chief ..

Stood outside my cashier's cage.

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