You have to put yourself back in time to the late Fifties to appreciate this episode. A mob boss sends a Shylock out to collect a gambling debt of $26.40 from a suburban housewife! Now I know addiction to gambling is no laughing matter, but I thought the plot for this story was somewhat ridiculous. If she was in the lurch for a couple hundred bucks I could see it, but going out for this kind of small change seemed petty. And how about the guy who made the call on Fran Holland (Jan Sterling)? He was such an affable fellow that she called him Mr. Cooney (David Opatoshu). I wonder if he could have broken a leg for the money.
You know, I had to think about Mrs. Holland's strategy there with the bus stop requests at fifteen cents apiece. At that rate she would have had to approach a hundred sixty seven people to make twenty five dollars, probably more if more than one refused like the one lady did. There again, I couldn't see the logic of the story, even compensating for the price of things in the Fifties. Those couple of examples made the forty nine dollar compact look like a treasure by comparison. All of this contributed to an angst filled day for Mrs. Holland, on top of the stress of trying to give up her addiction to the ponies.
So it was with a large measure of fortitude and good luck that she recovered her pocketbook back from the crashed car by way of the police officer. It seemed to me that the store detective (carl Betz) should have come in for some retribution as well, he with the grabby paws who tried to have his way with the woman. After all she went through, you would have thought Mrs. Holland learned her lesson, but no. I wonder if Washington Flyer won, placed or showed.
You know, I had to think about Mrs. Holland's strategy there with the bus stop requests at fifteen cents apiece. At that rate she would have had to approach a hundred sixty seven people to make twenty five dollars, probably more if more than one refused like the one lady did. There again, I couldn't see the logic of the story, even compensating for the price of things in the Fifties. Those couple of examples made the forty nine dollar compact look like a treasure by comparison. All of this contributed to an angst filled day for Mrs. Holland, on top of the stress of trying to give up her addiction to the ponies.
So it was with a large measure of fortitude and good luck that she recovered her pocketbook back from the crashed car by way of the police officer. It seemed to me that the store detective (carl Betz) should have come in for some retribution as well, he with the grabby paws who tried to have his way with the woman. After all she went through, you would have thought Mrs. Holland learned her lesson, but no. I wonder if Washington Flyer won, placed or showed.