The Old Fashioned Way Page #5

Yes, Wally told me.

Oh, he did? | Mmm-hmm.

Well, maybe you and I ought | to work together on this thing.

Oh, hello, Dad. How do you | like the show? Isn't it great?

Come on, Betty, we're on. | Oh, gosh.

You better get out in front, Dad, | if you wanna catch the rest of it.

I'll see you later. | Come on, Betty.

Excuse me, Mr. Livingston.

"Here comes the prince. "

This is the last act. If you ain't | in that, you ain't in nothing.

Oh, Walter, | what a fool I've been.

There, there, honey girl. | Just forget it.

Oh, I'm so humiliated.

Don't cry.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, a special | added attraction for Bellefontaine only.

The Great McGonigle | will entertain you

with his extraordinary feats | of legerdemain and conjuring,

with which he has entertained and | mystified the crowned heads of Europe.

And don't forget, folks, | tomorrow night, East Lynne.

And now, the Great McGonigle.

Drat!

Telegram, Governor.

What's in it?

Here, hold that.

"The Great McGonigle. The | Great McGonigle Company... "

There's no answer, no answer. Pull up | your socks. Go, quick, quick, quick.

Who is it?

Can we come in? | Sure.

Dad has something | to tell you, Betty.

Oh, I have to turn these | things in. Sit down, won't you?

Be back in a minute.

Never mind this. You go over to the | boarding house and pack all the trunks.

Where are we going, | Governor?

Go, go! Quick, hurry!

And you really don't | object anymore, Dad?

No. You can | marry Betty tomorrow

if you'll find a way to get | rid of the Great McGonigle.

I won't have it known that we're even | remotely related to that egotistical windbag.

Why, the man is | an out-and-out rascal.

Oh, but you don't | know him, Dad.

I don't want to know him.

He's a great actor.

A great actor?

Oh, Wally, don't let anybody | ever hear you say that.

Why, he's a disgrace | to his profession.

Rather blunt fellow that.

No, Wally, you've a lot | to learn about people.

Well? Well... Maybe I | better let Wally tell you.

I love you, Wally, but I'll never | leave Pop as long as he needs me.

Oh, hello, dear. There you | are. I've been looking for you.

Well, excuse me.

I'm going to close the show.

Why, Pop, there was | a full house tonight.

I know there was, dear.

I didn't see the receipts, but from | what I heard, it sounded very good.

Well, then what happened?

I got a very flattering offer | to come to New York.

New York? | Yes, dear.

Gee.

When are we going?

Unfortunately, | I have to go alone, honey.

I know that you wouldn't | stand in the way of my success.

I'll send for you later on. In the | meantime you shall receive your allowance.

You won't have to do that, | Mr. McGonigle.

She can go home | with Dad and me.

What's this? Well, you see, | sir, we're gonna get married.

What? I mean, if you'll | give us your consent.

Isn't it wonderful how everything | rounds itself out eventually?

My little daughter | happily married,

I on my way | to greater triumphs.

Bless you, my children.

Fine boy.

If you need me at any time, | financially or otherwise,

I'm at your beck and call.

Pop.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, dear.

Goodbye.

That's funny. He never | acted like that before.

What's going on here?

My good Mrs. Wendelschaffer.

I regret having awakened you | at this unearthly hour,

but a friend of mine, | Charlie Bonair,

the top mounter | of the Glinzeritti family,

is coming to spend | a few days with me.

We're bringing his trunk in. | Come, Gump.

No, you don't! I've had | enough of your kind.

Take that trunk | right out of here!

Mrs. Wendelschaffer.

Go on, go on, go on.

However, you are mistress | of this establishment.

Oh, dear Charlie. | How my heart bleeds for him.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, | let's go.

I wonder | where he'll sleep tonight.

You'll regret this | in the morning.

Oh, isn't this great, honey? | Are you happy?

Mmm-hmm.

I kind of wish Pop was here.

Oh, he's all right. He's | probably in New York by now.

I know. I hope | he'll take care of himself.

I suppose New York is the | ambition of every actor.

Oh, it's always been Pop's. | Ever since I can remember I...

Telegram for | Miss Betty McGonigle.

Telegram for Miss Betty | McGonigle. Yes, boy, here.

Why, it's from Pop.

What does he say?

Ladies and gentlemen,

it has been | my great privilege,

many years ago whilst traveling | through the mountains of Paraguay,

to find the Aqui Indians | drinking the juice of the cacti,

the only real cure for hoarseness | known to medical science.

I have here tonight a few | bottles which I am selling for $1.

It cures hoarseness.

It'll cure the most | stubborn case of hoarseness.

I have been a martyr to the disease | of hoarseness for many years.

This malignant disease, whenever speaking | in public as I do and I depend on...

It cures hoarseness. It'll cure the | most stubborn cases of hoarseness.

One little sip of the bottle | will cure...

It cures hoarseness!

Who'll be the first | to buy a bottle?

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