Fish From An Old Flame

The Johnson White's program was Fibber McGee and Molly. Makers of Johnson's Wikes and Johnson's Self-Solishing Blowcoats present Fibber McGee and Molly, written by Don Quinn with music by the Kingsman and Billy Mills Orchestra. The show opens with It's High Time.

Come in right this minute, Jimmy, and don't you dare track dirt and mud across white kitchen floor either. I just scrubbed it.

Oh, that's too bad, Jimmy. Too bad the game has to end, and too bad your mom is still doing that old-fashioned floor scrubbing. Now, if that floor were protected with Johnson's self-publishing blowcoats, she wouldn't have to worry about your tracking in little dirt because it would wipe up so easily with a damp cloth.

Besides, she wouldn't be so tired and crossed, worn out with that tiresome scrubbing. And of course, someone should tell her that continuous scrubbing finally ruins linoleums, whereas blowcoats protect it. Protext it, it's a new looking and beautiful, makes it last longer.

Besides saving her hours of work, Glocco, the self-polishing, needs no rubbing or buffing. Jimmy, why don't you ask your mother to buy a can of Johnson's self-polishing Glocco? She'll always thank you for it. This is the time of year when every born angler gets out the box of tackle in the old bamboo for a little living room fishing.

And here at 79 Whistler Vista, where the master of the house is reviewing his past blories as a shop trapper, we meet Fibber McGee and Molly. Boy, look at the wisp on that shop, Rod, will ya?

It's as springy and souples the day I want it. They have. How did you win it? I don't remember. Sure you do. I won it in that contest. What contest? Oh, you know, Molly. Finishing that sentence?