meets Frank Sinatra in a drug store (better sound)

The Jack Benny's home in Beverly Hills, where we find Rochester very busy addressing Christmas cards. Just about ten more and I'll be through addressing Mr. Benny's Christmas cards. Now, let's see. Mr. and Mrs. Bing caused me in family.

Mr. and Mrs. Eddie canteran family. Man, he sure killed a bunch of birds with those two stoons. He's a pretty nice card to bosses ten and a half this year. and he sure knows how to economize on them.

Just look at that. Christmas greetings 1944 to 1950 in total. And a whom it may concern. Well, last I got all the cards addressed. Don't I wish the boss would buy stamps? I feel so conspicuous putting on that gray uniform and going from door to door.

Are you through addressing those cards? Yes, Mr. Danny. Good, I'll be down in a minute. OK. I wonder what the boss is going to get me for a present. I heard him stay. He was going shopping this afternoon, so I better start dropping a few hints.

No, he's immune to hints. I better lay it right on him. So you're all through with the card there, Rochester? Yes, sir. Jingle Bell, jingle Bell, jingle all the way. Hey! Hey! You sound happy today. What happened?

Oh, never mind. I've just been thinking how lucky I am to be working for a man like you. Really? Now you take my friend Sam. He works for one of the most dangerous men in the world.

Why, last year for Christmas, all the gay Sam was three little hangages. Well, Rochester, I don't think that's such a bad problem. I'll never forget Christmas Day. Down on Central Avenue, everyone was showing off their new wrist watches and gold-stick-let cases.