 The Chevrolet program starring Jack Benny with Frank Black and his orchestra. Frank Black opens the program with Charlie's Home. This week, throughout the United States, a series of big, colorful posters are growing up on the billboards. Reading, every minute someone buys a new Chevrolet. Watch for these new signs, my friends, and bear in mind when you see them, there's signs of better times. There's signs of bigger business for the world's largest builder of motor cars. Also, there's sure signs that the one best buy in the low price field must be Chevrolet. America certainly wouldn't buy Chevrolet at the astonishing rate of one every minute unless Chevrolet were the one best buy at its price. And that's exactly what it is. The only car in its field with a Fisher body. The only one with Fisher no-draft ventilation, with a cushion-balanced engine mounting, with a time-proved six-cylinder power plant, a starterator, an octane collector, and no other full-size car in the world is so economical on gas and oil and upkeep, or so dependable. In view of all these things, do you wonder why? Every minute someone buys a new Chevrolet. And now, Jack Benny. Hello, Samor. This is your New York correspondent, Jack Benny, the Earth Galliper, coming to you with all the late news reports with the courtesy of the weekly watch. The news that brings out all the dirt. Okay, Frank, let's go. Thank you. Uh, Chicago, Illinois. World Fair gets off to good start with many notables arriving daily to represent their respective countries. Sam Insel will represent Greece. Jimmy Walker will represent France. And Black's Orchestra will represent Russia. Scotland sends Harry Lauder, COD. Jack, Jack, another wire, just a minute. All right, what is it, Mary? Quick. World Fair, Chicago. Molly will be suggested to ride representing Pans for Rainier. Mary, go away, will you please? Bombay, India. Hmm, more Gandhi news. Mahatma Gandhi finishes 21 days fast and is now wearing a cigar band. When last seen, he was mistaken for a panatella. Babylon, Long Island. Man and wife discovered here with 16 children. Cork pound dead on soup. Overworked day, you know. Ah, special cable dispatch. Frank Buck and Jimmy Walker will sail for America shortly. Buck will bring them back alive and Walker will bring them back alive. Let's go, Scotland. Harry Lauder also sailing for America. Local citizens getting big blowout by putting tack in his rear tire. Pretty good for Scotland. And now, folks, we have also added a want ad column to our paper as we cannot exist on circulation alone. So take down these addresses if you are interested. Traveling salesman wanted. Must be familiar with traveling, salesmanship, farmers and farmers' daughters. Address box 482, this paper. Wanted, 30 chorus girls. Apply Minsky Theater, New York. Wanted, three more chorus girls. Apply to Melton, Black and Benny. Got you in on this, Frank. For sale, baby grand piano by Lady with electric attachment. Girls wanted, to knit sweaters for Cats, Broomberg and Riley. Hmm, the boys must be cold. Woman 55 will trade a pick and ease dog and a canary for slightly used husbands. Realizes mistakes. Address RFD-4 Pump Handle, Ohio. Female health wanted, good secretary. If good looking, don't have to be so good. Jack, can I read one now? Go ahead, Mary. Wanted, good massive ceremony for Chevrolet program. Graham, wanted Howard Claney to say something about Chevrolet. Oh yes, you will find that Chevrolet saved you on oil, gas... Play, Frank, don't wait for this. Play, don't wait, don't wait, play, Frank. Mr. Black, thank you. That was My Darling from the Vanities, played by Frank Black and his orchestra. And now, ladies and gentlemen, we continue with our penthouse murder that was started last Friday. Do you all remember our terrible murder mystery last week? Well, it's terrible this week, too. Who killed Mr. X? You remember, folks, Mr. X was killed in his penthouse, so we could go tonight, between 8 o'clock and the bathroom. And the only clue found was a hot dog running away from a stand in Coney Island. You may also remember that during the trial, we were unable to place the guilt where it belonged. Garbo had to go home, Maywest had a date, and the other prisoners were not interested. So it still remains a horrible, unsolved mystery. Who killed Mr. X? I said, who killed Mr. X? Oh, pardon me. Yes. Watch those cues. Now, what could have been the motive for this crime? Let us analyze this. Mr. X was the landlord of three apartment houses, so you see he had no enemies. He lost every cent in the market. His wife was pressing him for back alimony, and he had incurable rheumatism, so there was no reason for suicide. Now, what was it? How old was he, Jack? 95. Then he did not die of old age. Neither will you, Mary. What did he have to suffer the night of the crime? Liver. Then it couldn't have been a heart attack. No, Mary, it couldn't. A pipe was pulled out of his mouth, and he was examined carefully. What kind of a pipe? A gas pipe. Oh, well. Oh, well, a little gas never hurt anyone. I know. Well, anyway, folks, we've had two detectives working on this case, Detective Melton. Detective Melton, you've been out on this case a week. Yes, sir. What have you found? I found a place where you can get a sandwich and a glass of beer for a nickel. Mary, take down the address, so that doesn't help solve the mystery. Detective Clainey, what did you find? I find that every minute of the day someone buys a Chevrolet. Well, now we're getting someplace. After all, that's what we're here for. Did you find anything else, Clainey? Yes, but the Chevrolet has sufficient no-drop ventilation. That's great. Now all we have to find out is who killed Mr. X. Jack, why not put it in the hands of Sherlock Holmes to understand crime? You're right, Mary. We'll get Sherlock Holmes, the man who sees all, knows all, and plays the fiddle. Hey, Jack. Jack, wait a minute. Yes, Jimmy? I hate to interrupt your mystery, but do you mind if I sing my song now? Oh, no, pardon me, Jimmy. So, right ahead, what are you going to sing? Franz Leha's Frasier Serenade. I know that, Jimmy. I just couldn't pronounce it. You know, play frankly. In the silence of the night When the moon is shining one more world at last Is past destiny Every creature goes to rest In his cozy little night His very own sorrow There's a little nest of mine Of a starry, blue divine Watch a little home Was left Is a parent at a bar Waiting for the magic of We fight with you And through your love Every once and for a new world So close to be complete And slow, so calm Is everywhere The wall in the silence Of the night When the moon is shining bright Little man I shall never fret or pine For someday you will be mine To come through That was the Frasier Serenade, sung by James Meltz. And now, ladies and gentlemen, we will continue in our mystery and take you to the residence called Sherlock Holmes. Hmm, hmm, hmm. The quarter of seven. Only one more hour until a quarter of eight. And just an hour ago it was a quarter of six. Mm-hmm, what a strange world. Mm-hmm, answer that, Mary. I'm not in. Hello? Hello? You want to speak to Sherlock Holmes? Yes, this is Sherlock's home, but Sherlock isn't home. He's working on a case right now. Yes, he's on a glass bottle. What is it, Mary? It's about that ten-house murder of Mr. X. They want you to stop working on it at once. Oh, yes, yes. Mm-hmm. I was expecting that case. Tell them I'll take it. Hello? Mr. Holmes just came in and said he'll take the case. Tell Mr. X not to worry. Goodbye. Mary, Mary, call in Dr. Boston. We have work ahead of us. Oh, Mr. Sherlock, I hate to ask you this, but can I draw five feelings today? That's elementary, Mary. I get it, Sherlock. Sherlock to you. Call, uh, call Dr. Boston. Dr. Boston, the boss wants you. Okay, I'm coming. No, Sherlock, but you. Boston? Boston, we have much work ahead of us. Mm-hmm. By the way, you've been eating herring. Is that right? Sure. But tell me, Sherlock, how did you know it? That's elementary, Boston. Besides, I can smell it. Sherlock, you're a genius. Boston, you're a lit boss. You know, Boston, you're really supposed to be an Englishman. Uh, what am I saying? Mr. Holmes, I'll try, you know? Mm-hmm, I like the other dialect better. All right, what do you want? Boston, mm-hmm, you have a strange mystery to solve. Mr. X has killed Ms. Penthouse, and we start working on the case today. All right, but before we start, why don't you eat something? You're always working. No, I just made some nice homemade soup. What kind of soup? I made some chicken, vegetable, and noodle. What do you want? Mm-hmm. We leave. We leave, Boston. We leave for the Empire State Building in ten minutes. The Empire State Building. Pack your bag and hand me my violin. I've got a lot of thinking to do. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. I must think. They last when he picked up his violin, but when he started to play, they screamed. Quiet, Mary. Quiet, I must think. I must think. Come, Boston, a thought just struck me. We must get to the Empire State Building in a jiffy. I am a jiffy, and my silver label gives us their justice, please. And much safer. At times, Boston, you feel signs of intelligence. You have just heard what these two famous detectives have said about the Chevrolet. It is quick, safe, and dependable. That's elementary, Cleaney, and get out of my study. Come, Boston, we must hurry. And by midnight, we will find the murderer of Mr. X. I like your own opinion. Boston, you're nuts. Come, let us away. Music You have just heard playing with the devil. And now we take you to the lobby of the Empire State Building where we meet Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Tell me, sir, like, why did we come here to the Empire State Building? What has this got to do with the murder of Mr. Hex? Watson, I'm surprised at you. While playing the violin, I made the following deduction. Mr. X was killed by some guerrilla here in New York. You follow me? A guerrilla was seen climbing up the Empire State Building with a girl in the palm of his hand and is at present on the tower. How do you know? I saw the picture. Now, if he could climb up a building the size of the Empire State, why couldn't he have climbed up that penthouse and killed Mr. X? You mean the guerrilla of King Kong? Of course, of course. Who else is covered with hair like that? Jobs, but not Shaw. Well, he didn't know it. Well, here's the elevator. What floor, Captain? We want to go to the tower. That's a hundred and second floor, boss. Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know that. When will we arrive? Sunday night, sir. You know, sir, like that elevator boy looks very suspicious and very familiar, too. I think so. What's your name, son? My name's Jim Milton, sir. Oh, sure, Jimmy. He's our tenor, boss. Hey, Jimmy, I hate to ask you this, but did you kill Mr. X? No, sir, I can't mind him killing my lady killer. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Quick, boss, and the needle. How? And cut out those jokes. Well, we have two days in this elevator. Two days, hmm, hmm. I must keep my mind occupied. Hmm, hand me my saxophone. That was stormy weather. Brought fuel through the courtesy of the Chevrolet Motor Company. Hundred and second floor, all out. Hmm, hmm, Sunday got here quick. I'll be careful, boss, and very quiet. Very quiet. Please follow me around the edge of the roof. We must use our wits and track him. This fellow King Kong is the biggest preacher you have ever seen. He eats elephants like you eat salamis. You must have? That's elementary, boss. Come, come, follow me. What's that? The drummer just dropped the cymbal. Frank, keep the boys quiet, will you? Just a moment, boss, and don't move. It's so dark up here. Why didn't we come at the end of daytime? Quiet, quiet, go ahead, I'm right behind you. I'd, I'd sure not be behind you. Watch and look. Look carefully. Carefully, hmm, you see that figure standing down the doorway? Yes. Look, look, somebody is handing him some money. Oh, that's how it's made. Here, here, here. You know, he runs this building and he's collecting the rent. How low are you? Ah, you're... You're wrong again, wrong again, boss. What, what, what is that, Sherlock? Hmm, hmm, hmm, that's Tinkong. He's here all right. Keep down, Watson. You mustn't see us. Be careful, Sherlock. I think he sees us. Grab him, Watson, and don't let him get away. Thank you. Look, look, he's got a girl right in the palm of his hand. It looks like Mary Livingston. Wait, wait, it is Mary. Mary. Mary, what are you doing there with Tinkong? There's something in his eyes that makes me realize he got me in the palm of his hand. The girl of his friend. Mary, we must rescue. We must rescue Mary from that root. I'm not afraid of him. Hey, Tinkong! What's the idea of climbing buildings and carrying women with you? Well, it's rules of sport and I just love the fresh air. If that's Tinkong, I'll get him. Wait, wait, Watson. It may be a trick. Now, look here, Tom. You've been climbing buildings, dragging people out of their beds and murdering them. Did you climb up to the Penthouse and Park Avenue and kill Mr. X? No. You lie. You did murder Mr. X. Why, you're big enough to eat him alive. Well, I did have eggs for breakfast this morning. Then you admit that you killed him. No, no, no, no, no. Take him away. Take him away, Watson. Goodbye, Mary. I'm sorry, I can't play with you anymore. Goodbye, Paul and Harry. Come up again some day. Well, well, it didn't take us long to get him. He did it, Watson. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Who's that? It's me, the voice of the shadow. What do you want? You think you've got the murder. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Well, King Kong did not kill Mr. X. Then who did? Mr. X was killed by... Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Ladies and gentlemen, this mystery will be continued next Friday night. But there's no mystery about the Chevrolet Motor Car. It's the best buy in America today in the nation's choice. Play Frank. We got the mother. They look so outplayed. Without your smiling face, my dear. My merry-go-round. They look so dusty, they're just... And no one can bring me back. Take us back where we belong. Whenever you see or hear the figures, 445 FOD factory, always think, my friends, of Chevrolet. Of the new Chevrolet, Standard 6. The car that made $445 famous. Of the smart fast-stepping Chevrolet that gave a new meaning to 445 by giving so many wonderful new features for that wonderful low price. A Fisher body. A big comfortable interior. Fisher no-draft ventilation. Safety plate windshield glass. An octane selector. A load of a road chassis that rides smoothly and steadily. And a six-cylinder valve and head engine that's not only one of the snappiest on the road, but listen to this. Some Chevrolet Standard 6 owners report gasoline mileage is as high as 26 miles to the gallon. And nearly all of them are getting between 18 and 24 depending on how they drive. So if you have a minimum of money to spend on a new car and want that money to do you the most good, to bring you the most fun and the greatest savings in return, save with a new Chevrolet Standard 6. The big general of his value that made $445 famous. Well folks, this concludes our program for tonight. We're here making the next Friday. Try and figure out for yourself who killed Mr. S. Mary, Mary hand me my violin. I must sing. Yes, ah, ah, ah, ah. Good night folks, good night. This is the National Broadcasting Company, W-E-O-S, New York.