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Show MWy^V^^fr^xWr^^Wr^r^WrA^i1i^*iI BlfHp iniIt Mi&ht Be Your OfficeSwitchboard Operator: Helloâ€"yesâ€"Oh, no, Mr. Kelley, honest I wasn'tâ€"I wasn't listening inâ€"honest I wasn'tâ€"yeh. but never on your callsâ€"honestâ€"all right, Mr. Kelleyâ€"I won't listen in on anybody's callsâ€"I won't â€"honest. " (Pulls out plug and turns to office boy who has been waiting by with cap in hand.) The boss is sure on the war-path today.Office Boy: As if 1 didn't know it. What do you suppose.he's going to do if he finds I'm out getting you a walnut sundae?Switchboard Operator: Go on, he won' Here's the money.Well, if I get thBookkeeper (nutting hand in pocket and interrupting): Say, Willie, while you're outâ€"a chocolate malted milk.Office Boy (taking money): I suppose as usual you want a straw?Bookkeeper: Yeh, and as usual, don't eat the package of crackers on the way up.File Girl: Oh, Willie.Office Boy (disgusted): Aw! How many more!File Girl: Now that isn't nice. You know it. Especially when I want you to get me a chocolate malted, too. You will, won't you. like a good, sw:et boy?Office Boy: I suppose so. Where's the money?File Girl fopen;n« pocketbook and givi money): You're really a darling.Office Boy: Save that for your boy friend.Clerk (getting up from desk): Bill, will you get mesome cho'olate ice cream like a good fel'ow? ! ! .....you would, here's the money.Office Boy (taking it): Gosh, Mr. Martin, I'm gonna get caught some day going out to get stuff for you people. I hope it ain't today. The boss is boiling over.Clerk: Don't worry. If anything happensâ€"I'm your friend. (Pats boy on back and goes back to desk.)Stenographer (as boy starts to leave): Oh, Willie Don't forget me. Remember I asked for a coca cola and remember I told you to get gum with the nickel change. I'm all out of it.Office Boy (as he g02s out): Now don't let me get; caught.Chorus: We won't Willie. Don't worry. The boss'Il never know. We're all for you.(Office boy exits.)(The force resumes its work and within a second or two the boss, in vest and rolled shirt sleeves, viciously chewing a cigar and with papers gripped in his hand, enters from his private office.)Boss: Where's Willie?(No answer.)Say! I'm talking. Doesn't anyone know where Willie is?Clerk (arising and meekly confronting boss): I'll tell you, Mr. Kelley, he just stepped out for a second. If there's anything I can do I'd only be glad to do it for you.Boss: You would?Clerk: Yes, sir.Boss: Wellâ€" (takes him to one side and lowers voice) step out and get me one of those ice cream sandwiches.'m:mm:M:AThree hundred eightym |
