Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

To the theater-going public.
Don't you recognize me, Mr. Cohan? I used to be a clerk at the Friars Club.
Unless the job was steady
- Oh, uh... - Here's a letter from George.
Like a dove nest
- How old are you? - Eh...
And look here...
Send the word, send the word To beware
"Marie"
- Glad to have met you, Mr. Schwab. - That's mine.
G-A-N, you see
To come back
All right, no need to get excited.
We're all packed, dear.
We're going roller-skating.
I'll remember that when the rent comes due.
- Why, Mr. Cohan, how sweet of you. - Oh, it was nothing at all.
Oh, I don't care for Templeton. I'm looking out for you.
And I heard about Little Johnny Jones.
I remember I was a kid in medical college in Baltimore...
What's a cold bottle?
I'll take an ad in every paper right alongside their reviews...
Give her a chance. See how that song goes.
Every word that I speak Goes into headlines
All right, all right, let the blackballs fall where they may.
...who called herself Marie.
That theater's awfully cold, George. Better have some more heat put in there.
He's all yours.
- Think she'll take it? - I don't know.
The drums rum-tumming everywhere
Well, we haven't got any piano handy.
But you will admit I was a bumpy wheel. You'll roll along a whole lot easier without me.
Which one do you want to open first?
- Oh! - Huh?
- There's enough water in the goulash now. - Heh-heh-heh.
Boy
Had it made up on that old backdrop you like so well, fireproofed and everything.
Over there Over there
The food is simply terrible Just sauerkraut and veal
Keep your eyes upon me And surprised you will be
And it isn't long before we're looking up anxiously...
I had a trunkful of songs and play scripts...
- What makes you think I can't? - I'd hate to see you try it.
Yankee Doodle let them down.
We need more songs to express America.
Well, thank you very much for your entertainment, Mr. Cohan...
Ought to be arrested, every one of those hoodlums.
We're coming over
And finished up the Boulder Dam To give the boys a chaser
Look, if you haven't got time now, maybe a few minutes after the show.
When I listen to the music Of a military band
Double R-I
If Mrs. R. would stay at home I'd get a decent meal
The city of old New York
...so we came back to the farm...
Well, now, maybe I'm not.
Oh, Daddy, he has left me.
- Good-bye. - Bye.
Thanks.
What does this mean?
Oh, I'm an ordinary guy who knows what ordinary guys like to see.
I'll take it. That'll impress him if he thinks I can smoke.
A kid had to believe in himself to buck that.
The blue was the blue of the free, open sky...
I was supposed to be off-duty this evening, Mr. Cohan...
We were just talking about you, George. Miss Templeton's never seen your work.
Good-bye, Johnny. And don't worry, we still believe in you.
And they join in the chorus Of Nellie Kelly
Uh, several gentlemen to see you outside, Mr. Cohan.
...lining up a vehicle for you.
The Four Cohans are as much an institution as marriage is.
If you can fix up a good vaudeville act, we'll double your present salary...
Oh, thanks. A couple of tickets for the show.
- A surprise, Dad. - Happy birthday!
Over there
On your toes.
I'm a real-life Yankee Doodle Made my name on fame and boodle
Give my regards
We'll have nothing to do with you
I call it a hit.
Among them, to take the bitter with the better.
- You liked it, Miss Templeton? - Ah!
Don't print it It's strictly off the record
Well, come on, tell me, how'd it go?
We'll be over We're coming over
We'll whisper of how you're yearning
If Harold laughs, then I know it isn't funny.
- How's my double? - Your double isn't any too sure.
I'd settle for that too.
There never was anything dull about his life, either.
Thank you. What's your partner's name?
We do it. Come on, let's get packing.
- Too expensive. - Didn't even read the second act.
Oh, what a fine bunch of Reubens
Come in.
Starring the author and composer, George M. Cohan."
Of thee we sing
If you get me in to see Miss Templeton, I'll get you two passes to my next show.
What are you thinking about, Georgie?
Is it gonna take him that long to discover he has no talent?
It'll pack the pews.
I called it Popularity.
I'm George M. Cohan.
- I can't let her have that. - What difference does it make?
That's an early show. They ought to be here by now.
That's impossible. We never had a written contract.
I'm sorry. I can't use this, Cohan.
Why didn't somebody give me some reading glasses for my birthday?
...I knew here was a little boy who needed looking after...
Well, that's better.
Go broke that she's a hot potato
- Certainly. - Fine. Thanks very much.
They'll never forgive you, never trust you again.
What?
We're not breaking up our act or our family. And besides...
Henry, I want you to promise the cop and Mr. Schults...
To mingle with that old-time throng
We took the red from the flame of dawn...
Nellie.
Don't print it Strictly off the record
Congratulations, George, old boy. You did a great job.
When he comes in here, I want you to keep quiet.
I wrote it for one particular, very special Mary.
Well, it has a nice patriotic ring to it. What do you think?
- That's pretty good for a drama. - Yeah.
...to be sure the flag's still waving over us.
- What'd you get Dad for his birthday? - Oh, nothing much. Just a smoking jacket.
Chances are, the way you're going, you won't be either.
They did that.
Who's locked my door?
You can't do this. You'll always regret it.
- That clock right? - Yes, sir.
- Good evening, Madame. - Good evening, Madame.