 From Hollywood, California, the Lux Radio Theater presents William Powell and Carol Lombard in My Man Godfrey with Gail Patrick, Misha Auer and David Niven. Lux presents Hollywood. First, a word of thanks to you, our loyal listeners. It's because of your continued purchases of our products, Lux Toilets Open, Lux Plakes, that we're able to bring you these programs every Monday night. Twice in recent weeks, we have made a special announcement at the end of our performance. In response to this announcement, it's been so enthusiastic that we are making it again tonight. You will hear it at the end of this program. Listen for it carefully, please. Our guests tonight include Miss Madeline Fields, Carol Lombard's close friend and personal business manager, and Mr. Eric Hatch, author of the novel and co-author of the picture script on which our play is based. Louis Silver's conducts our orchestra. We take this opportunity to express our gratitude to the Women's National Radio Committee, which, representing 2 million members of Women's Clubs the country over, has just voted the Lux Radio Theatre the best dramatic program on the air. And now, your host and producer. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. A few years ago, I selected two Max Senate bathing beauties for my first talking picture, Dynamite. One of the girls was Madeline Fields, whom I thought had a future in pictures. The other was Jane Peters, whom I discharged for lack of talent. Today, Miss Peters, one of the screen's cleverest actresses, is known as Carol Lombard. And Miss Fields is Carol's personal business manager, which sometimes prompts even my best friends to tell me that I'm not the world's greatest talent scout. William Powell, who stars with Miss Lombard tonight, started his theatrical career as an usher in Kansas City, for exactly nothing a week. He reached the stage because of a 23-page letter he wrote to an aunt in Pittsburgh. It must have been a remarkable letter because it obtained a $700 loan, which took young Mr. Powell to New York and dramatic school. Celebrated for his debonair droleries, a master of the lifted eyebrow and the screen's number one Bo Brummel, we hear him shortly in his great screen characterization, the title role in My Man Godfrey. Miss Lombard, our first lady of lunacy, is active again as that moon-struck maiden Irene Bullock. Three more celebrities round out our star-studded cast. Miss Gail Patrick as Cornelia, Missa Hour as Carlo, and David Niven as Tommy Gray. It's curtain time and the Lux Radio Theater presents Carol Lombard and William Powell in My Man Godfrey, with Gail Patrick, Missa Hour, and David Niven. It's a gorgeous night on New York's waterfront. Softly the moonlight tips the majestic spires of the Queensborough Bridge with a silvery glow and comes gently to rest on a pile of refuse, known as the city dump. In the center of this wasteland, a small fire is burning and our man Godfrey in tattered clothes with a three-day growth of beard sits on a packing case warming his hands. The 16-cylinder motor purrs softly into the scene and comes to a stop. Three people alight. One of them, a young lady in evening clothes, steps gingerly toward the fire. Good evening. Good evening. How'd you like to make $5? How would I? I didn't quite catch what you said. I said, how would you like to make $5? Well, I don't want to seem inquisitive, but what would I have to do for it? All you have to do is go to the Waldorf Ritz Hotel with me and I'll show you to a few people and then I'll send you right back. May I inquire just why you would want to show me to people at the Waldorf Ritz? Well, if you must know, it's a game, a scavenger hunt. If I find a forgotten man first, I win. Is that clear? Yes, quite clear. Shall I wear my tails or come just as I am? Now, you needn't be fresh. Do you want the $5 or don't you? Madam, I can't tell you how flattered I am by your very generous offer. What are you doing? Get away from me. However, I'm afraid I'll have to take it up with my board of directors. Don't you push me. And no matter what my board of directors advise, I think you should be spanked. Oh! Pushed me into that junk pile. No, I didn't, but it suited you nicely. George! George! I saw that. I saw what you did. Are you in the habit of hitting ladies? Maybe. I'm in the habit of hitting gentlemen also, if that would interest you. Don't you touch me. George, aren't you going to do anything? I certainly am. I'm going to get a policeman. Come along. George, come back here, George! Get in there. I'll show you. Hello? Who are you? Hi, Irene. Oh, that was my sister Cornelia. You pushed in the ash pile. How would you like to have me push Cornelia's sister into an ash pile? I don't think I'd like it. Wait a minute. Are you a member of this hunting party? I was, but I'm not now. The funniest thing, I couldn't help but laugh. You know, I've wanted to do that ever since I was six years old. You wanted to do what? Oh, push Cornelia into something. You know, a pile of ashes or something. I thought you were going to win and you pushed her into a pile of ashes. Look, do you think you could follow an intelligent conversation for just a moment? I'll try. Well, that's fine. Do you mind telling me just what a scavenger hunt is? Well, a scavenger hunt is exactly like a treasure hunt. Accepted in a treasure hunt, if you find something you want and in a scavenger hunt, you try to find something that nobody wants. And the one that wins gets a prize, only there really isn't a prize, because all the money goes to charity. That is if there's any money left over, but then there never is. Well, that clears up the whole matter beautifully. Oh, thank you. Well, I suppose I should be going, shouldn't I? That's a good idea. I want to see who won the game. I suppose it was Cornelia again. She's probably got another forgotten man by now. You mean if you took me along with you, that you'd win the game? Is that the idea? Well, I might if I got there first. Let's beat Cornelia. It wouldn't be asking too much. Not at all. I'm very curious. I'd really like to see just what a scavenger hunt looks like. Oh, but I just told you. Mm, yes. Yes, but I'm still curious. Ladies and gentlemen, please, please, ladies and gentlemen, quiet, quiet, please, your attention, please. Miss Bullock has the forgotten man. Oh, well, here he is, here he is. Would you mind stepping up on the platform? Yes, get right up on the platform, Gautam. That's neat, look, buddy. Just stand over there, between the monkey and the goat. Oh, well, there's the forgotten monkey. Now, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Fire away. What is your address? City Dump 32, East River, Suffolk Waste. Quiet, quiet, please, ladies and gentlemen. Is that your permanent address? Well, the permanency is rather questionable. You see, the place is being rapidly filled in. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question? If it isn't too personal? Are those whiskers your own? No one else has claimed them. Thank you. Now, one more question. Are you wanted by the police? That's just the trouble. Nobody wants me. A very good answer. Splendid, Gautam. The committee is satisfied. Miss Irene Bullock wins this scavenger hunt for the forgotten man. My purpose in coming here tonight was twofold. First, I wanted to aid this young lady. Second, I was curious to see how a bunch of empty-headed nitwits conducted themselves. My curiosity is satisfied. I assure you it will be a pleasure for me to go back to a society of really important people. Good night, ladies and gentlemen. Oh, God, please, wait, oh, God, please. I'm terribly sorry. Oh, that's all right. Oh, I'd never brought you in there if I thought they were going to humiliate you. You know, I'm terribly grateful. It's the first time I've ever beaten Cornelia to anything, and you helped me do it. Oh, I wish I could do something for you. Why? Because you've done something for me, don't you see? Well, I could use a job if you've got one lying around loose. Can you buttle? Buttle? Yes, we're fresh out of butlers, the one we had left this morning. I'm afraid I wouldn't be much good at that. Oh, yes, you would. You're going to make the best butler we ever had. You really think so? Oh, I do. Well, all right. Thank you. Good night, Godfrey. Good night, Miss Bullock. Good night. I beg your pardon, I'm the- Yes, you're the new butler. Well, I'm the old maid. Come in. Oh, thank you. How did you know I was the new butler? Oh, there's one every morning at this hour. They're dropping in and out all the time. Is the family that exacting? No, they're that nutty. I see. Does the butler have quarters here in the house or isn't it necessary? You won't need any quarters. Just hang your hat near the door so you can get it quickly on your way out. What's that? That's the old battle axe. She usually rings about this time. The old battle axe? Yeah, Mrs. Bullock. She's the mother type. If she has the jitters, and she usually does, she'll ring again in a minute in no uncertain terms. Then, brother, you better grab her tomato juice and get going. Well, there she goes. Well, Cupid, this is your big opportunity. Shall I take her to her? Yeah, but you might as well know the worst, but I want to warn you. She sees pixies. Pixies? You know, the little men. Oh, those. Yes, where do I find her? Upstairs. She's in the first cage on the right. Well, wish me luck. Happy land. Good morning, Mrs. Bullock. Good morning. What day is it, Molly? I'm not Molly. Who isn't Molly? I'm not. I'm not jumping. It's better. What's your name? Godfrey. Are you someone I know? We met last night at the Waldorf Ritz. I'm the forgotten man. Oh, so many people have such bad memories. That's the truth. Will you drink this now? What's that? Pixie remover. Oh, then you'll see them, too. Yes, we're old friends. Yes. But you mustn't step on them. I don't like them. But I don't like to see them stepped on. I'll be very careful. I wouldn't hurt them to the world. Thank you. You're a great help. There you go. You're very comforting, Godfrey. Oh, good night. Good night. Good night. Oh, put your hat and valise at the foot of the stairs. Well, I think I won the first round. You mean you're still working here? I haven't heard anything to the contrary. Well, you just got by the cub. Now try the lioness. Oh, which is she? Her name's Cornelia. She's a sweet-tempered little number. Oh, yes. I met her last night. Let me have a tray. Second door. Thanks. Who is that? Good morning, Mrs. What do you mean by barging into my room? What I? Get out. Get out of here. Oh, wait, wait. You don't take me. Get out. Get out. Hello. I'm afraid I lost the second round. Hey, Molly. Opportunity never stops knocking in this house. That's Irene. You want to try again? Here goes. Lots of luck. Good morning. I brought you breakfast. You're the new butler? Don't you remember last night? Well, well, what happened to Godfrey? I'm Godfrey. Oh, and to those nice whiskers. Oh, you're the cutest thing I've ever seen. Thank you. Will there be anything else? Yes, yes. Sit down and talk. You know, I like to talk in the morning when your head is clear, especially when you've been somewhere the night before. Sit down. Well, if you insist, but it doesn't seem very good form for a butler. Oh, you're more than a butler. You're the first protege I ever had. Protege? You know, like Carlo. Who is Carlo? He's mother's protege. You know, it's awfully nice Carlo having a sponsor because then he doesn't have to work and he gets more time for his practicing. But then he never does, and that makes a difference. Well, yes. Yes, I imagine it would. Oh, it makes me feel so mature and grown up. Oh, what does? Having a protege. You're the first one I ever had, and it's terribly thrilling. Not only does it occupy my mind, but I think it's character building too. No, just what does a protege have to do? Oh, you just go on butling and I sponsor you, don't you see? It's getting clearer. Well, it's really not much work, but it gives you something to think of. It's going to be such fun. Oh, I'm sure it's going to be heaps of fun. But you see, a protege has certain responsibilities also. For instance, if someone should ring for me now and I didn't answer, that would reflect upon you because you're my sponsor, don't you see? Yes, yes, I suppose it would. I never thought of that. Oh, you don't know how nice it is having some intelligent person to talk to. Yes, it's been very enlightening to me too. Oh, oh, I just thought of something else. Do you know what you are? I'm not quite sure. You're my responsibility. That's very nice. Well, see you in church. Oh, yes, yes, see you in church. Goodbye, Godfrey. Goodbye, Miss. Oh, Godfrey. Yes, Miss Cornelia? I see you're still with us, Godfrey. Yes, Miss. I didn't think you'd last a full day. Thank you, Miss. Do you like your place here? I mean, so far as you've gone. I must admit, it's more desirable than living in a packing case on a city dump. Oh, that's where I met you. Yes, I remember now. You were very amusing. I'm very sorry, Miss. Oh, I didn't mind at all. Have you a handkerchief? There's a spot on my shoe. Will you see what you can do about it? Of course, Miss. I could have you fired, you know, but I like to see things wriggle. When I get through with you, you'll go back to your packing case on the city dump and relish it. I'll make your life so miserable that... Hello, Godfrey. Good evening, Miss Irene. Oh, I like your new monkey suit. Thank you for picking it out. Oh, how do you like my new loungey pajamas? I think they're very nice. Thank you. I heard what you said to Godfrey. So what? So what? You leave him alone. So who's going to make me leave him alone? If you don't, you'll get a good sock from me. Oh, the physical type. What I say goes. May I come in? You're in, aren't you? Good evening, Irene. Hello, Carlo. I've just been reading a very interesting book, The Greeks of the Middle Ages. Irene would like that. You love the Middle Ages, don't you, dear? Shut up. Here we are. Ah, Mrs. Bullock. Cock-a-poo-poo-javies. Carlo, you're so continental. Oh, it's so nice to see you two girls having a pleasant chat, or is it a pleasant chat? Well, well, well. Imagine the Bullock scattered together all in one room. Don't forget, Carlo, Alexander. Oh, I'm not going to forget Carlo. Oh, don't bother about me, Mr. Bullock. I feel one of the family. Then you don't mind if I discuss a few family matters. Do you, Carlo, my boy? Oh, no, no, not at all. Oh, Alexander, you're not going to bring up those sordid business matters again, I hope. I've just been going over last month's bills, and I find the two people have confused me. Are you at the Treasury Department? Oh, don't start that again, Dad. I've got to start it. The way you people are throwing my money around? Money, money, money. That's Frankenstein months to the destroy souls. What? Say, listen. Don't say anything more about it. You're upsetting Carlo. Oh, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo. Who's the head of this house? Carlo or me? Here's Godfrey. The cocktail, sir. Huh? Oh, thank you, Godfrey. Not at all, sir. Miss Irene? Oh, did you make some Godfrey? I helped. Oh, they must be wonderful. I'd like to help sometime if you'll let me. I'd be honored. While we're on the subject, how about this business of certain people picking up anybody that they find on the city dump and dragging them into the house? For all we know, we might all be stabbed in the back some night and raw. Who's going to stab who, Cornelia? Well, we don't know a thing about certain people. You shut up. I will not shut up. My life's precious to me. Well, it won't be in a minute. I think we should get our help from employment agencies. Well, I don't know, but what I agree with Cornelia. Will you? Oh, please, Anna. You've upset Carlo, and now you're upsetting Irene. Don't you remember her breakdown last summer? I do. That's why I'm not paying any attention to this. Well, if we know that I'm not being personal, but after all, none of us would like to wake up some morning, stab to death. Now, Cornelia, you mustn't come between Irene and Godfrey. He's the only thing she's shown any affection for since her palmarinium died last summer. Oh, no, Irene, you mustn't have a spell. What is all this nonsense? Oh, please be quiet. You never did understand women. Why don't you get the doctor? I don't want a doctor. Oh, do you want a nice baby? No, I don't want a nice baby. And Carlo, do the gorilla for Irene. It always amuses her. Well, I'm not in the mood. Well, stop eating those hors d'oeuvres and get in the mood. All right, I'll do it, but my heart won't be in it. Irene, be a good girl, miss darling. Carlo is going to imitate a gorilla for you. A gorilla? I'd rather see him imitate a man. Alexander. This is too much. Too much. It certainly is. I'm getting out of this madhouse. I'll be at the club if you want me, and I hope you don't. Well, I'm off for dinner. We must all get together again sometime. Goodbye, Irene. Goodbye, Irene. Where's Godfrey? He's right here. Don't go with Godfrey. Angelica will be late for the concert. I've got my things. I'll be right with you. Godfrey's right here, darling. Where? Right here. Look, see, darling? Godfrey, say hello to Irene so she'll know who you are. Hello? Oh. Oh, hello, Godfrey. And he promised to stay on, haven't you, Godfrey? If I'm wanted. Oh, of course you'll want it. Isn't he, Irene? Yes. Go away. Yes, darling. I'm going. Oh, Godfrey? Yes, miss? Oh, sit down, Godfrey. No, no, no. Over here by me. Oh, yes. Thank you, miss. Godfrey, would you mind kissing me? Miss Irene, I hardly think... Oh, Godfrey! Here, here. Now, wait. Please. Please, miss. I... Excuse me. Oh, Godfrey, come back here. Where are you going? I'm going to my room. Oh, Godfrey, wait for me. Godfrey! Please, Miss Irene, you can't come in here. Why not? It's our house, isn't it? And after all, one room is just like any other room. Besides, I want to talk. I'm terribly sorry, but we... we can't talk here. Well, don't you think it's rather indecent of you to order me out after you kiss me? After I kissed you? Of course, Godfrey, don't you remember? Miss Irene, hasn't anyone ever told you about certain propriety? Oh, you use such lovely big words. I like big words. What does it mean? Well, you want me to remain on here as butler, don't you? Oh, of course. And I want to justify your faith in me by being a very good butler. And in time, perhaps, uh, filling the void created by the death of your late lamented Pomeranian. Oh, I've forgotten all about him. He had fleas anyway. Besides, you're different. You use big words and you're much cuter. Uh, may I tell you a story? I'd love it. For once, there was a very sentimental little girl with a very kind heart. And she helped a man who was very grateful. But then she became a nuisance and undid all the fine work she had done. Oh, is it someone you know? Her name is Irene Bullock. And if she were a smart little girl, she'd pick out some nice young chap at her own social set and marry him and live happily ever after. And never, never, never enter the butler's room again. You mean I can never, never, never come in here again? Never. Now, out you go. Oh, God, please stop. This way, please. Now, I want to stay. Let me go. Outside, please. Will you be sorry? And don't ever come in here again. My man, God, please. In a moment, our stars will be back for act two. Meantime, in our brief intermission, we present a song, one of America's greatest hip tunes, Tippi Tin, adapted by permission to our luck story. Let's suppose that Rosita in Tippi Tin has suffered the embarrassment of a stocking run at the very moment she wishes to look her best. In our luck's version, we offer her a helpful suggestion. One night, the moon was so mellow. Rosita met young Manuel. He begged for a kiss and heard a hiss from the young miss, this fellow. He said, why, what is so shocking? She hid the run in her stocking. The date was no go. She suffered so. She had not lucked her stockings. Dip it, dip it in, dip it in. Dip it, dip it in, dip it in. Avoid the case of rubbing stockings. Take it, rubbing, you're not satisfied. Dip it, dip it in, dip it in. Dip it, dip it in, dip it in. Luck's keeps stocking stronger, so they last you longer if you were runs too hard. Yes, luck's flakes do cut down on embarrassing stocking runs because they save stocking elasticity. Think how much your sheer stocking stretches every time you bend your knee. If it isn't elastic, it breaks. A run pops, so you can see the importance of preserving elasticity with luck's flakes. Soaps with harmful alkali and cake soap rubbing weaken elasticity. To get longer wear from your stockings, always wash them with luck's. And don't forget, ladies and gentlemen, a special announcement none of you will want to miss will come at the end of our performance tonight. Listen for it. And now, Mr. DeMille. Once again, my man Godfrey, starring William Powell and Carol Lombard with Gail Patrick, Misha Auer and David Niven. Two days have passed during which Irene has shown an all-too-evident affection for her man Godfrey. In the Bullock Living Room, a cocktail party's in progress. Irene, dressed in mourning, watches with tragic eyes as Godfrey moves among the guests. Let me see, what did I see? I never can tell the difference between fades and trumps. Some more devs? Oh, yes. Thank you, Godfrey. Hello, everybody. Oh, no, it's Tommy Gray. How are you, Angelica? Fine. Godfrey, where are you going? Don't go away. Oh, sorry. Give me some more devs, Godfrey. Very good, ma'am. Mr. Gray. Thank you. Well, if it isn't Godfrey Park. Smith, sir. Godfrey Smith. Smith? What do you mean, Smith? Do you know Godfrey, Tommy? No, him. We went to Harvard together. Imagine a butler with a college education. A butler? Is this a gag? Mr. Gray neglected to tell you that when we were in Harvard together, I was his ballot. Was he a good servant, Tommy? Oh, excellent. What is all this, Godfrey? I'll tell you later. Strange. You never gave Mr. Gray as a reference, Godfrey. Well, you see, I left Mr. Gray under very unusual circumstances. What circumstances? I'd rather Mr. Gray told you about that. Yes, go ahead, Tommy. Tell us. Tell us. Oh. Well, you see, Godfrey was working for us as a butler and so forth, and things were going along very well, but one day, you're sure you don't want to tell this Godfrey? Oh, I'd so much rather you would, Mr. Gray. Oh, well, Godfrey was working for us for quite some time, and one day he came to me and said, Mr. Gray, he said, I trust my work has been satisfactory. And I said, why, of course. I said, I've never had more satisfactory work in all my life. And he said, thank you, sir. He was always very courteous, Godfrey was. And then he left? Yeah, he was. Yes. That's it. He decided he had to leave. Why? Well, he decided in favor of his wife and five children. Five children? Godfrey, why didn't you tell me you had five children? You never asked, Mr. Gray. Well, all I'm about to say is if other people can help Tony Van Ruffen. Godfrey, what is all this? Meet me tomorrow, wall of rich bar, three o'clock. I'll explain everything. Isn't this engagement a little sudden, Irene? You shut up. Why don't you wish your luck, Godfrey? Yes, come and congratulate Irene Godfrey. Certainly. May I congratulate you, Miss Irene? I wish you all the happiness in the world. You wouldn't think my daughters were all there. Godfrey, over here. Oh, hello, Tommy. I thought you said you'd meet me here at three. Sorry. It took me a little longer than usual to make the beds. Oh, well, what are you drinking? I'll have a rousing lemonade. Are you sure you can handle it? One lemonade, one stinger, Joe? Yes, sir. Well, let's have it. What? The story. When I wander into a Fifth Avenue asylum and see one of the park parks of Boston serving hors d'oeuvres, there must be a story. Yes, there is. Tommy, you remember that little incident up in Boston? Oh, you still have that woman on your mind? No, not anymore. But I was pretty bitter at the time. Oh, I gave her everything I had and just disappeared. And? Well, Tommy, it's surprising how fast you can go downhill when you begin to feel sorry for yourself. When, boy, did I feel sorry for myself. I wandered down to East River one night thinking I'd just slide in and get it over with. But I met some fellows living there on the city dump. Fellows who were fighting it out and not complaining. I never got as far as the river. And what happened? I did all sorts of things, just to live. And then, well, then something happened. I got a chance to take this job, butling. A chance to rehabilitate myself. I took it. And that's all? That's all. But someday, Tommy, I'm going to do a little rehabilitating around that dump. And that's why I'm glad I met you. Me? You're going to help, too. Excuse me, Mr. Gray. Oh, yes? You're wanted on the phone, sir. Oh. I'll be right back, Godfrey. Right, oh. Good afternoon, Godfrey. Oh. Good afternoon, Miss Cornelia. May I sit down? Well, the mystery's solved, isn't it? The mystery, Miss Cornelia? Yes. Now I know what a butler does on his day off. When you worked for Mr. Gray, were the two of you always this chummy? Uh, you see, I worked for Mr. Gray a long time, and we got to be a... I see. I see. Well, if you can be so chummy with the grays, why can't you be chummy with the bullocks? I try to keep my place. Why? You're very attractive, you know. As a butler? No, as a smith. You're a rotten butler. Sorry? Are we going to be friends? I feel that on my day off, I should have the privilege of choosing my friends. You can't go on like this forever. You really like me and you're afraid to admit it, aren't you? Do you want me to tell you what I really think of you? Please do. You won't hold it against me? It's your day off. Very well. Miss Cornelia, you belong to that unfortunate category I would call the Park Avenue brat, a spoiled child who's grown up in ease and luxury, who always had her own way and whose misdirected energies are so childish that they hardly deserve the comment of a butler on his off Thursday. Thank you for a very lovely portrait. Goodbye for now. I'll see you down by the ash pile. Waiter. Yes, sir? Change that order. Make it two stingers. Double. Yes, Miss Irene. What are you doing? Sewing. Some buttons on a coat. Oh, is it his coat? Yes. The coat is his. Oh, I'd like to sew on buttons sometime when they come off. I wouldn't mind at all. I could do it right down here in the kitchen. He doesn't lose very many. He's very tidy, isn't he? Yes, he's very tidy. What does he do on his day off? He never tells me. Oh, he's probably sitting somewhere with some woman on his lap. He's the meanest man I know. I think he's very mean. I suppose he's sitting somewhere with somebody in his lap that doesn't care for him at all. As far as I know, maybe his children are there too. Calling him, though. I can't bear it. Quartet. For tomorrow may bring sorrow. So tonight let us be gay. Hi, Tut. Godfrey, look at you. A friend of mine drinking rousing lemonade. Miss Cornelia. Hi, the mother. What's the matter? What's going on around here now? Father, my pearls. What about your pearls? They've been stolen. Oh, that's terrible. What do we do? Well, we'll call the police. That's what we'll do. That's the idea. Give me your phone. You don't have to bother. I've already called them. And I think I know who did it. In fact, I'm almost sure. What do you say, Godfrey? Hi, Tut. Now, when did you miss the pearls, Miss Bullock? This afternoon when I came home, I had put them in my jewel case this morning after breakfast. She probably lost them. Last year she left them in a taxi. Didn't anyone see you put the pearls in the case? No. Oh, oh, yes. Yes, Godfrey did. He was taking the tray out of my room. He saw me. Godfrey, eh? Well, who's Godfrey? That's me. I. Me. Butler? Yes, he's the best butler we ever met. Oh, I'm sure Godfrey didn't do it. Although we don't know very much about him, my sister picked him up on the city dump. Oh, I see. Are you accusing Godfrey? I'm not accusing anyone. I want my necklace. Oh, it's silly to think of Godfrey wearing a pearl necklace. Oh, yeah? Do you mind if we search your quarters, Godfrey? Not at all. This way, everybody. Oh, God. Oh, shut up, you. Miss Bullock, are you sure you lost your pearls? Of course I'm sure. Well, they're not in this room. Well, look under the mattress. What? I said look under the mattress. Yes, that's a good place. Okay. Send another here either. Oh, but they must be there. What? Oh, nothing. What made you so sure they'd be under the mattress, Cornelia? Yeah. What made you so sure? Yeah, what? Well, well, I just, well, I, well, that's where people usually hide things, isn't it? What do you want to? There's something screwy around here. Yes, and I think I know who. Yes, and so do I. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Officer, this whole thing looks like a mistake. Now, if you just forget it, I'll be very much obliged. My daughter is, well, she's a little, you know. Yeah, I know. Only it ain't such a little. Your copy, sir. Listen to this, Cartwright. Mrs. Bullock and her two daughters sailed yesterday for a holiday cruise around the world. It is rumored that the younger daughter, Irene, is trying to forget a broken engagement plus another half-prob, which is the real reason for the trip. Oh, what do you think of that? It is a little quieter, sir. The socialite Mrs. Bullock and her two charming daughters relaxing on the beach at Doeville. They should relax. This is the first good rest I've had in 20 years. I did home next week. Godfrey, they're coming home. Yes, sir. Your breakfast, sir. Never mind the breakfast. Just bring me a cup of coffee and four aspirants. Good evening, Miss. It's the usual procedure after dinner. It's nice to be home again, Godfrey. It's nice to have you. Uh, did you mean it this afternoon when you said you miss me? Yes, of course I did. I mean, did you miss Cornelia or me or just me? Oh, I may have missed you a little more than I did Cornelia, why? Oh, I'm glad, because if you miss Cornelia more, you probably would have missed me less. Oh, you look so cute in your apron. Will you let me do something if I ask you? Well, what do you want to do? Wipe. Oh, all right. And you can tell me all about your trip. Oh, you won't get mad? Why should I? Because every place I went, everybody was Godfrey. Every but... I, uh, I don't want to seem dull, but I do seem to have a little trouble following you at times. Well, for instance, whenever I'd go into a restaurant in Paris any place, I'd close my eyes and I'd say, the waiter was Godfrey. And I'd say, I'm home and he's serving me dinner. Oh, it made everything taste better. And then we went to Venice. And one night I went for a ride in one of those row boats that a man pushes with a stick. Not a matador, I know that was his fate, but something like a matador. Do you by any chance mean a gondola? Oh, yes, that was the man with the name of the boat and the man that pushed it saying, you look just like you. Oh, it was wonderful. Uh, look, uh, uh, do you mind if I talk for a little bit while you catch your breath? Oh, I'd love it. Well, while you've been away, I've been doing some things also. I've been trying to do things that I thought would make you proud of me. Oh, I was proud of you before I went away. Yes, but I mean, proudest still. You see, you helped me to find myself. And I'm very grateful. Oh, you'd make a wonderful husband. I'm afraid not. You're just grateful to me because I helped you beat Cornelia. And I'm grateful to you because you helped me to beat life. That doesn't mean that we have to fall in love. Well, if you don't want to, but I'd make a wonderful wife. Uh, not for me, I'm afraid. But we are friends and I feel a certain responsibility to you. That's why I wanted to tell you first. Tell me what? Well, I thought it was about time I was moving on. Oh, God, please. Oh, now, now, please. I won't cry, I promise. Ah, that's, that's fine. After all, I'm your protege and you want me to improve myself, don't you? Yes. Well, that's very sweet. Well, when are you leaving? Oh, pretty soon. But I'll call you up every now and then. We'll have long chats. I'll tell you how I'm getting along and we'll have lots of fun. Are you going back to her? To whom? Your wife. Wife? Oh! Oh, she was just a fabrication. Oh, then you aren't married? Of course not. And then there aren't any five children? Well, there couldn't be very well. Oh, God-free. Oh, God-free. Ring, Miss Cornelia. Come in, God-free. You needn't be so formal when we're alone. Yes, Miss. There's a little mad that I'd like to talk over with you. I met some people on the boat coming over, a Boston family. They know a great deal about a family called the Parks. Are you interested, God-free? Slightly, yes. Well, we can't talk here very well. But you and I take a long taxi ride out Van Courtenway. I heard what you said. Did you? He's not going out with you. Oh, yes he is. If he knows what's good for him, he's not going. He's not. He's not God-free. You can't go with Cornelia. But I didn't say I was going any place with Miss Cornelia. I know, but you will. She always gets her own way. She makes everybody do just as she likes. Why should you care whether or not I meet her? I do care. That's why Cornelia is the one who doesn't care. But I think I should decide those things for myself. Oh, God-free, I don't want to be annoying, but how? Oh, Miss Irene. Here, here. Now, get up. Get up. Open your eyes. Do you hear me? Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Now, if you're faking another spell, you're on the wrong track. Are you faking? Oh, you're not, huh? All right, we'll soon find out. Now, oh, she goes. Ah, that's the girl. Now, I'll just carry her inside. God-free knows how to take care of little Irene when she faints. God-free will take care of everything. Right in here we go. Does Irene know where she is now? No, Irene has her eyes closed. She's fainted. But God-free will soon fix Irene. Just sit right there. That's the girl. Now, everything will be fine in just a moment. The best thing for the faints is a nice, cold shower bath. Ah! Now, you'll feel fine in a minute. Oh, God-free! This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. The curtain falls on the second act of my man God-free. Before Carol Lombard, William Powell, and our all-star cast return for Act III, we bring you the young lady I mentioned earlier in this program, Madeline Fields, who made good in a DeMille picture when I failed to recognize Miss Lombard's talents. Miss Field has also made good as Carol's personal business manager and best friend. To Miss Lombard, she's fieldsy. Obviously fieldsy, you and Miss Lombard have never allowed business to interfere with friendship. We settled that a long time ago, Mr. DeMille, by a very simple agreement. Carol can never write a check, and I can never sign one. It's strictly a collaboration. Are you also in collaboration in that new home Carol's going to build out in the San Fernando Valley? No, that's going to be entirely a Lombard production. She's designing it herself. A nice, rambling farmhouse. Ten acres, chickens, barn, milkhouse, smokehouse, and a swell barbecue pit. Well, tell me confidentially, is Carol off the screen anything like the Irene of our play? Far from it. Carol always goes around telling people she'd be lost without me. Well, I'm glad she thinks so, but she wouldn't be. She's got those two feet of hers planted squarely on the ground. She runs the house, does her own ordering, and a big time to Carol is having in a few friends for an evening of bridge. However, she did give me a real scare when we had that flood a few weeks back. She left bright and early one morning before I awakened and didn't come home until late that afternoon, covered with mud. When I asked her where she'd been, she said, oh, just out. She learned that she'd taken her car, filled it with food and clothes, and rushed out to the flood area to do what she could. Carol's like that. What can you tell our lady listeners about the Lombard wardrobe? Well, only that she likes simple clothes, particularly sport things. And if she has a favorite color, it's white. She takes very good care of her clothes, too. Come up to the house sometime, Mr. DeMille, and I'll show you what we think of Lux Flakes. That big blue box is busy every day keeping her things fresh as a daisy. That's an invitation I won't forget. Bring a tree. A tree? Mm-hmm. Couldn't be compromised on an acorn? Not very well, Mr. DeMille. Carol, you see, is going to landscape the farm herself, and at the moment, any tree that will help make a good windbreak will be gratefully received. Now, remember that at Christmas time. But I can't wait that long, so from this point on, Carol will have to speak for herself. Thanks for having me. Congratulations. William Powell and Carol Lombard continue in My Man Godfrey with Gail Patrick, Misha Rour, and David Nevin. It's the following afternoon. In the Bullock living room, Carlo strums idly on the piano, while Mrs. Bullock and Cornelia listen in attentively. Mr. Bullock, entering from the hall, surveys the scene gloomily. She-to-a-che-cho. A-che-cho. Shut up. What? What did you say? I told him to shut up. Oh, I never... And you can shut up with him. And you too, Cornelia. I didn't open my mouth. Well, don't. Listen and listen carefully, it hurts me to repeat it. The Bullocks are broke. What? I am broke. You are broke, she is broke, and we are all broke. Not only that, but I've been using the company's money for the last month to speculate with. And I've lost. Do you hear that? I've lost. That means I'm an embezzler. Unless I get hold of a lot of money by the first of the month, I'm going to jail. No, isn't that an interesting story? Well, I certainly think it was very foolish of you. You had no right to do it. An embezzler. And to think that I've been a guest in your house. Is there nothing left? Not a cent. Ah, your food and drink have turned to dirt in my mouth. What? That settles it. Carlo, will you step into the hall for a moment? What for? Well, I won't speak to you as man to man. You have found a way out? Yes, for one of us anyhow. This way, Carlo. Excuse me, please. Well? Hello? I said goodbye. Did he go? Oh, yes. He left very hurriedly by the side window. Alexander, you're cruel. Did I hear something fall, sir? Yes, you did. God, we come here. Carlo is gone. Is he? You don't even seem surprised. I think I've been expecting it. We all have to go sooner or later. Yes, that's true, isn't it? He was a smart godfrey. Maybe you can tell me why Mr. Bullock has to go to jail. Mother. I'm sure Mr. Bullock doesn't have to go to jail. Oh, yes, I do. Oh, no, sir. You see, I've known for some time, sir, that the Bullock interests were in rather a bad way. How did you know that? Oh, I followed the market a bit. So I took the liberty of dabbling in some stock on my own account. Here, sir. Well, what's this? That is most of your stock. I knew it was being dumped on the market, so I sold short. Short? You mean gentlemen? Wait a minute. Do you mean that you've been making money when I was losing it? I did it in your interest, sir. I felt I owed your family a debt. I hope I've repated. And I may add, some of the money went into a project of my own. I hope you won't mind, sir. But you did all that on one hundred and fifty dollars a month? Well, hardly. You see, with the aid of Tommy Gray and Miss Cornelius Pearls, here, Miss Cornelius. Oh, godfrey, then you did steal them after all. Well, I... I put the pearls under Godfrey's mattress. Thank you, Miss Cornelius. I wanted you to say that. Here, Godfrey, these pearls are rightfully yours. Oh, no, thank you. I've repaid my debt, and I'm grateful to all of you. If anyone's indebted, we are. After the way some of us have treated you. Oh, I've been repaid in many ways. I learned patience from Mr. Bullock. I found Mrs. Bullock at all times, shall we say amusing? That's very complimentary of you, Godfrey. What good did you find in me, if any? A great deal. You taught me the fallacy of false pride. You taught me humility. I don't understand you. Miss Cornelius, there have been other spoiled children in the world. I happen to be one of them myself. You're a high-spirited girl. I only hope that you'll use those high spirits in a more constructive way. And so, goodbye. There goes a great guy. Hello. Oh, Irene. What's the matter? Nothing. What's the matter with her, Cornelius? I don't know. What's the matter with everybody? What's everybody crying about? Godfrey's gone. Gone? Gone where? He didn't say. Why didn't you stop him? Why didn't you hold him? We couldn't. Well, he's not going to get away from me. Where are you going? To the city dump. Well, this is it, Tommy. Tramp in, we call him. A palace of pleasure built on a foundation of tin cans and ashes. How do you like it? Just a minute, Godfrey. Is this where my money went into a nightclub? Some of yours? All of mine. Come into my office. By the way, now, what happens to the profits in this place? Well, we're giving food and shelter to 50 people in the winter. And giving them employment in the summer. What more do you want? Nothing. But you're the most peculiar butler that I've ever met. Ex-butler. Fired? No, I quit. I, uh, felt that foolish feeling coming on again. You mean Irene? Why don't you marry her? Oh, no, thank you. Being her butler was tough enough. Well, Godfrey, you have company. Irene, what are you doing here? Yes, what are you doing here? Don't let him off the hook, Irene. I won't. So long, Godfrey. Fix this place up, Godfrey. It's much nicer than when I was here before. Oh, you noticed that? Are the forgotten men having a party? Yes, it's their annual reunion. Well, I saw the mayor out there. Is he one of them, too? He's the guest of honor. Oh, it's a lovely view. The bridge and everything. Is the bridge always there? Most always. Oh, you have a kitchen. You know, I'm going to like this place. Oh, what's over here? Oh, is this where you sleep? That's the general purpose of the room. Oh. Any observations? I think it's very cute. But we'll have to change the wallpaper. What do you mean we'll have to change the wallpaper? Oh, I don't like green wallpaper. It makes me bilious. Well, you won't have to look at it. You are going home right now. But I can't go home. I can't, Godfrey. Now, Irene, see here. Are you simply... Oh, go on. Lose your temper. I love it when you lose your temper. Why can't you let me alone? Because you're my responsibility and someone has to take care of you. I can take care of myself. You can't look me in the eye and say that. You love me. You know it. And you know there's no sense in struggling with a thing when it's got you. It's got you. And that's all there is to it. It's got you. May I come in? Oh, Mayor Cortland. Mr. Gray said there were a couple of people in here who wanted to get married. Are you it? Yes, we're it, Mayor Cortland. Irene. Well, can you marry us without a license? Without a license? Well, it may get me into a lot of trouble, but I guess I've known your family long enough to take a chance. Does your father know about this? Well, everybody knows about it except Godfrey. Come on, Godfrey, we're all set. Join hands, please. No. No, wait. Listen, Irene, we can't do it. You simply can't. You... Just stand still, Godfrey. We'll all be over in a minute. Oh. Ends my man, Godfrey. In a few moments, Melville Royke brings you the important announcement referred to earlier tonight. And now, before William Powell, Carol Lombard, and Gayle Patrick return for a curtain call, we hear from Mr. Eric Hatch, author of My Man, Godfrey, and the screen version of Tapa. Tonight's story was turned down by nearly every studio in Hollywood. Finally produced by Universal, it became the first of the current cycle of comedy romances. It's also unique in that it was shot off the cuff. A Hollywood term which, perhaps, you'll explain to our audience, Mr. Hatch. Well, shooting off the cuff, ladies and gentlemen, is shooting without benefit of the usual prepared script or scenario. The lines are made up on the set as the action progresses. The most imminent disciple of this system is Mr. Gregory Lecava, the terrific director with whom I was fortunate to work on My Man, Godfrey. For three months before the actual shooting of the film, Greg and I accumulated 200 pages of rough notes and dialogue. These unassorted notes constituted all the script we had. I've heard it said, Mr. Hatch, that the characters in My Man, Godfrey were taken from life. Is that true? Well, the only one taken from life was Mr. Bullock. I patterned him after a friend of mine, a banker. Lots of people have confided that they know exactly who he is, but oddly enough, no two persons have named the same man. As one of those responsible for the current deluge of so-called crazy comedies, how long do you think their popularity is going to last? Well, this may sound strange, Mr. DeMille, but Godfrey to me was never a crazy picture. Godfrey was a pretty serious man, and comedy, in my opinion, must have a certain serious touch if it's going to amount to anything. If the men who produce pictures happen to agree with me, then I believe this so-called trend will last indefinitely. You've done a great job with Godfrey tonight, and to Mr. Powell, Miss Lombard, and all the others who participated in my sincerest gratitude. Thank you, Mr. Hatch. And here, ladies and gentlemen, are William Powell, Carol Lombard, and Gayle Patrick. And I'd like to know, Carol, what's all this talk about, uh, you and a farm? I can't quite picture the glamorous Lombard hoeing the potato patch. Well, in the first place... Yes, and filthy said something about a smokehouse. You mean every time you want a lighter cigarette, you've got to... But Gayle, you don't understand our smokehouse. Are you going to have chickens? Yes. What kind are you going to raise? Jersey, Holstein, or Guernsey? Well, whatever best follow. Probably Holstein chickens. Oh, splendid. What about some nice Plymouth rock cows? Look, I admit, I don't know anything about farming, and I don't care what people think. I think it's a swell idea. What's more, I'm studying farming, and I'm taking a correspondence course from the University of California. Carol, when you write for your next lesson, I wish you'd ask those college professors a question that's been puzzling me for some time. So tell me, you're turning farmer, too, Bill. Oh, no. My question has nothing to do with farming, Gayle. What I'd like to know is this. Now, in our play, Godfrey marries Irene. Yes. Now, do they or do they not live happily ever after? Does he change her? Does she change him, or do they both stay as they are to make a go of it? As the celebrated detective of the thin man films, what's your own deduction, Bill? An absolute zero, I don't know. Well, there's one way of finding out. What's that, CB? Make another picture. Let's ask our audience right now to drop a line to the Lux Radio Theater, telling us whether they'd like to see more of Godfrey and Irene as Mr. and Mrs. Godfrey. If the answer's yes, I feel pretty certain that those letters will help bring another Godfrey film to the screen. My grand-eye, dear Mr. DeMille, and I hope you get lots of letters. Good night. Good night. Good night, Carol. Good night, Joe. In a moment, Mr. DeMille returns with views of next Monday's show. Now comes the announcement I told you about earlier. Well, we certainly started something two weeks ago when we repeated our remarkable teaspoon offer. We have literally been swamped with requests, but we want to make good our promise of giving everybody a chance to get in on our souvenir offer. A half-dozen, extremely beautiful and serviceable, full-sized, original Roger Silverplate teaspoons, which, as you know, are guaranteed by the International Silver Company, the world's largest silversmith. To show you the kind of receptions the spoons are meeting with the country over, I want you to hear a few excerpts from typical letters that women are writing to us. Mrs. Alder-Nord at 511 Lakeview Avenue, Jamestown, New York says, I received my spoons today and want to tell you how pleased I am with them. They're perfectly lovely and worth so much more than I paid for them. Truly these spoons are very attractive and such a bargain. They have an extra-heavy deposit of pure silver-reinforced plate on the part most often exposed to wear, and they are guaranteed by the International Silver Company, the International Silver Company, the world's largest silversmith. Just let me read one sentence from the guarantee you will receive with your spoons. Every piece is guaranteed to give satisfaction and family use and will be replaced without charge at any time it doesn't conform to this guarantee. It is not hard to understand the enthusiasm of those who receive these spoons when you realize that you pay only a little over 8 cents a piece for them. But, of course, they are available only in half-dozen knots. Six spoons, four spoons, half-dozen knots, six spoons for 50 cents. Now, here is the easy way to get these spoons. Simply send the top from a large package of luxe. Print your name and address clearly on a piece of paper. Wrap 50 cents in coin in the paper. Don't send stamps. And mail to luxe, Meridon, Connecticut. This offer is good only in the United States. Oh, Mr. Rueck, would you mind repeating that address, please? Not at all, Miss Creighton. Simply send to luxe, Meridon, Connecticut. Now, luxe, Meridon, M-E-R-I-D-E-N, Meridon, Connecticut. I am sure that you will agree once you have seen the spoons that never before have you gotten a bargain like this. Of course, there is no advertising on the spoons in any way, whatever. And they are not to be confused with inexpensive ordinary spoons. They are the kind of spoons that you buy carefully and thoughtfully. The sort of spoons that you intend to keep a lifetime. You really have to see these teaspoons to fully appreciate them. You can have as many half-dozens as you want. But for each half-dozen spoon, send the top from a large-sized package of luxe and 50 cents in coin. Print your name and address clearly on a piece of paper, wrap the coin in the paper, and then mail to luxe, Meridon, M-E-R-I-D-E-N, Meridon, Connecticut. And you will receive your spoons promptly, post-paid. This offer is good only in the United States. And now, Mr. DeMille. Park Avenue and Tenth Avenue never meet in New York. But they cross next Monday night in the Luxe Radio Theatre when we bring you a romance successful on stage and screen. The Girl from Tenth Avenue. In the title role, you will hear the charming Loretta Young and co-starred the popular George Brent. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Flakes, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the Luxe Radio Theatre presents Loretta Young and George Brent in The Girl from Tenth Avenue. This is Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. Gail Patrick is from Paramount Studios. Misha Owler from New Universal and David Niven from Samuel O'Golden Productions. Lois Silver's appeared through courtesy of 20th Century Fox Studios where he directed music for Kentucky Moonshine. Our stars were assisted tonight by Wallace Clark as Mr. Alexander Bullock, Elvia Allman as Angelica Bullock, Ines Seabury as Molly, Edwin Max as Mr. Guthrie, Frank Nelson as George, Lou Merrill as the Detective, Herman as Clarence, Eddie Cain as Mayor Kotland, and Ernie Adams as a waiter. Heard on tonight's performance for Manhattan Serenade by Lois Alter and just let me look at you from Joy of Living. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.