 The Jell-O program coming to you from Hollywood, California, starring Jack Benny with Mary Livingston, Phil Harris, Dennis Day, and yours truly, Don Wilson. The orchestra opens a program with Let's Have Another One. Whenever you wake up in the sun, shiny May morning, and get a sudden attack of wonderlust, you want to lock the car, pile the kids into the car, and drive off for a carefree day in the country. But there's supper time to think of. Well, here's one swell time-saving idea. Jell-O for dessert. For Jell-O is magically quick and easy to prepare. It dissolves instantly, sets quickly, and there's nothing to go wrong. Why you can get it ready before you leave in the morning? Pop it into the refrigerator, and there's a grand, colorful, delicious dessert waiting for you when you get home. But best of all, Jell-O looks so lovely and tastes so good that it dresses up the simplest meal. All six colors glow with beauty, from the deep rose red that reminds you of fresh strawberries, to the pale, shimmering gold of lemon. And all six flavors bring you delightful refreshments. For Jell-O is chucked full of extra-rich flavor that rivals the real ripe fruit itself. So ask your grocer tomorrow for Jell-O. Look for the big red letters on the box. They spell Jell-O. It happens to be visiting the coast. So without further ado, we take you to Jack Benny's home in Beverly Hills, where Jack is giving a dinner party in Mr. Mortimer's honor. Here we go. I look at you, and what do I do? We should watch what you're doing. I want this finished before Mr. Charles G. Mortimer gets here. I'm doing the best I can, boys. The best you can. You started to give me this haircut 40 minutes ago. You haven't even got the sides done. Well, when I get to Death Valley on top, I'll go faster. Oh, my hair isn't so thin. I may have one little ball spot up there about the size of a quarter. Take a look in this mirror, boys. Inflation is set in. Rochester, that tickles. What are you doing back there? Your collar's frayed. I'm trimming that, too. Never mind the collar. Just shave my neck and get this over with. That's probably Miss Livingston. Come in. Oh, hello, Mary. Well, what in the world is going on here? Rochester's giving me a haircut. Sit down and read that police gazette. I'll be with you in a minute. Mr. Charles G. Mortimer ought to be here soon. You're certainly putting on the dog for our sponsor. Flowers all over the house, the guards on every table. Well... I can't understand why you're so worried about your option. You'll probably renew it. Mary, I'm not worried about my option. I do as much for any guest. Well, I'll be darned. Look at that picture you got over the fireplace. What about it? It used to be September Morn, and now it's Mr. Mortimer. Now, wait a minute. That picture above my fireplace wasn't September Morn. It was Napoleon at Waterloo. Well, he had a gorgeous figure. Oh, stop. Rochester, be careful of that razor. Okay, where's the iodine, boys? Iodine? Did you cut me again? Rochester, did you cut me again? I'll just tighten your neck tight. I'll stop it. Never mind that. Put a bandaid on it. Hurry up. Gee, I hope Mr. Mortimer will find the house all right. How can he miss it? You've got a welcome mat that covers the whole front lawn. Well, I think the occasion warrants it. There you are. I'm all through. Now, wait a minute, Rochester. Don't cheat. I want some bay rum on my face. Not today, boss. Rochester, do as I tell you. Well, if I use the bay rum, what are we going to have for the cocktails? Have you been putting bay rum in my cocktails? Boss, rum is rum, no matter what's in front of it. I want those kind of cocktails today. Mary? Mary, how do I look? Let me see. Gee whiz, look how Rochester trimmed your sideburns. What's the matter with them? You look like Caesar Romero on one side and Waukegan Joe on the other. Oh, yeah? Well, Rochester, take that razor and make them both Waukegan. Okay. Heavens, I hope that isn't Mr. Mortimer already. Come in. Oh, hello, Don. Hello, Jack. How are you, Mary? Hello, Don. Have a seat, Mr. Wilson. There's nobody ahead of you. Now, cut that out. And listen, Rochester, after the party starts, if I catch you running around with your shoe-shining outfit, you're fired. But there's a payment due on my yacht. I don't care if there is. The idea of buying a yacht at $2 a week. That'll be 40 years before you own it. 43? I'm putting on a poop dick. I don't care what you're putting on. I won't have you annoying my guests. Gee, I wish Don and the rest of the gang would get here. Don's right here. You just said hello to him. Oh, yes. Sit down, Don. I mean, sit down, Don. He is sitting down. Oh, that's right. My goodness, Jack, but you're nervous today. I wouldn't worry about that option if I were you. Who's worried? Mr. Mortimer will sign you up. Don, that's not the reason I invited him over here. Who cares about my job? There are other things besides radio. Sure. With that haircut, you could bring back Waterville. No, stop with my haircut. Yeah, I hope Mr. Mortimer likes the dinner tonight. Oh, he'll like it, Jack. Don't worry. Yeah, I wish Don would get here. I'm here, Jack! Oh, oh, yeah, yeah. Say, Don, I want to be sure that Mr. Mortimer has a good time tonight. So after the party gets rolling, I wish you'd ask me to do my imitation of a trained seal. People scream whenever I do it at parties, you know? Oh, Jack, you're not going to bore your sponsor with that silly thing, are you? Silly? Well, that's the funniest bit I've done since I used to put a lampshade on my head and pretend I was drunk. Remember? Don't you do that trick anymore where you stab yourself with a rubber knife and then pour ketchup on your shirt? No, that kind of stuff is dated. I'll do my seal. Now, don't forget, Don, when I say... Pardon me, Mr. Benny. May I see you for a minute? Oh, oh, it's you, Mr. Nichols. This is my new cook, Mary, and a very good one, too. Now, what's on your mind, Mr. Nichols? I need some butter. Can I have the key for the icebox? Bad luck on your icebox. Mary, I have $48 worth of caviar in there. Oh, answer the phone, Mary. Okay. Come on, Mr. Nichols, I'll open the icebox for you. Hello? Yes? Oh, Mr. Mortimer? Mr. Mortimer, give me that phone. Hello? Hello, Mr. Mortimer? This is Jack Benny. What? Oh, yes. Is it later tomorrow or the next night? I've invited a whole gang that'll be awfully disappointed. What about my butter? Wait, we may not need it. Mr. Mortimer, we're all waiting for you, so do come over. You will? Mortimer, see you soon. You're always welcome at the Chateau Benny. Come on, Mr. Nichols. Gee, I wish Don would get here. What's in this great big kettle over here, Mr. Nichols? That's my laundry. Imagine doing her laundry and preparing dinner at the same time. Well, it's your own fault for getting a cook from Central Casting. I guess you're right. Well, come on, Mary. You forgot to lock the icebox. Oh, yes, thanks. That must be Phil. Answer the door, Rochester. I'm shaving Mr. Wilson. Never mind that. Answer the door. OK. Now, Mrs. Nichols, I'm leaving the dinner entirely in your hand, so do a good job. You could depend on me, kid. Oh, that's fine. Come along, Mary. Sure you don't want a shampoo, Mr. Wilson? Rochester. Cut out that stuff and set the table. What do you think this is, a barber shop? That ain't the North Pole in the front yard. Now go out there and take it down. I warned you about that before. Oh, hello, Dennis. Hello, Zeke. Where'd you get the haircut? I'm certainly surprised at you. Well, gee, you look funny. Oh, I do, eh? Just for that, young man, you're not going to get one bit of caviar tonight. Remember that. Oh, leave the kid alone, Jack. Why do you let Rochester cut your hair in the first place? Because he has nothing else to do. Oh, boss, come now. Oh, you don't work so hard. Instead of standing around here, go out in the kitchen and make a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Hors d'oeuvres? What do you mean? Make a ham sandwich and cut it in 40 pieces. Now get going. Okay. Barber, butler, chauffeur, gardener, and now I'm an hors d'oeuvres. Guy's always complaining when people are around. Throw his hair. Come in. Hiya, Jackson. Where's the punch bowl? Right over there and take it easy. Hey, what happened to your head? Nothing happened to my head. I just got a haircut. Well, that's one thing a man can't do himself. You ought to get a barber. Barber, but he didn't have his heart in it. Now, Phil, when our sponsor gets here, I want you to behave yourself and start pulling any of those corny cracks of yours. He won't like them. Can I tell the one about the old maid that set the bear trap? No. It's not a bit funny besides it has no point to it. Just keep quiet and we'll all be happy. Now, remember, fellas, I want everybody to be on their best... Yipe! Attention, everybody. I mean, sit down. I mean, answer the door, Rochester. Yes, sir. Now, remember what I told you, fellas. Now, smile, everybody. Pardon me. Does Jack Benny live here? Yes, sir. Ready? One, two. Four, he's a jolly good pal. Hey, Mr. Mortimer, come right in. Well, that was quite a reception you gave me. Did you hear that, fellas? That was quite a reception we gave him. You know everybody here, don't you, Mr. Mortimer? Oh, of course, of course. Glad to see you all. Oh, I'm glad to have you with us, Mr. Mortimer. Follow me to come, yeah. Well, this is great having you with us, Mr. Mortimer. I'm sorry I spoiled your evening at the theater. Well, that's all right, Jack. I'd much rather be here with you folks. After all, it's important that we get together once in a while. Don't you think? Oh, I think. I mean, I think so, Jack. Well, come into the living room, Mr. Mortimer. Thank you. Say, this is a lovely home you have here, Jack. I'm glad you like it. It's nearly paid for, too. About another year ought to do it. Thanks, Mr. Mortimer. No thanks. I never drink. That's not going to help any. I'll say. I mean, Mary, please. Jack, I can't get over what a lovely place you have here. Oh, it's simple, but it's homey. Well, I see you have my picture right above the fireplace. Yes, sir. Tomorrow it'll be in it. Well, not. You know, Mr. Mortimer, Mary always has to be the comedian. She never lets up. Yeah, she's a clever little girl. Incidentally, Miss Livingston, I want to tell you how much my wife and I enjoy you on the program. Well, thank you, Mr. Mortimer. And I'd like to wish you the best of luck on your presidential campaign. Oh, fine. Look, you're thinking of Gracie Allen, aren't you? Oh, yes. I'm terribly sorry, Miss Livingston. That's all right. Forget it. Anyone can make a mistake. I always say. Come, Mary. Shut up. Yes, sir. Hey, Charlie, come on over here and have some punch. Charlie. Thanks, Phil, but I never touch it. It's good stuff, Charlie. This is what you call Virginia punch. One drink, and you're real. Oh, Mr. Mortimer, he's very corny. No, on the contrary. I think Phil has a great sense of humor. Oh, he has. He has. And he's so sophisticated. You know, Mr. Mortimer, sometimes that filthy boy just has me in stitches. I can imagine. Hey, Charlie, did you hear the one about the old maid that put a bear trap under her bed and caught a bear? I mean, you tell that one. You know, Mr. Mortimer, he's a riot. He certainly is. Say, Jack. What? It's a boss like that kind of stuff you've got nothing to worry about. You know, Mr. Mortimer, Dennis, stop standing on your head. Nobody's looking at you. You know, Mr. Mortimer, Mr. Mortimer, you know, one thing about this gang, there's no jealousy or friction here. We've been one happy little family for six years. I mean, five years. I was thinking of next year. That's right, Mr. Mortimer. We do good. Have a good time together and really enjoy our work. Well, you always sound like it, too. And, Don, I want to compliment you especially on the way you handle the commercials on our show. Thank you, Mr. Mortimer. I realize their importance and how much they mean to our listeners. Oh, I don't know what we do without dear old Don. And none of you are on the subject, Jack. I'd like to tell you how good I think your shows have been this year. Oh, that's very kind of you. Of course, they could have been much funnier. Then why weren't they? I mean... I mean... I mean he mind him all. Mary. Will you have a cigar, Mr. Mortimer? No, thanks. I never smoke cigars. Well, then take one home for your wife. I mean... I mean... She doesn't smoke her meals. I know she doesn't. I'm a little mixed up, that's all. Well, I'd like to have a cigarette, though. Cigarette? Cigarette? Cigarette? Hi, Mr. Mortimer. Oh, Dennis. Yes, please. He's such a polite kid. Dennis, before we sit down at dinner, how about singing a song for Mr. Mortimer? Well, there's a party. I don't want to work. Now, Dennis... Oh, Jack, he doesn't have to sing if he doesn't want to. But he wants to. Well, Dennis, what's it gonna be? I'm gonna sing... Dennis! If that's not a picture of the same name, you're gonna get a good coffee. Now, go ahead. Have you a match, Jack? Match? Match? Match? Match? Oh, here's a box. Here's a... I like this cigarette for you. Just a second. Just a second. Stop shaking for heaven's sake. I'm not shaking. Here you are, Mr. Mortimer. There. Sing, Dennis. Sit right here, Mr. Mortimer. Oh, Don, come here a minute. Yes, Jack. Don't forget to ask me to do my plain seal later. Yes. I've been thinking it's so silly of you to stay at a hotel while you're in town. I have an extra room and you could just as well stay here at the house with me. Hey, Mary? Why not? He can afford it. I wouldn't think of charging Mr. Mortimer after all. He's my boss, and I hope he will be for a long time. Now, I think we ought to have a little more entertainment. Hey, Don? Hey, Don? A limitation of a train. A train? Yes. Get the deal. Get the ball, Rochester. That's the top to my... I'm going to do my seal act. Oh, well, don't bother about it, Jack. Some other time. Well, I ought to do something to entertain. Excuse me a minute. Of course. You know, Mr. Mortimer, Jack always tries to be a good host and entertain his guests. Yes, I noticed that, but he seems so nervous tonight. Oh, he's always that way. Oh, Mr. Mortimer! Make him off like I was drunk. Mr. Billingsley, our border. Good evening, Mr. Billingsley. Ah, good evening, Mr. Benny. Entertaining again, I see. Yes. Have you had dinner, Mr. Billingsley? No, thanks. I'm on the wagon. Dick! Good night! My handshade looks good. It does at that. Don't bother me now, please. Oh, Mr. Mortimer, the dining room's over here to your left. Yes, I see the boys digging in already. You know, Mr. Mortimer, I have something I want to talk over with you, but I feel that the home is no place to discuss business. I definitely agree with you. Oh. Dead end. Well, here we are. You sit right there at the head of the table, Mr. Mortimer. Yes, that's it. Oh, Rochester! Yes, boss? You set the table beautifully, but this is a special occasion. Where's the hand-painted china? You fired him! I don't mean our old cook. Oh, do have some caviar, Mr. Mortimer. Don, pass him that big bowl of caviar, will you? Surely. Here you are, sir. I thank you, but I never eat it. Oh. Well, take it away, don't, Mr. Mortimer finds it offensive. Oh, I don't find it offensive, Jack. I just don't eat it. All right. I eat hardy, everybody. I hope you like pheasant, Mr. Mortimer. Oh, that's one of my favorite dishes. Gee, it's hot in here. Well, Dennis, take your elbow out of Mary's soup. Now come on, everybody, dig in. Eat, drink, and be merry. Oh, I'm glad you're all enjoying the dinner. Pass me the asparagus, Don. Here you are. See, Jack, is everything going to be straightened out about next season? Not yet, Don. This is strictly a social gathering. Well, elucin your belts, everybody. There's still plenty to eat. Will you have some more option, Mr. Mortimer? I need some more asparagus. Help yourself. No, thanks, Dick. I have plenty right here. Pretty good food, eh, Morty? Morty. Morty folks is right here for us. Mr. Betty, would you please pass me the mashed potatoes? Why, yes, I'll... Mrs. Nick, this is in the kitchen. What if you are, and I'll get back there? I'll go with it. You sit down. I'm sorry, Mr. Mortimer, but our cook is new here, and I had to straighten her out. My name is your Jeffrey today, Jack. I've never seen you act this way before. Well, I... I haven't been feeling very well. Now, here's the whole thing, Charlie. Jack's worried about Nick. Phil, I'll handle it. You just mind your own business. Oh, yes, that reminds me. Say, Jack... Yes, please? I mean, what is it? What is it, Mr. Mortimer? There is something I want to discuss with you, as soon as we get through eating. There is? Good, eh? I mean, good. Well, first, we'll have our dessert, and then we'll go into the other room. O'Rochet to bring in the coffee and the apple pie. Okay, boss. Apple pie. What's the matter? Apple pie for dessert. Why, what's the...? It's not for anybody. But I can understand it, Mr. Mortimer. We always serve America's favorite jellyfish dessert in this household. Why, there isn't a dampening and economical jello in one of its six delicious flavors. And believe me, Mr. Mortimer, I've letters on the box. Well, I'm glad to hear you say that, Jack, because it's nice to know that I'll be working for me again next year. Next year? Well, thanks, Mr. Mortimer. But wait a minute. How do you know I'm available? If you'd like to add to your reputation as a clever dessert maker, here's something you ought to know about. It's a perfectly swell maytime dessert, cheerful as sunshine, delicious as fresh, cool spring water. It's a jello dessert, layered cherries and bananas made with jello in any of its three red colors. It's easy to make, and here's what you do. Dissolve one package of your red jello in one pint of hot water. Then seed and cut into halves one cup of canned white cherries. Arrange them on the bottom of a mold and pour the shimmering red jello over the cherries. Slice one banana over the top and chill until firm, and there's a real prize-winning dessert. Rich red jello glowing with vivid color, crisp white cherries held firmly inside, creamy bananas sliced for the final touch and all combined in a gay mold of tempting beauty. So tomorrow, ask your grocer for jello in one of those bright red colors, then try this swell new dessert. Layered cherries and bananas made with jello. The last number of the 34th program in the current jello series, and we'll be with you again next Sunday night at the same time. See, Mary, wasn't it nice of Mr. Mortimer to sign us up for next season? Yes, why don't you celebrate and put the lampshade on again? I think I will. Oh, Mr. Mortimer! Yippee! Good night, folks. The part of Mr. Charles G. Mortimer was played tonight by Russell Higgs. He showed a listen to the Allridge family heard in most communities every Tuesday night. And talk to your local newspaper or radio guide for the day and exact time of the Allridge family. This is the National Broadcasting Company.