but i keep telling you how difficult it is, mrs. schuyler. the last time i asked her for those letters, she made very uncouth noises with her mouth.
you can't do that. leave it to me. i know how to handle reporters.
we've decided to see the reporters. send in the man from the tribune first.
you're the tribune man?
this way.
fine newspaper the tribune.
i knew your managing editor very well.
yale '21, i believe.
we were classmates.
i got him his job on the paper. i'm a stock-holder, you know.
as one tribune man to another
but right now i'm acting in the capacity of mrs. schuyler's attorney.
i know, i know. but there's no truth in the story whatsoever.
so, you see how silly that rumor is?
that's what i wanted to say, but i couldn't think of it.
thank you very much.
give my regards to your managing editor.
smythe, bring in the other reporter.
just a habit. mr. schuyler is a bit put out by all the rumors going around.
no breach-of-promise case has been filed. the matter has been settled out of court.
we admit nothing. however, i have a little statement all prepared.
i have it here.
the man from the tribune seemed perfectly satisfied.
i think you'd better go.
where were you yesterday?
when you get through with him?
now, anne, you remember how much it cost to get rid of that baseball player?
i've tried to stop the evening papers, but it's useless.
well, at best you might deny it.
traps shut!
well, what else do you expect them to call you?
cinderella man! that's fifteen.
hello, smith.
i suppose you know why i came?
now don't be absurd, smith
i don't eat waffles.
anne asked me to come and see you about the divorce.
we should like to know how much you would want to
that's putting it crudely, but
i beg your pardon.
yes.