Torch Singer Page #3

So just to spite that old

grouch, I'm going to sing.

You're wanted in

the control room immediately.

Tell him I'll be there

in a minute. Yes, sir.

And now,

good night, children.

Be sure and tune in

again tomorrow night

and hear Aunt Jenny.

This program

has come to you

through the courtesy of

the Judson Pure Foods Company,

sponsoring Oatina.

That was marvelous!

Congratulations,

my dear Tony.

The woman you picked

for Aunt Jenny is a winner.

Thanks. Such refinement and such charm.

I always say you can tell a

true gentlewoman by her voice.

Have her in, Mr. Cummings.

I must meet her.

Yes, by all means.

With this woman at the microphone,

Oatina should be a sensation.

A positive sensation!

What's the matter, Andrew?

Nothing.

Yes, Tony, we must meet her, by

all means, but some other time.

Come, dear, I have a very,

very important engagement.

I'm sorry you have to go.

So am I.

Goodbye, Mrs. Judson.

Can't you have

dinner with us tonight?

Sorry, I'm sponsoring

a new program.

I'm so sorry.

Another night soon?

I'll be very glad to.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Tony.

Goodbye, Juddy.

"Such refinement!

Such charm!"

I suppose you know

what you've done.

Sure, I've been

having the time of my life.

I could kill you.

You could?

That's gratitude.

Where would your Pure Foods

hour be if it weren't for me?

Mimi, dear,

you were wonderful,

but you've got to

understand my position.

What is it?

Supposing word

got around that

the most notorious

torch singer in town

was broadcasting to kiddies.

Well, who's going

to tell them?

That's not the point.

Listen, boy, I only tell

bedtime stories to grownups.

Now, come on, I've wasted

enough time around here.

But, Mimi, listen,

you've got to be reasonable.

Take me to 21.

Mimi, don't you understand?

What's going to...

No!

Good morning, Carrie.

Well, in the name of say,

you can't come in here!

I'm in, Carrie.

No, sir, Mr. Cummings. I

wouldn't take the responsibility

of trying to get Miss Benton up out

of bed at this hour of the morning.

No, sir.

I wouldn't have it

on my conscience.

See what you can do. Yes,

sir, Mr. Cummings. I sure will.

Miss Benton.

Miss Benton, honey.

Time you was getting up, sweetie lamb.

What time is it?

Land sakes, honey,

it's going on 1:
00.

Why, you!

Miss Benton, don't

throw that clock at me.

Mimi, it's Tony.

So that's who it is!

Waking up people in

the middle of the night,

who does he think

he is, Paul Revere?

I'll tell that one

where to get off!

Why, you big...

Pure Foods!

Listen, Mimi, we... I wouldn't

listen to Gabriel's trumpet

before I've had my coffee.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

Juddy? No, thanks. I believe not.

Carrie!

What do you want, honey?

Coffee before I murder you.

Coming right in,

sweetie lamb.

Mimi, will you listen to me

for just one second?

Sure I will. Why don't

you say something?

It's about your broadcast.

What about it?

Mr. Judson and I want you

to continue as Aunt Jenny.

That's a panic, Tony!

This is not a joking matter.

Why, Mimi,

you were a sensation.

Telegrams, letters and the

telephones we've received.

Are you two boys

trying to kid me?

I was never more

serious in my life.

If the Judson Pure Food hour

is to continue,

Miss Benton,

we simply must have you.

Take a look at

this contract, Mimi.

I'm sure you'll be pleased

with the terms, Miss Benton.

Now, look, every day

at 5:
00 you broadcast

in the studio for

only 15 minutes.

Not me!

What?

Studio's out.

You have to bring the

microphone to my apartment.

Now, Mimi, be reasonable.

You know that's impossible.

What do you mean? It's not

impossible for opera stars, is it?

Anything that's good

enough for a prima donna

is good enough for

this prima donna!

Now, listen, Mimi dear.

No. If I'm going to

tell bedtime stories,

I'll tell them

from my own bed.

Excuse me, Miss Benton, but the

men have come about your radio.

There's nothing

the matter with my radio.

They've got the wrong

apartment. Send them away.

Wait a minute.

Send them in.

Have you forgotten?

You've got a broadcast.

Broadcast?

Well!

What do you mean, broadcast?

Yes! What are you trying to do,

put one over on us?

Well, what is

this all about?

Listen, children,

I've got a surprise for you.

You'd better hang around.

I've got a new racket.

I'm telling bedtime stories for

the Judson Pure Foods Company.

All right, boys,

set it up in the other room.

MIMl:
Look at her,

she's dying.

Come on, kids, out, out.

You can't stay here

while Mimi's broadcasting.

Come on.

Don't be like that!

Come on,

gather around, children.

Your Aunt Jenny's

going to tell you fairy tales.

One, two, three, four.

Okay.

Everything all set, Harry?

All right, Mr. Cummings.

All right, Mimi. Here's

your script, Miss Benton,

and the lullaby.

Lullaby?

All ready.

Listen, if you think I'm

going to say this, you're nuts.

Give me a drink,

somebody, will you?

I'm so nervous!

Quiet, please!

Little boys and girls of

Radioland, here we are again,

and here comes Aunt Jenny who's

going to talk to you, sing to you

and tell you some

more about Oatina.

Here she is, boys and girls.

Good evening, my darlings.

Your Aunt Jenny

almost didn't get here

to talk to you

this afternoon.

Do you remember

that green dragon

I was telling you

about yesterday?

Well, he followed me

right up to the studio.

He's here now,

my darlings,

and he brought along with him

a lot of very naughty boys

who are determined to spoil Aunt

Jenny's program. But they won't.

No, they won't.

Naughty boys have often tried

to tease your Aunt Jenny.

Sometimes they've teased her

till she had to give in,

but she won't

this afternoon.

And do you know why?

Because Aunt Jenny has a dish

of lovely Oatina in her hand.

I want you all to try it. You'll be

surprised how it'll make you grow.

And now, my darlings,

it's bedtime for most of you,

so Aunt Jenny is going to

sing you a good night song.

Baby's boat's

the silver moon

Sailing in the sky

Sailing over the sea of sleep

While the clouds float by

Sail, baby, sail

Out upon that sea

Only don't forget to sail

Back again to me

Baby's boat's the silver moon

Sailing in the sky

I tell you, Mike,

I've combed this old town.

I've talked with every theatrical

manager of my acquaintance,

and I can't find

a trace of her.

Well, that may be, but a girl can't

just disappear off the face of the Earth

and not leave some

trail behind her.

You'd be surprised!

I've employed hundreds

of girls in my shows

and all sorts of things

happen to them.

One out of 100

gets to the top.

Some stick

in the chorus

and some get married and

lose their identity that way.

That's what I thought would be the

fate of Sally Trent when she met you.

At least, I hoped it would.

She was a swell kid.

One of the best.

You know, every time I get

near one of those radios,

I have to listen to one of

those confounded bedtime hours.

Would you mind...

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