It took nine tailors (1948)

Page scan 000222 from It took nine tailors

Record Details:

Title:
It took nine tailors
Date:
1948
Publisher:
New York : Whittlesey House
Volume:
It took nine tailors
Leaf #:
000222
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
May 02, 2024
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188 IT TOOK NINE TAILORS A horrible thought flashed into George's mind. "Has he been buried yet?" he demanded. "Yesterday." George groaned and hung up. But he had to have a dinner jacket. He picked up the phone and made a few more calls. Finally he learned the name of the Fussbuckle undertaker and called him. "Was Mr. Fussbuckle buried in a tuxedo?" he asked, fearing to hear the answer. The undertaker was averse to revealing just what Mr. Fussbuckle had worn to his own funeral; but after a few cautious questions and a short delay for consultation with his partner, he finally admitted that the late Mr. Fussbuckle had been buried in a tuxedo. "Dig him up," commanded George. "That's my tuxedo he's wearing, and I need it." "I'm sorry, sir," said the undertaker, "but that wouldn't do any good. You see, the garment was so small for Mr. Fussbuckle that we took a pair of scissors and split it up the back."