Fibber Cuts His Own Christmas Tree

such a judge now saying I'm doing time of crime. The Johnson's Wax and Johnson's self-polishing blow coat present Fibber McGee and Molly, written by Don Quins with songs by Martha Tilton and the Kingsmen and music by Billy Mills.

The show opens with the National Emblem March. Ladies and gentlemen, I heard an officer of the Red Cross speak last night. He was asking for money.

He said in part that it was customary these days to prep any request for help with an apology, but that he wasn't making any apology. Neither are we. The Red Cross needs $50 million, urgently and immediately.

Now for 130 million people, that's the price of a few cigars or a lipstick. The Red Cross is always ready to help in times of war and disaster, and from now on, the demands upon them will be great.

But we are a great nation. So let's give to the hurts. The master of 79 Wistful Vista is not one to squander a buck and a quarter for a Christmas tree, when he can drive out of the woods and chop down his own.

No, sir. And here, driving up to the house, frostbitten but triumphant, we find that lumberjack who saves Jack on his lumber. Fiver of Fiver McGee and Molly. Gotta get them breaks fixed. Boy am I cool.

Well, come on, Christmas tree, come to Papa. You got a new home. You're getting snow all over the hall. Why didn't you stamp your feet? Why should I stamp my feet? I ain't mad at anybody.

Besides, they're so cold. I'm just walking from memory. Oh. There you poor lad. Let me take this cold and you're mittin'. Thanks, Molly. Hey, take a gun at that tree, will ya? H.C. of Hopper?