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In those days, Mama Mia was a no-democrat, no-republican. So Washington, then, was a pretty smart fellow getting elected all by himself. Anyway, to celebrate the birthday of a great American, Mama Mia, the radio is going to be full with the stories about him tomorrow, and in my night, the school of classes are going to help out. You see, under the local radio is going to be a big contest between all of the schools here in Chicago. And our teacher, Miss Spaulding, is a picked Olson to recite the Washington as a farewell address. Mama Mia, if you can imagine a tall, skinny Washington with a Swedish accent, acts are going to be Olson. But to tell the truth to Mama Mia, I was hoping Miss Spaulding would have picked me to say the farewell address. But I guess she figured, why trust the Luigi with a Washington's address if he's got enough of trouble remembering his own address? Who had the time and hour, I should have gone to my night school to class, so I'm going to finish this in a little bit. That's all right, you know, don't worry, everything is going to be all right. All right, class, quiet, please, please, I'll call a roll. Mr. Basko. Here. Mr. Harwood. Here. Mr. Olson. Mr. Schultz. I shall. Mr. Schultz, please, you are in a classroom, not a boat. Miss Spaulding, the way I studied my lesson today, either way, I'm going to be zonked. Well, pay attention then, and learn something. Now, class, since tomorrow is Washington's birthday. Miss Spaulding, if I may interrupt, what about that contest tomorrow? I have memorized that whole speech. Oh, well, Mr. Olson, I have a special announcement to make about the contest, but right now, let's get on with the lesson. Mr. Basko. Yes, teacher. You may tell us, when was Washington born? On a Washington as a birthday. Oh, that Luigi, does he take chances? Mr. Basko, give us the exact date of Washington's birth. Oh, that was in February. Yes, go on. February 22nd. What year? 1732. Well, now that we finally got Washington born, let's get on with the revolution. Mr. Schultz, instead of being funny, tell us something about the part that Washington played in the revolution. I certainly, to begin with, Washington was on the American side. Of course, go on. He was a general? Yes. He won every battle he fought? No, Mr. Schultz, Washington lost some battles, too. I know, but on his birthday, is it a nice thing to say? Mr. Sputting, Mr. Sputting, you said before you got some announcement to make about the George Washington contest for today. Oh, yes, I have. A class of Vincent program changes made. Well, Mr. Olson, I'm afraid you won't like this news. What news, Mr. Sputting? Well, the principal has changed our plans, and you won't be able to make your speech tomorrow. What, Mr. Sputting, I spent hours memorizing Washington's farewell address. Though, Vox, who did Washington? Such mild oles, and she-a-a-ove. But, Mr. Sputting, if Olson had done to make the speech, how are schoolers going to win the contest? Well, the principal decided that our class should present a joint effort. He thought we'd stand a better chance of winning if we all participated and presented a short play based on Washington's life. Hey, we're all going to be on the radio. Yeah. Who is it going to be exciting? Yeah. Instead of a listening, I'm going to sit home by my radio and hit myself a top. Luigi, with you, and me, and Horowitz, and Olson on the radio, television will jump ahead 20 years. Hey, Olson, go ahead, laugh. Mr. Olson, I wish you wouldn't feel so badly about it. Well, I-I just can't help it, Mr. Sputting. This news just gave me a-a gigantic yelp. Olson! Olson, why are you going to write the play to put yourself in it? Luigi, I don't write. I recite. You know, Mr. Baskov, you did such a fine job writing our Columbus Day play last October. You think you could write us a little Washington play? Well, Mr. Spaulding, I'm going to be very happy to write it. And everybody is going to have a party. Luigi, caught me off at the play lift. Well, that makes Olson a cutlet, huh? A smiley, everybody. Oh, do try to cheer up, Mr. Olson. I'm sure you'll have a good part in the play. Oh, sure, Olson. I'm going to write the bigger parts for everybody. Good boy, Luigi. And I think-I think I know how I'm going to finish it. Washington. First in a war. First in a peace. First in a hot service of country money. You like it out there? Yeah, but there's three firsts. In one day, we should give this play at Santa Anita. Hey, G, my friend. Hello, Luigi. Hello, hello. Hello, Pascuali. Hey. Hey, what are you writing there, little pumpkin head? That's for George Washington. Luigi, he ain't going to read it. He's dead. It's for the radio, Pascuali. I'm going to write a play about the Washington, so my classic can act it on the radio. And maybe our school is going to win a first prize. What is a first prize? A box of Martha Washington candy? Pascuali, I think it's not the right thing to make a fun of maybe the biggest American of whoever lived there. Oh, me? Luigi, I love George Washington. Maybe you don't know this, but all day long, I go around and kiss into my own private collection of George Washington pictures. Huh? Hey, Pascuali, where do you keep these pictures of a Washington? $100 bills into my cash register. Hey, tell me, Luigi, are you writing a part for me or Rosy, do you play? No. No, huh? No. Only my classes are in it. And I'm playing a Washington. You? Well, well, well. Look who's going to be George Washington. My little banana nose. Oh, Luigi, you certainly learned to be a big hammer, writing the play, taking the main apart. I suppose you also got to be the cherry tree. Hey, Pascuali, maybe you're right. You think, you think it's not nice if I write the play and also make myself a Washington? Sure not. Ever hear this fellow Shakespeare acting in his own plays? Of course not. He should give Lawrence Olivia the chance. Look, Luigi, I brought you here to America. I'm responsible for you. Please, let me explain to you something about good manners. When you come to my house and we both eat it and there's one little piece of food left on the plate, who you suppose gets that piece? You or me? Maybe we share it up. It's too small to share up. It's only a crumb. Now who gets it? Pascuali, if you're hungry, I don't mean I'm glad to let you have it. No, no, no. Look, look, we both are just as hungry as only enough for one of us. Now what do you do? Well, I'm gonna have to check this grocery and buy some more food. It's a Sunday. The store is closed. Pascuali, you start having it from a hunger. I'm running half a mile to get you some food. And you mean to say, if you're chubby, he wouldn't open up his grocery for you? He wouldn't, huh? Oh, I hate that of a man to get him on the phone. Hey, wait a minute. What's going on? What are we talking about? Look, Luigi, what I'm trying to teach you, a gentleman always serves himself well for last. If you write him the play, you know cannot be Washington. I suppose if you write to Pascuali, also he wouldn't be very mad. He's mad enough already. But Miss Pauling said that I must write to the play. And Pascuali, I would like to play to Washington. Well, that's too bad, Luigi. Look, Luigi, if somebody else was to write this play for you, then it could make you Washington and it wouldn't look like you was grabbing off the best part of yourself. Pascuali, it's a wonderful idea, but who could write this play for me? Me? You? Luigi, you've got nothing to worry about. I'm going to write this a Washington play for you. You're going to be Washington. Nobody's going to get angry at you. School wins the contest. You're a bigger man. But Pascuali, what will Miss Pauling say? Don't worry, little cabbage-y birds. When she reads it when I'm a writer for you, you're going to be a bigger man than a Washington. Yeah, but Pascuali, if you're going to write this a play, you got to know some facts about the Washington. Oh, stop, Luigi. I don't bother with those little things. When I get in my head on a subject, it's a good to write down to the meat. You're so right, Pascuali, you really need the head. That's a funny thing. When I'm going to say it, it's a come out of there for it. Mama, me is a come of the big day. Tonight our classes are going to act out of the George Washington play on the radio contest. And right now, Pascuali, he is a busy writer. I'm a little afraid that how he's going to come out because this morning I saw two books that he took out of the library. One book is the life of George Washington. And the other book is about how to write the English. But your mama, me, I'm a hope I'm not to do anything wrong. But maybe he's not going to come out so bad. And he's going to give me a chance to play George Washington without making an old cinema to me. He comes to Schultz in my story. I'm going to ask him what he thinks. Luigi, my fellow boob. What does the Washington play? Is it good? Am I the hero? Where is it? I want to read it. Schultz, Pascuali, he's writing it. The important thing is... Did you say Pascuali? Yeah. Pascuali, that's the Italian Maxi Rosenblum. Maybe he's not going to be so bad. Pascuali, he's reading a book on Washington. That's no help. It would be bad if Washington was reading Pascuali. Doesn't he spoil you now? I'm afraid to show it to him. Luigi, we got to do something before the contest. Luigi. Ah, hello Schultz. Hello Einstein. Oh, you heard the good news. Is that Mr. Delicatessenerman? Pascuali. Spell cat. Sure. K-A-T. That's all. Luigi, your witness. Luigi, please let's escape out of the country before the damage is done. Schultz, I'm a donor. Luigi, a begger favor. The way I'm a road is to play, at least, but he's a Washington. It's not going to hurt Olsen's feelings. Then we should do the play and break off relations with the original 13 colonies. Mr. Delicatessenerman, did you write it a good? Luigi, stop worrying. I'm a road of very good play. From the minute I got to Washington throwing that dollar bill across to the Mississippi, till the finish where you can discover Washington, D.C., that a radio audience is going to eat up every word. I can just see tomorrow's headlines. Total main poisoning hits Chicago. Come on, Mr. Delicatessenerman. Hello, class. Hello, Miss Boley. When did we go on the air, Miss Boley? Very soon, Mr. Harowitz. Gaudi School is just about finishing their play now, and we're on next. You all better take your places around the microphone, and don't forget when the red-like flashes are on the air. We're going to be coming out of the radios. My heart is beating like a frightened little caca spaniel. I feel a little yittery. Now, class, try not to be nervous. I'm sorry I couldn't attend any of your rehearsal, but Mr. Basko, knowing how you feel about Washington, I'm convinced that you've written a wonderful play. Well, uh... Well, I hope you like it, Miss Boley. Don't worry, it's a beautiful play. I mean, Luigi took care of everything. I have the utmost confidence in him, and I hope you'll all do well. Our school board head, Mr. Anderson, is here tonight, and he expects us to win for our school. Mr. Schultz, what are you scribbling there? Schultz's farewell address. I'm committing suicide. Oh, come now. You all look too nervous. You must play your part with confidence. Miss Boley, I've been looking for you. Oh, Mr. Anderson. Class, I want you to meet our school board head, Mr. Anderson. Good evening, gentlemen. I hope you're all ready to do your best. We're broadcasting from only a small local station, but your voices will be heard by many thousands of people. Poor innocent bystanders. Mr. Anderson, if we are broadcasting over the radio, how do we know who wins the contest? Well, we've set a time limit after the broadcast and after each school's presentation. The audience phones in their votes. The school receiving the most phone calls wins the contest. Phone calls? That's a fair in a square. I haven't read your play yet, gentlemen, but I'm sure it's a fight. Oh, don't worry, Mr. Anderson. Hasco has a great feeling and love for Washington. Now, class, before Mr. Anderson leaves, are there any questions you want to ask him? Yeah. Which way is Siberia? Mr. Anderson, will you accompany me to the control room? From there, we can watch the broadcast together. Why, certainly, Mr. Anderson. Well, good luck, class, and do try hard to win. Quiet, everybody. The light is turned red. And so, friends, if you like this play best of all, please call it once. The number is Central 0578. And now, our last class, Miss Spaulding's night school group from the North Horstess Street School will present several scenes from the life of Washington. My name is a Georgie Washington. My papa has given me this name because he's the one that I should have been named after the famous man. He wasn't taken at the first to name me John Franklin. But that was no good, because if somebody was to yell out a Benny, we would have both to turn around. Mama was alike to the name of John Hancock. But that was taken by some an assurance accompaniment. So, my name is a Georgie Washington. I was born on February 22nd, and I remember this today very clearly, because the papa wanted to take a mama to the hospital in a taxi, but he couldn't. He's a hat with no money, and the banks were closed because it was a legal holiday. Well, after I was born, six years it was a flyby, because I was six years old. One day, I was playing in the yard when I heard of my mama, she's a columnist. Yes, mama. Georgie, I am baking a sherry pie and I ran out of cherries. Here are two Guildensterns. Go to the grocery store and get me some cherries. But mama, it's a Sunday and a few checkies of grocery store is closed. George, I must have those cherries for my pie. We're having some business generals for dinner and I wanted something nice to feed those redskins. But mama, I'm going to see why we got a feed that does a British. They're not giving us a tax session without the representation. They're refusing to give us out of freedom and they're raising the tariff to increase the Kings of Avenue from us the subjects. George, stop talking like a child. Now, go out and get me some cherries. All right, mama. Where am I going to get the cherries? Mama could have run down to the salon and steal the cherries from the Manhattan glasses. But wait. What am I going to talk about? I'm going to chop down the top of the cherry tree. Little did I realize what I was doing until later that night the papa was calling me. George. Yes, papa. George, come over here. Yes, papa. George, I want to ask you a question. A cherry tree was chopped down at four minutes after two today. Ten minutes later you came into the house with the cherries. There was a little axe which I found by the tree. I sprayed the handle with powder and I found your fingerprints on it. Later, later I went along to the scene of the crime with my magnifying glass and your footprints lead directly from the tree to your bedroom. Now, I made a chemical analysis of the mud near the tree and it matches exactly the mud I found on your shoe. Now, George, I don't want to seem suspicious but who chopped down that tree? Papa, I'm not going to tell a lie. I'm moderate. That's what I like. A boy what tells the truth. The years it was a pass by anemito. Now, I'm a general in the Valley Forge. All of my soldiers they called me hungry. Then suddenly my aid is a walk-in. My first thing in the command. And I must say to him what's the new first aid? My general, I'm very solid to report we've had no contact with Arneira's headquarters. What are you talking about? For the last five hours you've got three men figuring out the very smoke signals. I'm sorry, my general. It turned out it was just a bunch of hobos Oh, wait, wait. I think I'm going to hear somebody come and I must be the scout. General Washington, I bring you a message from the men in the front to the men in the rear. What's the message? Change Blazers. I'm going to like that a message. And by the way, scout, why it took you so long to get here? I stopped to help an old lady cross the river. General Washington, I've got important news for you. Well, it's good news and bad news. Good and bad, huh? General Washington, the soldiers are cold. They are freezing. They've got no shoes, no overcoats. They haven't eaten a meal in six days. They ran out of ammunition so they are deserting by the thousands and it looks like they've lost the war. Isn't that all? No, I also got some bad news. I couldn't get you to live over sandwich for schedule grocery stores as close. What do you think? Do you think we can win a contest? I ain't talking till I see my lawyer. I just heard that the Marshall School got 50 phone calls. You think there'll be that? Adam School got 67 calls. Yeah, but what do you think we're going to get? 20 years to life. Stop lying everybody. Smile. Mr. Anderson, I can explain everything. Miss Folding, that was a disgrace. Which one of you men wrote that, that idiotic mess of nonsense? Not talking, huh? Miss Folding, this is your class and I'm holding you personally responsible. Oh, Mr. Anderson, where's your sense of humor? Oh, sense of humor, is it, Miss Folding? I'm going right now to the program director of this station and in 10 minutes you will go on the air and apologize for the whole disgraceful exhibition. Mr. Basko, I had so much confidence in you. How could you let me down? No, Miss Folding, I'll take the responsibility. No, no, it's me. No, I blame myself. Miss Folding, I should have written that play like you told me. No, Mr. Olsen, we can't blame you. Well, find it out among yourselves. I'm innocent. Luigi, come here. Huh? In this room. Gee, you wouldn't like to see Miss Folding in the name of that play, huh? You want me to tell the truth to who wrote it? Pascuali, are you going to tell him Mr. Anderson that you was a writer? I might, Luigi, if you was to say yes if you were setting the party. It's a nice sacrifice to make a few things, you Luigi. All right, Pascuali, I'll give up. Good, I love a weekly. All right, now I'm going to call the happy little bribe. Luigi, Luigi just made the biggest sacrifice a man could have made. He's going to give up his freedom. 117 votes and they are still coming in. The switchboard is full of calls for our class. Oh, yes, Mr. Anderson. I can't understand it. Phone calls have been pouring in for your class. It seems you won the contest. Yes, so it seems. Now do I have to go on the air with that public apology? Oh, stop that, Miss Folding. I was only joking. Miss Folding, wait, wait. Pascuali, he deserves the credit he wrote to the play, not to me. Oh, now I understand. Well, by some miracle, it turned out all right. But it certainly is a surprise to me how we could have won. Come on, Luigi, come on, we go home. I've got another big surprise waiting for you. Rosa? No, it's even bigger than that. Come on. Let's go into my spaghetti palace now. Station WPXR. Hello, station WPXR. I cast my vote for Miss Folding's class. Hello, WPXR. I vote for Miss Folding's class. I cast my vote for Miss Folding's class. Hey, Pascuali, look at that. The change in their voices are wither the handkerchiefs. Sure. Happens is also five other fellas that call it up from Joseph's pool room. Cigars snore all over town. Well, you've told them it to do all of this. Luigi, I cannot tell a lie. I did it with my own little nickels. Oh, you did, huh? Yes, and now tell me, my son, where do you and Rosa get to marry? I cannot tell a lie, Papa. Never. Folks, the makers of Wrigley's Spearman Chewing Gum hope you enjoyed tonight's episode of Life with Luigi. They present this program each week because they know that millions of Americans like to listen to the adventures of Luigi just as millions enjoy chewing Wrigley's Spearman Gum. You see, chewing Wrigley's Spearman is not only good, wholesome fun, it's also good for you. That's because syncing your teeth into a smooth piece of gum is a natural way to help relieve pent-up tension. It gives you a pleasant feeling of satisfaction. 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