Aunt Hattie

I'll answer your question, buddy. I see, Victor. In just a moment, you will hear Maisie and Radio starring the same glamorous star you all went to see it loved on the screen and Southern. I'm Maisie, like man said.

Maisie was there in Brooklyn. My boyfriend Eddie Jordan and I live in Mrs. Kennedy's boarding house. And when we get enough money, we're going to get married. But we don't make very much. You see, I'm in show business.

And even when I work, I'm underpaid. The other day I left my salary on a table in the theater and a stage hand thought it was a tip. He doesn't do much better and spends his spare time dreaming of the day when he'll be so rich.

He won't have to live anything heavier than a deck of cards. I still feel there are more important things than money, but I wish I knew what they were. Well, speaking of money, the other day a friend of Eddie who's always been crazy about me, He's named Harry Adams and he's a pretty sharp customer.

Maisie. What's the matter Harry? Maisie, I got a terrible problem. Well, don't worry about Harry. Some people overcome their personality. You got me all wrong, doll. I'm a sweet guy at heart. I just do lousy things to people to hide my inferiority complex.

I'm a sweetheart. a sweetheart. I'm a star. Smart and fire. Oh no, Mrs. Kennedy. It is. No. Sorry. You remember my landlady, Mrs. Kennedy, don't you? Oh, Mrs. Kennedy. Oh, Terry Adams. Excuse me. Where you going? I'm going to lock up the silver drawer and the refrigerator.

Oh, right. Oh, right. Oh, go. I know when I'm not wanted. I don't have to have no house full of me. Oh, for heaven's safety, a trine for the Academy Award is something. To dial us up trying to tear my heart out.