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The Bet

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The Bet

Feb 03 1946



CAST:

SINGERS

ANNOUNCER, Del Sharbut

HOST, Allan Jones, actor-singer

BORIS KARLOFF, actor

FRANK MORGAN, actor-comedian

ROY ROGERS, singing King of the Cowboys

JANET BLAIR, actress-singer

WOMAN, who screams (1 line)




SINGERS: (A CAPPELLA) Campbell's Soup on your shelf is like a part-time cook in your kitchen!


MUSIC: JAUNTY OPENING FANFARE


ANNOUNCER: The makers of Campbell's Soups bring you Request Performance! 


SOUND: APPLAUSE AND WHISTLING


MUSIC: INTRODUCTION ("HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD") ... THEN OUT BEHIND--


ANNOUNCER: This is the program where the stars you request do the things you request. Tonight, we bring you one of the most unusual star combinations in radio history: Frank Morgan, Roy Rogers, Janet Blair, Boris Karloff, and as master of the mailbag tonight, a young man whose voice has thrilled millions on the screen, on the concert stage, and on the air: Allan Jones!


SOUND: APPLAUSE


MUSIC: LIVELY (HERBERT STOTHART & RUDOLF FRIML'S "THE DONKEY SERENADE") ... BEHIND ALAN--


ALLAN: (SINGS)

There's a song in the air, 

But the fair señorita doesn't seem to care

For the song in the air! 

(SPEAKS)

You're going to hear a lot of songs in the air tonight on this Request Performance: from the beautiful Janet Blair; from America's King of the Cowboys, Roy Rogers; and from Leith Stevens and his orchestra. We can expect a full court of laughs from the irrepressible MGM star Frank Morgan, and to get your spine ready for a few chills by the screen's greatest star of horror pictures.


BORIS: Oh, Allan, don't tell me I'm going to have to scare people again.


ALLAN: It's Boris Karloff!


SOUND: APPLAUSE AND WHISTLING


BORIS: (DRY) Thank you, Van Johnson fans. ... Hello, Allan. You're looking very well tonight -- for a human being. ...


ALLAN: Thank you, Boris. You know, we've got a lot of letters here at Request Performance asking you--


BORIS: (INTERRUPTS) Don't say it; I know. They want me to be horrible. Night after night, all I do is frighten people -- and I always hate myself in the morning. ... Everybody thinks of me as Frankenstein's monster. Nobody loves me. Nobody laughs at me. If only someone would laugh at me.


WOMAN: (THREE BROKEN, HIGH-PITCHED LAUGHS THAT SOUND ALMOST LIKE SCREAMS) ...


BORIS: (BEAT, DRY) Thank you, Mrs. Lugosi. ...


ALLAN: Boris, do you mean you want to reconvert?


BORIS: Yes, I'm tired of being that gloomy, weird character I always play. I fancy myself more as the, uh, as the gay jokester. ...


ALLAN: I see. You want to be a witty and charming individual who immediately captivates everyone he meets.


FRANK: Someone talking about me?!


ALLAN: Frank Morgan!


SOUND: APPLAUSE


FRANK: Hello, Allan. Who, uh, who's your lugubrious friend with the weasel eyes? ...


BORIS: It's me, Frank.


FRANK: Oh, it's you, Frank. ...


BORIS: No, no, Frank. You remember me.


FRANK: Well, I can't quite place the face. But the embalming job is familiar. ...


ALLAN: Oh, cut it out, Frank. You know very well who this is.


FRANK: Well now, let me see. You're not one of the Harvey girls. ... I've got it! You're what they lost in "The Lost Weekend"! ...


ALLAN: Haven't you boys ever met? Frank, this is Boris Karloff.


FRANK: Boris--? (BLOODCURDLING SCREAM) ...


BORIS: See what I mean? I do that to everybody.


ALLAN: Frank, Boris has a little problem. He'd like to change the character he's been playing and become a comedian.


FRANK: Ah-- Oh, murder! ...


BORIS: Please! Please, don't say that word. Frank, I've always admired your wonderful sense of humor and your delightfully effervescent manner.


FRANK: Ah! (CHUCKLES) Well now, there's a charming fellow! ... Of course, you realize that the puckish qualities of which you speak are but natural attributes of the Morgan personality.


ALLAN: Oh, brother. 


FRANK: Keep Ralph out of this. ... Only the other day I was a guest at a rather exclusive gathering. Immediately upon entering the room, I exemplified the best features of extemporaneous humor coupled with sanguinary juxtaposition of overhanging quadriceps. (SNORTS) ... Well, that's - that's what it says here. ... I was immediately greeted with gales of spontaneous laughter.


ALLAN: Frank, what does all that mean?


FRANK: I forgot my pants. ...


BORIS: You should have left 'em home tonight.


FRANK: Stop ad-libbing, you monster.


BORIS: Now, Frank, tell me frankly. Do you think I can make a go of it as a radio comedian?


FRANK: Well, that's hard to tell. I've never heard you work.


BORIS: Listen to me tell a funny joke.


FRANK: (QUIETLY) Oh, no! ... Funny? Ehhhh-- You're a brave one. Go ahead, Karloff!


BORIS: Well, it seems one fellow asked another chap--


FRANK: Yeah?


BORIS: --"Where were you born?" 


FRANK: Yeah?


BORIS: And the other replied, "In Brooklyn."


FRANK: Brooklyn? Ehhh-- (FORCED LAUGH) ... That's very good, Karloff. You told it well, too! ...


BORIS: But, Frank--


FRANK: Never heard that one before! Must remember it!


BORIS: Frank, I'm not finished!


FRANK: That's what you think! ...


BORIS: You see, these two men met in Brooklyn--


FRANK: Yeah, we're sure of that. (CHANGES THE SUBJECT) I met a charming little parlor maid in Brooklyn once; lived on Kosciuszko Street. She had a--


BORIS: Frank, you don't understand--


FRANK: Yeah. Neither did her husband! ...


BORIS: Anyway, one fellow said to the other man--


FRANK: Yeah?


BORIS: --"Any big people born in Brooklyn?" 


FRANK: Huh.


BORIS: And the other answered, "No. Only babies." ... (APPLAUSE FOR THE JOKE)


FRANK: Well, go ahead, Karloff, finish your story. ...


BORIS: That's a joke, son! ... "Only babies."


FRANK: Yes, you keep that up, Karloff, and you'll become another Red Skel-e-ton.


BORIS: Do you really think so?


FRANK: You'll kill the people. They'll split their sides. They'll laugh their heads off. You'll knock 'em dead!


BORIS: (DISAPPOINTED) I'm right back where I started. ...


FRANK: (MOVING OFF) Excuse me, folks, I gotta go out and see a Peter Lorre picture.


SOUND: APPLAUSE FOR FRANK'S EXIT


BORIS: Allan, I'm not getting anywhere.


ALLAN: I've got an idea, Boris. Have you ever been out west to the cowboy country?


BORIS: Mmm, I saw a movie about it once.


ALLAN: Then you undoubtedly saw America's King of the Cowboys -- that sweet-singin' star of Western pictures, Roy Rogers!


SOUND: APPLAUSE AND WHISTLES FOR ROY


ROY ROGERS: Well, howdy, everybody. Hello, Allan. Say, who's that tough-looking hombre over there? Don't tell me you've got trouble with rustlers on Request Performance.


BORIS: I'm not a rustler. It's just my script shaking. I'm scared to death of microphones.


ALLAN: Roy, I want you to meet Boris Karloff. 


ROY: Boris--? (BLOODCURDLING SCREAM) ...


BORIS: Oh, fudge! I get so tired of scaring people.


ROY: Well, Mr. Karloff, you've been livin' in cobwebs too long. Why don't you try bein' a singin' cowboy out in the wide-open spaces?


BORIS: Do you think I could?


ROY: Sure. I'll give you a little coaching. Uh, let's strike up a real old western song. How about, uh, "Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie"?


BORIS: No, no! ...


ROY: Well now, don't champ at your bits--


BORIS: Not "bury"!


ROY: Don't champ at your bits like that, partner. How about this one?


MUSIC: BRISK GUITAR ACCOMPANIMENT BRIEFLY BEHIND--


ROY: (SINGS BRIGHTLY) 

I'm an old cowhand

From the Rio Grande--

(SPEAKS)

There now, Karloff, you take my guitar and see what you can do to that tune.


MUSIC: SLOW GUITAR ACCOMPANIMENT BEHIND--


BORIS: (SINGS GLOOMILY)

I'm an old cowhand

By the Rio Grande-- ...


ROY: No, no, whoa, Karloff. Allan, this fellow's a hopeless case.


ALLAN: I've got one more idea, Roy. I think a beautiful woman might bring out the softer side of Boris Karloff. Maybe he's really a Charles Boyer in werewolf's clothing. Why don't you try being a romantic young juvenile, Boris?


BORIS: Me?


ALLAN: Yeah, I'll give you some pointers on lovemaking and let's see how you do.


BORIS: With whom?


ALLAN: With one of Hollywood's fairest young ladies -- the star of "Tonight and Every Night" and many other screen hits -- Janet Blair!


SOUND: APPLAUSE AND A WOLF WHISTLE FOR JANET


JANET: Hello, Allan. (WARMLY) Why, Boris Karloff. How are you? Gosh, I've been wanting to meet you so badly--


BORIS: (BLOODCURDLING SCREAM) ...


JANET: Oh, for heaven's sakes, what's the matter, Boris? Is there something about me that seems strange to you?


BORIS: (INCREDULOUS) You're - you're alive! ...


ALLAN: Now, here's what you do, Boris. You sit down beside Janet on the loveseat, like this.


BORIS: Yes?


ALLAN: And you put your arm around her, like this.


BORIS: Yes?


ALLAN: And you sing her a love song, like this.


MUSIC: RODGERS & HAMMERSTEIN'S "THAT'S FOR ME" ... ACCOMPANIES ALAN AND JANET'S DUET--


ALLAN: I saw you standing in the sun--


JANET: And you were something to see--


ALLAN: I know what I like--


JANET: And I liked what I saw--


ALLAN: And I said to myself--


ALAN & JANET: That's for me!


MUSIC: OUT AS SONG ENDS


JANET: There now, Boris. You get the idea?


BORIS: Oh, sure, I know all about this sort of thing. I did it in my last picture, "Frankenstein and the Batwoman." ...


JANET: Why, Boris, what did you do?


BORIS: I sat down beside the batwoman on an old mummy case, like this.


JANET: Yes?


BORIS: And I took her claw in mine, like this.


JANET: Yes?


BORIS: And I sang her a love song, like this.


MUSIC: "THAT'S FOR ME" ... ACCOMPANIES BORIS--


BORIS: (SINGS)

I saw you hanging in the air ... 

And you were ghastly to see. ...

I know what I hate, 

I despised what I saw, 

And I said to myself,

BATS -- for me! 


MUSIC: UP AND OUT


SOUND: APPLAUSE AND WHISTLES


ANNOUNCER: Say, Allan, uh, I've been listening to this reconversion of Karloff, and do you know, I've got a great angle for him. Do you think he'd like to be a commercial announcer?


BORIS: I'm dying to be!


ANNOUNCER: Well, all right, Mr. Karloff. You stand there and read this when I point to you.


BORIS: (EAGERLY) Now?


ANNOUNCER: Not yet, Mr. Karloff. If you agree with me that there's just nothing takes the place of good home cooking, then let me tell you, Campbell's Vegetable Soup is just your dish, because Campbell's make it the good home way, with all the scrupulous care of the very fussiest housewife.


BORIS: (IMPATIENTLY) Now?


ANNOUNCER: Not yet, Mr. Karloff. They select their vegetables critically, scrub and peel and dice them carefully, and then cook them "just so" to add all their goodness to the full-flavored beef stock. No wonder women tell us this soup tastes every bit as delicious as their own home kitchen kind. Yes, and what's more, the stock is so hearty and so chock full of choice vegetables, these same good home cooks look upon Campbell's Vegetable Soup as almost a meal in itself.


BORIS: Do I say it now?


ANNOUNCER: In just a second, Mr. Karloff. Now, you know, that would be a mighty swell idea: to build lunch or supper tomorrow around big plates of Campbell's Vegetable Soup. Take it, Karloff.


BORIS: (OMINOUSLY, LIKE  FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER) Mmmmmm. ... Goooood. ...


ANNOUNCER: Why, that's wonderful, Boris. You were great! There's - there's only one more thing I want you to remember--


BORIS: What's that, Del?


ANNOUNCER: "Campbell's Soups on your shelf--"


BORIS: (INTERRUPTS) I know! "--is like a part-time cook in your kitchen."


SOUND: APPLAUSE


MUSIC: CURTAIN ... "HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD" ... THEN BEHIND--


ALLAN: Request Performance serves up the answer to letters asking for songs by Janet Blair. For John Rivers of Charleston, South Carolina, Maureen Kelly of Brooklyn, New York, and for the Royal Pursuit Club of Atlanta, Georgia, here's Janet!


MUSIC: (JULE STYNE & SAMMY CAHN'S "I'M GLAD I WAITED FOR YOU") UP, TO ACCOMPANY JANET--


JANET: Thanks for your letters, gang. Here's a song from my new Columbia picture, "Tars and Spars."

(SINGS)

I'm glad I waited for you. 

I'm glad my heart waited, too. 


Yes, there were one or two I used to date with,

But they always knew I used them to wait with. 


I'm glad I waited for you. 

I'm glad my heart waited, too. 


That favorite dream of mine has just come true. 

I'm glad I waited for you. 


(BRIEF INSTRUMENTAL BREAK) 


That favorite dream of mine has just come true. 

I'm glad I waited for you. 


MUSIC: SONG ENDS


SOUND: APPLAUSE AND WHISTLING


ALLAN: That was swell, Janet. Hundreds of Request Performance letters have asked to hear Frank Morgan, the serious actor, so here's tonight's "scenario in a nutshell." And whether Mr. Karloff wants to be reconverted or not, you've asked for Boris Karloff, the serious actor, too. Bring up the curtain, Del.


MUSIC: DRAMATIC FANFARE ... THEN BEHIND--


ANNOUNCER: Campbell's Soups bring you Frank Morgan and Boris Karloff in a Request Performance short-short thriller: Anton Chekhov's famous story "The Bet."


MUSIC: UP, FOR AN ACCENT ... THEN IN BG


ANNOUNCER: Czarist Russia, in the middle of the last century. 


BORIS: (NARRATES) Fifteen years ago tonight, we made the bet. I was rich then, very rich. He was an attorney, not too prosperous. It all began at a party here at my home. We were having the usual after-dinner discussion.


MUSIC: HAS CHANGED TO DINNER MUSIC ... IN BG


FRANK: In my time, gentlemen, I've defended a great many prisoners at the bar, and it is my conviction that it is far better to live in prison than die on the gallows.


MUSIC: GENTLY OUT BEHIND--


BORIS: I can't agree with that. Tell me, who is the more humane executioner -- one who kills you in a few seconds, or one who drains the life out of you incessantly for years?


FRANK: It's better to live in prison than not to live at all.


BORIS: That's not true. I bet you two million rubles you wouldn't remain in a cell for even five years.


FRANK: If you mean that seriously, then I'll bet I could stay not five, but fifteen.


BORIS: Fifteen?! It's a bet. Gentlemen, I stake two million rubles.


FRANK: And I stake my freedom.


BORIS: You're perfectly serious?


FRANK: Absolutely.


BORIS: (AMUSED) I'll give you one more chance to get out of this. I can afford to lose the money, but you stand to lose three or four of the best years of your life. (CHUCKLE) You'll never stick it out any longer.


FRANK: (WITH FINALITY) The bet has been made.


MUSIC: ACCENT/BRIDGE ... THEN IN BG


FRANK: I will remain here from midnight tonight until midnight of fifteen years from tonight, with only food and books. If I escape -- if only for two minutes before the time -- you'll be free from the obligation to pay me the two million rubles.


BORIS: Agreed.


MUSIC: GENTLY OUT


FRANK: I'm ready now. You may lock me in the hut.


MUSIC: ACCENT ... THEN IN BG


FRANK: (NARRATES) The first year in prison is very lonely. I reject wine and tobacco: It's not good to drink wine alone; tobacco spoils the air. I read: love stories, crime stories, comedies.


MUSIC: ACCENT ... THEN IN BG


FRANK: (NARRATES) In the second year, the classics, the great thoughts of the great thinkers: Milton, Shakespeare, Dante. 


MUSIC: ACCENT ... THEN IN BG


FRANK: (NARRATES) The fifth year: wine, much wine. I write. I tear it up. I weep. I yawn. I ache to walk a long distance. 


MUSIC: ACCENT ... THEN IN BG


FRANK: (NARRATES) But in the second half of the sixth year, I begin to study: languages, philosophy, history. In four years, six hundred books.


SOUND: SCRIBBLE OF PEN ON PAPER


FRANK: (AS HE WRITES) "My dear jailer, I am writing these lines to you in seven different languages. Show them to the experts. They'll not find a single mistake."


MUSIC: ACCENT ... THEN IN BG


FRANK: (NARRATES) After the tenth year, one book -- one book alone: the Bible.


MUSIC: ACCENT ... THEN IN BG


FRANK: (NARRATES) And now in the last two years of my confinement, all kinds of books: science, medicine, a novel, Byron. Anything and everything. And all of it here, inside my head. All of it.


MUSIC: ACCENT ... UP AND OUT


BORIS: (NARRATES, UNHAPPILY) Fifteen years ago tonight, we made the bet. It is five minutes until midnight. In five minutes, he will be free and I will be ruined. Fifteen years ago, two million rubles meant nothing to me. But now -- I shall be bankrupt. 


MUSIC: ACCENT ... THEN IN BG


BORIS: (NARRATES) There's only one escape: the man must die. A gun. 


SOUND: CLICK! OF GUN OPENED


BORIS: (NARRATES) Loaded. 


SOUND: CLICK! OF GUN CLOSED


BORIS: (NARRATES) It's a windy night, lonely in the garden. No one will hear.


MUSIC: GENTLY OUT


SOUND: EERIE WIND BLOWS ... FOOTSTEPS APPROACH, THEN STOP


MUSIC: ACCENT ... THEN IN BG


BORIS: What's this? A note, tacked to the door of the hut -- in his words, in his handwriting.


FRANK: (READS) "My dear jailer. At midnight, I will be free. For fifteen years, I have studied. For fifteen years, I have lived in your books. Without leaving this hut, I climbed the summit of Mont Blanc, saw from there how the sun rose in the morning and in the evening made the ridges purple-gold. Without leaving this hut, I saw green forests, fields, rivers, lakes, cities. I worked miracles, preached new religions, conquered whole countries. Your books gave me wisdom. Having that wisdom, I no longer want or need the two million rubles I once dreamed of as paradise, and which I now despise. That I may deprive myself of my right to that money, I shall escape from this hut five minutes before the stipulated time."


MUSIC: UP AND OUT


SOUND: HUT DOOR OPENS


BORIS: Gone. He's gone! (LAUGHS WITH DELIGHT) He lost the bet! He lost! (PAUSE, DEADLY SERIOUS) Or did he? 


MUSIC: CURTAIN


SOUND: APPLAUSE AND WHISTLING


ALLAN: Thank you, Frank Morgan and Boris Karloff. That was an unforgettable story. Now Request Performance fulfills the wish of a listener in Bay City, Michigan. Miss Alice Vean wants a trip to the biggest state in the union on the arm of the most famous movie cowboy of them all, Roy Rogers. Texas, here we come!


MUSIC: ("GONNA BUILD A BIG FENCE AROUND TEXAS" BY CLIFF FRIEND, KATHERINE PHILLIPS, & GEORGE OLSEN) ACCOMPANIES ROY--


ROY: (SINGS) 

Gonna build a big fence around Texas, 

Around Texas, way 'round Texas! 

I'm gonna build a big fence around Texas 

So they can't steal my baby away. 


She's the lovin'est baby 'round Texas, 

Around Texas, way 'round Texas! 

And the fellas all know it in Texas.

That's the reason I worry each day.


She's got that Texas sunshine in her smile.

Thrills the cowboys, kills the cowboys.

She's got those Lone Star moonbeams in her eyes.

See what I'm up against?

My troubles have just commenced.


I'm gonna build a big fence around Texas, 

Around Texas, around Texas! 

Gonna build a big fence around Texas 

So they can't steal my baby away.


Loo-hoo-tee! Loo-hoo-tee!

Fetch that lumber, pile it high.

I'm gonna build it to the sky.

Loo-hoo-tee! Loo-hoo-tee!

Big job to do, I know.

But she's mighty sweet and so--


I'm gonna build a big fence around Texas, 

Around Texas, around Texas! 

Gonna build a big fence around Texas 

So they can't steal my baby away!


MUSIC: SONG ENDS


SOUND: APPLAUSE AND WHISTLING


FRANK: (BROAD WESTERN ACCENT) Hey, that wasn't bad singin' -- for a city slicker. (CLEARS THROAT)


ROY: Well, thank you, partner. But, uh, who are you?


FRANK: Grubstake Morgan, sir, of the old panhandling Morgans. ...


ROY: Oh. You from Texas?


FRANK: Why, shore. Had myself a fifty-thousand-acre ranch down San Antonio way.


ROY: Mighty pretty country down that-a-way, mighty pretty!


FRANK: Watch your language, son! You been seein' too many western pictures. ... Yes, sir. Had myself a big ranch with up'ards a hundred thousand head of cattle.


ROY: A hundred thousand head?


FRANK: Yup. The other ends, too. ... That's a lot of bull! ...


ROY: Well, you don't sound like much of a Westerner to me.


FRANK: Careful, son! In my youth I was known as the Errol Flynn of Death Valley. ... (ASIDE) I was a shade more virile in those days. ...


ROY: Well, you don't sound like much of a Westerner to me.


FRANK: Don't say that now, son! In the old days, with the Pony Express, I rode the most dangerous route in the whole panhandle. Was in the saddle day and night. Was so dangerous, I always had two armed scouts ridin' ahead of me, to guard me against Indians.


ROY: Uh, what did you use to protect your rear?


FRANK: Dr. Scholl's foot pads. ...


ROY: Well, you don't sound like much of a Westerner to me.


FRANK: Better be careful, son! You keep on like that and the same thing'll happen to you that happened to Cactus Face McGurk!


ROY: What happened to him?


FRANK: I went into a saloon one day and he insulted my gal. I said, "Look, Cactus, I'm warnin' ya, this town ain't big enough for both of us. One of us'll have to clear out in twenty-four hours!"


ROY: Why twenty-four hours?


FRANK: Well, I had a lot of bags to pack. ... Sure broke my heart to leave the fair state of Texas.


ALLAN: Now just a minute, Frank. Janet and I have been to Texas and we don't understand why Texans always brag about it.


JANET: Yes, Frank. After all, it's not the only state in the Union.


FRANK: What?! You mean to say that you think Texas is only sensational?!


JANET: Well, isn't that enough?


FRANK: Ma'am, you have besmirched the fair name of the Lone Star State. Come on, Rogers, let's ride these varmints out of town on a rail. Let's ride 'em out on Frank Sinatra. ...


ALLAN: Just a minute, sheriff, we really love Texas.


FRANK: Shoot 'em full of holes if-- (DOUBLE TAKE) What? You do?


ROY: Oh, I knew you were just joshin', folks. Let's have a round of toasts to Texas.


FRANK: Great, Roy! All of you sing 'em, and -- I'll drink 'em!


MUSIC: FOR A MEDLEY OF TEXAS SONGS ("HOME ON THE RANGE," ISHAM JONES & GUS KAHN'S "ON THE ALAMO," AND TIM SPENCER'S "TEXAS, U.S.A.") TO ACCOMPANY ALAN, JANET, AND ROY--


ALLAN: (SINGS OPERATICALLY) 

Home, home on the range,

Where the deer and the antelope play--


JANET: (SINGS SWINGINGLY) 

Where the moon swings low on the Alamo

In a garden fair where roses grew

In the tender light of a summer night,

I can see her wander to and fro--


ROY: (SINGS WESTERNLY) 

If you like wide open spaces,

Let me tell you where the place is.

Head out--


SINGERS: Head out!


ROY: --for Texas, U.S.A.

If you like bluebonnets bloomin'

And a state where there's some room in,

Head out--


SINGERS: Head out!


ROY: --for Texas, U.S.A.

If you come from California,

Kokomo or Hackensack,

Let me warn you all 

You only never go back.


If you like real Southern cookin'

And your women all good-lookin',

Head out--


SINGERS: Which way?!


ROY: --for Texas, U.S.A.


ALLAN: (SINGS OPERATICALLY) 

Home, home on the range,

Where the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day!


MUSIC: MEDLEY ENDS


SOUND: APPLAUSE


ALLAN: We're back in Hollywood just long enough to hear what Del Sharbut has to say about the most important room in your house: your kitchen.


ANNOUNCER: Well, tomorrow evening at your house, how about a supper that starts with steaming plates of Campbell's Vegetable Soup? Matter of fact, you don't need a great deal else for a tempting and satisfying meal. For this is the soup, you know, that's so deep-down hearty. Mothers everywhere say it's almost a meal in itself, and if you could see the good things that go into it, you'd surely agree. First, there's the hearty beef stock, so full-flavored that every spoonful brims with good beef taste. Then fifteen different kinds of vegetables, all so tender and luscious they might have been picked right out of your own garden -- tomatoes, green peas, lima beans, sweet golden corn, and all your other old favorites -- to add to the hearty eating of this delicious soup. Mmm, good! You bet! If you'd like to do right by the family come suppertime tomorrow, just ladle out big plates of Campbell's Vegetable Soup. Campbell's Soup on your shelf is like a part-time cook in your kitchen!


MUSIC: BRIDGE ... "HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD" ... THEN IN BG


ALLAN: Next week, Request Performance answers your letters by bringing you Red Skelton, Spike Jones and his City Slickers, Sir Aubrey Smith, and Lina Romay. And you'll want to hear Sir Aubrey play the washboard in Spike Jones' orchestra. Right now it's goodnight from Frank Morgan, Roy Rogers, Janet Blair, Boris Karloff, and your host in Hollywood tonight, Allan Jones. So long, everybody!


SOUND: APPLAUSE


MUSIC: FOR JINGLE--


SINGERS:

Mmm mmm, good

Mmm mmm, good

That's what Campbell's Soups are, 

Mmm mmm, good!


MUSIC: CONTINUES IN BG


ANNOUNCER: Every week Campbell's Soups bring you two big shows from Hollywood: The Jack Carson Show on Wednesday and on Sunday, Request Performance. Request Performance is produced by the Masquers Club of Hollywood and is directed by William N. Robson. Remember, you're the boss on these Request Performance broadcasts. Your letters -- addressed to Campbell's Soups, Hollywood -- pick the performers and tell them what to do. So how about writing Request Performance tonight and tell us what you want to hear from Hollywood?! Next Sunday in Campbell Soup's Request Performance: Red Skelton, Spike Jones and his City Slickers, Sir Aubrey Smith, and Lina Romay.


SINGERS:

Mmm mmm, good

Mmm mmm, good

That's what Campbell's Soups are, 

Mmm mmm, good!


MUSIC: JINGLE ENDS


SOUND: APPLAUSE


MUSIC: BRIDGE ... "HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD" ... THEN IN BG, UNTIL END


ANNOUNCER: Roy Rogers may currently be seen in the Republic picture "Along the Navajo Trail." This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.


SOUND: APPLAUSE, UNTIL END



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