Ambrosia and Rome were rattling around in OâRourkeâs brain-cell challenged mind. All of a sudden there came a vision. Divine inspiration had struck.
âWell,â said OâRourke, âIâve put a lot of thought into this and I think that American Express needs to spruce up their image a little bit. People are sick and tired of Karl Malden, his hat and nose, and his dire warnings of muggers and thieves. American Express has to think positively. It needs a little glitter.â OâRourke paused for effect. Looking around the table everybody was nodding soberly. OâRourke had them in the palmâhe loved the punâof his hand.
âYes, gentlemen,â OâRourke continued, âglitter. Some big names. And a format. Well, the first one will be terrific. Weâll get ah, ah....â His tongue was now out of control. He couldnât stop himself.
âGentlemen, we take the popeâyou know, Paul VIâand we put him in the Sistine Chapel. The pope is dressed up in his white cassock, satin red cape, and papal stole, white zucchettoââhe knew he must be impressing these five WASPs and one Jew with his Catholic terminology and he was sure glad he had been an altar boyââand as the camera zooms in on him he says, âDo you know me? Here in the Sistine Chapel everybody knows who I am. But when I leave Vatican City sometimes it isnât always that way.â
âNow,â continued OâRourke, âwe have the viewer fascinated.â The gentlemen were beginning to shift uncomfortably in their chairs, but OâRourke couldnât stop. âSo we go into the whole spiel about where the American Express Card is accepted by everybody all over the universe and then we shift back to Pope Paul and the Sistine Chapel. This time he has a blank card in his hand and at this point we print his name, in Latinâ PAULUS PP VI âon the card with a real zap, zap, zap kind of special effect. Then the Pope ends it with the tag-line: âThe American Express Card. Donât leave Rome without it!ââ
Hawkesworth coughed, and Coolville, the chairman of the board of American Express, cleared his throat. The rest of the gentlemen just stared straight ahead with their mouths open. But OâRourke wouldnât let up.
âAnd the great thing about this format is that you can get different celebrities to do it. Itâll be terrific.â
âThank you, Mr. OâRourke,â said Hawkesworth, âthat will be all for now.â
Later that afternoon OâRourke was madeâas Hawkesworth succinctly put itââredundant.â
When Pepoon returned from London the following day, there was hell to pay. When he was told that OâRourke had been canned, Pepoonâtotally out of characterâhad burst into Hawkesworthâs thickly carpeted office with its panoramic view of the East River and shouted at him:âYou asshole. Nobody, but nobody, not even the chairman of this goddamn firm, fires one of my people. You can take this job and shove it. I quit.â Pepoon turned on his heel, ignored pleas for calm and reason from Hawkesworth, and headed back to Sag Harbor. He was damned if he was going to take this kind of abuse from some guy who knew nothing about the ad business except that he was supposed to reassure clients by looking grandfatherly.
OâRourke handled his unemployment in another wayâhe went out and got shit-faced for two weeks. After that he calmed down and collected his unemployment checks and drank afternoons and evenings at the Moat. One evening about three months later as he was preparing to go out to the Moat for his second drinking shift of the day, he turned the television set on and, as he sat reading his mail, he heard the voice of Benny Goodman utter the familiar words, âDo you know me?â OâRourke couldnât believe it. By the time Goodman had uttered,
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