Guest - Hildegarde

This is the show show starring Joe Cook Good evening, this is Joe Cook greeting you on a wintry night with a song in my heart rings on my fingers Bells on my toes and reminding you that it's always fair weather when good fellows get together And as far as I am concerned is a full moon tonight because a lot of good fellows dropped in just to entertain it

Ernie Watson with his orchestra and George O'Brien without his horse was lots of swell stories about making pictures in the wild and woolly west. Mitzi Green was the perfect echo of May West, George Harlot and Fanny Bryant.

Bob Pastor, the man who left the ten rounds was Joe Lewis, an Edgfield Pinsa who sends his booming bass voice to the rashers of the Metropolitan Opera House. And then... Is that pretty? You may think that's a boy running as thick over a picket fence, but it isn't.

It's Harry Brewer playing his ilephone. Boy, listen to him bringing the killing. They are coming to you, Ranch House, and join in the festivities. Why, come right in, strangers, make yourselves the hug.

There ain't no door on this ranch house of iron, and strangers is all us welcome. Thanks for the hospitality, partner, but if you look more over closer, like a wrecking, you'll find I'm not quite a stranger to you.

Well, I'll be a low-down prayer dog. I'm a little more practice with that Western stuff, Joe, and you'll be forming on the bar X-Rans. They tell me, where did you get that cowboy talk? Out riding the plane?

No, George. I got it in the neighborhood movie house, walking your many Western pictures. I'm one of your most brandy fans, George, and when it comes to pictures, Westerners are my me. And my bread and butter.