 Jello that will probably suggest lots of others to you. The first is very simple, just a colorful dish of cherry jello topped off with whipped cream. Another idea is raspberry jello molded over luscious canned peaches. Or you might even try combining sliced fresh strawberries with strawberry jello surrounding the dish with more strawberries. Jello has six delicious flavors, and each one can be combined to make an almost endless array of delightful new delicacies. Only just be sure to use genuine jello, ask for it by name. Look for the big red letters on the box. They spell Jello. And now we bring to you the eyes and ears of Hollywood, that rambling reporter who brings you all the news, Jack Scoop Benny. Mary, did Paramount call you? No, Jack. Well, jello again, this is Scoop Benny, your Hollywood reporter, coming to you by the way of all slag. With the latest news reports with the courtesy of the Hollywood hammer, sees all and knocks everything. All the news that was overlooked by Luella Parsons, Lloyd Pantages, and Jimmy Fiddler. Of course, folks, I'm no Luella Parsons and I'm no Pantages. You're no Fiddler either. Quiet, Mary. Here it is, let's go. Culver City, California. What's funny about Culver City? During rehearsal of a fight theme, Clark Gable knocks out a firing partner. He is now ready to meet smelling any day or garbo any evening. Liverpool England. And Harding, screen star, rides by femur and slides down gangplank. There's no truth of the report that she slid down the banister. Los Angeles. Los Angeles, California. Men's sports goals here strike new note in wild patterns. Several movie stars seem wearing Zion checks. Beverly Hills, California. There's a rumor that Robert Taylor and Eleanor Powell are that way. They quarreled on Sunset Boulevard yesterday and he went that way and she went that way. Hollywood, California. Johnny Green, orchestra leader, makes green tests and has tooth x-rayed all in one day. Tooth starts working at RKO tomorrow. MGM, California. There's a $200 reward being offered for the return of a valuable gold watch stolen from the director during the filming of Crime Doesn't Pay. What time is it, Jack? It's quiet. Pacific Ocean, California. Eddie Cander, famous star and his wife Ida. Sail for Honolulu for a little sun. Oh, I thought that was good. That wasn't that good. Oh, Jack, I've got one. A sun? No, a new sun. Read it, Mary. Hollywood, California. There is no truth to the report that Jack Benny is still wearing his winter underwear. Very good. San Pedro, California. Pedro, Marchi Jiang, romantic Chinese film star, rise from the Orient today. He is known as the Almanide Gable and they say he's the nut. Oh, Mary. No, they didn't call you. NBC Studio, Jack Benny Radio and Picture Star recently walked out of a Paramount Studio because his part was too small. His phone number is Oxford 7071 and he doesn't care whether they call him or not. Especially during the day when he'll be at home. Home, home on the phone. Late Bulletin, Don Wilson, radio announcer says his favorite actress is Joan Crawford. His favorite dish, Jell-O, and his favorite month, August. Well, that fits Joan Jell-O and August. Is there anything you want to say, Don? No, everybody knows the flavors. But if you insist, Jack, I'll let you... Who's in 60? I'll repeat those six delicious words. Raspberry, raspberry, cherry, orange, lemon, and lime. Now please don't bother me again. I won't. I won't. He enistimo California. There's a rumor that Johnny Green and his officer will play Ginger Rogers' new song hit, I Can't Understand. Play softly, boys, in case this telephone rings. I was Johnny Green and his officer playing I Can't Understand, written by Ginger Rogers. Very good, Ginger. You listening? That was very good, Johnny. That was great. Was it soft enough, Jack? Oh, sure. And Tom, I didn't call you? Well, maybe they did, and the wire was sitting with you. Anyway, they're bluffing, so with the game of bluff, I can play a two. They, after all, who can they get? William Powell is working, Montgomery is tied up with war, say Gary Cooper can't play a violin. Neither can you. Anyway, Johnny, they're just waiting to hear from me. If Mr. Gensler thinks I'm going to play the part of a plotler, he's crazy. Did he call me yet, Mary? No, he's not that crazy. Subburn, isn't he? Well, let's go ahead with the program. And tonight, folks, I want to introduce, as our guest stars of the evening, the two fellows who wrote Love and Blue. And... I was last week's program, Jack. Put yourself together. I think Paramount's got you a little bit worried. Me worried? Don't make me laugh. I don't worry about anything. Hello, Jack. I'm sorry I'm late. Where have you been, Kenny? Shopping. I got some smoke glasses, a swimming pool, and a beret. Must have been dollar days. And you know I got a yacht, too. Oh, a yacht? Let's see it. That's in the swimming pool. When it comes out, let's see it. Oh, sure. Say, Jack, did Paramount call you yet? No, Kenny. They know it's useless. I mean, I'm not going to take a small part like that. Me a butler. I don't know. I don't blame you, Jack. You're not worried, are you? No, Dom. I mean Johnny. I mean Kenny. You left me out. Pardon me, Gracie. Hey, Jack. Jackie, you're really going through with that idea about having your own company? Why, certainly, Johnny. The Benny Mountsville. You're bluffing. I am, eh? Well, you wouldn't think so if you saw that envelope I got from the Bank of America this morning. What was in it? I got it from the Bank of America this morning. What was in it? A blotter. It was not. Oh, look, Jack. Look. Look here. Here's the notice from the National Paper Variety. It says, uh, Bill Baker leaves New York for Hollywood to make a picture. Oh, him? Well, he's a nice fellow. He deserves it. Wait a minute. Let me see that. Bill Baker coming to Hollywood to play the star in film. Oh, yeah? Stay married. That's, uh, that couldn't be a parameter. I don't think so, Jack. Stop worrying. Who's worrying? I wonder if, say, they, they couldn't, uh, uh, marry. Get Paramount on the phone quick. All right, Jack. Stop shaking. 18 minutes. Operator, get me Jack. 2-4-1-1. I mean Hollywood. 2-4-1-1. And I'm shaking. I'm married. Look, find out in a roundabout way. If Bill Baker is taking my place, don't tell him who you are. Leave it to me. All right. Hello, Paramount? Yeah. Uh, well, this is, uh, hello, Thomas Croninger. Oh, anybody. Tell him you're Mae West. All right. Hello. Oh, it's Samantha Mosie, please. Oh, this is Mae West. Mickey? Mm-hmm. Say, have you kind of a fellow? No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Hey, have you kind of a fellow by the name of the... Oh, asking a roundabout way. I know Jack. Why? Uh, hello, have you signed up Bill Baker and a roundabout way to take Jack to any place? Oh, Mary. You did? Well, and Jack, well, if you think you can treat him like that, you've got another... Give me that phone, Mary. Hello, uh, Mr. Lysen? Uh, this is Lawrence Tibbet speaking. Yes. Mr. Lysen is, uh, is Phil Butler going to play the part of a baker? I mean, is Phil Baker going to play the part of a butler in the big broadcast? What's that? You think he may? Oh, well, that's fine. Have you seen him lately since he went off his diet? Yes. Yes, I think he's very clever that it's if you care for that type of work. Well, uh, goodbye, Mr. Lysen. Yes. Yes, thank you. Yes, I will. Goodbye. He sent his regards to you, Mary. He did. He's more nervous than I am. He thought I was Jack Benny. So Baker's really coming out here, huh? So say there's room for all of us, you know. Well, don't worry about it, Lawrence. Say, who's, who's worrying? Let's go ahead with the program. Gee. And now, uh, ladies and gentlemen, Burns and Allen. I mean, Kenny Baker will sing, uh, what are you going to sing, Kenny? I'm going to sing a brand new number that Johnny Green and I wrote just called, uh, Tia to Thrill. I mean, it's called Tia to Thrill. Tia to Thrill. Oh, a little song you and Johnny wrote, huh? It must be Opportunity Night. Well, sing, composer. See, how can he write a song when I'm so upset? That's youth for ya. We've just heard Johnny Green and his orchestra playing Robins and Roses with Johnny at the Piano. Home company where Jack is making super colossal pictures until Paramount calls him up. Oh, Max? Yes, I'm still looking for a story. Send over all the authors you can. I don't care, mix them up. Oh, Miss Living Wors? Yes, ma'am. Yes, Mr. Bensky. Somebody left a script on my desk. Call a janitor. Uh, who was it? I don't know. Everybody thinks they can write. Get the name of this grand hotel by Vicki Baum. Probably some schoolgirl. Say, Jack, I wrote a story that I think would be swell for you. You did? What's the name of it? Puppets of Passion. Puppets of Passion? Yeah. What are puppets, Jack? Small dogs and don't bother me. We're not making any animal pictures. Come in. Mr. Benny? Yes? I came to see you about a story I've written. My name is Kenneth G. Baker. Oh, what's the G for? Hit the thrill. I'll have a chair. So you've written a story, eh? Yes, it's called A Message to Garcia. A Message to Garcia? He'd rather have a message from Gensler. Quiet. A Message to Garcia. What part would I play in that? A telegraph blank. Well, that's better than a butler. I like that idea, though. What do you want for it? $50 cash. Oh, you must have cash. Absolutely. What are you laughing at, Mary? The Message to Garcia's collect. I'm sorry, Mr. Baker, but I don't think I can use it. Good day. All right, be a butler. Wise guy. I hope he sells at the Paramount. Hey, Jack, I know an author who lives in Pasadena. He's got a swell story. You want to go over and see him? Go over and see him. If he's got a story, let him come over here. He can't come over here. Why not? He's got a story, but no shoes. Well, if he's got gloves, let him walk on his hands. Come in. Have I the honor of addressing Mr. Jacques Benet? That is me. I am a writer, and I have the story for you that is magnificent. So you're a writer, eh? And what is your name? Pierre. Oh, Pierre. He looks like an alligator. Maybe he's an alligator, Pierre. And I'll apologize for that one. Now, what's the name of your story? The Massage de Garcia. The Massage de Garcia. What do I play in that? The Massour. What? The Massour, monsieur. Oh, I hate those duo roles. Mary, do you know what he's talking about? Massure. Now, listen, Pierre, have I got a good part in this picture? Oui, oui. Hmm, how big is the part? Very, oui. That's what I was afraid of. Well, I don't want that story. It's too oui, oui for me. Good day, Pierre. All right. Get out of here. What do you think of that guy, Mary? What's that lipstick off your cheek? I don't know what we're going to do about a story. We've got to get into production. I need a story. Well, here's something that just came in. Read this, Jacques. Oh, Pierre. That's the store burns down, needs money desperately. Everything gone. Well, this is the silliest thing I've ever read. What is this? A letter from your father. Well, why didn't you tell me? Hello, Mr. Benny's office. Yes, I'll tell him. There's an author to see you, Jacques. He's waiting downstairs. Another one? Mm-hmm. What's his name? San Luis Obispo. San Luis Obispo, Pedro Darn Motton as Jr. Tell him to come up one at a time. He said you can call him San Luis Obispo. Pedro for short. If I can get that far, I'll go the whole way. Come in. You know, little friends come to go. You know, little friends come to go. You know, little friends come to go. You know, little friends come to go. You know, little friends come to go. So you're San Luis Obispo, Pedro Darn Motton as Jr., huh? They'll call me Clem for short. Call me a star, Clem. Lafuy a partner. Bernardino, Ted. The feeling is mutual, Valencia. Sacramento, Galiciana. Mazeltov, Sr. So you're an author, eh? I have done two to my fancy capillaries. I'm the greatest author in all, Mexico. I thought we left you in Brooklyn. Eh, don't get so technical. That one nearly threw you. Hey, what kind of story have you got for me, Shleppo? Aye, Jackie boy, have I got a story for you. It's gigantic with a couple of zoo. Oh, it is, eh? What's the name of it? A message to Garfinco. And I suppose I play a buttoner again. It's not, go ahead and sue me. Now, wait a minute, Slapperman. I've gone through this before. I need a story with a sock in it. Fine authors, no socks, no shoes. Well, I can't wait any longer. I've got to get started. I'll give you $10 for it. All right, all right. But believe me, that's the lowest price I ever took for that story. Here you are. Aviosi, senor. Say, listen, if you need any cleaning and pressing, call me out. Lafucaracha! At last, we've got a story. Where's my board of directors? Here I am, Jack. Now listen, fellas, we're going through with this. At first I was only bluffing, but now it's different. Will you stick with me? You bet! Do we need paramont? You bet! Let's take all of our coats and get to work. Wait a minute, boys. A telegram, eh? Here, give it to me. Well, well, fellas, it's from Paramont. Paramont? What did you say? Uh-huh. I thought so. Well, boys, the Bennymount Film Company dispans right now. You can draw your paychecks and go home. What happened, Jack? Listen to this. Jack Benny, Bennymount Studio, Hollywood. Please return to Paramount at once. Stop. We have added another line to your part. Find Lou Gensler. Hooray! I knew they'd come across. Play, Jack. It's a cinch to make homemade ice cream nowadays. Just listen. There's really no simpler or more economical way of making extra good ice cream than with jello ice cream powder. You use less cream and actually get more ice cream, and this is all you have to do. Just open a package of jello ice cream powder, add some sugar, some milk and cream, and pour the mixture into the freezing trays of your automatic or ice refrigerator. Your work's finished then, and in just a little while, you'll have a generous quarter-and-half of ice cream, wonderfully smooth, rich, and creamy, real old-fashioned ice cream. And you can depend on getting the same grand, mellow results if you prefer to use an ordinary hand freezer. Give your family a treat one night this week. Give them vanilla or chocolate ice cream made with jello ice cream powder. If your grocer hasn't put jello ice cream powder in stock yet, be sure he orders it for you. Remember the name, Jello Ice Cream Powder. This is the last number of the 38th program in the new Jello series, and we'll be back again next Sunday night for our last broadcast of this season. And as our guests of honor, we are going to have a big movie star on our program. Who's it going to be, Jack? Me. Good night, folks. J-E-L-L-O. The melody all my life is from the picture- laughing I reties. This program originates in the NBC studios in Hollywood. This is a national broadcasting company.