 Lux presents Hollywood. The Lux Radio Theatre brings you Bing Crosby in Sing You Sinners with Ralph Bellamy, Elizabeth Patterson, and Jacqueline Wells. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer is your Cecil P. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. An old song and a happy coincidence gave the Lux Radio Theatre its bill for this week. The song was a French-Canadian ballad that I'm planning to use in my new picture, Northwest Mounted Police, and the coincidence was that Bing Crosby knew it by heart. A few weeks ago at Paramount, I was listening to a phonograph record of the song and outside my office window, a familiar voice took up the chorus in pretty good French, too. So I leaned out the window and invited Bing to come in through the door, of course. And before he left, we'd arranged for his appearance here tonight in Sing You Sinners, the chronicle of a happy-go-lucky chap named Joe Beebe, played by our national model of happy-go-luckiness, Mr. Crosby. All of you who saw Paramount's pet picture will be pleased to meet the Beebe family again, being, of course, as the same part he played on the screen. Ralph Bellamy is Bing's hard-working and very, very unhappy-go-lucky brother. And the other Beebe's of Sing You Sinners are represented by Elizabeth Patterson and Charles Peck. Ms. Patterson, in her original role of the mother, and Jackwell and Wells will play Martha Randall. Like all good American families, this one sticks together. The loyalty I know they share with our listeners. The familiar sight of Lux Flakes in your home is a symbol of your friendship for this program. And this well-merited confidence in Lux Flakes by millions of our friends is the thing that keeps the Lux Radio Theater on the air. The Beebe seemed to have a natural gift for getting into hot water. But, hey, they have the saving grace of humor. And with Bing Crosby among them, a liking for melody. Romance is present in the person of the girl who lives down the street. There are people who are glad to have you drop in on them anytime. So we'll quietly raise the curtain on the first act of Sing You Sinners. Starring Bing Crosby as Joe, Ralph Bellamy as David, Elizabeth Patterson as their mother, Jackwell and Wells as Martha Randall, and Charles Peck as Mike. When a good mother has stood for hours over a hot stove so that her three sons may have a healthful and appetizing dinner. And when those three sons are late, as usual, and the dinner is slowly being cooked away to nothingness, the good mother has a perfect right and privilege to bang the pots around. Mrs. Beebe is banging her pots right now. Don't even be fit for the dog. How to know better am I now to try and fix something decent for her? Is that you, Dave? That's me. Hello, Mother. Hello, Mother, my eye. I suppose it'll never mean a thing to you that when you say you want supper at six o'clock, I expect you to be here to eat. Sorry, Mom, but I had to work overtime. Fella came in late with a break-relining job. What's for dinner, Mom? Don't touch that pouch! Oh, it's hot. Told you not to touch it. Pot roast, huh? Why can't we have macaroni sometime? Because as long as I'm cooking, we'll eat for our health around here. You know macaroni makes Joe fat. Yeah, it's not macaroni, it's lack of work. There's Michael. Every time he comes in, the pictures fall off the wall. Home, all. We hear you. Hiya, Dave. Hello, Mike. Hello, Mom. What are you doing lately, going to night school? Oh, what makes you say that, Mom? Hey, what's for supper? Don't touch that pouch! Ouch! Oh, pot roast, huh? Joe's favorite. Say, why don't we ever have hot dogs? I love hot dogs like my own life. Take off your hat. Go wash your face. Okay, okay. What were you doing, Michael? Why were you so late? Oh, I was studying at the library. Studying? Studying what? Oh, about the world and stuff like that. You know. Yeah, we know. Here I am, Mom. About time, too. Hiya, men. Hello, Joe. Hello, Mom. How are you? Where were you? Oh, I was looking for a job. Yeah, at the pool room. Now, that ain't kind, Dave. Well, Mom, what goes on the menu tonight? Don't touch that pot! Don't you boys ever learn? Well, fill my mouth its pot roast. Yes, and sit down. For it dries up and blows away. We don't get a little more order around here. I'll never cook another bite, so help me. Someday, you night owls will come home and find me lying on a chaise lounge eating chocolates. Michael, where are you going? I want to get the ketchup. Get the chili sauce while you're out. Bring the mustard, too, Mike. Yeah, I already got it. Oh, dear. What's the use of cooking a decent meal, watching a bunch of idiots splatter it with junk? Take some of that cauliflower, Michael. Oh, more. It smells like old laundry. I said take some cauliflower. Okay, okay. Well, Dave, I saw you driving Martha home today. Boy, you weren't saying a word. Just driving along stiff as a poker. Pass the rolls, will you, Joe? You know, if I had a little number like that dug in my tracks for three years, boy, I'd really give myself up. Joe, be quiet. You'll keep your yapshot about, Martha. What's the matter with you? All I keep saying is, why don't you marry the gal? You're not done well why I don't marry her, because you haven't got enough vinegar to pitch in and help keep this family going. Say, listen, can I help it if there's nothing in this burg for a guy with ideas? What ideas? Outsmarting some chump at the pool hall for a couple of bucks, or swapping the shirt off your back for a brass go-knob. All right, all right, go ahead. Razz me all you want about swapping. But you can't show me a big man in this country today who didn't get where he is by swapping something for something or something. Dave, you shouldn't lay into Joe that way. Why don't you go ahead and do what he tells you? Sure, get married and then find out you can't take care of yourselves after I think I'm set, and all thanks. Well, now listen, let's quit talking about it. I'm only trying to tell you what I did this afternoon. What? Well, I got us a job at a dance in Pleasanton. You got a... Oh! Listen, Joe, how many times do I have to tell you I don't want any more of that trio stuff? Well, it's a job, isn't it? Is that the only kind of a job you can get when we have to drag Mike and me in on it? All right. I don't like it any more than you do, but what am I going to say when a man offers us 15 bucks? Yes, what should he say to me? Now, look, Joe, I work in a garage. See, I got a decent job and I like it. And if you expect me to spend my nights blowing my brains out into a clarinet while you sing to a lot of screwballs dancing around on a dance floor, well, I'm a man, dog, Gornet, and I want to stay one. Me, too. I build up a tough recitation working out horses to the fairgrounds all summer and then bang! You shove an accordion into my hands and turn me into a buster brown. You keep quiet. Now, look, Dave, see, I know how you feel. You feel the same way as I do about singing. Oh, is that so? After I've spent every last cent your father left us to teach you music, you all go around blabbing. You won't play or sing because you're men. What's the matter with you? Men sing? I don't care, Mama. I won't do it. Me, neither. All right. Hold things off. It is not all. Now, get this straight, all of you. As long as you can earn a nickel by opening your trap so squeezing the music box, you're going to do it. When's that dance at Pleasanton? Tonight. Well, start getting dressed. Now, listen, Mom, I got a date with Martha tonight. Take Martha to the dance. No, I won't do it. Will you see about that? I'll let you see. I say you're going all of your stuff. You might as well shut up about it. No millionaire, but I'm not the type to care. Because I've got a pocket full of dreams and it's my universe even with my empty purse because I've got a pocket full of dreams. I wouldn't take all the wealth of Wall Street for a road where nature tries and I calculate that I'm worth my weight in golden rods. Lucky, lucky me, I can live in luxury because I've got a pocket full of dreams. Millionaire, but I'm not the type to care because I've got a pocket full of dreams and it's my universe even with my empty purse. I wouldn't take all the wealth of Wall Street for a road where nature tries and I calculate that I'm worth my weight in golden rods. I hated to drag you all the way out this way. Don't be silly, Dave. I liked it. You may not like what's coming next. What's the matter, darling? Well, a fella just called from town. There's a truck stalled out on highway number nine. You mean you've got to go out there? Well, I could pick up ten dollars pretty easy, Martha. And every nickel counts on that house we're going to build someday. We'll build that house all right. You wait and see. Sure you won't mind, honey. As a matter of fact, I insist. I'll need that ten dollars for drapes. It's sort of like a dream, isn't it? Yes, but that truck isn't. Hurry up now and get it on store. Okay, I'll get Joe to take you home. Wait a second. Joe! Hey, Joe. How you are, Dave. Here's the pickings. Say, that's pretty easy dough for two songs. Yeah, look, Joe, do me a favor, will you? Take Martha home for me. What goes? I've got a job to do. I'll take Mike along to help and you can have the car. And here, here's a buck. You can buy her a sandwich and coffee on the way. Thanks. Say you're getting kind of generous with your little girlfriend, aren't you? You can't trust your own brother. What do you say? Sure. If you're willing to let her go out with me, why should I squawk? Give me the keys to the car. Here, and take it easy. I want her back in just one... That's kind of tough having the boyfriend walk out on you. Oh, I don't mind. It's all for a good cause. Dave and I'll make up for it someday when we're married. Whenever that may be. Don't tell me, I know. Soon as I get a job and hold it. Why don't you, Joe? You could easily. Oh, just not my style, that's all. When money comes my way, it's gonna come fast and plenty. You wait. I am waiting. I'm not exactly on your side at that, though. It's too bad you aren't my girl. What? I wouldn't worry about the family until after the wedding. Then I'd have you, and nothing else would matter anyway. Oh, I wish Dave felt that way. I mean, sometimes I do. But unfortunately, you're not my Lily, except for tonight. Well, here we are. Here we are, Claire. Well, Dave told me to put the feedback on for you, didn't he? You mean we're going to that joint over there? What do you mean, joint? That's the finest roadhouse in these parts. That's the old straggle in. Straggle in and stagger out. Listen, I don't even come here with Dave. Well, that's all the more reason why you should see it. Touch of nightlife's good for you. Do you think Dave would mind? Dave, why should he squawk? It's only his girl and his money. What's wrong with this place? All right, restful. Don't you think so? Folks, folks, I really think that with a little bit of a flaw, I'll have action here tonight. But I'll hold it against you. Step right up, Joe. Thanks, Miles. What'll it be, fella? Well, let's take a whack at that... Don't let that moon get away. Wait for me on the curve. Right. Uh, Professor? A one, a two. It's one of those nights for adventure And we ought to be recklessly gay Who knows what we'll find So if you're inclined Don't let that moon get away Your eyes have a way of revealing The thoughts that you really should say It may be romance So while there's a chance Don't let that moon get away And don't let this meeting adjourn And don't be so ready to go For now is the right time to learn What every young heart should know These moments don't happen so often Doesn't seem right to delay If you feel it too Whatever you do Don't let that moon get away And don't let this meeting adjourn Now don't be so ready to go For now is the right time to learn What every young heart should know These moments don't happen so often Doesn't seem right to delay If you feel it too Whatever you do Don't let that moon get away Got you. Hey, who ordered the drinks? Compliments to the bartender. Thanks, Barnett. I can't drink this stuff. Oh, you have to. Now that's compliments to the bartender. Here you are, miss. Here you are, Joe. Well, now what? Compliments to the band leader. There's another round coming up from one of their customers. Oh, ma. Well, I'm beginning to see where music has its good points. What's so funny now? You, for a fella who hates music, do you know how many times you sang at that place? Well, those are for you. Oh. As a matter of fact, you know, if you weren't Dave's girl, I'd tell you I love you. You don't love me. You're just feeling good. Oh, it's the same thing. How do you feel? Fine. A little excited. That's love. It is not. It's compliments to the house. I'll bet you know what I bet. I'll bet we'd get along like a million dollars. What do you like that Dave for anyway? Oh, I don't know. Lots of reasons, I guess. Well, you better think me over. I'm, uh, I'm a lot of laughs. Well, see, see there? I haven't hardly opened my mouth and I'm a riot. Oh, you, riotin', allie, allie, one two three four five six seven hundred beats take! Old Joe BB delivers him safe and sound a little bit late. Dave. Well, well, well. Hiya, Pappy. You been waitin' the entire hours? Yeah, where were you? While he was takin' in the sights. Just showing the little woman what she's missin' by marrying you. You're drunk. He didn't buy the drinks, Dave, they just kept giving them to him and asking him to sing. All right, Peppy, I'm lit. And I took your girl out and I showed her the first good time she had since she started going with you, so what? If you weren't my brother, I'd... I know, you're America's big brother. Honest, hard-working, and you're stupid as a duck. Why don't you get wise to yourself, you big chump? Why, you... Dave! Oh, Dave! I... I didn't mean to do that. All of a sudden, I... go on inside, Martha, I'll see you tomorrow. He didn't... he didn't realize what he was saying. I know, go on in and I'll take him home. Good night. Good night. Come on, Joe, come on, get up. I didn't mean it, Joe. Oh, you should have hit me harder, Dave. Why didn't you hit me harder? You know what I'd do with a guy like me, Dave? I'd prop him up against the wall, I'd shove my face right through his fist, vice versa. Why didn't you hit me harder, Dave? I'll be quiet. I tell you, you really should have... Shut up! Go inside, I'll get you to bed. I can't see anything. The bed's right over here. I found it. Quiet! Hey, Joe, Joe, what's the matter? Mike, get out of here. Well, what... Gosh, what happened to you, Joe? Well, I got what was coming to me, that's all. I'll beat it, go on. Does anybody slug you? Are you okay, Joe? Mike, get out of here before you wake up, Mom. He's in trouble, Amy. I gotta help. We don't need you, Mike. Now, go on. Scram. Duck. Okay, okay, Joe. Come on, now. Get your clothes off. Oh, Dave, sometimes I turn into such a heel. I surprise even myself. Do you know what I was trying to do tonight? Move in on your gal. How do you like that? Give me your foot. I'm glad you clunked me, Dave. You don't have to worry about Martha, boy. She's all for you. I'm all for both of you. Give me your other foot. You think I'm no good, huh? I'm gonna surprise you, though. I'm gonna fix it so you can marry Martha. Now, you watch me, Dave. You know what I think of what you've done for me and for this family? Never squawking unless somebody gets way out of line. Oh, you're the kind of fella I want to be, Dave. I know. Come on, now. Get under the covers. Did I tell you about my surprise, Dave? Did I tell you? Yeah, you told me. Good night. Oh. Good night, Dave. Good night, baby. Good night, Joe. I heard him opening and closing the drawers. We can't be going. Where would he go? All right, Mom. Calm down. I'll speak to him. He was out all day looking for a job. Bill Hutchkins told me. He was trying to get a job doing anything. Hello, folks. My Joe, you packed a grip. Yeah, I'm leaving, Mom. Why, Joe? Well, you don't have to ask me that, Mom. I'm going to Los Angeles. I'm gonna prove that I can amount to something and I'll send for you in Mike the minute I get set. But we want you here. I know where I belong. Now, please, Mom, don't ask me to stay. All right, Joe. But not even for dinner. It's hot roast. Lift over. Sorry, Mom. Give us a kiss, huh? Joe. Well, Dave, I'm gonna ask you not to leave, Joe. Me, too. Well, thanks, men, but this is what I want to do. Whatever you say. You know, Dave, we don't see things the same way, and I'm getting wise. Now, I just don't fit into this town. So I'm gonna go where I can do the family some good. And you're gonna be surprised one of these days when I send for the folks, and I'm gonna give you the OK on marrying Martha. If that's why you're leaving, Joe, you don't have to. Well, I know what I'm doing. Well, you'll need some money. Oh, thanks. This is on me. So long, Dave. So long, Joe. I'll be seeing you soon, Mom. Oh, Joe, I wish you wouldn't... Oh, I got to. Goodbye. He finally made his break. I'm sorry he did, but I... I'm glad, too, because it'll bring out the fight. I know he's got any. His paw was the same way. He just drifted along without a worry in the world till you boys started coming. Then he dug in and worked till the day he died. God bless him. I'm going upstairs. Good night, Mom. You know, Mike, you don't realize until he's gone how you feel about him. Night, Mike. Good night. Gee, this is the darkest family. In just a moment, Mr. DeMille brings you act two of Sing You Sinners with Bing Crosby, Ralph Bellamy, Elizabeth Patterson, and Jacqueline Wells. During this short intermission, I'm going to make a little demonstration for you, and Sally has brought along a friend of hers to help me. She's Mrs. Bertha Aldridge of Hollywood. You're a housewife, aren't you, Mrs. Aldridge? That's right, Mr. Ruick. Any children? Oh, yes, two. That's very nice. Now, Mrs. Aldridge, I'd like to ask you a question. 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At last comes a telegram for Mrs. Daisy Beebe. Dear mom, pack up Mike's other shirt and hurry to Los Angeles. I'm in the smart shop business and cleaning up. Tell Dave to get married before Martha realizes her mistake. Love, Joe. Mike! Mike! Joe's got a swap shop. He wants us with him. We're going to Los Angeles. Come and get here. Hiya, mom. Oh, Joe. I'm so glad to see you. Hello, Joe. Hiya, Mike. Well, you sure did it, didn't you? Look at that suit he's got there. Oh, you look good, Joe. Oh, you betcha. We're riding high now. Hey, uh, red cap. Get those bags, will ya? Want a cap, sir? Why, sure. Why not? A cap? Oh, boy. Come on. Say, mom, why didn't Dave get married for you last? Well, he just wanted to be sure that everything was all right here first. All right, sir. Oh, Joe, I'm so happy. Where do you live, Joe? You got a swimming pool? Oh, not yet, kid. Give me a couple of weeks, will ya? I'm saying to see the house, Joe. Oh, the house? Well, we're not going home right away, mom. We've got to make a stop first. You better get ready for the biggest surprise of your life. Oh. Driver, just pull up in front of that barn. Okay. But, Joe, what is this place? It's a racetrack, ain't it, Joe? Hold your hats, folks. Okay, driver. You can wait. All right. Come on, mom. What in the world? Right over here, mom. Howdy, Mr. Joe. Morning, Felder. How's the big horse today? Oh, he just fine, Mr. Joe. Ha-ha. You hear that? He's getting to know you. Hiya, Gus, old boy. Joe, will you please tell us? Folks, I want you to meet Uncle Gus, the grandest racehorse that ever peaked through a bridle. Racehorse? Mm-hmm. Oh, gosh. Mom, if you ever looked your fortune in the face, there it is. There's the horse that's going to carry the three of us right into that field of clover. You mean it's ours? Really ours? Front and back. Oh, boy. Why, Joe, do you mean to tell me that you can afford to keep a racehorse out of what you take in at the swap shop? Swap shop? Oh, well, I haven't got that anymore. I swapped it. You swapped it? Mm-hmm. For what? Uncle Gus. But where are you working? Well, right here, training Uncle Gus. Do you get paid for it? No. Well, where do you make your money? Well, I'm not making any right now, but as soon as Uncle Gus starts racing, there'll only be a couple of months we'll start talking about racing. Joe, do you realize that you've sent for us? Told Dave to get married? Told us to sell the house? Well, there's nothing to worry about, Mom. Things might be a little tight for a while, but I got a nice little house, two months rent paid in advance, credit at the market, credit for Uncle Gus's seat belt. Sure, he don't need a job. We got a race horse. Can I ride Uncle Gus, Joe? Can I be a jockey? Such a trip. Joe, are you crazy? What are we going to do when your credit runs out? Are we all supposed to go back home and move in on Dave and Mom? Well, that won't happen. Now, believe me, Mom. You've got to take a chance if you're going to amount to something and my chance came. Yes. Your chance came, and you traded yourself right out of it. Just the same as you've done ever since you were old enough to have a thought in your head. And now what? Where do we go from here, big shot? Don't worry. Now, whatever you do, don't worry. Say, you got a dollar for... Filter, I got to keep him eating, you know. Oh, dear. Just a dollar will be enough. Thanks, Mom. Here you are, Filter. Pork chops tonight. Thank you, sir. And keep old Uncle Gus in good shape. You stay right under them hind feet. Yes, sir. All the time. Come on, Mom. So long, Filter. So long, Boss. You want me to stay here, Joe. Don't you think I ought to stay with Uncle Gus? No, I think we better be going home. That is if Mom's got the cab fare. Now, listen here, Joe. Oh, Mom. Now, stop worrying. Well, you come on home. We're talking about this living room. That's the dining room over there behind that screen. It isn't much of a place, I know, but will you stay, Mom? Please. There's nothing else we can do. And remember this. I'll say, well, stay. Look at me, Aunt Uncle Gus. I'm coming around the turn. I'm coming like a house of fire. I'm way ahead. Stop it! Stop it! I say, remember this. As far as Dave and Martha are concerned, you still have the swap shop and you're earning money. They mustn't find out the truth, you understand? Yes, Mom. Because no matter what happens to us, you're not going to ruin things again for them. Can you imagine that? All upset when we got us a racehorse. Mom, if I didn't know you so well, I'd... Oh, quiet, quiet. Yes. I'm afraid we all know each other too well. What's the supper, Mom? Ouch! There's a stew for supper as usual. Well, did you get that fool horse entered in the race yet? Now, Mom, fool horse. That's fine talk after he just breezes three-quarters and one fourteen flat. Breezes one fourteen. I asked you a simple question in plain English. When is Uncle Gus going to run? In a couple of weeks. We've got to wait for our spot. It's been a couple of weeks for the last two months. Michael, I told you not to clean those jockey boots in the kitchen. Now, we're going to leave this house like we found it. Oh, Mom. That's right, isn't it? We're going to get kicked out of here in three days, aren't we? Yes, in three days. And you sit there like a king reading that crazy horse paper. Do you realize we won't even have a roof over our heads? Yeah, but a couple of weeks we'll be right back on top again. Yes, on top of the bread line. Oh. Answer that, Michael. Tell him. Tell him we'll pay him next week. Okay, I'm getting good with that yarn. It's just one thing I can be thankful for. There is a Dave and Martha don't know what's happening here. Dave ever found out? Oh, settle down, Mom. Now settle down. Nobody's going to find out about anything. Hiya, son. Well, looky here. Hey, Mom, it's Dave and Martha. Oh, honey. Oh, my. All right, Mom. Now, all right. I don't know. Well, I mean, act just like those letters you wrote. Everything's fine, get it? Hiya, Joe. Hiya, Dad. Hello, Mom. Oh, Dave and Martha. Hello, Mrs. Beebe. Well, are you married? Are you on your honeymoon? Better yet. We're going to be married here. Oh, that's so sweet of you. I did so want to see the wedding. Well, that's what we thought. The whole family, you know. Say, Dave, have you heard the news? Joe's got himself a raise. Oh. What's the matter? Hiya, Michael. Now, go straighten up your room. It's so darn fidgety. Go on. Go on. Well, how do you like the house here? Oh, it's quite a place. We're going to build ourselves pretty soon. When do you have to go back? Oh, in four or five days. Oh. What's wrong? Oh, nothing. Only we are moving in three days. What's the matter with this? Well, it's kind of small. Say, you must be a one-man riot in this town. Anyway, I'm not proud. How about getting married right here, huh? We'll feed somewhere so nobody'll have to cook. Wine with a grub, maybe, huh? That sounds great. Yeah, it'll be kind of nice all being together. Oh, say, Joe, I got a laugh for you. I brought our old instruments along so you can dump them in the swap shop. The accordion, the clarinet, and your guitar. Sure feel good to know they're gone, huh? Yes, won't it. Hey, look, Dave, look at me. Our own colors. Hey, Michael. What's the idea of the jockey suit? Look, Dave, look. I'm coming in a stretch. It's Uncle Gus by your head. Uncle Gus by your ears. Uncle Gus pulled away. Look at me go. Hey, what is this? What's the idea? I wanted to tell you. I'm a real apprentice jockey now, and I'm going to run Uncle Gus that Joe traded for a swap shop. And I'm going to win on him, too. Nick. Because we got to win on him. I kind of get kicked out of this place. Couldn't you stay and see me ride? Dave, can you? Shut up. Well, Joe, what about this? Well, there's nothing much to tell. Except we got this Uncle Gus instead of the swap shop, and we got a chance to make a lot of money, too. And you're going to get kicked out of here. David, I... I don't think we ought to burden Martha with any family trouble. This is a great thing to walk into after planning like we did. Martha, would you mind stepping outside a few minutes? Certainly. But, Dave, no matter what happens... Please, Martha. All right, darling. Now, David, I think... It was nice reading in your letters how well Joe was doing. Well, I thought it was better. Better? To lie instead of telling me the facts that Joe's no better than he ever was? That he can no more take care of a family than he can fly? Well, they're all right now. What are you using for money? Well, we... We have credit. Well, and who's going to pay off? I am. Soon as my horse starts running. Joe, if I thought I'd do any good, I'd knock you. All right, sit down and let's have it straight. Where do you stand and how long can you hold out? Well, it's like this, we... What's the bad news? Can you imagine a guy like that sending for his family? They're broke gone. Worse than that, they're $400 in debt and not a chance to pay off. Mother and the kid living on beans. What are you going to do about it? Well, there's only one thing to do. Stay here and get them straightened out. And me? Maybe it won't take long, Martha. You'll only wait. But why? Oh, let's be married tomorrow, just as we planned. And I can stay here and help. Drag you into this mess? Marry into a family that won't even have a place to hang its hat? I'll try to get a job here. I will get one. That'll help some... Can't you understand, Martha, that the one thing I want to do is be able to take care of you and give you that house and everything we've talked about. But marrying you now, moving in on a lot of trouble, I'm not going to do it. I understand. You don't think the way I do, Dave, and never will. Because if you did, you wouldn't care what was happening. You'd only know that you loved me and wanted me, and nothing on earth could stop you from having me. Martha. You'll never get this family set. They won't change, and I love them for it. I'm going home now, Dave, and I don't want to hear from you again until you've realized that they're going to be just as much a part of our future as we are. Trouble in all. You'd... you'd better find that out in a hurry, Dave. Good-bye. Martha. If he ain't upstairs, where'd she go, Dave? Go on. I don't blame her. Go on. Why? After what you've done, you pull that. Joe, if I did half what I wanted to do, I'd kick you all the way back to Stokesbury. I've lost Martha. I'm losing my job on account of you, and now I'm darn near losing my mind. Now grab that guitar and stand up. What for? Go on. You too, Mike. Get your accordion. What do I do? It's not what you did. It's what you're going to do. Now play. Play what, Dave? Play anything. Okay, okay. Joe, you sing. Oh, now let's sing. Now, come this horn down your throat. A pocket full of dreams. Now, we're going to practice, see? We're going to get going, and we're going to get a job. It's my universe. I'll put this family in a seat where I have to break everybody's leg doing it. Because I've got a pocket full of dreams. Oh, there! Pocket deal. My, my, now you put down that cigarette. Biggest catfish in the sea. You practice packing all day long to some old radio songs. Oh, yes, oh, yes. You better listen to your part. Someday practice up on the log. And then you'll be a real success. Yes. Small fry. You kiss the neighbor's daughter. Small. Get on back into a shallow wall. Seems I should take you close my knee. You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea. You got your feet all soaking wet. Lord, you'd be the death of me yet. Oh, me, oh, my. We're not at work in this joint. I feel more and more like cutting my throat. Yeah, but when Uncle Gus wins tomorrow, wins for sure thing. I hope. What do you say, Mike? Joe, I've been excited. It's so long thinking about riding Uncle Gus that now I'm kind of shaky. Ah, but don't you worry about me, though. I'll be all right tomorrow. Where you going? I'm out of here. I said he wanted to see me. I'll be back in a couple of minutes. What would the manager want to see Mike for? Come in. Oh, come in, Mike. Yes, sir. Hey, come here. I want you to meet a friend of mine, Harry Ringmer. Hi, son. Yes, sir. I'm glad to know you, sir. Mike's the kid I was telling you about, Harry. He works for me here, and he's got his jockey papers to ride his brother's horse. Sit down, kid. What's the matter? You nervous? No, no, sir. Just, well, you know, riding my first race tomorrow. Mr. Ringmer's got a horse in that race, too. Mr. Bank. Oh, yes, sir. Mr. Bank's a good horse, but ours is better. Well, maybe so. You think you'll win, huh? I gotta. Why? Well, we already caused my brother Dave a lot of trouble and his girl and... Oh, just family reasons. Oh, that's too bad. How do you mean? Well, you're a plenty green kid, and lots of things can happen out there to spoil your cake. For instance, the rail. Well, what about the rail? Well, when you hit the stretch and the other boys start crowding you, it's tough going. I've seen a terry kid's leg right out of the socket. Throw him under the horses. Well, I ain't afraid. You really need the dough, don't you? We sure do. Well, there's a way of turning a race into a sure thing sometimes. You know what I mean? That's what my brother Joe likes. A sure thing. Yes, sir, that's good. I ain't got a smart brother, kid. He knows what he's talking about. He's smart, all right. Sure he is. And we can help your family out plenty by taking your brother's tip. No worry about losing the race, no risk, no nothing. Just play the sure thing. Huh? Now, look, you got $400 coming to you if you win. But suppose another horse crowds you. What if you get pocketed and shoved up against the rail? What do you got? Nothing. Now look, did you ever see one of these before? Oh, no, sir. $100 bill. Well, that's yours and three more like it tomorrow if you don't win. If I don't win? Hey. Yeah, like your brother says, the sure thing. You want to help your family, don't you? Well, yeah, yeah, sure I do. Okay. Al, would you mind stepping outside for a minute? Not at all, Harry. Not at all. Thanks. Now look. Hey, Al, you seen Mike any place? Oh, yes, yes. He just went back to the dressing room, I think. Thanks. Oh, Joe, wait. Huh? Uh, how do you think Uncle Gus will do tomorrow? Oh, he'll win, of course. You think so? Can't miss. If you were a gambling man, I'd take you up on that. I'm sorry, Al. I don't bet. What kind of odds? Two to one. That's as good as you'll get at the track tomorrow and maybe better. You know, Al, I want to tell you something. You ought to be a little more careful with your dough. This Uncle Gus is a sure thing. Yeah, that's the way you feel. Go ahead, put your money in the bank, Al. Anyway, I couldn't bet if I wanted to. I haven't got to die. What difference does that make? You're working, aren't you? You can pay it every week. Al, you serious about this? Sure. I want to bet against your Uncle Gus. I'll put up plenty, too. Well, Al, I wouldn't do this only... Well, you know I'm sort of on my good behavior, and you know what I mean, and, well... Well, sure thing's a sure thing, I guess. Okay, it's a bet. The curtain falls on act two of Sing You Sinners with Bing Crosby, Ralph Bellamy, Elizabeth Patterson, and Jacqueline Wells. Mr. DeMille brings you act three in just a moment. Before our stars return, I want you to listen to a sound over the air and guess if you can what it is. You ready? Did you recognize that? Well, it was an elastic rubber band being stretched, then snapping back. Now, every woman in our audience would, I'm sure, like to stretch her budget, make her pennies and her dollars go further. Now, that's one reason for hurrying to your groceries tomorrow and buying some of the wonderful new quick luxe. New quick luxe is thrifty. It goes further than any of ten other leading soaps tested. Ounce for ounce gives more suds. Why is that? It's because new quick luxe is so rich and pure. It hasn't any fillers. It hasn't any alkaline builders. It's a fine, pure soap. All right, that's one way new quick luxe is thrifty. Another way... Why it helps keep all your washables new looking longer? Why take stocking? New quick luxe will cut down on runs. And undies. It removes perspiration completely but leaves the colors lovely. And sweaters and dresses. In fact, everything that's washable at all stays lovely looking longer when you use gentle luxe flakes. So stretch your close budget by doing this. Tomorrow, when you do your marketing, get a big box of this wonderful product. Your grocer now has new quick luxe. It's in the same familiar box. It costs no more. You'll like its speed, its safety, and its thrift. We pause now for station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. We continue with the third act of Sing You Sinners. The afternoon of the big race. Three minutes before the horses go to the post. Just outside the jockeys dressing room, the gambler Ringma waits for Mike. As the boy comes through the door, Ringma grabs him quickly. Just a second. Hello, Mr. Ringma. How do you feel, kid? Fine, fine. That other 300 bucks is waiting for him? Yes, sir. And you know what else is waiting for you if you try to get funny? Well, what do you mean? It'll be the last trick you ever try on or off a track. Remember that? Yes, sir. All right, now beat it. Yes, sir. Hey, boss, hey, boss. Well, Peter, did you get the bet down? Yeah, sure. I got the whole three grand covered at two to one. Nobody got wise. It was my money, huh? No. We get six grand and sucker money the minute Mr. Mike wins. Are you sure that jockey and Uncle Gus won't cross you? I'm scared to death. I don't want to pull anything smart. My jockey will take care of him. Let's go, piece. Hey, this is the only way to bet on the net. Two minutes. Everything OK, Mike? I guess so, Joe. Don't get excited. Just pretend it's a regular workout, see? Of course, don't get so wrapped up that you're going to forget and it's a race now. But you know, sort of, well, you know. Yeah, Joe, yeah, sure. What's the matter? Are you feeling funny? Oh, no. The only reason we want to win is the money, ain't it, Joe? We sure need the money, don't we? We need the money, all right, in more ways than one. How? How else do you mean? Well, I wasn't going to tell you because I didn't want to get you all upset, but I went out and bet our next ten weeks pay against $2,000 that we'd win it. You did? Oh, Joe, this is awful. Why? Oh, I know it's wrong, but I was only trying to do like you what we said. The sure thing, Joe, you know, the sure thing. What did you do? Well, the man that owns Mr. Bank has given me $400 to lose the race. What are you talking about? Oh, it's terrible, ain't it, Joe? Well, we needed the money, and like you said... Oh, quit telling me what I said. Oh, but lots of times... Shut up. Right is up. Come on, get up there. Look, Mike, lean down here a minute. Well, you know, I've done some wrong things myself. See, plenty of them, but what you've done is cheating. Can't you see that? I... I got mixed up, Joe. Oh, I know, Mike, but whatever we do, we can't do anything crooked. We mean too much to each other, this family and everything. See, if one of us gets in the jam, we're gonna hurt all of us. What have Mom found out, Mike? I... I see what you mean. I... I just didn't have it straight what you meant about the short thing. Yeah, I guess it's all my fault. Here I am trying to tell you what's wrong, and I'm out betting yours and Dave's share a 10-weeks' pay. Oh, that... that's not wrong. You were just trying to make money for all of us. Well, I wish you wouldn't feel that way about me, Mike, because I'm wrong lots of times, but I gave you this bad steer without meaning to it. Maybe it'd be better if you figured these things out for yourself, huh? Whatever you say is okay with me, Joe. All right, then. Let's go on out there and win this race, huh? But I already got that $100. Where is it? In my boot. I didn't know where else to hide it. Well, give it to me. I'll... I'll take care of this. Now, you do what I tell you. Go on out there and win this race. You'll stick with me, won't you? You'll stick with me if anything happens? You're darn tootin'. Oh, that's swell. You just watch me. We'll show you. Me and Uncle Scott. Everything, Joe. Oh, everything's great. Fine. Don't Mike look cute settin' up there all alone? That's fine. Uh, hey, Dave. What? Dave is liable to be troubled if our horse wins, or will he come round to barn after the race? Why? Well, Ringmer's payin' Mike $400 to lose the race to Mr. Bank, and I just told Mike to go on out and win it. Well, why in the world? Shh. Now, it's all my fault. He thought he was doin' what I'd do. He's just tryin' to get some money for us. Listen, what's so important about this race? Personally, it doesn't amount to a hill of beans, and we haven't got any bets. Or have we? Well, yes, Dave, we have. How much? Look, Dave, I hate to tell you this. How much? Well, 10 weeks salary. 10 weeks salary? Now, don't get sore. Don't get sore? How to break your neck? I know, Dave. I know. See, what are you two talking about? Uh, nothing, Mom. Nothing at all. We just... Oh! Uncle Gus is third on the outside by length and one-half. Sam Turry is fourth by two lengths and fair trial. Turning into the back stretch, Mr. Bank is front by half a length on the inside. Sandy Man on the outside is second by length and one-half. Hold it, Mike! Step back, kid! Hide him, Mike! Sandy Man on the outside is second by half a length. Uncle Gus is third between horses. Sam Turry is fourth, and Uncle Gus is moving up on the inside as Mr. Bank is front by length and one-half. Uncle Gus is second by length and Sandy Man is third. At the three-quarters, he's out to win. He's crossing, your boss. He better not. I tell you, he's trying to win. Uncle Gus is second! Shut up! He won't cross us if he does out. They're coming into the stretch. It's Mr. Bank in front by length and one-half. Uncle Gus is second by length and one-half. It's Mr. Bank and Uncle Gus, and they're driving hard. They're head and head. It's Mr. Bank and Uncle Gus. They're coming down to the finish now. You sure did all right, kid. Oh, I was scared, Joe. They shoved me into the rail, so I shoved my eyes. But I won, Joe, didn't I, huh? Oh, it was great work, Mike. Hey, hey, look. We got nothing to worry about, see? Just keep going. Hello, kid. Nice race. My brother's going to give you back your hundred. I'll take care of this, Mike. There you are, Mr. Ringler. This belongs to you, doesn't it? The next time you get some extra money, you'll have to find a better way to spend it. We don't go for that. Oh, yeah? That's right. I'm glad you like the race. Come on, Mike. Come back here, you. I'll leave that kid alone. Grab this guy, Pete. No, you don't. Hey, listen, Joe. Look out, Joe. Why you... Now, kid, I'm going to teach you... Let me go, let me go. Run, Mike, run. Hey, Dave, help. Shut up. Take him, Dave. All right, sucker, you. All right. Keep after him, Dave. I got him. You tend to your own cooking. I got this guy. Dave, Joe, look out. Go on. Get out of here. Beat it. I got to help. Let go of my... Oh, you bite me, wouldn't you? Oh, but, Mom, it's a bite. Can't you see? Oh, Dave. Dave, Joe. Are you winning? We ain't... Yes, mister. Yeah, yeah, I got enough. Let me alone. Okay, now. Go on. Boy, I guess we... We took him, all right? We sure... We sure did. We sure... Dave, go on. Get up. What do you want to go and do that for? Oh. We got to figure this out. We won $2,000 on the bet. That's right. 425 on the win. Uh-huh. And $37 that we saved up before. Yep. That's 7 and 5, 12, 6. 2,462 dollars. Yes. And you're still earning $100 a week with your music. Come on, all that's out. We're quitting tonight. But why? Well, Dave's pulling out to see if he can get set somewhere. I figured we'd take Uncle Gus East for the big races. We don't need music anymore. I see. Keep moving. That's the ticket. New faces. New places. Maybe buy another horse. Hi, Joe, and start a big time stable. Hey, that's not a bad idea. We'll be in that winner's circle in Kentucky one of these days, boy. Well, suit yourself. You're on your own now. It's a cinch. We're really going to town, huh? Oh, quit money, Joe. You haven't asked me what I'm going to do yet. What do you mean? Well, you're quitting your music, even though it pays you the best steady money you'll ever earn in your lives, just because you've had one lucky day. Dave's going one way and you're going another. Oh, but with you and Mike. Not with me. Huh? I'm telling you. I've raised the three of you, and I know you'll never amount to anything unless you stick together. Now what happens? David's trying to run away from himself just on account of a little trouble with Martha, and you're going hog-wild in the silly business that'll break you flatter than a pancake. What if Uncle Gus gets a stomach ache? What have you got then? Even Michael can't talk about anything but race tracks and horses and sure things. What's he going to grow up to be? Now, I mean it. If you boys walk out on your job, I'm walking out on this family. Oh, Mom, you're crazy. Thank you. Well, I don't mean you're crazy, but we know what we should do, Mom. All right. I'm leaving. Oh, but Mom... Mom, you shouldn't act like that. You need someone to take care of you. Oh, I can take care of myself. Don't worry. Oh, but listen... Maybe we can figure this thing out, Mom. Not the way you're figuring now. I'm going upstairs and packed. Well... See, I wonder what's come over her. She sure acts like she means business. Well, I guess there's only one thing to do. Telegram, miss. Sign here. Oh, thank you. Dear Martha, we are going to stay in Los Angeles singing. Please come back and marry the four of us. Love, Dave. I wouldn't take all the wealth of Wall Street for a road where nature troves and I calculate that I'm worth my way in golden rocks. Oh, lucky, lucky me. I can live in luxury because I've got a pocket full. Our stars return for their curtain calls. But now I raise the curtain for big news. The story of the most dramatic test ever made of dishwashing soaps. You see, we wanted to prove scientifically just how gentle and kind new quick blucks is to hands. So here's what we did. We made a unique test, a one-hand test with hundreds of women in a scientific laboratory under impartial conditions. Each one of these hundreds of women came to the laboratory and sat down at a table, on which there were two dish pans. One dish pan contained luck suds. The other contained suds from some other well-known soap. Now, the women themselves didn't know which was which. They put one hand in each dish pan, dipping them in and out of the suds just as you do when you wash dishes. They did this for 20 minutes three times a day, just about the time it takes you to wash dishes. Every day, experts checked on the condition of each woman's hand, noted whether the skin was dry, coarse, red, or whether it still retained its soft, smooth texture. I think it's safe to say that no more impartial test has ever been made of the effect of dishwashing soaps on the skin. Every condition was equal for each soap. Five leading soaps frequently used for washing dishes, including lucks, were tested. And here are the results. The difference between the lucks' hands and the hands placed in suds from other soaps was truly amazing. Scientists reported that in case after case, while the lucks' hand remained smooth and soft, the other hand looked red and rough. From women making the tests came words like these. I knew lucks was wonderfully gentle, but these tests proved to me that it's much kinder to the hands than the other soaps tested. New quick lucks for my dishes. From the scientists conducting the tests came this verdict. From these results, it's obvious that under comparable use conditions, it can be correctly claimed that lucks is milder than any other soap tested. Now you yourselves can prove this very same thing if you'll try new quick lucks for your dishes. You can avoid red, rough housework hands. Your hands can stay lovely, soft, white in spite of dishwashing. So change to new quick lucks for your dishes tomorrow. Here has it now, in the same familiar box, at no extra cost. It's so fast, so thrifty, and so marvelously kind to hands. Here's Mr. DeMille with our stars. The BB brothers restored to their original identities of Bing Crosby and Ralph Bellamy are back again at our microphone. And a red letter day for Bellamy, thanks to both of you. Well, DeMille and Crosby are always fixing to please, Ralph, but what have we done now? Well, in the movies I play in, the other guy gets the girl. In the radio theater I get the girl. It's the happiest day of my life. Here, here, now this can't go on. A villain for Bellamy next time he shows up, CB. Or he'll be floating off into the clouds. Bing, I've always thought we might have you play a villain sometime. Let me hear how menacing you can sound. Well, I'm going to give it to you straight, partner. Your number's up. Odd or even. Well, from here it looks like an even number one, CB. The radio editors of the United States and Canada have just voted the Lux Radio Theater the best dramatic program on the air in the annual poll conducted by Alton Cook of the New York World Telegram. Not much menace in that. No, I'm afraid you won't do as a villain, Bing. But I assure you that the staff of the Lux Radio Theater is grateful for this tribute from the radio editors. As reported by the hero who has just been voted, radio's leading popular singer by those same editors. What's the show next week, CB? Next Monday night, Bing. We're going to have Ginger Rogers and Joel McCrae in the RKO screen hit, Bachelor Mother. The plays a delightful story of a girl who finds a baby on a doorstep. It's an adventure that leads to romance for her and a gay and thrilling evening for us. That's Ginger Rogers and Joel McCrae and Bachelor Mother. Next Monday night. Well, you keep getting shows like that and you'll win all the polls there. So long, CB. Good night. Good night. Drop round and serenade us still again. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Flakes, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the Lux Radio Theater presents Ginger Rogers and Joel McCrae in Bachelor Mother. This is Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. Curd in tonight's play were Arthur Q. Bryan as Ringler, Blue Merrill as announcer, Emory Parnell as manager, Edward Marr as Pete, Jack Carr as filter, James Eagles as steward, and Frank Couglin Jr. as telegraph boy. Bing Crosby appeared by courtesy of the Kraft Cheese Company. His most recent picture was the star maker for Paramount and he has just completed Paramount's Road to Singapore in which he co-stars with Dorothy Lamour and Bob Hope. Ralph Bellamy recently finished the Columbia picture His Girl Friday and is now working at Paramount Studios in The Woman from Hell. Our music was directed by Louis Silvers and your announcer has been Melville Rui. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.