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BAMBI
“Not yet.”
“Gimme two pasteboards when you come to town. I’d like to see you.”
“All right. What’s your name?”
“Robert Mantell Moses. I’m going on, in comic opera, some day.”
“So?” said Bambi.
“Song and dance. Are you a dancer?”
“I am.”
“Toe or Tango?”
“I beg pardon.”
“Toe dancer, or Tango artist?”
“Oh, I do them both.”
“Do you do the Kitchen Sink? And the Wash Tub?”
Bambi thought fast. “Yes. And the One-legged Smelt. Also the Jabberwock Jig.”
He inspected her suspiciously.
“Say, those are new ones on me.”
“Really?”
She was thoroughly enjoying herself when the brazen-mouthed clock twanged twelve.
“Goodness! Is it as late as that? Claghorn’s ins are mostly outs.”
“Give me that again.”
