:11:08
That's it, Mr. Pomfred.
:11:10
You're the highest
and only bidder.
:11:12
Mr. Peacock, I'm sure
Mr. Tremain was delayed!
:11:15
In all decency... Uncle Amos,
c-can't you wait just a few minutes?
:11:18
After 125 years, you can't just
up and... kill the Peacock.!
:11:23
Kill what? Peacock's Magazine has
been dead for the past 20 years.
:11:28
As majority stockholders,
our branch of the family...
:11:30
has been trying to unload this
white elephant... White elephant!
:11:34
Uncle Amos, this magazine has
brought honor to the name of Peacock!
:11:37
That's why it's better
this way, nephew.
:11:39
Why, you... you wouldn't want to drag that
honorable name through bankruptcy, would you?
:11:44
Well... Of course not! Well,
that does it, Mr. Pomfred.
:11:48
You can sell the presses as junk, start
demolishing the building in a month.
:11:55
Junk?
:11:57
Oh, Abner. I'm sorry.
:12:01
Now, now, Rose Ellen.
Come on. Come on.
:12:04
We just have to...
:12:07
learn to take it on the chin.
:12:13
Miss Pickering?
Yes, sir.
:12:15
We'll have to rewrite
that last editorial.
:12:18
Just head it... um...
:12:21
last issue.
:12:26
Dear and faithful friends...
:12:30
of the bird.
:12:36
That's it.
Let's go.
:12:38
And while Peacock's Magazine
may be gone,
:12:43
it's spirit will...
will live on...
:12:47
in the song...
of the bobolink;
:12:53
in the peep...
of the tufted titmouse...
:12:56
Stop the sale.!
Stop the sale.!