Emilys Musicalereturning From Lake Arrowhead

Use your head, save your hair, use fish, catch! The F.W. Pitch Company, makers of those fine-fitch products, present the pitch bandwagon, starring Alice Fae. No, nevermore, I love you. Nevermore, just how much I care.

Paris won't come with me to Alabama, let's go see my dear old man, she's frying eggs and prawling hammy. And that's what I like about the sound. Last week, Phil and Alice spent a few restful days up at Lake Arrowhead.

We find them now, driving back to Hollywood, through the beautiful San Bernardino Valley. It's a typical sunny California day. You can't see a thing, Phil. Turn your fog lights on. No, no, honey, it's not the bad along here. I can almost see the radiator cap.

We better get somewhere somewhere. We got an awfully late start. Okay, honey, we'll stop at the while. Say, uh, what are all those bushes growing alongside the road there? I've been noticing them for the last hour.

Why, they're vineyards, Phil. This is the heart of the grape country. What's grapes? Why, Phil, they crush grapes to make wine. Yeah? Of course. Years ago, people used to trample grapes into wine with their bare feet.

Phil Horace, you get back in this car and it puts your shoes on. Mrs. Harris, welcome home. Hello, Sissy. How were things while we were gone? Well, they were just fine. Was it very cold up at Lake Arrowhead?

Cold, oh, Sissy. It was so cold the only way I could keep warm was to tune into Gabriel heater. Oh, Harris, you kitchen comedian, you. You're just a person. Oh, by the way, there's some mail for you in on the coffee table.