The Old Fashioned Way Page #3

See me down at the | theater later. Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. McGonigle, | I'm all ready to sing for you.

Oh, fine. I've been | waiting for it. Yes.

Bertha, I'm ready.

Yes, ma'am.

You see | the horseless carriage?

Oh, yes.

All right, Bertha.

Mr. McGonigle, | you sit here.

Please don't call me mister. | It's so formal.

Call me Mark Antony.

Mark for short.

Oh, Marky!

Marky.

You pierce my heart.

Now, Bertha, not too fast. No, ma'am.

And don't drown me.

Yes, ma'am.

Begin, Bertha.

Very good, very good.

Very good. | I think that was...

Not so loud.

Very true.

Very good, very good. | Excellent. I think...

Oh, you're really finished. Fine. | Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

You make Jenny Lind sound like | a mangy alley cat with asthma.

Oh, Marky, then you | really think I can sing.

Why, those last high notes | are still ringing in my ear.

Oh, Marky.

Will you sit down? | Oh, thank you.

My little | Rocky Mountain canary.

Oh, Marky, I feel like I'm | sitting on top of the world.

Well, I feel the same way,

but I'm not.

Then you really think | I will be a success.

Oh, how can you fail | with those silvery tones

and these golden locks?

Oh, to think you would | give me so much of your time

when you are | such a great artist.

Oh, and it means | so much to me, Marky.

It must mean | a lot to you, dear.

It means a lot to us all. I know | you can't fail, my dear Cleopatra.

Oh, call me... Call me your | little Rocky Mountain canary.

Rocky Mountain canary.

Oh, dear.

Rocky Mountain canary.

My...

My little | Rocky Mountain canary.

Oh, Marky.

Here, quickly. We must hie | ourselves to the opera house.

Oh, yes. | Quickly, dear.

The old wren | couldn't take it.

My little | Rocky Mountain canary.

Rocky Mountain goat.

Are you trying to flim-flam | that silly old fool?

Rats.

Pardon.

You sure your son is here in | Bellefontaine, Mr. Livingston?

Yes, he came in with that | theater troupe this morning.

Is he a play actor?

He'd like to be one.

Stage-struck, huh?

There's a Mrs. Pepperday here

wanted to traipse off with | that same McGonigle last year,

but she's settled down | since then.

In fact I'm... | I'm expecting to marry her.

Last week in Kokomo, the house | was sold out. Capacity house.

Three thousand people | turned away.

Well, it's 2,000 anyway.

Come on, girl. Flies get on | her, you know. Come on, lady.

Well... Say, where will I find | this McGonigle troupe?

Over at the opera house. I got | a telegram to attach the show.

I was just getting set | to go over when you come in.

You know, I don't monkey none | with these fellows.

I close them up like that.

Hey, Sheriff, here comes that | actor fellow riding with your girl.

What?

Looks like | he cut you out.

Don't they make | a handsome couple?

There'll be a hot time in | the old town tonight, Sheriff.

Come on, Livingston.

This, my dear, is the | future temple of your art.

Oh, I'm so excited, | Mr. McGonigle.

Come, dear.

Just fancy, being escorted here | by the Great McGonigle himself.

Nothing, really. Nothing.

Of course, I usually have my | second man do these things.

Come, Cleopatra dear.

Hello, you little lovebirds.

Precede me, honey.

Children, this is | Miss Cleopatra Pepperday.

She's going to join our happy | little family of the theater.

Oh, Mr. McGonigle.

Come, come, come, | folks, now for the rehearsal.

Come, dear. Now, children, | on with the rehearsal.

Dad, Dick Bronson | won't be here. He quit.

The ungrateful coot!

I can play his part, | Mr. McGonigle.

Anybody can play his part. | Can you sing?

Yes, sir. Did you ever | hear the seashell song?

Yes. Yes, I heard the | seashell... Sing a roundelay.

Thank you, sir. Yes, a | little roundelay. One chorus.

Here's one, Rolling in Love. | I know that one.

That's pretty.

Will you play that, please? All right.

Nervous?

No.

Good luck.

Thanks.

All right.

Why, that's my son there, | Sheriff.

That young fellow singing? | Yes.

Say, he ain't bad at all.

If you can't keep quiet, | please leave the auditorium.

What's she doing | up there?

Who?

That's my girl, Cleo.

Quiet, please. Quiet.

This is the Great McGonigle | speaking to you.

Very fine voice.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Of course he can't hold | a candle to yours, dear.

Oh, Marky.

Oh, Marky! | Are you hurt?

Power of mischief! What | kind of skullduggery is this?

Get me out of here! | Get me out.

Governor, | did you get hurted?

No I didn't get "hoited".

Go, go, go, go. Get some | new drums for tonight.

Yes, sir. | Oh, Marky, are you hurt?

No, I had the presence of mind | to fall on my head.

Go, go, folks, rehearsal. | Rehearsal, quickly.

Are you hurt? | Are you hurt?

No. No, no, no and no.

The part is yours.

Oh, gee, thanks, | Mr. McGonigle.

You won't regret it. | I hope not.

Wallace!

Who's that?

I beg your pardon. Have I the | pleasure of your acquaintance?

This is my father.

Dad, I'd like to have you meet | Miss Betty McGonigle

and the Great McGonigle.

Fancy meeting you here | in Bellefontaine.

Bah!

Bah to you, sir. And double | bah. I'd like a word with you.

And a triple bah.

Well, oh, you would? Very well, | I can give you about 15 minutes.

That's all I need.

Now, mister, | what can I do for you?

I have a telegram here from your | friend, the Sheriff of Cucamonga.

The Sheriff of Cucamonga?

Just as I thought. | A grave error.

Evidently for | Ikabod McGonigle.

Different family altogether. | No relation.

Often have those mistakes.

Just a minute.

Why, Walter, what is this?

I have a telegram from | Cucamonga to attach this show.

Do you want this back? | No.

Then tear that up. | But...

I'm a member of the | Great McGonigle Company.

Spoken like a real trouper, | my dear.

Come, I shall rehearse you | in your line.

A pardonable error, sir.

Oh, Dad, Miss McGonigle is | the leading lady with the show.

Yes, I gathered as much.

Excuse me, Wally.

That wasn't very polite, Dad.

No, and it wasn't | intended to be.

Oh, I... | Now, see here, young man,

I want you | to go back to college.

Oh, let's not go all over | that again, Dad, huh?

You don't understand. | I want to stay here.

Your place is in college.

But I promised them | I'd be in the show tonight.

You what? Sure. I'm gonna | act here on the stage.

I'll go tell Betty | you're sorry.

I wouldn't miss | seeing Cleopatra Pepperday

making a fool of herself | if it cost a dollar to get in.

Seems like everybody in town | had the same idea.

"Come, Mrs. Middleton, | I'll find your husband

"if he's in New York, | jailhouse or no... "

"Here comes the prince. "

"Here comes the prince. "

"Here comes the prince. "

Mr. McGonigle, can I see you | a moment? Not now, not now.

"What's the lowest you'll take for your | rotten carcass now, you old rascal, you?

"Well, Squire, | what's the lowest... "

Let me read that for you.

"What's the lowest... "

You see. Give it the gesture, | you see. Oh, yeah. Sure.

"What's the lowest you'll take for your | old carcass now, you old rascal... "

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