 J-T-L-L-O! The Jello program starring Jack Benny with Johnny Green and his orchestra. The orchestra opens the program with Everything Stops for Tea. April showers bring May flowers, lovely fragrant and colorful. And so next month the flowers of May will be with us, bringing the same bright good cheer to gardens and hillsides that Jello brings to your dining room table. Only you don't have to wait for any particular season of the year to revel in Jello's glowing colors and Jello's real fruit flavors. Its deep mellow goodness is always yours to enjoy. No other gelatin dessert has Jello's extra rich fruit flavor. It's put there by a special secret process. You'll find that luscious real fruit taste in all six Jello flavors. Strawberry, raspberry, cherry, orange, lemon and lime. So if you want the best, always order Jello by name. Always insist on the one and only genuine Jello. Boogie Man, Jack Benny. Green and his gentlemen playing Swing Mr. Charlie. And very well done, Johnny. Really, I don't know what this program would do without you. Neither do I. Thanks, Johnny, but no kidding. I think you're swell, really. Would you mind saying that just a little louder, Jack? You know my mother is listening in. Oh, of course, Johnny. I'd be glad to. Is your mother hard of hearing? No, but the radio is next door. Oh, well, summer will soon be here. You can open the windows. Hey, Jack, a telegram just came for you. A telegram? Well, read it, Don. All right, here it is. It says Jack Benny, care of J-E-L-L-O. Dear Mr. Benny. Now, give me that wire. Dear Mr. Benny, my husband and I both think you are a splendid example of American manhood. And we would like our son to grow up and be just like you, but he would rather have a bicycle. Can you imagine that, Mary? What's more important to be on this program or have a bicycle? You can get places with a bicycle. I nearly killed your answer there, didn't I? Please grant the request of a worried mother and tell the story of your life and background so I will know how to guide my boy through the ups and downs of life. Signed Mrs. Otis Elevator. Now, that's what I call real mother love, the desire to protect her child. Ah, Don, remember our childhood days together. Oh, I certainly do, Jack. And do you remember the old swimming hall? Which one? The one in your bathing suit. Well, anyway, tonight, folks, we hearken to the plea of an anxious mother and present the story of my life, 39 years in all. Well, Jack, you're 42. I know, Don, but I'm not counting the three years I waited for someone to request this. Sing, Kenny. Rims and tropic moon covers land and sky. You've been moony, smart, never asking what be broken. I had an disillusioned, but one day, while sitting in the park, he meets the girl who reshapes his career. Ah, woe is me, woe is me. Here I am alone in a bitter world, penniless and hungry. Oh, if only I could meet a friendly squirrel who would steak me to a nut. Ah, listen to the birdie. And so forth. Ah, what a beautiful girl. Big pardon, Miss. Did you drop your dog? Oh, yes, thank you. Hmm, such a cute little pup, Spitz. Yes, that's why I dropped him. What are you doing in this big park all alone, Miss? Oh, I just came here to feed the monkeys. Well, that's nice of you. What do you feed them, peanuts or popcorn? I just give them a nickel. Let them buy what they want. See, I wish someone would give me a nickel. I can't remember the last time I ate. Poor thing. You should tie a string around your finger. What's your name? Jack Benny, but you can call me Jack. What's yours? Mary Livingston, but you can call me anytime. Would that I could, but you wouldn't want a fader like me. Gosh, I'm so discouraged. Well, what are you laughing at? I'm discouraged, too. What have you got to be discouraged about? You're so young and so beautiful. I know, but do. Years to write a forget the last time a failure, too. Years to write a poem, but I can never get the last line. It's so aggravating. Maybe I could help you out. Would that you could, would that you could. Could that I would. Should that you could. All right, let's hear it. Labor Day. Oh, Labor Day. You come each year, remember? No other month has Labor Day. September. That's it. See, that's wonderful. Let's get married. No. No, no, I haven't a penny to my name and we can't live on poetry. Why not? The paper gets stuck in my teeth. But you have inspired me. You have given me the will to carry on. We'll succeed and conquer the world. Hooray. I'll come back, Miss Livingston, and marry you. Gee, that's funny. Why? You're going to- Away he went. London, Paris, Budapest, New York, New Haven, and Hartford. Get off, you bum. Don't push. And then came the war. Archive, struggle. Jack, eliminate. Then-