That’s not a bad idea. Franklyn, why don’t you use the story of how Miss Dale discovered Jack? MARY I’ll tell it to you, Franklyn. I was playing in Chicago— FORBES [_Takes out pad and pencil, sits at table_]. You were playing in Chicago? MARY I had a half hour to kill one day, and I dropped into one of those West Madison Street movie houses, and there he was. JACK This won’t be any good either— LEE Why? JACK Because after the opening night I’ll probably go back to Chicago—by freight. And the old gang at the movie house will give me the laugh. They’ll say, “Here he is—the great Jack Robin from Broadway! Hurray! Catch a broom and sweep out the place!” FORBES What movie house was it, Miss Dale? MARY I don’t know. What house was it, Jack? JACK Oh, a funny little place under an elevated station—called The Happy Hour. FORBES What were you doing there? JACK I was looking at Mary. MARY Jack was standing in a spotlight—dressed in _such_ clothes.... JACK You ought to see the suit I had, Mr. Lee, for eighteen fifty, with nine pair of pants! MARY And he was singing, “Take Me Back to Tennessee.” I never heard jazz sung quite like that before. There was a tear in it. I came every day that week. Jack did all sorts of things, comic songs, Mammy songs, sold candy up and down the aisle, announced next week’s program—about fourteen times a day. JACK Yeh, and I checked baby carriages, too! I did everything in that joint except collect the money. They wouldn’t let me do that. MARY Well, you know the rest, Franklyn. FORBES [_Rises_]. Thanks very much, Mr. Robin. You gave me more stuff for a good story than you thought you did. So long, Miss Dale. See you in your office, Mr. Lee. [_He goes._] LEE Come on, Jack. We’ve got a lot of work to do. JACK Mary, do you want to come along with us? MARY I’d love to, Jack, but I have to telephone Dad. LEE Give my regards to your father, Mary. MARY Thanks, I will. [_She goes._] JACK