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m lately. Here, in their own dialogue, is how Sinatra and Bob Hope view the matter.
time: Winter of 1949.
place: North Hollywood: the living room of Bob Hope's rambling Tudor residence. As the curtain rises, Bob is sitting on a sofa with Linda, nine, his oldest daughter. He is in his favorite position, counting money. There's a knock at the door. As Linda rises to answer it, Bob, unmindful of the disturbance, keeps arranging hundred dollar bills into nice, neat piles. Linda opens the door, and Frank Sinatra enters.
linda : (Extending her hand) Hi !
sinatra: Hi, Linda! (He picks the child up and
kisses her cheek, then puts her down.) Your
old man around? 'J linda: He sure is. He got a rush call from the
White House this morning. sinatra: You mean. . . ?
linda : Exactly. The Treasury is short on cash. sinatra: Do you think he can spare me a few minutes?
linda: I think so — if you don't want to borrow
any money. . . . Do you? sinatra: Not today. You see, Linda, I want to talk
to your daddy about Bing Crosby. linda: Well, that's not exactly Daddy's favorite
subject, you know. sinatra: Yeah, but I'm sort of involved, too. linda: Then, why don't you just go in? I'm on
my way out to play. (She steps out the
door.) So long! sinatra: So long, Linda. (Frank approaches Hope,
whose face is barely visible behind three
piles of greenbacks.) hope: (Without looking up.) Sounds like Sinatra. sinatra: It sure ain't Jane Russell. (Hope rises, and
they shake hands warmly.) hope: Glad you could drop in, Frank. Things
must be slow for you. sinatra: Oh, not too slow. I'm up to my ears in
radio work. hope: Still in radio, eh? sinatra: You sound surprised. hope: Frankly, thin-boy, I am. .sinatra: On the, level?
hope : Sure. After all, Frank, you've been around 10 years. That's a long time.
sinatra: And you, I guess, are what they call a newcomer?
hope: Don't feel hurt. After all, I'm just quoting.
sinatra: Quoting who, Crosby?
hope: No! Crosby and you are in the same boat.
sinatra: What do you mean, same boat?
hope: Do you — do you read the magazines?
sinatra: Sure, I read. (Continued on page 77)
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