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For there's plenty of satisfaction in that grand goodness, the flavor that's made Grape-Nuts Flakes America's fastest growing cereal. That's because Grape-Nuts Flakes are made in a different way. They're a blend of two luscious graves, sun-ripened wheat and malted barley, toasted golden brown and crisp and delicate tempting flakes. So for smooth tasting, smooth tempered breakfast that baby your budget, ask for delicious thrifty Grape-Nuts Flakes in the big 12-ounce package. Since we're at the Army Air Base at Santa Ana, we would like to re-enact the scene which took place last Thursday when two cadets from this very field paid a visit to Jack Benny at his home in Beverly Hills. Oh, Don, who wants to hear about that? Jack and Rochester were hard at work in the kitchen, as I understand it, little suspecting that anyone would drop here. Oh, boy, that sure smells good. I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle as I go riding. See what else? Tomatoes, vinegar, onions. Oh, Rochester, did you cut up those onions like I told you to? Rochester, did you cut up those onions? Oh, pull yourself together. How many onions you got there? About five more if you want any more. Yes, get busy. And stop crying. Look, Rochester, if the onions make you cry while you're chopping them up, don't stand so close to them. Close to them? I'm using a hoe now. All right, I'll do the onions. And you get these jars ready. Have you got the labels? Here they are. Mother Benny's old-fashioned homemade chili sauce. Hey, they're pretty fancy, aren't they? Yeah, and I like our new slogan, aren't chili as hot on rump roast apart? Get us plenty of customers. Well, I might as well finish these onions myself. And this sauce don't look just right. You know, boss, I don't think we got enough tomatoes in here. Tomatoes in here. Shall I put some more tomatoes in, Mr. Benny? There's plenty of tomatoes in there. Well, the onions are ready. Dump them in, Rochester. Okay. I want to get all this stuff cooked and bottled before Ms. Livingston gets here. I promise to take her shopping. It's only $10.30, boss. $10.30? Oh, my goodness. Tune in the radio, Rochester. Tune it in. What's the matter? It's time for that program. Tune in the radio. Oh, yes! Yes! Sally Sutton! I don't want to miss today's episode. Here's the station, boss. Thank heaven. And so, she in up, but with tear the endow. Sally Sutton has given up hope of a reconciliation with her husband, Paul, and decided on the most drastic of all steps, a divorce. Her husband has been playing around, Rochester. That's all she can do. Isn't she got a razor? No. As we fade in on the Sutton cottage, a cottage that was once a happy American home, we find Sally in conference with her friend and advisor, old Judge Hooper. Sally is speaking. I can't go on, Judge Hooper. I can't go on like this. It's too much. There, there now, Sally. Hey, Sally, honey. And I have to admire the way you've gone through all this. Shin up, but with tear, dim dyes. You said it. Tell me, old Judge Hooper, what shall I do about Paul? You might as well face it, Sally, honey. Paul's a drinking man. And if when there's one thing I can't stand, it's a drinking man. Well, what's that? I think the old Judge is loaded. Oh, he couldn't be. And your advice, Judge? You just got to get a divorce, Sally, honey. Oh, my goodness. Sally's house is on fire. That's us, boys. The chili sauce just boiled over. Yeah, it's from Sarah. Come in. Why, it's old Doc Thompson. Hello, Sally. Hello, old Judge Hooper. Hello, old Doc, honey. He calls everybody, honey. I've got bad news for you, Sally. It's about your husband, Paul. Paul, what about Paul? The emergency hospital called just now and told me. Yes? The true husband. Yes, yes? The true husband, Paul. Yes, yes, yes? There goes that gold darn radio again. Fix it? Yes, hit it. Take it. Shake it. That's the way you fix your alarm clock. Oh, man. All the time for this thing to go haywire, I want to know what happened to Paul. Oh, hello, Mary. Hello, Jack. You ready to take me shopping? I can't take you now, Mary. Paul's in the emergency hospital. Paul Whiteman? No. Paul Sutton. The darn radio went on the blink. Right in the middle of the heartache of Sally Sutton. Fix it, boys. Good. Good. It's working again. Quiet now. Quiet, Rochester. And so, don't forget to tune in tomorrow morning, for another installment in the heartaches of Sally Sutton. Well, I'll be... Till then, this is Truman Clap Saddle. Au revoir. Wait a minute. What happened to Paul? Oh, shut up. I'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning, I guess. Let's get back to our canning, Rochester. What is that stuff, Jack? Home-made chili sauce. Come on, Rochester. Let's start pouring it in the bottles. You hold the bundle. Oh, fine. Chili sauce and Bromo Seltzer bottles. Well, I have a lot of them around. You know how I worry. Now, come on, Rochester. Let's get this stuff all bottled. I got spurs, that jingle, jingle, jingle. I got spurs, that jingle, jingle. As I go riding, Marilyn. As I go riding, Marilyn. What happened when the two cadets from Santa Ana visited Jack's home? As you remember, Jack, Mary, and Rochester were bottling chili sauce in the kitchen. As I go riding, Marilyn. There, that's that. Now, how many bottles did we get out of this batch, Rochester? Three dozen, not counting the two that blew up. Blew up. I didn't hear any of them blow up. Look for yourself, boss. That ain't a sunset on the ceiling. Well, wipe it off. Come on, Mary. I'll take you shopping. The car's out in the driveway. Okay. And, incidentally, Mary, this will be your last ride in the Maxwell. I'm turning it in next week to the junk salvage drive. Do you think they'll take it? Yes. Come on, grab a few of these bottles. I got a rush order from the farmers market. I am not walking through Beverly Hills with my arm full of chili sauce. Oh, all right. I'll take it. There. Oh, here comes that crazy boy of ours, boss. He's not crazy. Well, hello, Mr. Billingsley. Hello, Mr. Benny. Taking some of your blood to the Red Cross, I think. Hello, Mr. Billingsley. This is chili sauce. By the way, would you like to go to the farmers market with us? Oh, thank you. I must go out to my laboratory and work on my new parachute idea. Uh, what's that? I'm putting rip cards on mushrooms. Mushrooms for rip cards? For parachutes. Oh, my goodness. My goodness. Isn't that dangerous? Oh, yes. You might get a toast to. Well, goodbye, Mr. Benny. Goodbye. Bye, Joe. You certainly are. Now it's parachutes. That, Mr. Billingsley, certainly is a genius when it comes to inventing things. Oh, yeah. How about that wristwatch he made for me? What's the matter with that watch? Every time I go to wine, it's a hand get fresh with me. Don't stop dreaming things up, will you? See who's at the door, Rochester? OK, Mother Benny. That's only for the label. Now see who's at the door? OK. That Rochester is so lazy today. Well, naturally, it's Thursday, a day off. Not so loud. I didn't tear Wednesday off the calendar. Well, look who's here, Phil Harris. And he's got his baby with him. Hello, Phil. Hello, Jackson, Mary. You know, I had the kid out for a ride on my motorcycle, so I thought I'd drop in. What? You brought a five-month-old baby all the way from Encino on a motorcycle? We only made one stop, Jackson. Changed oil and diapers. That kid's probably scared to death. Ah, Jackson, she loved it. He got it like you. Sure. Them things allow him to be hereditary. Hereditary? He means the runs in the family, Lily. I know what he means. Ah, there she goes giggling again. Oh, let me hold the baby, Phil. Ah, no, Mary. Just let her sit on the table here and play with these bottles. Careful now, darling. Careful now, sweetheart. Make a note of that, Rochester. One bottle of chili sauce to Mr. Harris, 15 cents. Sorry, Phil. Wait a minute. Now, I ain't responsible for nothing my kid does. This baby's a miner. I don't care if she's John L. Lewis. You're paying for that. Come on. Walk over. Now, now, baby. Here's another bottle of chili sauce to play with. Your daddy can afford it. Here. Here, take the bottle. There now. Look out. Smoke, she knocked him out. Quick, run. Sorry, Jackson, but my baby conked you with a bottle. Did the bottle break? Absolutely not. No sale, Jack. Now, I had listened, Phil. It's all right for you and your baby to come over and pay me a friendly visit. But when that kitty you're deliberately picks up a bottle of Mother Benny's old-fashioned homemade chili sauce and cocks her old Uncle Jack on the head. I got a gal in Kalamazoo. I don't want to boast, but I know she's the toast of Kalamazoo. You some non-buy. My mind. But I like her looks when I carry the books in Kalamazoo. I'm going to send a wire off and on a fire leaving to death. Am I dreaming? I can hear screaming. Hiya, Mr. Jackson. Everything's OK. A-A-L-A-M-A-Z-O. Oh, what a gal. She's something real. I'll make my bid for that freckled-faced kid I'm hurrying to. I'm going to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo. I'm going to send a wire off and on a fire leaving to death. Am I dreaming? I can hear screaming. Hiya, Jackson. Everything's OK. A-A-L-A-M-A-Z-O. Oh, what a gal. She's something real. I'll make my bid for that freckled-faced kid I'm hurrying to. I'm going to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo. Kalamazoo. Kalamazoo. Hi, Phil Harris in the orchestra. And speaking of Kalamazoo, ladies, whether you're a gal in Kalamazoo or can't cuckoo, oh, brother Rue. Why not serve your husband a bang up breakfast treat? Just try him on Grape Snuts Flakes. There you go again. Don, that's great, great. And now let us continue with our story of what happened when the two cadets from Santa Ana visited Jack in Beverly Hills. As we left Jack, you'd been knocked cold by a pack. Look at that lump on my head. I'm glad Phil took the baby home. Believe me, the next time that kid starts after me, I'm going to be set. I'm going to be ready. Oh, put your fist down, killer. Well, I'm mad. Come on, let's take these bottles over to the market. You take the bottles, our Rochester. I'll answer the door. Coming, coming. I gots fur, that jingle, jingle, jingle. Oh, my head. As I go riding. Well, well, well, a couple of soldiers. Hello, fellas. Hey, we're cadets from Santa Ana. We're visiting the movie star's homes. You are? Yeah. Can you tell us where Miss Barbara Stanwick lives? Barbara Stanwick? Uh-huh. Yes, yes. She lives about four blocks down the street. But as long as you're visiting some of the big movie stars, this happens to be Jack Benny's house. I'm Benny. Oh, is your son at home? I'm Jack Benny, me. I mean, great. Not this place again. This is Jack Benny. Come on, come on in, boys. Say, what do you got that dress on for? Oh, this is an apron. I've been making chili sauce. Come on in. Oh, well, thanks just the same. But we're especially anxious to meet Barbara Stanwick. Oh, yes, yes. Babs. She's a swell girl. Babs? Who's Babs? That's Barbara Stanwick. You see, all of her close friends call her Babs. I'll tell you what, fellas. It's only a short way. I'll walk you over there. Come on, Jack. Let's go shopping. Oh, Mary, come here a minute. I want you, fellas, to meet Mary Livingston. She's a stooge on my program. What was that? Don't sneak up on me. Mary, these boys are cadets from Santa Ana. Oh, hello, fellas. Gee, Mary Livingston. Wow, a woman. I didn't know we had so many people in our front yard. Mary, Mary, I promised to take the boys over to Babs' house. Would you like to come along? Who's Babs? Babs Stanwick, Barbara. Come on, come on, fellas, let's go. I hope Babs is home. Guts furs, that jingle, jingle, jingle. Are you excited, boys? Oh, we sure are. Good afternoon. I'm Jack Benny. These two cadets would like to meet Miss Stanwick. Come on, fellas, let's go in. Just a moment, please. Miss Stanwick is taking a bab. Oh, oh, then I'll wait. You certainly will. You'll, uh, you'll love Babs, fellas. She's my favorite, too. Who's that at the door down there? Down there is the butler's name. It's me, Jack Benny. Hello, Barbara. There are people in her house, too. What do you want to see about? Jack, I told you yesterday. I've got enough. That's from Santa Ana with me. They want to meet you. Oh, then I'll be right down. Won't you step in and wait, folks? Thank you. My job, you certainly are. He must be a friend of Mr. Billings, please. Oh, oh, here's Barbara now. Hello, Mary. How are you, fellas? Hello, Barbara. Gee, glad to meet you, Miss Stanwick. We've sure been looking forward to this. Hiya, Barbara. Good heavens, Jack. What are you doing in that apron? Oh, Mary, why didn't you remind me to take off this apron? I didn't know if he had any pants on. I've got pants on, but you can't see them. That Rochester got so patriotic, he cut my cuffs away up to the knees. Sit down, fellas. Yes, please do. You know, the boys were over at my house, but they were a little impatient. They were just dying to meet Babs. Babs? Who's that? You are your close friends called you Babs. Well, I'll be darned. Well, by the way, would you boys care for a sandwich or something? Oh, no, thank you, Miss Stanwick. Just looking at you is enough. Well, how about your buddy? Do you like a sandwich? I'm looking at Miss Livingston. Say, I'm hungry, Barbara. I can stand a sandwich. Well, why don't you go out in the kitchen and make one? You're all dressed for us. Good, good. Well, never mind. I'll just have some of these walnuts here. May I? Head up, I'm not too late. Thanks. So you boys are cadets from Santa Ana, huh? My name is Bill Orr, and I'm going to be a bombardier. My buddy here, Peter Hayes, is studying to be a navigator. Well, that's wonderful. A bombardier and a navigator. I'd like to be a pilot. That's for me. Oh, gee, these nuts are good. Wait a minute, Jack. Well, how many did I eat? I don't mean that. I mean that the bombardier and the navigator are just as important as the pilot. Their jobs are equally as interesting and require just as much training. I can't be a... I can't be a pilot anyway. I'm over 26. Or did they raise the age limit to 36? Till they put wings on rocking chairs, you don't have to worry. I don't know about that. Boy, these are the best walnuts. Gee, Miss Stanwick, you sure got a beautiful home here. Well, I'm certainly happy you dropped in. Oh, by the way, where are you boys from? Well, I'm from Shranton, Pennsylvania. I've only been out here about two months. Shranton, Pennsylvania. And where are you from? I'm from St. Joe, Missouri. St. Joe, they love me there. Well, fellas, you've seen dabs or babs. Come back to my house. I'll call up some girls and the three of us will step out. Now, wait a minute, Jack. The boys will have a better time right here. Besides, I've seen those girls you go out with. Did you ever get a load of that one that floats around Beverly Hills on a broomstick? Oh, I know. Say, Mary, why don't you and I take the boys to the Brown Derby? There's usually a lot of picture people there. Oh, boy, the Brown Derby? Now, we can't go to the Brown Derby. They don't use my chili sauce. Oh, you and your chili sauce. I've tried it and it's awful. Oh, yeah? Have you ever tried it on lobster? Yes, and the lobster thumb display is at me. Well, naturally, a lobster has to be boiled. Boiled or sober, he didn't like it. Well, then I guess I better tear up that testimonial I signed your name to. Say, I've got an idea. Why can't we all go over to Bob Murphy? Now, look, Jack, you're not coming with us. You and I are going to have lunch with the two boys alone. Yes, and later this evening we'll go dancing at the Macambo. I can't go dancing. No, I'm asking you to go. Oh, they didn't, eh? Well, let me tell you something. These boys came all the way to Beverly Hills to see me, and I'm going alone. If you do, you'll pay the check. We'll see about that, sister. Now, shoot, Brooklyn bombshell. When it comes to showing these cadets a good time, I know the hotspots too. I didn't get these bags under my eyes for nothing. Two cadets from Santa Ana came to visit Barbara Stanwyck at her home in Beverly Hills. They came to visit me, Playfield. Gee, these nuts are good. And they're the result of food power. That's why it's so very important for every man and woman in America to eat nourishing food in this war emergency, especially the vital protective foods, food such as whole grain cereals. And that's why it's important to see the grape nut flakes appear regularly at your breakfast table. And delicious toasty brown grape nut flakes are a whole grain cereal. This means that grape nut flakes supply important whole grain food values, including three essential nutrient developments, iron, niacin, and vitamin B1. In fact, grape nut flakes contain more B1 than you'll find in the whole grain itself. So you see you get a bowl full of real wartime nourishment when you sit down to a breakfast including malty, rich, sweet as a nut, grape nut flakes. So for real breakfast enjoyment plus real nourishment to start off the day, treat your family tomorrow morning to grape nut flakes. The last number in the second program of the new grape of the new grape nut flakes program. Grape nut flakes. And we're with you at the same time next Sunday. I want to thank Barbara Stanwyck for coming over here to Santa Ana with us. Thanks, Barbara. Oh, you can call me bad. Hmm. Well, you see folks, and she loves my chili sauce too. Good night, everybody. Peter Lindhays and fellow art who appeared in our program are cadets here at Santa Ana. 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