Song - Tara Talara

Dennis Day, be Benadaret and yours truly Vern Smith in cooperation with the National Safety Council, bring you an unsafe day in the life of Dennis Day. Mrs. Anderson, Dennis Day's mother-in-law to be, can complain loud and long when she encounters a situation that doesn't please her.

The other day she was telling Dennis, If you weren't so stupid, you wouldn't dare to come in here interrupting me in the midst of my vocal exercises. Well if I didn't interrupt your vocal exercises I would never get a word in edgewise.

All I wanted is- The cleaner called to say he'd torn my new recital dress. My voice teacher claims he's been in this pose for three weeks. My husband Herban insults my artistry by stuffing cotton in his ears.

And now you! You! Well I was just gonna tell you that you can't sing hand-holding music and be flat. I suppose you would sing it in a flat. Sure. Here's how it would sound. That was swell, Dennis.

Did Mrs. Anderson have any more trouble that day? No, but there was plenty of bad news from a certain highway intersection and from a hospital in a nearby town and from the home of one of our neighbors.

My neighbor had the right of way, all right, but he was driving through an intersection of fifty miles per hour when the sign clearly said, slow. He couldn't stop or swerve in time when another driver hugged his right of way.

I feel sorry for him, Vernon, for his family. I feel sorry for you, Mr. Whatever your name is, and for your family, if you don't obey, all the traffic signs when you drive. Yes, I see what you mean, Dennis.