Superstitious Folk

Mother is Maxwell House really the only coffee in the world? Well, your father says so, and your father knows best. Yes, it's father knows best, transcribed in Hollywood starring Robert Young's father. A half hour visit with your neighbor's The Anderson, brought to you by America's favorite coffee, Maxwell House.

The coffee that's always good to the last drop. Since the dark beginnings of time, superstition has played a dismal part in the fumbling progress of man. We, however, live in an enlightened age, and, thank goodness, we've thrown off the yoke of ignorant superstition.

Well, I mean, knocking on wood isn't really a superstition. You do it just because, well, anyway in Springfield, in the White Frame House on Maple Street, we find Jim Anderson packing for a trip to Chicago, and for a change, everything is peaceful and quiet, like this.

Jim, it certainly won't hurt to take him along. Margaret, I'm only going to be gone three days. How many pairs of socks do you think I can wear? Well, you never can tell, dear, and it's best to be on the safe side.

Twelve pairs of socks. Anybody think I was going to Alaska for the entire winter? Jim, they weigh practically nothing and I certainly think... Alright, alright, put them in. I'll have enough socks for everybody at the whole convention.

Dad! We're upstairs, bud! Jim, you don't need all those shirts. What do you mean all those shirts? I'm only taking six. But you'll only be away three days. You said so yourself. Well, honey, I've got to look neat. All the big shots from the home office will be there.

I think three shirts are quite enough. You just have to be a little careful, that's all. Okay, three shirts. Fine thing, a man can't even pack the bag away he wants to. Say, Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?