Let me tell you, Countess, don't you ever get your lemon in his squeezer." There were audible murmurs of sympathy from the Countess.
"And so the old trouper had to start out Monday morning to peddle the brush.

Took him three days to land anything at all, and then it's nothing but a sleeping souse in a Western bar-room scene.

In here now he is--something the Acme people are doing.

He's had three days, just lying down with his back against a barrel sleeping.

He's not to wake up even when the fight starts, but sleep right on through it, which they say will be a good gag.