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The Lucky Strike program starring Jack Benny with Mary Livingston Rochester, Dennis Day, Bob Crosby, and yours thoroughly down well. And now, ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to bring you that... Hold it, hold it, Don. Jack isn't here.

Well, Gee, I just saw him a few minutes ago. Where is he? He just went in the other room to talk to his riders. Oh, boy, is Jack burned up. Boy, those two guys get away with murder.

They never have a program written till the last minute. Well, I'm going to see what's happening. She's always having trouble with his riders. Now look, fellas. If I told you once, I told you a thousand times, you've got to have the program written before we go on the air.

Every week we just barely make it. Now today, look what happens. No script at all. Well, we were stuck this week. Yeah, we didn't have no inspiration. Oh, we are dead. Don't yell at me. I'll fly to pieces.

I'm not yelling. I'm just asking you to work. That's all. You're working for me. I'm paying you to work. And that's another thing. We want more dough. Well, you certainly picked the right time to ask me.

You're getting plenty now. Why do you want more money? We want to get a room tonight. Now, listen, will you cut that out? A fine team of writers I've got. I've been looking for you all week. Where were you?

Where were you? Pause, pranks. Yeah. You're not supposed to be in Palm Springs. You're supposed to be here with me. Come on, Jack. We're waiting for you. Mary, I'll be there in a minute. Now look, fella.

Too bad I'm not there. Well what could you do? Sing Bar sing. You sing with that voice. Don't knock it around Central Avenue. I'm known as that sentimental fellow with the mellow bellow. I am saying once with the whole Johnson crime.

What happened? Johnson threw me out in the hall. I'll talk to you later. So long Rochester. Goodbye. Now go ahead, Don. I have to sportsmen do their number. I'm going in the other room and see how Hemingway and Steinbeck are doing.

Okay, get it fellas. Me, me, and I My shadow, shadow Me, and my shadow No, strolling down me Me, my shadow, and my My shadow, just