I'm Mrs. Delaney, Mr. Doe . . . and God bless you, my boy.

Gee, whiz—I'm all mixed up—I don't get it. Look, all those swell people think I'm gonna jump off a building or something. I never had any such idea. Gosh! A fella'd have to be a mighty fine example himself to go around telling other people how to—Say, look, what happened the other night was on account of Miss Mitchell, here. She wrote the stuff.

Don't you see what a wonderful thing this can be? But we need you, John.

In a small town, Meet John Doe.