Rehearsals fot "The Big Apple" flew by at such a rate that Cosmo was sure someone was somehow making time go by twice as fast.
When has wasn't perfecting the movie's score, Cosmo was eager to find excuses to watch Don, Cathy, and Jean rehearse.
On the last day of rehearsals before filming was to begin, Cosmo found himself on a sound stage observing rehearsals. Jean was singing a song to Cathy about how great New York was called "Adventure City." Cosmo was soon so entranced by her performance, he had completely forgotten to look like he had a purpose for being there. He was still watching Jean when he noticed she had not only stopped singing but was now walking toward him. He snapped out of it as she neared him and he looked around for a way to busy himself. His eyes settled on a box of props and he set about rummaging through it.
"Hi!" Jean said brightly.
Cosmo feigned surprise. "Oh, hello Jean."
Jean smiled. "I've seen you watching rehearsals many times but you always seem to slip away before I've had a chance to talk with you.
Cosmo stopped rooting around in the prop box.
"Yes, well, I've been pretty busy. You know, I'm a pretty important asset to Monumental Pictures," he said, puffing out his chest.
"I can see that," Jean said gesturing to the prop box.
Cosmo flushed, then laughed. He reached into the box.
"Fedora?" he asked, holding the hat out to her.
"Why, thank you kind sir!" Jean said. She looked at the old grey hat, smiled, and surprised Cosmo by setting it atop her head and adjusting it jauntily on her curls.
Cosmo gave her a puzzled look. Jean smiled widely and shrugged.
"Make them laugh, that's what I always say!"
Cosmo stared at her in surprise and awe before he burst out laughing. Jean winked, tipped the hat down over one eye, and walked away.
"Hey Cos!"
Cosmo snapped out of watching Jean walk away and turned to see Don standing behind him.
"What was that all about?" asked Don, looking quizzically at Jean leaving the sound stage wearing the old-looking hat.
"Samuel J. Snodgrass," Cosmo answered absent mindedly.
"Cosmo! Don!" said R.F. Simpson striding toward them. "We have a problem."