So uh … Dude. Where’s My Car?
Ted Riely, the theatrical agent who produces revues and all that sort of thing, was sitting in the Monte Carlo with Walter Gallagher the other night when he suddenly jumped up as though struck by lightning.
“What’s the matter?” asked Walter.
“I just remembered that I left my car somewhere this afternoon,” replied Ted. “I stopped several places where acts of mine are rehearsing; now I’ll have to make the rounds to try to locate my car.”
This is a new kind of absentmindedness.
“Oh, and by the way … did I forget to mention that Johnny Weismuller was a friend of your great-grandfather’s?” ~Jenny’s mom.
And by the way, did you know that Wally Gallagher two or three seasons ago was swimming in such form that he looked like a coming champion. Johnny Weismuller only beat him for a world’s title by a second and a quarter. Rich food and late hours have kind of slowed Wally up a bit.