My Man Godfrey

and Julie Adams in My Man Godfrey. Ladies and Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen, in the early days of the Great Depression, there was still a few of the idle rich who were unaware of the plight of the forgotten man.

They were in callus, merely hairbrained and giddy. And in tonight's play we will tell you the story of a fabulously wealthy family of the 30s, and their forgotten man Godfrey. Aftering this zany universe little national comedy, we will have two of their top star, and Julie Adams, who will join me later for a preview.

There is 1933, a place New York's waterfront. The moonlight softly tips the majestic spires of the Queensborough Bridge with a silvery glow and comes gently to rest on a pile of refuse known as the City Dump.

In the center of this wasteland, a small fire is burning, and our man Godfrey has tattered clothes with a three-day growth of beer, sits on a packing cage warming his hands. An luxurious limousine purrs softly into the scene and comes to a stop.

Three people alike. One of them, a young lady in evening clothes, steps gingerly toward the fire. Good evening. How'd you like to make five dollars? How would I? I said, how would you like to make five dollars?

What I have to do is go to the Waldorf Rick's hotel with me and I'll show you to a few people and then I'll send you right back May I inquire just why you would want to show me to people at the Waldorf Rick's?

Well, if you must know it's a game a scavenger hunt if I find a forgotten man first I win Is that clear? Yes quite clear And shall I wear my tails or come just as I am you needn't be fresh. Do you want the $5 a don't you the madam?