(Caption on screen: 'AN APPEAL ON BEHALF OF THE NATIONAL
TRUSS' Cut to a smartly dressed woman.)
Woman: Good evening. My name is Leapy Lee. No, sorry.
That's the name of me favorite singer. My name is Mrs. Fred Stone.
No, no, Mrs. Fred Stone is the wife of me favorite tennis player. My
name is Bananas. No, no, that's me favorite fruit. I'm Mrs. Nice-
No, sorry, that's me favorite way of spending a night out. Perhaps I
am Leapy Lee? Yes! I must be Leapy Lee! Hello fans! Leapy Lee here!
(sings) Little arrows that will... (phone rings, she
answers) Hello? ... Evidently I'm not Leapy Lee. I thought I
probably wouldn't be. Thank you, I'll tell them. (puts phone
down) Hello. Hello, Denis Compton here. No no... I should have
written it down. Now where's that number? (as she looks in her
bag she talks to herself) I'm Moo Tse Tung... I'm P. P.
Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ...
(she dials) Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me,
please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. (puts phone down) Good
evening. I'm Mrs. What-number-are- you-dialing-please?
(A boxer rushes in and falls her with one blow· Women's