White Christmas Page #10

here. I want the boys in the back.

Excuse me, Judy.

It's for you from Betty.

- She gave it to Grandpa at the station.

- At the station?

Phil! Phil!

- What's the matter?

- Phil, it's from Betty.

How could you be stupid enough

to try a stunt like this?

Phony engagements

and messing around with people's lives.

You ought to be horse-whipped.

First you, and then you,

and then you again.

Gee whiz, Bob,

I only did it for your own good.

Yeah, because I'm a lonely,

miserable, unhappy man.

That's right, and when you're unhappy,

I'm unhappy. After all, Bob, I...

Oh, no. You're not gonna start again

with that life-saving bit.

Well, I told you,

I don't expect any gratitude.

I'm not even sure you saved my life.

Sometimes I wish

the wall had fallen on me.

- Don't say that.

- And you, her own sister,

how could you do such a thing?

It's always that

she's been a kind of a mother hen...

Yeah, we wanted the mother hen

to leave the roost,

so that the little chick could...

- Well, I guess we laid an egg.

- An egg?

Brother, you laid a Vermont volleyball!

I'm going to New York

and try and square it with Betty.

You ought to consider yourself

plenty lucky.

You might have been stuck

with this weirdsmobile for life!

- Judy!

- Leave the kid alone.

You've got her confused

enough already.

Bob, you don't understand one thing.

Boy, you've mixed

things up beautifully, you have.

- Listen to me...

- No! You listen to me.

I got a job for you to do, if you think

you can get one simple thing straight.

- Try me.

- OK.

The general always listens

to the Ed Harrison Show, right?

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna be on about 9:00.

- 9:
00.

- Tell Emma about it.

Maybe she can help you.

But the big thing is

don't let the general anywhere near

that television set. You get me?

Don't worry, Bob. I'll keep him away

from that television set

if I have to break my arm.

Break your arm, your ankle or your neck,

but don't break anything valuable.

OK, Bob. You can depend on me.

Let's see, break the arm...

- Good evening, Mr. Wallace.

- Marcel, how are you?

Fine, thank you.

I have a table all ready for you, sir.

Good.

- Has Betty Haynes been on yet?

- Not yet. In a few minutes.

Good. I'm expecting Eddy Harrison, too.

Show him to the table.

- Certainly, Mr. Wallace.

- Thanks.

- Dick.

- Yes, honey.

Let's not do the number

we rehearsed this afternoon.

Play Blue Skies. Anything.

The number sounded great in rehearsal.

I know it did, but I just...

It's a wonderful number, honey.

Come on. Let's do it. Please, do it.

Love

You didn't do right by me

You planned a romance

That just hadn't a chance

And I'm through

Love

You didn't do right by me

I'm back on the shelf

And I'm blaming myself

But it's you

My one love affair

Didn't get anywhere from the start

To send me a Joe

Who had winter and snow in his heart

Wasn't smart

Love

You didn't do right by me

As they say in the song

You done me wrong

My one love affair

Didn't get anywhere

From the start

To send me a Joe

Who had winter and snow in his heart

Wasn't smart

Oh, love

You didn't do right by me

As they say in the song

You done me wrong

Yes, Mr. Love

You done me wrong

Surprise! What brings you here?

I had a little business

to take care of.

- I see.

- Some of it concerns you.

- Really?

- Yeah. It sort of boils down to this.

You didn't have to break up the act

or run out of town,

because Judy and Phil's engagement

was phony.

A phony?

Seems they were trying

to figure out some way

to get rid of any barriers

between you and the altar.

Seems like they thought you and I

were serious about each other.

It just shows you

how foolish people can be.

Yeah.

Why do people have to stick their noses

in other people's business?

- Well, that's Phil for you, I guess.

- That's Judy for you.

The two of us were having

some laughs together

and they thought we were

in love with each other.

- Ridiculous.

- Sure.

They're sorry about it now,

and Judy wants you to come back.

Matter of fact,

I'd like to see you come back myself.

- Well, I don't know...

- Betty.

I know that knight of yours

has slipped off his charger.

Why, I don't know,

but I'd like to do all I can

to get him back up there again for you.

- Mr. Wallace has been expecting you.

- Thank you very much.

- Bob, come on. It's 8:30.

- This is Ed Harrison. Miss Haynes.

- How do you do?

- Hi.

Boy, what I went through for you,

sponsors, network,

but I finally got it squared away

just the way you wanted it.

- That's swell, Ed. Listen...

- I got a cab waiting. We're late.

Just a second, Ed. I want to...

Looks like I've got to scoot.

Could I see you later tonight maybe?

- I'm sorry, I have a date.

- What about tomorrow?

- No, I'll be busy all day.

- Come on, will you?

You'd better go.

You're keeping Mr. Harrison.

- What will I tell Judy?

- I don't know.

I have to think about it.

Goodbye, Bob.

Think Phil will be able to keep the

old man away from the television set?

I have complete confidence in him.

When it comes to conniving or

finagling, you can't beat this boy.

- Hello, girls.

- Hello.

You have the right station?

- Yeah.

- Sure.

Grandpa, the battery's dead on the Jeep.

It's stuck...

I'll fix it later. I don't want

to miss the Ed Harrison Show.

Judy.

Should be a very good show tonight.

- General, come quickly.

- What's this?

It's a terrible thing. Fell down the

stairs. I tell you it's an awful thing.

Mercy! Go see if you can help him.

What is it? What is it?

Did you fall down the stairs?

- Yes, sir.

- Are you hurt?

I'm all right, sir. Probably just

a small compound fracture, sir.

- There we are. How does it feel?

- It feels pretty good, sir.

- Put your weight on it.

- My weight. Right here, sir.

- Susan, call a doctor.

- Please don't do that, sir.

It's probably just a small

internal muscular hemorrhage, sir.

It'll be all right.

You'll feel better if we take you

where you can be comfortable.

- Yes, sir.

- Let's just go back in here

and you can watch the television.

- Sir.

- I'm going to call a doctor.

Please, sir, don't bother. If you'll

just heIp me back to the bungaIow,

- I'm sure I'll be all right, sir.

- OK.

Thank you, sir. I wouldn't want

to faint in front of the women, sir.

I'll be all right!

- Don't put your weight on it.

- No, no, no, sir.

Fine, sir.

Thank you. Thank you.

And now it's a great privilege

to present my special guest,

an old pal from Army days,

a great guy and a great entertainer,

Bob Wallace!

Bob's got a special message tonight

for all you guys

who were a part of the 151st Division.

It's about someone

who's very close to all of us,

and he's gonna tell you about it

in his own special way.

- Bob?

- Thanks, Eddy.

When the war was over

Why, there were jobs galore

For the GI Josephs

Who were in the war

But for generals

Things were not so grand

And it's not so hard to understand

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