With a Song in My Heart Page #2

- Verve?

- Exactly.

- How's this for tempo?

The Ellis Island version.

% % [Piano, Up-tempo]

% I saw you last night%

% And got that old feeling%

% When you came in sight%

% I got that old feeling%

% The moment that you danced by%

% You gave me that silly

old, chilly old thrill%

% And when you caught my eye%

% My heart stood still%

% Once again I seemed to feel... %

Yeah, yeah, that's more like it.

I think we can find a spot for you.

Doing commercials.

Ten dollars a program.

- Ten dollars?

- Later, maybe we can take you on as a staff artist.

What does being a staff artist mean?

It means they can use you on as many shows

as they like day or night, and will.

- If you don't want it, just say so. Yes or no?

- But I do want it very much.

Very well. Be in my office

tomorrow at 10:
00.

- We'll start you out on Jim's Toasty Peanuts.

- Oh, brother.

By the way, I seem to have

forgotten your name...

but this piano is

for studio use only.

Our studio, not yours.

In the future, please remember that.

- Yes, sir.

- Good-bye, Miss Froman.

Good-bye.

- [Door Closes]

- And they wonder what's wrong with radio.

Joe Jerk. He doesn't know a good voice

when he hears it.

- Do you?

- I know you've got a voice.

- Incidentally, my name's Ross. Don Ross.

- How do you do, Mr. Ross?

- I hope you're not sore at me.

- Why should I be?

Well, after all, I almost

lost your job for you, didn't I?

Yes. But then, of course,

you're right, he's wrong.

- How's that again, ma'am?

- Mr. Ross, give me credit for having a little sense.

Besides, now that

I've got the job, I'll do it my way.

Excuse me. Your way.

May I ask you just one

more question, Miss Froman?

- As many as you'd like.

- Just one. How'd you like some lunch?

- Frankly, I'd love it.

- Okay, come on.

I'll buy you a peanut butter sandwich.

I might even make it Jims Toasty kind.

- After all, you gotta plug the product.

- [Laughs]

[Chimes]

- % Oh, nibble a bite, nibble a bite%

- % Jim's Toasty Peanuts%

- % Nickel a bag, nickel a bag%

- % Jim's Toasty Peanuts%

% Crispy, crunchy, toasty

munchy, tasty and nutritious%

% Jim's ever-loving Toasty Peanuts%

% Delicious% %

[Don Narrating]

Staff artist. Yep, she was on her way.

She got the plugs in the morning

and the songs at night.

% I'm through with love%

% I'll never fall again%

% Said adieu to love%

% Don't ever call again%

% For I must have you%

% Or no one%

% And so I'm through with love% %

[Don Narrating] Within a matter of months,

the name of Jane Froman...

was a feature

on the major networks.

The first outside offer

that made any sense...

came from one of those

great big movie palaces...

on State Street

with 3,000 seats...

just itching to be filled each week.

I gave her arm a little twist,

and she took it.

Got top billing too...

right up there

with the latest hit from Hollywood.

Incidentally, if you'll

forgive me for pointing...

I was also on the bill that week...

and strictly not by coincidence.

Leave us not emphasize

that point however.

This was Jane's big chance.

% % [Drumroll]

% Hallelujah%

% Hallelujah%

% All you sinners%

% Gather round%

% Hallelujah%

% Hallelujah%

% All you sinners%

% I have found%

% A land where the weary

forever are free%

% Come you sinners and just%

% Follow me%

% Forget your troubles

and just get happy%

% You want to shoo

all your blues away%

% Shout hallelujah

Come on, get happy%

% Get ready for the Judgment Day%

% The sun is shinin'

Come on, get happy%

% The Lord is waitin'

to take your hand%

% Shout hallelujah

Come on, get happy%

% We're goin'

to the promised land%

% We're headin' for the river%

% Wash your sins 'way in the tide%

% It's all so peaceful%

% On the other side%

% Forget your troubles

and just get happy%

% You want to shoo

all your blues away%

% Shout hallelujah

Come on, get happy%

% Climb higher%

% And higher%

% You gotta keep away from Satan%

% And his fire%

% We're headin'%

% For the river%

% Wash your sins 'way%

% In the tide%

% It's all so peaceful%

% On the other side%

% Forget your troubles

and just get happy%

% You want to shoo

all your blues away%

% Shout hallelujah

Come on, get happy%

% Get ready%

% For the Judgment Day% %

[Applause]

- Great, baby. Great.

- Don, just before I went on...

the manager sent word they want to

hold me for another week, maybe longer.

- Yeah, how much?

- Same as this week,

I suppose. Isn't that wonderful?

Sure, bighearted him.

[Applause Continues]

% % [Orchestra]

- All right, Miss Froman, if I could see you now.

- Certainly. I'll be right back.

- Hey, wait a minute. I'm in on this.

- In what way?

- I'm her manager.

- Since when?

Well, now, you know,

I never could remember dates.

She didn't say anything

to me about a manager.

I'll bet she didn't say anything to you

about a birthmark either, but she's got one.

- Right, Jane?

- Right.

Okay, let's go.

Okay, Ross, you win.

- A thousand a week, but on one condition.

- For you, anything.

That you get out of this theater,

and stay out.

You're canceled as of now.

Is that clear?

For 750 a week,

I'd have argued.

At a thousand bucks,

your slightest wish is law.

Here, honey,

you have to sign too.

- Good night.

- Good night, Herman.

Don, you were fantastic.

A thousand a week, it's a fortune.

Now I can even pay

the installments on this coat.

Did you see that baby's face?

I thought he was gonna explode.

Which, come to think of it, might have

been quite an interesting sight.

- I feel terrible about you losing your job.

- What job?

A stooge on a bill with a dog act

and a bunch of dumb acrobats.

Which reminds me,

where would you like to eat?

Don't ask me.

I'm a stranger in town.

But I'm feeling mighty rich.

- Let's go somewhere we can't afford.

- Spoken like a leading lady.

Taxi. Taxi!

Of course, if you'd take

my advice and get married...

you wouldn't have to worry

about where you're gonna eat.

We could just go home and eat.

- Please, let's not go into that again, not tonight.

- I'm sorry. I forgot.

- When you were five, your father

tipped his hat and rolled away...

- Don, it's nothing to joke about.

Taxi. Taxi!

So one marriage goes on the rocks.

Does that mean they all have to?

- I've seen too much of the other side of it.

- Okay, okay.

Consider it unsaid, like a letter

that didn't get sent.

But I can't forget it either. You've been

so wonderful to me, all your help...

Tell you what you do. Send me

a Christmas card signed "Gratefully yours."

Hey, taxi. Taxi!

You're so rich you can't

even get a taxicab.

Come on. Let's walk up an appetite.

[Don Narrating]

She had Chicago eating right out of her hand.

But if you're in show business,

there's only one town.

New York, they call it.

Baghdad-on-the-Hudson.

% % [Orchestra]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

This is Tony Morello and his orchestra...

coming to you

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