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So see if you don't agree with the millions who have made Colgate Dental Cream America's favorite toothpaste. Try Colgate Dental Cream to bring out the natural sparkle and beauty of your teeth. For a wake-up flavor, you will thoroughly enjoy and always use Colgate Dental Cream after you eat and before every date to clean your breath while you clean your teeth. Well, as you know, the whole town of Weaverville, there's no one quite like our young hero Dennis Day, and most of the town is grateful for it. But Dennis can be happy or sad just like the rest of us, and today it's distinctly the latter. It seems that the local radio station is moving to another city, and with it will go all of our hero's favorite programs. Not even his girlfriend, Mildred, seems able to chase his gloom at this dire news. You don't understand what this means, Mildred. How can I face the morning without Ma and Pa Peterson, without the story of Myra Wilson or David Driscoll Boy Powers model? Well, they're only morning cereals, Dennis. But they're so real to me. You take Monica Puffinick's passion at 9.30. Honestly, if that station goes off the air before I find out whether Monica's boyfriend gets his divorce, I don't know what I'll do. Well, the station will be on the air for another week. Yeah, but her boyfriend is a Turkish sultan that may take years before he gets rid of the whole crowd. Oh, I see. Gosh, last week he told her he couldn't live without her. And you know something? He nearly didn't. He slashed all his veins, took poison, and jumped off a 10-story building. Oh, my God. Yeah, he was laid up for three installments. Dennis, you're taking this too seriously. Oh, hi, Daddy. Good morning, children. Good morning, Mr. Anderson. Well, what's the matter? Trouble again, Dennis? Yes, sir. There's an item in this morning's paper that says that W-E-A-V is going off the air. W-E-A-V? No, don't say that. Oh, do you like to sob your way to work every morning, too? Well, it isn't that, Dennis. It's something far more important. In fact, it may be a matter of my life or death. Your death? Oh, now, Mr. Anderson, it couldn't be. What's the point of you here? You see, my wife... Oh, she's involved. I guess I was wrong. I'm afraid so. A few years ago, I bought $100 worth of stock in W-E-A-V without telling Pupsie about it. You acted without orders from the bridge? Yes. The salesman told me it was a great opportunity for a fearless man. And I, for a moment, forgot who he was talking to. Golly! And now when this radio station goes broke, she'll find out you lost the whole hundred. Exactly. Well, farewell, children. Well, Daddy, you're not going away. Not far. Only about six feet, straight down. Now, wait a minute. There might be a way to keep W-E-A-V on the air as fast. Huh? Suppose we got up a petition and had everyone in town sign it pledging their support to the station. Then the advertisers would be glad to keep their programs going and even buy more. Say, Miller, that's wonderful. And I think it'll worth, too. A petition. The very thing. Then let's get busy. Dennis, you take the south side of town and I'll take the north. And remember, get those signatures. Boy, I'll say I will. Do you think I want to miss hearing just plain old Sam being committed to an institution or Mary McCord's children die off slowly one by one? I'm entitled to some happiness out of life. Yes? How do you do, madam? I have a petition here. I'd like you to... What, again? Petitions and polls. Polls and petitions. That's all I get these days. They're coming out of my ears. But all I want... I'm in the bathtub. All of a sudden, brrrrr, the telephone rings. What program am I listening to? I'm washing my back and they want to know who sponsors it. But, madam... I get back in the tub and brrrrr. There it is again. Do I want a Republican in or do I want a Democrat in? Take it to bed! Yes, but you see, I... Every time I get into the tub, the same darn thing. Questions, questions, questions. Until I can't see straight. What's a woman going to do? Cross them up, change the day you bathe. What do you mean in the tub? What do I think of business? How would I combat inflation? Who knows from combating inflation? But I don't know... And now you come along to ask me some more questions. What is it this time? Why does my husband drink, I suppose? Oh, no, ma'am. I can see why he... I didn't mean it like that. I meant... That'll be enough, buddy, you wise guys. You can take your pole and climb it. Hello there, my little man. My dear chap, I'm not a man and I'm most certainly not yours. Let's not be patronizing, shall we? Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Well, come, come, fella. Speak up. What is it? Well, do you ever listen to the radio? Oh, I might tune in one of those comedy programs occasionally, like Town Meeting of the Arrow or Chicago Roundtable. How about the quiz kits? Good heavens, no. I can't stand those three-second pauses while they're thinking. Oh, I beg your pardon. Well, anyway, there's a move on foot to the private Riverville of Radio. Good. I consider most of it unutterable garbage. And now, if you'll excuse me, good day. I'm in the midst of a little experiment in nuclear fission. Yes, sir. I hope they're biting. It's my house. I'll come home any time I please. That's when I'm married. Would you be interested in signing a petition? Why would your mother be at the door? She can fly right through the window on her brood. It's the rest of your life. Oh, yeah? You heard me. The radio station might close down. I suppose your mother is a rogue. Every time she sticks her big nose in this house, there's trouble. At least she don't lie around in bed till noon every day like yours. Oh, is that so? Get down right, it's so. Permanently. That's one for a while, isn't she? That's another thing I got against it. Yeah! Yeah! You'd have nothing to listen to. As far as I'm concerned, you can tell that old battleaxe to stay home. Now what was it you wanted, bud? Nothing anymore. That was your radio she just threw at you. Oh, Genesis is wonderful. Over 400 names on your petition. Must have taken you hours. No, I got them all in a few minutes. The whole 400? Sure, it was a cinch once I got to the cemetery. The cemetery? You mean you copied them off the tombstone? Why not? I figure if our mayor lets them vote every year, they can sign a petition. Didn't you get any living people to sign it? No, that's the one type of person I was unsuccessful with. Oh my god, and I only got two names myself. What are we going to do? Your father just told me it's too late to do anything now anyway. All the actors have quit the station. They couldn't go on the air if they wanted to. All right. Then we'll be actors. We'll work for nothing just so the station can stay on and maybe attract some business. What? You and me? For sure. You're talented. Or you can talk in dozens of languages. I've heard you. Yeah, but there's one slight drawback. What? I never know what I'm saying. What of it? Yeah, who can tell? In radio, that might even help. Now listen, I'm going to write a script for it. I'll play it. I'll write it so it'll show off those wonderful foreign accents of yours. To Mr. Thompson will be so impressed with you, he'll keep the station on the air. Well, gee, Mildred. Oh, please, Dennis. Think how badly daddy will feel if he has to confess to mother that he lost that hundred dollars. I doubt if he'd feel anything after the first few blows, but... Okay, we'll try it. Good boy. Gosh, Mildred, shouldn't we have rehearsed? I haven't even seen the script yet. Well, there wasn't time, Dennis. Besides, they often do it this way in radio. Oh, yeah? It does sound like it sometimes, but I don't... Come on, we haven't much time. Mr. Thompson? Yes? I'm Mildred Anderson. I just phoned you for an appointment. And this is Dennis' day here. Where? Oh, behind your skirts. Well, what is this all about, Miss Anderson? Mr. Thompson, we think we can help you. I've written a script and we're going to play it together. I do just one little bit of a character, but Dennis has a dozen foreign language roles. Yes, but Miss Anderson... All we want you to do is listen. Now, the first ones, French, are seen in Paris. A young man and a girl terribly in love at the girl's feet. Oh, my darling, how wonderful it is to have you back again. To feel the dear nearness of you. To touch your hand, your lips, your eyes. To feel the same about me, Pierre. Tell me, my dear one, do you? Oui. Now, the next one's in Russian. Commissar de Brogne has just been asked to take over the Red Army in Siberia. It will be cold, bitter cold. And the duty will be arduous. Still, it's the Premier himself who has asked him to do it. There's a hush that Commissar de Brogne makes it... Oh, now, really, he should say more than that. In Russia? Queen Isabella. A humble sailor stands before her Majesty. She asked him to find a new route to the gold of the Indies. Can he do it? She holds her breath as he says. She's in your eye, I think. I'll be here. This is pre-posterous. Oh, wait a minute. How have you got a mashu? And a hockey sports and a hot manish tanchinik? I don't care to hear them. Oh, but, Mr. Thompson... Miss Anderson, I'm not interested in actors and plays. All my dramatic shows were sustaining anyway. The only thing that kept me in business here was my disc jockey program. Your disc jockey program? Yes. Chuck Stewart and his make-believe bedlam. He had all our sponsors, sponsors, and he's left us. Oh, then find another disc jockey. Where? I'll do. Him? Impossible. Besides, the record library belonged to Chuck Stewart and he took it with him. Oh, we have a whole cabinet full of records home. And if you have requests for some singer we haven't got, Dennis can imitate him. Immitate him? Sure. We'll just use a record without a vocal for background. You mean he could actually? Oh, but that's ridiculous. Pre-posterous. Stewart? No, that's crazy. Why? What harm can it do now? But George, that's true. All right, young man, report to me the first thing in the morning. Yes, sir. Gee, you sure are putting in your hands, aren't you? Oh, why did I talk myself into doing this thing anyway? It's just fantastic. Now don't worry about a thing, Mr. Thompson. We'll put it across for you. Won't we, Mr. Anderson? Oh, you just bet we will. I've written all the commercials myself and I know Dennis can handle the music. Well, I hope so. George, you're familiar with the disc jockey type of program. Naturally. You don't think I do my housework in silence, do you? Well, if we fail, I'll be the last... Oh, my gosh. There goes the light. Go ahead. You're on the air. Well, a very good good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Dennis the Disker bringing you the latest and best in modern recording as per your request on our make-believe bedlam. We'll be back in a moment with the first batch of requests. But first, here's a few words for Kirby Anderson who sponsors the first minute and a quarter of our program. Friends, is your beard tough, wiry and bristly? Especially you men? A tender skin is almost always the cause of your shaving difficulty. The Giffy razor will remove it instantly. Remember that the next time you buy a razor. Thank you, Herbert. Here is Blaine in Middletown, the Weaverville Hockeyside High, and the Birtled Girls of Mootaffet and Risengoldoen Temptation. I haven't got any of them, but here we go anyway. Here we go. Tell me, will you, darlin', why you look so bad tonight? Say, snags around your eyeballs, which is why I've been set up wide. This is the way you came. I'm just glad you didn't know that you were temptation. You smiled, a-learing me on. Mine caused you temptation. It'd be thrilling if you're willing, but if it never can be, then pity for me, cause you were. You've heard of me, since I couldn't resist, cause you were temptation. And I was yours. Take it away. Dad, burn flames. I'ma goin' with you. Aha! I'm a real hot flame. What's well, Joe? And now, a brief message. The thrill of a lifetime is coming your way. Humphrey Go-kart in Bloody's Gore at the Bageux Theater. When an ex-convict shoots eight men in cold blood, will the girl he loves lose respect for him? Check Bloody's Gore and find out it's filled with pulse-quickening actions. Heartwarming love. Heartwarming laughter. You're at the Bageux soon. And now, friends, here's a request for Mrs. George Bachman of Middletown. Mrs. Bachman writes, tonight is my tenth wedding anniversary, and I know my husband is just crazy about Nelson Eddy's version of please-played, Jean-Claude Blanc singing J'étanze. We'll be happy to, Mrs. J'attends le jour, le nuit. J'attends le temps, le retour, l'oiseau qui s'invouit. Viens chercher l'oubli dans son lit. J'attends pas des coups en battant des hauts. Shorter than he is. Do you feel tall, gangly, uncomfortable because your boyfriend is shorter than you are? Then buy a pair of Leicester shoes today. Leicester shoes have the specially built-in electric drill heel. Make you sink three to four inches into the pavement with every step. Now you can... Well, ladies and gentlemen, we have time for just about one more number, and we have a whole host of requests here for a song called I Don't Care. Eva Tangway made this song famous, but the record is an imitation by Beatrice Kaye, and since we don't have this... Well, anyway, what you're going to get is here's I Don't Care. We go lucky, men say I'm lucky, so jolly and carefree. If I'm never... You treat me fair. But it's getting... And that, ladies and gentlemen, winds up make-believe bedlam until the same time tomorrow night. Good night, everybody. Today that was sensational. The switchboard's been going ever since you went on the air. All my sponsors want to come back. You saved my station. Wow. Boy, did you hear that, Mr. Anderson? Oh, shucks. I could have told you it would happen. Talent is talent, and I just happen to have it. That's all. I can never repay you fellows. It came off perfectly. Yeah, and we didn't have any of the records that were requested either. Boy, I sure was lucky with those requests. Lucky? What do you mean? I have a feeling that if someone had asked for the androcystis, I'd have been in trouble. Venice Day will be back in just one minute to sing passing fancy. But first, grand news, wonderful news. Now, luster cream shampoo comes in tubes as well as jars. Yes, luster cream. The utterly new cream shampoo that gives you soft, glamorous, dream girl hair. Try luster cream shampoo. Four ounce jar, $1. Smaller sizes, tube door jars, whichever you prefer, 49 and 25 cents. 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