‘Swell!
Waldo grinned and picked up the papers. ‘Where is the dotted line?
‘Better read them first,' Gleason cautioned him
‘Oh shucks, no. If it suits you, it suits me. Can I borrow your stylus?
A worried little man worked his way up to them. ‘About that recording, Waldo-
‘We've discussed that,' Waldo said flatly. ‘I only perform before audiences.
‘We've combined it with the Warm Springs benefit.
‘That's different. OK.
‘While you're about it, take a look at this layout.' It was areduction, for a twenty-four sheet:
THE GREAT WALDO AND HIS TROUPE
with the opening date and theatre left blank, but with a picture of Waldo, as Harlequin, poised high in the air
‘Fine, Sam, fine!' Waldo nodded happily
‘Hospital calling again!
‘I'm ready now,' Waldo answered, and stood up. His dresser draped his street cape over his lean shoulders. Waldo whistled sharply. ‘Here, Baldur! Come along.' At the door he stopped an instant, and waved. ‘Goodnight, fellows!
‘Goodnight, Waldo.
They were all such grand guys