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Delightfully absurd comedy in which Betsy Drake plays Patsy Douglas, a secretary working for an advertising agency. Their most important account is Baxter's Babyfoods, and since Patsy has noticed that women carrying babies get given seats on the subway, one night she steals the discarded doll that has been used in the advertising display, in order to get a seat on her way home. It just happens that Cyrus Baxter (Edmund Gwenn) owner of Baxter's Babyfoods, is travelling on the same train. This leads to unforeseen complications, and Patsy finds herself having to play the role of single parent to her 'baby'. Then thing start to get really complicated. The whole thing is very silly but great fun.

A thoroughly enjoyable piece of fluff. Nothing to deep just a well cast, well acted hour and thirty two minutes of entertainment. I just stumbled across this film and hand't checked to see what it was about or who was in it. I'm glad I didn't though; based on the description I might have skipped this little gem. Dennis Morgan and Zachary Scott were both great, as was Betsy Drake. But as usual Edmund Gwenn stole the show. I'm surprised they could find stars to work with him; he always effortlessly stole the show in anything he was in. I recently saw him in" Them"; a low budget sci-fi film and he added weight that part as well. This story starts out with a simple inadvertent dissection by young women that just wants a seat on the subway. That simple act winds up complicating her life, like she never anticipated. And others wind up draw in by their own assumptions. This is a prime example of late forties, early fifties comedy. And is a dramatic demonstration of how much the world has changed in just fifty years. People watching this film from the viewpoint of someone born after 1960 won't recognize the morals or values in this film. But this really is the way most people were like back then; for the most part. So it's a humorous character study, and another glimpse of time gone by.

Thin little comedy that takes a clever premise and tries to stretch it to 90-minutes. Betsy Drake is a 40-hour a week drudge cranking out office mimeos, so we don't begrudge her a little trickery getting a seat on the crowded subway. But then, charmed by her fake baby and motherhood, mean old tycoon Edmund Gwenn decides to break character and befriend the simple working girl. Now she's stuck with keeping up the pretense lest she anger her powerful benefactor, leading to a number of semi-comedic predicaments.

Certainly, Drake and Gwenn don't lack for sparkle. The trouble is the humorous situations seldom get the comedic bounce they need. As a result, the set-ups tend to fade into the narrative itself. I suspect director Windust simply lacks the right touch for comedy, which I also suspect is harder to do than drama. Then too, the usually lively Dennis Morgan appears oddly distracted, while the usually villainous Zachary Scott shows he's not entirely out of place.

Anyway, the movie's a good glimpse into the coming consumer age through the medium of an advertising agency. And catch how sensitive the norms of the period are to unwed motherhood. In fact, take away the unwed part, and much of the story would collapse. From these standpoints, the movie's a good foreshadowing of the 1950's as a whole—though it's likely the charming Drake didn't fit the coming age of Marilyn's, Jayne's, and Mamie's. Too bad, because as the deserving working girl in this film she's darn near perfect.

Overall, the movie manages some clever set-ups, a few chuckles, but most of all, a good glimpse of its time period.

I really loved Betsy Drake. During her marriage to Cary Grant, I had always wondered if she couldn't have brought off a mad-cap comedy something like the many that Cary Grant had made over his career.This movie fits the bill PERFECTLY!!

Like Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? (1957) it is about the advertising industry. But, this one seems more natural--not as forced. Also, we get to see Dennis Morgan, Zachary Scott, and Edmund Gwenn in funny situations such as we have never seen them in before. Here, Dennis Morgan is more than just a singer in for light comedy (he actually gets mad and frustrated here). Zachary Scott proves he can be funny too, and Edmund Gwenn shows how angry and totally confused he can be in this zany situation.

The story: Sam Morley (Dennis Morgan) heads up an advertising firm, and Barry Holmes (Zachary Scott) is his right-hand man. Patsy Douglas (Betsy Drake) works at the firm as a lowly mimeograph operator, but is infatuated with her boss, Morley. One day, Morley's secretary quits her job to get married, and Patsy is chosen to temporarily take her place. She is a failure as a secretary and is soon to be replaced.

However, at the same time, she wins over the firm's chief advertiser, Cyrus Baxter (Edmund Gwenn), owner of Baxter Baby Food—the largest company to advertise with Morley's firm.

How does she win him over?

She does it as the mother with a baby named after Cyrus Baxter while the two happen to be riding in a subway together. However, the baby (covered by a blanket) is not real; it is a doll from the hallway display that Patsy had taken from the advertising agency in order to get a seat in the subway. After being flattered that Pasty would name a baby after him, the normally grouchy Baxter insists that she work on the Baxter account--or he would take his million-dollar account elsewhere. But, what should Morley and Holmes have the untalented Patsy do? Copywriting, i,e, making up advertising jingles for Baxter Baby Food.

The story is zany and fun. It also shows us how to break up a fit of anger: by just start reciting Longfellow's poem, The Song of Hiawatha. If you can say "On the shores of Gitche Gumee..." and still stay angry, you are hopeless.

Sam Morley loses his secretary Peggy to marriage. Patsy Douglas (Betsy Drake) is a horribly clumsy replacement. The 22 year old gets sent back down. She takes a doll pretending to be her baby to get a seat on the subway. Her advertising agency's biggest client ruthless Cyrus Baxter (Edmund Gwenn) happens to be riding on the train next to her. Patsy claims to have named the baby Cyrus after Baxter while Baxter pretends to be nightwatchman Smith. Baxter is so taken with the story that upon learning it, Sam and Barry Holmes quickly give the recently-fired Patsy a raise. Confusion reigns.

Patsy is such a weird character. Betsy Drake doesn't seem like a comedian to pull it off but her natural sincerity really sets this off. She may have gotten the job due to her husband Cary Grant but she's actually weirdly funny in her unreal antics. The confusion is worthy of the craziest screwball comedies. The romance is a little stuck on. If only Cary Grant joined his wife. That part is a little clunky.