 The Jack Benny program. In a cigarette, it's the tobacco that counts. Lucky strike means fine tobacco. That's 49 American. Yes, lucky strike means fine tobacco. So round, so firm, so fully packed, so free and easy on the draw. S-M-F-T, L-S-M-F-T, L-S-M-F-T. Lucky strike means fine tobacco. Smoking enjoyment, smoke that smoke of fine tobacco. Lucky strike. Excuse me. This is Kenny Del Mar. Excuse me I have a special announcement to make. Herbatite and cigarettes are back. Good news for those who prefer a caustic cigarette. Herbatite and it's back and there's something about them you like. Herbatite and is back after being made only of the armed forces. Yes, Herbatite and is back. of course, tips, cigarettes, herbitide, available now for you. Yes, herbitide in his back, and remember, there's something about them you like. There's something about them you like. This is Kenny Delmar. I trust you will welcome home herbitide. There's something about them you like. The introduction by Mr. Wilson. I beg your pardon, Mr. Benny. Just a moment, Mr. Wilson. What is it, Mr. Harris? Well, I'd like to propose an opinion that joke for on page six, because everybody took advantage of it. You come in late, you wouldn't pay attention. You sat around reading newspapers instead of scripts. That's why. But, Jack, you can't rehearse this. Why, you've got to lose... Well, you're the only one that comes instead. Or I'm the star. I'm the star. I'm the star. Quack, quack! I think I'll sit up for a while. Here's another one. You're darned one less. You're mated. I stand condemned. I'll go to the electric chair. No, no. Plus today, so I'll shave your head myself. But what? Sit still. I'll start. Take it easy around the sideburns, please. Yes. For normal life, except for the fickle finger of things. I was responsible for my undoing. I was walking down the street. I just left my office and was going home to my three wonderful children, Manny, Moe, and Jack. He's right. He's home. I bought my shirt, my shoes, and my suit. And I gave them my last stitch $94,000 and two balloons. That's right, children. I need every bit of it. But now, Addy, I'm tired of this silly old cab. Why can't we have oatmeal like we used to? Because we're rich. Late for school. Where's Junior? Oh, he's out in the back. Anyway, he's been out there long enough. Junior, Junior, get ready for school. The children. Haven't you any children? No. I'm married as much as I am. Oh, then you have no children? No. But we are lousy with oranges. I should live here any longer without paying you rent. Let's forget. Oh, no, no. We're, uh, a million dollars a week being us. Well, with or without meals. For a dinner, when I could get the same thing at zero for $400? Ha!