Manhattan Magazine

Jane? Jane? Yes, Erma, what is it? I can't understand why I was five pounds overweight when I stood in the scales. I told you why you had that heavy purse in your hand. Well, not the second time Jane, I hung it over my shoulder.

That's what you can expect when you listen to my friend Erma. Friendship, friendship, just perfect friendship. When other friendships have been forgotten, theirs will still be hot. Leiber Brothers Company, makers of Swan, the soap with the exclusive super-creamed blend presents Our friend Swan with my friend Irma.

Starring Marie Wilson as Irma and Kathy Lewis as Jane. The clock's Saturday. The noon whistles have just blown and me, little Jane, Stacy, I'm going to do the same. Because as far as the Rhyelander investment company is concerned, they can take their job until Monday morning.

So I covered my typewriter, opened my purse, examined my shopping list, looked at my paycheck, tore up my shopping list, kicked my typewriter, slammed the door and I'm off. What you reminds me? Irma Peterson is waiting for me on 42nd Street.

You ought to be shamed to yourself, smoking this agar and broad daylight. Well, pull, lady. I'm old enough to be your father. Don't you dare sit there and talk to me that way. Ah, look, lady. I ain't sittin'.

I happen to be a singer-midget and I'm tall for my age. Just a minute, Sonny. Now, listen, ladies, stop anointing me, or I'll climb up over this curb and let you have it. And I think they're always tryin' to pick me up.

Aww, Jane, you been waiting long, honey? Not by my watch. It stopped. Oh Jane, I had a terrible experience with a little boy smoking a black cigar. I'm sure he wasn't any more than two feet old.