 We invite you to enjoy life, life with Luigi, a new comedy show created by Cy Howard and starring that celebrated actor, Mr. J. Carol Mash with Alan Reed as Fasquale. A year ago when Luigi Vasco left Italy to start his new life in America, he promised his mother that he would write and tell her about his adventures. So now let's read Luigi's letter as he writes to Mama Vasco in Italy. Dear Mamma Mia, in your last letter, you write, I should tell you more about this big city Chicago. Well, first of all, Chicago is called the Windy City. It's hard for me to describe how windy it is. But yesterday, I'm reading a newspaper that on a Michigan Avenue, a 500-pounder safer was a blown open. Mamma Mia must have been a summer wind. I'm not to know exactly how many millions of people is in this great city. But same news papers say, in Chicago is a baby born every minute. Mamma Mia, that's a funny way of telling time. Chicago streets, they're very busy Mamma Mia, full of street cars, buses and a taxi. All or so, they got the what is it called, the subway. This is a big hole in the ground. That's the way the people can ride and all or so hide themselves from the street, the cars, the buses and the taxi. It's a true Chicago is a wonderful city. But you know, sometimes I'm a feel lonesome for you. And our little town, Castellamare, is more than a year that I'm not to see you, Mamma Mia. And I'm to Margarita and Uncle Pietro, and here's a goat. How is it a goat to Mamma Mia? Still married? If he's got nothing to do, tell him to write me a letter. I mean, Uncle Pietro. All or so Mamma Mia, I'm a miss of very much your wonderful cooking. I would be the happiest man in the world if I can live in America and go home for lunch in Italy. But Mamma Mia, I'm getting to a homicide. So I think I'm going to stop writing this letter. Go next door to Pasquale Spaghetti Palace and talk to my friend Pasquale. Luigi, my friend, I know Luigi, I know, I know. Hello, Pasquale. That's the matter with you, Luigi. Your face doesn't look like it's lost, it's the best of friend. Well, Pasquale, you remember our little town in Annapolis? The green grass, the blue water. The funny little barns with the cows and the goats. Oh, sir, I see your trouble. You're suffering from a homesickness. That's what they call a neuralgia. You want to see your Mamma Mia? Pasquale, better we not talk about it, huh? Sure, I'd say that you're just a dyin' like a homin' to see everybody. Shake hands with Uncle Mario, shake hands with Uncle Pietro, milk it a goat. That's going to be a milkshake. Please, Pasquale, you're breaking in my heart. If only I'm having enough for money to make a little visit. Oh, Luigi, when I'm here, you sigh like this is a touch of me. A little over a year ago, I'm bringing you from all the country. How's about it? I'm going to see you go back in there for a little visit, eh? Pasquale, you know. You mean, you mean you're going to do this for me? Sure, why not? Two weeks of vacation at the Renista. You close up your antique shop, you go to a nice and bigger boat, and with my money, you're not going to travel ordinary like a first or second class. No. No, you're going to go with a captain where he's a steered boat. Sure. You're going to go steerage. But Pasquale, how am I ever going to be able to pay you back? You don't have to pay me back. Just do me one little favor. A little favor? Yes. When you go on the boat, just take along a little piece of baggage for me. Sure, Pasquale. What a piece of baggage you want I should have taken. My daughter Rosa. Pasquale, that's another baggage, that's a steamer trunk. I'm an old girl with a Rosa. She's a too fat for me. You call it 250 pounds of fat. Rosa's just a little pudgy. Is it too much of a pudgy? Oh, stop it after, Luigi. Think how nice is it going to be? You marry Rosa, you're going to honeymoon. She's going to eat a nut thing, but a ride crisper. By the time you get to Italy, she's going to lose 100 pounds. Oh, no. If I'm an old Rosa, by the time we get back to America, she's going to find it again. All right, you little fool. You think you're smart. Let me pound on some sense and you're stupid ahead. Pound on some other time at Pasquale. After now, I'm going to go to my night to school of class. You want to go back home, don't you? Well, if you don't go with a Rosa, how are you going to go? I don't know Pasquale, but the one I go, I'm going to go on a boat, not with a boat. Right, class. Attention, please. Now I'll call the roll. Mr. Basko. Present. Mr. Harwood. Present. Mr. Olsen. Present. Mr. Schultz. Well, he's not here. Stop. I'm present this party. Oh, you'll never guess what happened to me. Oh, how lucky I am. Here, everybody, have a cigar. What's happening, Schultz? Do you want to have a baby? No, in the street. I found a box of cigars. Smile, everybody. Here, Miss Spaulding, you have a cigar, too. Mr. Schultz. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. Well, take it now. Smoke it out of the class. Class, please, please. Let's have some order. Yes. Now, our history lesson for today is about the pilgrims. As we all know, the pilgrims came over in 1620. And Mr. Schultz, can you tell me the name of the boat? No. Why not? Well, it's hard for me to remember. I was such a little kid at that time. Oh, thank you, fellow pooper. I can hardly wait for Broadway to come back. Mr. Schultz, please. Mr. Olsen, can you tell me the name of the boat which brought the pilgrims across? Yes, the SS Pilgen. No, I see. I must give you a hint. The name of the boat begins with May. Now, what comes after May? It's Schultz. Mr. Schultz, please. Now, class, think. The pilgrims came over on the May. Oh, I know. I know. Yes, Mr. Olsen. They came over on the Maytag. The Maytag is a washing machine. How could they have come over on that? The pilgrims came here on the Mayflower. The Mayflower? That's a doughnut. That's better. Please, please. Now, our next question. Who were the leaders of the pilgrims? Mr. Basco? Uncle Pietro and his god. Well, Mr. Basco, I notice you've been quiet all evening. Are you paying attention? Yes. Very well. I'll ask you a simple question. What holiday do we associate with the pilgrims? Huh? I'll help you out. When I say turkey, what do you think of? Rosa. No, the answer is Thanksgiving. Mr. Basco, you're daydreaming. That's all right, Miss Pauling. I'm sorry. But I wasn't thinking about my mamma Mia and about to go on a home for a visit. Oh, I know just how you feel, Mr. Basco. It's a natural feeling to get after you've been here for a while. I jump in Germany. Luigi is home sick. But that's impossible, Olsen. If he's here at night school, how can he be home sick? Schultz, I'm gonna get a funny feeling in my heart. I'm gonna wish you so much. I'm gonna go home for a little while. Mr. Basco, why don't you buy a ticket and go back for the Easter vacation? I'm gonna go get the money, Miss Pauling. I think only way I'm gonna go home is to stay away on a boat. Stay away, ol' Luigi, don't do that. That's terrible. I remember my brother Ludwig. When he first came here from Austria, he was so homesick. He jumped on the first ship, hit himself in a lifeboat, and for 16 days he didn't stick out his head. Did he get to Austria? How could he was on a Staten Island ferry? Why, Luigi? Luigi, that would be nice if you could go home. Yes, it would be. No, wait, wait, wait, everybody. Into my head, an idea just popped. Why don't we hold a raffle to pay for Luigi's trip to his mother? That was a good idea. We make a party and we charge a dollar a ticket. Good. What do you say, Luigi? Well, I can say I'm a feel so good. I don't know what to say. Well, then it's all set. We'll hold a raffle next week. Now, what do we give away for a prize? I got a good idea. A new Nash. I got a better idea. Old Cash. No, a car would be too expensive and money wouldn't be right. Stop, stop, I got it. Before we were talking about Thanksgiving. So, for my delicatessen, I donated a Tom turkey weighing 15 pounds and that's not counting my sum. That was real nice, but I don't think the price is big enough for one dollar. Just one Tom turkey. All right, I got the solution. I make it two turkeys. I throw in Tom's brother, Sam. Luigi, my friend. Hello, Luigi, hello, hello. Hello, Pasquale. Hey, Luigi, that's a money. You look so happy. You stop yourself from a neuralgia? Pasquale, I'm going to go to Italy. Well, congratulations on my son-in-law. You decided to marry Rose after all, eh? No. Then how are you going to get to Italy? On a martial plan? No, it's a Schultz plan. Pasquale, I'm going to have a raffle. That's about it. Are you crazy? Pasquale, you know what is a raffle? Sure, what do you think? I'm a stupid. A raffle is something a baby is holding as a thief. No, no, Pasquale. A raffle is something where everybody is to take a chance to buy a ticket and a winner is to get a prize. That's a pyramid of clothes. No, no, Pasquale. It's going to be a big party. Everybody is going to be... Party you want to throw apart. Party. Party, yes. It's a show. It's a fight. Luigi, just to show you, I'm a no-god in a heart of feelings. How do you like it? The party should be in my restaurant and I'm going to take care of everything, eh? Pasquale, I'm not going to marry Rose. Stop with a rose. You think all night long I'm just a lay-awaker trying to figure out a way I can push a rose off on you? Don't answer that. Luigi, besides making a party, I'm going to do something special else for you. I'm going to get one of the biggest the figures in the country for your party. He doesn't answer for me, Pasquale. Sure, he's a good friend of mine in the country. My name is Ralford the Angelist. He's a singer for the Metropolitan. The Metropolitan. He must be good. What do you think? If a man is a no-good, he don't last along with such a big insurance company. Yeah, right to now. He's a singer here in the Chicago. What, Pasquale? When I'm going to get the money to pay such a great singer. Stop worrying about the money. Go, go, go, go. Take a walk. I've got to fix everything. Go, go, go. Thank you, Pasquale. You're really a friend. Goodbye. Goodbye. So he's a think he's going to Italy without a rose, eh? He's a no-go to demand. He's a no-go to Italy. I fix him. Bravo, Figaro, bravo, mister. Bravo, Figaro, bravo, mister. Fortuna, fortuna, fortuna, fortuna. Hello? Mr. the Angelist? Ralford's your friend of Pasquale. Oh, I'm fine. How you feeling? Good, good. Hey, Ralford, how you like to come and sing at a bigger party we're going to have soon, eh? Well, I know you're busy, but you're going to be paid very well, eh? Ooh, say, 250 dollars? Good. Have a look forward to see you. Eh? Who's going to take care of the bill? Naturally, the fellow who's you're throwing the party. Your host, the Luigi Bosco. Ice with Luigi continues in just a moment. But first it's Rosalind Russell, Robert Cummings and comedy on CBS Lux Radio Theater tomorrow night. The two famous screen stars will team up for Lux's full-hour version of the sparkling motion picture success Water Woman with Miss Rosal as the water who tries to find the right actor for a motion picture and Mr. Cummings as the meek but handsome scholar she tries to turn into that actor. P.S. He only wrote the book she's trying to cast and you'll find Water Woman, one of the merriest dizziest comedies you've ever heard. Lux Radio Theater is a regular Monday night feature on most of the same CBS network stations. And now for the second act of Luigi Bosco's adventures in Chicago we turn to page two of his letter to his mother-in-law. Well, Mamma Mia, soon I'm going to see you and we're going to bring you back all the days together. Remember how I used to suck my thumb and when I was a little bambino I used to fall off of the roof. Well, when I'm going to come home first the thing I'm going to do is a stick of my thumb in my mouth. Climb up to the top of the roof and I'll fall off again for you. Anyway, I must sit here wondering how is it going with the raffle tickets for my party tomorrow when it needs to come to Schultz. Luigi, my friend, oh, you look so good, so wonderful. Like the top herring in a barrel. Thanks, Schultz. How's it going with the raffle tickets? Oh, how handsome you look, a regular cousin over. Schultz, tell me, how many tickets do you sell? Luigi, you look so good. Schultz, four tickets. Mamma Mia, here's a look about that, Schultz. Smile, Luigi. Remember, behind every April shower is hiding Al Jolzen. The trouble with you, Luigi, you are living too much by yourself. That's why you are the home thick. But Schultz, so what can I do? Luigi, my friend, you come and live with me and my happy little family. Oh, it's so nice. We all sleep in a big bed. Me, my wife, my three children, my brother Ludwig, cousin Wolfgang, Uncle Hugo, and the news boy, Chuck. We are the first ones to get the morning paper. Thank you, Schultz. Thank you so much. But I think it's going to be too crowded. Luigi, it's a big double bed, but if you come, we're going to let you sleep in it all by yourself. And where everybody else is going to sleep? Oh, we got a folding cart. Oh, what fun we have, Luigi. Every night, we got a blanket party. We get up in the middle of the night and look for the party with the blanket. Well, Schultz, it looks like I'm not going to make that trip, huh? Don't be such a pessimist, Luigi. Look, Pasquale is bringing you a wonderful singer for your party tomorrow, and there'll be enough money for you at least to make the trip to Italy. For the Schultz, the harm are going to get the back. When you get there, you can sell more offer tickets. But I have to go now. Goodbye, Luigi, and remember, smile! Oh, my rheumatism is killing me. Mamma mia, only four raffle tickets are sold. Looks like the only way I'm ever going to see it, is if Italy is to come here. They're young for the evening, Luigi. I never thought this party would turn out tonight. Well, listen, I'm glad you like it. I'm a thank you for your help. What's your bad girl? Present to Miss Pasquale. I mean her, hello. Are you having a good time? Oh, wonderful. I'm certainly glad to see all of your friends here. Oh, hello, Mr. Harwin. Hello, Miss Baldwin. Hello, bad girl. Hello. Bye, it's a nice party. Oh, that Pasquale is such a stingy miser. What's the matter, Schultz? He tells everybody the drinks are in the house. Then he takes us into the kitchen and opens up the falters. Luigi, Luigi, tell me, how do you like your party? The big success. No. But Schultz, if you sold the 212 tickets, where's all of the people? Luigi, will you please stop worrying. People don't have to come here. We told them if they won the raffle, the turkey would be delivered. Delivered? In fact, Luigi, my turkeys are so well-trained. As soon as they hear the winner's name, they're going to run right down to his house, take off their feathers, jump into the pretzel cooker, and set the dial for 20 minutes. But Schultz, how is it possible that you sold so many tickets essentially yesterday, huh? Luigi, that's a great secret. I can't tell you. Does Macy tell Gimbalz? Does I.J. tell Fox? Hey, Pasquale, where's that big singer friend of yours? Don't worry, Schultz. That's in my business. I promise the seger is going to be a seger. Well, the people can't wait. I'm going to have the raffle of the turkeys now. Attention, everybody. All right, all right. Ladies and gentlemen, you know why we all came here, to help Luigi go to Italy to see his mama. But the other reason we came here is to win the turkeys. The big moment is here, and Mr. Schultz is going to pick the winning number out of the hat. First, I shimmy them up. All right, go ahead, Mr. Schultz. All right, Mr. Schultz, I'll close my eyes. Here you are. The winner is Mr. Six and Seven-Eight. Before I announce the winner of this raffle, I would like to say that these turkeys are going to pick the winner out of the hat. Mr. Schultz, why don't you throw away the first two tickets and make the third one the lucky one? That's a good idea. All right, all right. We're going to do that. Mr. Schultz, take out two tickets. One, two. Now give me the winning ticket. Before I announce the winner of this raffle, I would like to say that these two turkeys was donated by me. They are the finest turkeys in the country, born and bred and raised on the best farm, and the highest price was paid for them in the market. And now the winner is... Schultz. As long as I won them, we're going to cook them here and eat them to life. Schultz said I was the one to find a turkey. I'ma never eat this so much in my life. That's all right, Mr. delicatessen man. Even I'ma gotta admit it was a finer bird. What kind of stuff do you use? Only the best. Shitin'. But never mind that. First of all, he bears your big ringer. Well, he's a promising... Hey, that's a hit man now! Ralph the Angela! Excuse me, everybody. Sorry I'm so late. It's all right. First of all, my friend, how are you? I'm fine, Ralph. We're having a good time. Hey, Ralph, this is Luigi Bosco, fellow who's got Italy soon to see his mom. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Angeles. Thank you. Ralph, how's about a little wine, eh? Sure. Good for the throat. Anything special you want me to sing? Well, please, maybe you know some nice little song about a fellow who's a like to visit his home where he's a born? Hey, I know, I know. Ralph, how's about a comeback to Sorrento? Good. Oh, that's good. That's a perfect song. Come back to Sorrento. Okay. Hey, Tony, come on. Stop eating. Push up in the squeezer box. Wonderful. This is so good, Pascuali. Pascuali, when do you think I can catch you the next boat? Say you like the song, eh, Luigi? Yes, Pascuali. How am I ever going to thank you? I'll pay you this little bill. A bill? Two hundred and fifty dollars for the Angeles. How am I ever going to thank you? I'll pay you this little bill. A bill? Two hundred and fifty dollars for the Angeles. For the Pascuali, you friend of mine. You say you take care of everything. Sure, sure, I'm going to take care of the regular price if a singing is a five hundred dollars. I get it before you're half a prize. For the Pascuali, all I'm only got are from a raffle of two hundred and twelve dollars. No, I'm not only not going to make it my trip, but I'm going to get thirty-eight dollars to pay Mr. the Angeles. Luigi, I'm going to take care of everything just like I've promised before. There's a one road out for you, Rosa. Pascuali, that's another road. It's a detour. You want to see your mama, you want to have a Mr. the Angeles, you should assume. What do you say, my son? All right, the papa. I'm going to call it a blush of the bride. Rosa! Rosa! Rosa! Rosa, come here. Say hello to Luigi. Hello, Rosa. You and Luigi, you stand so close to each other. What do you say to him? You want to play leapfrog? Now, listen, you two lover birds, you go on away, you two lover birds. Pardon me, Pascuali. I would like to say I have to leave now. Oh, sure, Ralph, you got to go. I suppose you want your money? Oh, no, Pascuali. I won't take money for singing at a little part like this. What? Besides, Mr. Bosco is a friend of yours. What a friend! I never see him before in my life. That's my worst enemy. I hate him. Joe! Ha ha ha, Pascuali. You always had a good sense of humor. Well, Mr. Bosco, have a nice trip. Thank you so much, Mr. Angeles. You're a singer, and it was the most beautiful thing I ever heard. Thank you. Well, good evening, everybody. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. You see, Luigi, I keep a promise to you. Man is a singer for nothing. You're right, Pascuali. You kept your promise. I'm going to keep mine. Good. Rosie's ready to sail with you on April 15. How's it at? Fine, April 15. Good. 1998. Goodbye, Pascuali. So, Mamma Mia, even though Raffle Party is a big success, I'm not going home after all. I'm going to find out how so many raffle tickets were sold in one day. $200 was bought by Schultz, Olsen, Horowitz, and Ms. Spalding. $50 each. I know you know like I should take this money, Mamma Mia. So I'm going to give it back. I'm even offered to pay Schultz for the two turkeys. But he's a good friend. He's a say, no, I should pay for what I'm eating. So I'm just to pay him for what I'm eating. Just the one at Turkey. Funny thing is, Mamma Mia, I'm not the homeless sick anymore. But I think I'm going to find out the bigger thing about the life. Home is not the land. Home is not the place. Home is where a man is to find the people who love him. Good night, Mamma Mia. You're lovin' a son of Luigi Basco, the little immigrant. Welcome to Luigi's Star's Day Carol Match. It's Luigi Basco, Alan Reedus, Pascuali, and the society-howard production directed by Mack Fennel. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.