Roswell's a Guest for Christmas

He is, folks. During the day, he stars in movies like Wake Island, Guadalcanal Diary, and Lifeboat. But tonight, he's just an old sit-by-the-fire, eagerly waiting for Santa Claus. The first Christmas I remember, I was just a kid back in Brooklyn. Right after dinner, I hid my father's shoes, and at the stroke of midnight, Santa Claus came down to chimney

in his bare feet. The American Needed Institute presents William Vending in the life of Riley. The meat people of America are providing a great food for a great nation. Carefully planned months ago by the Army and Navy Services of Supply, carefully packed and shipped by the meat industry and other food suppliers, every American fighter who can

be reached throughout the world will have tomorrow the finest Christmas day meals that any nation ever provided. It's Army, it's Navy, it's Marines, and they deserve it. Now on behalf of all those engaged in supplying meat to the nation, the American Meat Institute presents The Life of Riley.

Well, you all know the old nursery rhyme towards the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature with stirring, not even a mouse? Well, that doesn't go for the Riley house on this Christmas Eve.

There's plenty stirring there. Things began to pop when Riley arrived home from the Las Angeles Aircraft Plant, where he worked with some news that his wife and daughter found a little upsetting. What? You mean to say you invited that Roswell Stevenson here for Christmas? What's the best you to do a thing like that? Well, the reason is...

Okay, I got the little bit Roswell over in our whole Christmas. The last time he was here, he almost burnt the house down. Well, the reason is... And remember when Roswell hit down the head with a horseshoe? He said it was for good luck.