Gold Diggers of 1933 (Warner Bros.) (1933)

FICTIONIZATION So the limp form of J. Lawrence Bradford, of the Boston Bradfords, was deposited as neatly as possible amid the silken finery of Carol’s bea. As they worked, they talked. now. I’ve something important to at-| Trixie to marry him, so that when tend to.” “Gigolo” Eddie did break in Trixie Polly stared open-eyed at the|Sent him packing and changed her sleeping J. Lawrence. “I’m afraid| mind altogether, confessing that she we’ve gone too far,” she gasped.|Teally did love the Bradford family “No,” said Brad. “It’s only the belawyer. But Eddie came back with Fay Fortune, introducing her as his real wife, much to Trixie’s astonishment and they celebrated by open “Do you know,” demanded Trix-| ginning.” Then he stepped closer to the bed and addressed his sleeping brother directly. ie, “I thought you were kind of atte getting stuck on him.” Adapted from Warner Bros.’ super musical pro duction of the same name, coming to the Thedire.. 365 3° Fictionization by CARLISLE JONES with a cast of 12 stars headed by Warren William, Ruby Keeler and Joan Blondell. CHAPTER IX “T’ve just been putting on a good “My dear brother,’ he began. “So “And You Are the One Who Called Other People Cheap and Vulgar.’ (Dick Powell and Warren William in a dramatic scene from “Gold Diggers of 1933.”’) ing a bottle of Eddie’s best wares. | Next Morning | J. Lawrence’s chagrin the next morning was materially increased when Brad walked in on him in Carol’s room before he was fully dressed. Brad pretended to be furi ° ° ] d hurt. alll Sleeping in Strange Beds vine Moa se Mec hss “And you are the one who called ; ‘ as other people cheap and vulgar,” he C6 HAT’S the matter with him?’’ demanded Trixie when eee aa owas 8 cried. “Well I’m listening, make it she made out the slumped figure of J. Lawrence Brada7 . : oe good. ford on the chaise lounge. ‘‘Sleeping sickness? ne ers Gye ‘““He passed out,’’ explained Carol, a catch in her voice. : we sites 3 “au 4 Ra AE manded J. Lawrence, weakly. Trixie was indignant and then thoughtful. : **Sa-a-ay,’’ she began. “You probably walk in your % = \ ‘‘Say what?’’ demanded Carol. hae aa age pg ie ‘““Have I an idea? Ask me? Have I an idea?’’ Sn oe OueER ged ie ' hood. A great light began to dawn “Have you an idea?” asked Carol _ : te on J. Lawrence. He remembered meekly. ee : : . ees wee oe Are ae are act,” said Carol but her voice lacked| you'll stop my income, will you?}|some of the events of the previous . 7 yee ea . (4 s 2 4 : 4 “Listen.” Trixie was prancing any gt bk Bates bin waking’up conviction, even to herself. Won’t let me marry Polly, will you? | evening. now. “We stick him in bed. Your|in.the morning in bed—in your bed? Mane ok ‘ixie, | Listen, old fellow. You don’t know] “I don’t know what to say,” he bebed.” What will he ask himself? What| “A very good act,” said Trixie, ae ‘ : m it yet, but you’re going to wake up] gan. : ‘ wisely “You fooled me.” Then she d 7 =: would anyone ask himself. ‘What kind ad wi i f Oh, no you don’t. has happened? he will ask himself,| Went on. “I guess you think P'm a kinder and wiser man. “Don’t say anything,” roared “Don’t get excited. You sleep with] What am I doing in this girl’s bed?’ | falling for that apple-cheeked boy |. The important thing which bss Brad. “I’m grateful to you. You’ve g ; : Rien ie had to attend to was Faneuil H. ) ” friend I’ve been chiseling. But you’d opened my eyes. I’d never marry her me. And how many answers are there to 8 y Peabody She had left him, slightly . “Oh,” that? How many?” be surprised what plans I have for : DO pe Sat y hi f : : worse for the champagne, in “Gigo. >i éana wien” het wal WD. Wei 3 um. ’m going to take Faneuil H. ; No, of course,” stammered J. = *s eran es Carol considered it. : . lo” Eddie’s apartment where she Mary clared Trixie, “will we have him Peabody like Grant took Waterloo a bai -4 adit tains Web RE Lawrence, “after this— ; ; ” 4 where we want him? Will he do —or whatever it was he took! comfortable income for life. It had| SUr@, You don’t_care who I mar-} exactly «as we want him to do? Ask | It’s a Bet | Brad, bringing Polly home from all been arranged. Just as Tiixiasa eee but the girl I love. Well, me, will he?” the party, arrived at that moment. folded herself intoePSaWedy's portly I don’t care now either. Just to show Carol shook her head uncertainly. “Say, all those big stuck up ideas| They took to Carol’s room and lap, “Gigolo” Eddie was to break in, her Pll marry anyone. I’ll marry the . “T don’t like it,” she said. he has about himself—he’ll have lost| Showed him his sleeping brother. pose as Trixie’s outraged husband first girl I see—no matter who she “You want to get even with him,| everyone of them. He’ll feel like a “How did he get THERE?’’ he} and share the proceeds. is!” don’t you?” —what do they call those guys? Oh| demanded gleefully. But it didn’t work out that way.| And then—by prearrangement— ty ose dOy’ -neumibted Carol velie-, e8. He'll feel like a cad.” “He passed out, so we tucked|Faneuil H. Peabody declared his| Polly walked into the room. mently. “Tt’s a bet,” said Carol. him,” grinned Trixie. “I have to run | love openly and honorably and asked (To Be Continued.) _ He found a poised and confident) and all that remained to straighten | looking fellow pushed through the Carol waiting for him. J. Bradford’s| out everything was for J. Lawrence] stage entrance and made for Brad. check for ten thousand dollars was/ to forgive Brad for tricking him in“I hear you two are married,” he already framed and hanging in plain | to letting Brad and Polly get mar-| roared to Brad and Polly. “Well. Pm sight on the wall. Carol showed it| ried. Brad, it developed, lacked six going to have it annulled.” to him while he was still white with | months of being twenty-one. Carol Yea hate ; : E n ” anger. and J. Lawrence were still arguing mee ore emirate be E ; f : declared Peabody, mistaking J. LawI hung it up there,” she said} about this when show time came and J é ; { rences intentions. pointedly “to remind me never to| she rushed to the theatre. be mixed up with your type again. Trixie showed up there as Mrs. “Not yours, stupid. His.” x Now get out will you? Please—get “You can’t do that,” said Brad. out.” ‘ “Yes I can. You’re und Biel) Theatre... with a cast of 12 stars headed by Bite d.: bayeopee did aca act ont. oe ee oe J Warren William, Ruby Keeler and Joan Blondell. Instead he suddenly lost all his irriae Pe ee ee b tation in the realization that he Even Carol couldn’t soften J. LawFictionization y loved this girl whom he had misrence and even when she threatened CARLISLE JONES taken for Polly Parker. He found to break their engagement, J. Lawhimself shaking her furiously when rence went right ahead and told the CHAPTER X detective to arrest Brad. It was Barney Hopkins who saved the sitSealed, Signed and Delivered Ao : ‘ ; . “What’s going on here,?” he deO Brad marched off with Polly in feigned anger and married eae e oe nie : e : ; : : j her immediatelly and the contrite J. Lawrence Bradford a as Pp ip-toe hi ut of the girls’ apartment. made ready to tip-toe his wae out g p “My brother had me arrested—for It was Trixie who stopped him. Before she had talked two getting married,” Brad explained minutes J. Lawrence was reaching for his checkbook. i . tes 5 i rrested? puzzled Barney. ‘‘Wive thousand. Is that satisfactory?’’ he asked. Bighonste the sop? Sit ’? declared Trixie positively, with Carol’s interests i It is not, p y; “Here he is,” declared J. Lawat heart. ,. | rence. “Detective Jones.” “Here,” said J. Lawrence, shak; “Rest Your Eyes on This, His Check for Ten Thousand Dollars.’ : ing his aching head. “Ten. And,” he ARE carrying the torch for ae (Joan Blondell and Aline McMahon in a scene from “Gold Diggers of “Detective my eye,” howled Baradded, “this is all I will do.” ei i Og 1933.” ) ney. “I know that mug. He’s a ham ) era “He’s not a chump. He’s good. this knowledge came over him. Faneuil H. Peabody with her beam-| actor. Get on out there. Get into “Oh don’t feel generous about it, ia to” os Peas k : hided ‘Trixie, “Tt’s not. much.” And 1 eels I wasedrunk last time,” he said, ing and blushing husband in tow. your number. Has everybody gone oeeee eee eek me : ; “Sure,” nodded Trixie, “you hate] “put I’m not drunk now. I mean it. bp Cet him Tee aroted) puget” she handed him his hat and said hin at oie ae Bini g ’ 2 gurglied. : . Ss gu. ove you, 4 Olly “Sioned, sealed and delivered.” But the smiling J. Lawrence Bradgoodbye to him with a flourish. tt blag “yp ener I love him,” choked Carol. “I’ve “TD SS gee ares “Rost ita? ahogaia . I’m not Polly,” sighed Carol. “Good girl,” beamed Carol, “keep ford held Brad aud Polly back a : 4 re . ‘ : i est your eyes on this,” she s never been so happy in all my life. “Whatever your name is then—” pe act ng ene minute longer. He pulled the check to Carol, a moment later. Carol pushPs abtek what : f 2 vegan J. Lawrence. ia which Carol had framed and which ed her away. When J. Lawrence Bradford read seh aia maretee ai Have you seen my esteemed ba had lat df tl ‘ . arol—that’s my name. eap : 1e ha ater remove rom the “What's the matter,?” gasped| about the early morning marriage of Oe see a P| prother since he heard the news? eigen hike of tae a hee Ee ee Trixie. “Not h?” his young brother Brad and Polly | 2° VUear Varol— Brad asked Carol. ‘ P ; eet i ae af : on : ‘ : Carol will endorse it for you—for “I don’t want it,” sobbed Carol. Parker, he realized he had been Everytime you say ‘cheap and “Yes.” said Carol, running to her oe aes i ‘ , +499 tricked. He listened briefly to Pea-| Vulgar, warned J. Lawrence, “I’m place in the wings. “And whatever Pe aie es Brecon See A font emik, Bey OF Ate : : ” the curtain started up just as the body’s roseate account of his love | %0ing to kiss you. happens, don’t weaken.” ean Pe E ‘ ; amazed Brad and Polly slid into Vou Chunw! for Trixie and their plans for marAnd he did. Something happened almost imrae fikthe Mehta wens e | riage and then started alone for So it was settled that Carol and | mediately. J. Lawrence, looking like eS on a le ys aaa “I knew it,” howled Trixie. “You; Carol’s house. J. Lawrence would be married, too,|a thunder cloud and a detectiveTHE END. Se Page Ten