Monday noon
`` There 's a country club only half a mile away , '' says she . `` You 're some grand little planner , '' says I. `` Now let me go plot out how to put the tra-la-la business into the proceedin 's . '' I had a hunch that part would come easy , too ; but after a couple of hours ' steady thinkin ' I decided that as a joy producer I 'd been overrated . The best I could dig out was to hunt up some music , and by Monday noon that was my total contribution . I 'd hired a band . It 's some band , though -- one of these fifteen-piece dance-hall combinations that had just closed a Coney Island engagement and was guaranteed to tear off this affair in zippy style . I left word what station they was to get off at , and ` phoned for a couple of jitneys to meet 'em .