Guest Adolph Menjou ( #51)

A special rebroadcast for the American Armed Forces and their allies. You're invited to drop in where the elite meet to eat. Duffy's Tavern. Oh, Duffy's Tavern where the elite meet to eat, aren't you speaking Duffy, ain't he?

Oh, I love Duffy. Tonight, Adolf Montju. Well, you remember theta baron? Well, uh, Marjio was a fashion plate when she was still a dish. Yeah, he's a terrific guy, Duffy. Very swab. Huh? Your wife says you're a swab?

Duffy, she means a big fat swab. Uh, you know who else is coming down here tonight, Duffy? Uh, that French dame, uh, Yvette. Yvette. Why vet? Why vet? Why V-E-T-T-T-T-E? Yeah, she's a female chant toast.

Yeah, yeah, she sings too. Duffy? Oh, well Duffy, I gotta go now. You know, Clancy the cop? Yeah, Flatfoot Clancy. Well, the club he belongs to was having a meeting here tonight. The name of the club, the policeman's Tuesday night, foot bath and discussion club.

Yeah, Adolf Munger's gonna give a lecture on men's clothes, I'm writing it for him. Yeah, I call it men's fashion through the ages, from the fig leaf to the BVD. Okay, well I'll call you back, Duffy.

I got to finish writing this lecture now. The well-dressed man must watch out how he gobs himself, because he is always judged

by his garbage. Since from time in memoriam... I missed all of it just a minute. You writing a talk on men's clothes? Yeah. off monsie. Yeah. Excuse me. Eddie to any other man that would be an insult. Tandy other man. I'd apologize. Accepted. You talking about clothes. Look at you. Your hat's bashed in. There's a rip in your pants. Gravy on your shirt.