Pint-Sized Payroll Bandit

Now Frank Sinatra transcribed as Rocky Fortune. NBC presents Frank Sinatra, starring as that footloose and fancy-free young gentleman, Rocky Fortune. I don't know what it is about me and work that keeps the two of us from ever going steady, Eddie.

But sometimes I just get restless and I quit a job and then again sometimes I get restless and I take one. This time I took one, night conamant at an all-night Hamburg diner. The diner was located on the lower west side, right between a saloon and a dance hall.

Those who liked weak drinks went to the saloon, and those who liked strong women went to the dance joint. Nobody came to the diner. Nobody would trouble. A sober was a nine-year-old cowboy with freckles and a shoebox under his arm.

It was around midnight on a miserable night when the door popped open and he popped in. How do you do? What'll be, partner? One wimpy dronit. How's that? One wimpy, Drown it. A hamburger would catch him.

Oh, excuse me, kid. I still know what this job. I sling the hash, but not the lingo. OK, one wimpy coming up. And Drown it. Right, oh, well, Drown it. What's a kid like you doing out this late on a rainy night?

I'm just coming back from a friend's house. What was it, an all-night P-nockle game? How old are you anyway, son? Eight? I'm nine. Nine? Well, go on a nine. Oh, pardon me. How about a glass of milk while you're waiting?

Okay. You, uh, got any money? See the shoe box? Yep. North Senate? Shoes. Money. Fifty thousand dollars. Yeah? Well, that's a nice safe place to hide a kid. Only you go around and walk with that much dough on your shoes and you go be ten feet tall.