Junior Runs Away

Next Thursday at Grommons Chinese Theater here in Hollywood, the motion picture industry will award Oscars for the best screen performance of the year. And I hereby nominate William Bandex, who pays me each week. Oh, Ken, you're awfully kind.

But the way I figure it, Bing Crosby's going to win first prize, Charles Boyer, a second prize, but I do think that my acting should get horrible mention. The American Meet Institute presents William Bandex in the life of Riley, people of America, providing a great food for a great nation.

Five million farmers and ranchers raising fine meat animals. 600,000 men and women in more than 3,500 meat packing plants. 400,000 meat retailers, all doing their level best in face of the enormous demands of war to put meat on your table.

On behalf of all these, the American Meat Institute brings you the life of Riley. Chester A. Riley, California war worker and man of many headaches is headed for grief again. As usual however Riley has no idea the trouble is brewing.

In fact he is humming happily to himself as he nears home because today is payday. As Riley enters his home his wife Peg greets him with a cheery word, a smiling face and an outstretched hand.

I can't give you anything, Rose. Baby, the other day there. Oh, hiya, Peg. How's my favorite wife this evening? Fine, dear. Where is it? Huh? Uh, where's what? You know what you big handsome breadwinner.

What do we always get on Saturdays? Pot roast. Hand it over, dear. Okay, Dublin. Here ya. One thing you gotta say for me, I part with my heart earned though very easy. Hello, Daddy Darling.