Little Miss Broadway

More, Betsy! More!

Now this concludes our little entertainment,

and I'm sure we've all enjoyed it immensely.

I'm sorry to say--

or perhaps, I really shouldn't say sorry--

but we won't have the pleasure

of hearing Betsy sing for us again here.

Betsy's leaving us today.

Mr. Shea, who was a dear friend of her parents,

has come to take her to live with him in New York.

I'm sure she has everybody's good wishes

for happiness in her new home.

Is that me?

I guess it is.

Gee. I'm certainly a big surprise to myself!

I'll get your coat and hat.

Oh, you look beautiful, Betsy!

It's just "squisite," isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

I-- I hope someday

you'll all have pretty dresses too.

Betsy. We'll have to hurry now, dear.

I've still got to wrap all those toys Mr. Shea's been bringing you.

Couldn't I leave them here, Miss Hutchins?

Mmm, Mr. Shea might not like it.

He won't care. Please, Miss Hutchins, I'd much rather leave them here.

Just give them to-- oh, everybody.

Oh, that's sweet of you, dear. Say thanks to Betsy, girls.

Thank you, Betsy.

Now say good-bye to everybody, and we'll hurry along.

Good-bye Carol.

Bye, Betsy.

Good-bye, Jean.

Good-bye, Betsy.

Bye, Sheila.

Good-bye, Betsy.

Good-bye, Marilyn.

Good-bye, Betsy.

Good-bye, Mary.

Good-bye, Betsy.

Good-bye, Rosalie.

What's the matter? Don't you wanna say good-bye to me?

No!

Why, Rosalie. I'm surprised.

Now come be a nice girl. Say good-bye to Betsy.

No! I don't wanna say good-bye.

Why not?

'Cause--

Because I don't want Betsy to go.

Betsy! Betsy! Betsy!

Where's that button?

To the subway.

Hotel Variety.

The Three Dancin' Baby Dolls?

They don't live here anymore.

I don't know.

I reckon they retired on their Social Security.

You're welcome.

Hi, Pop!

Hello, Sam.

Flossie, see if you can locate Betsy.

It's time she was in bed.

- Hello? Is Betsy up there? - Any mail for me, Pop?

- If you see her-- - No, no mail for you, Sam.

Any mail for his fiddle?

Yeah, from its bow.

Those are the kind of gags that killed vaudeville.

- Hello, Betsy. Hello, Betsy.

- Hello. - Hello. Betsy.

Upstage. Rehearse in the theater.

Hello, angel.

Hello.

Where have you been?

Oh, just visiting.

Visiting, when you should have been in bed?

Have you done your homework?

Oh, yes. Here's my arithmetic.

Who helped you with these problems?

Mr. Burdini, the magician.

Hmm. Six goes into 18 five times?

Seven goes into 21 four times?

He's a magician, all right.

Oh, he's awful clever. He's been teaching me new tricks.

May I have my key, please?

Is that some of your ventriloquism?

That wasn't me.

Is there any mail for us?

Oh, hello. It's Mr. And Mrs. Brasno.

There you are.

Thank you.

It's from our son.

He's in college.

Look, Ma. Butch made the football team.

Oh. Look.

"Dearest Mom and Pop,

"just a line or two.

"Hope you and Mom are well

"and have found something to do.

I am getting along fine with my studies--"

My goodness!

"And as you can see, I'm on the squad."

Hello, George! Hello, Ole!

- Hiya, folks! Hello, Bets! - Hello, Mike.

Is there anything for us, Mike?

Buffalo, next week.

One act for a smoker in a hurry. How about you?

Sorry, Mr. Brody. I'm all booked up tonight.

On the slumber time, huh?

- I get it. -

Who do ya suggest, Pop?

Why, let me see--

Better see who owes the most rent.

- Right. - Let's see.

Well, there's Martin and Martin,

nine weeks.

Sullivan and Haley, six weeks.

Jimmy Clayton and his jazz band, it's 12 weeks.

- How about them? - They're a knockout.

All right, if you say so.

Get Jimmy Clayton on the telephone.

I raise a thousand bucks.

I think the phone's ringin'.

Don't change the subject.

I call you. What you got?

- What do you got? - Well, I--

I just got a little pair of threes.

And I thought you was bluffing.

Nuts to me, you get it?

Did you hang up your dress?

I hung up my dress, put away my shoes, brushed my teeth,

washed my neck, face, hands and ears.

Nice work.

I used to have curls all over my head once.

Ooh, that must've been lovely.

Yes, but they were lots of trouble.

Now, don't you sit up and listen to that music.

You just shut your eyes and go right to sleep.

I'll shut my eyes, but it'll probably come in through my ears.

Hiya, Butch!

Willoughby!

Willoughby.

Yes, sister?

Close that window.

Hand me the telephone book.

Yes, sister.

You seem to be enjoying that horrible racket.

Hmm? Well, I-I was carried away for the moment.

Hmm.

Yes, Miss Wendling, this is Mr. Shea's daughter.

My father-- I'm awfully sorry.

The boys are rehearsing, but I'd be glad to--

I'm tired of warning you people.

I won't have my nights disturbed

by a lot of noisy riffraff.

I won't put up with it any longer.

I'm sorry, Miss Wendling. I'll go right up and--

What's the matter?