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Series: The Magnificent Montague
Show: Lily Gets a Dog
Date: Aug 25 1951

Transcription courtesy of the Jessamine County Old Time Radio Troupe

Announcer:

The Magnificent Montague starring Monty Woolley!

Announcer:

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Announcer:

And now, The Magnificent Montague! (musical interlude)

Announcer:

Edwin Montague is a stubborn man. As the Magnificent Montague of the Shakespearean Theatre, he held out for years against going on the radio. Now that hunger has driven him to becoming Uncle Goodheart, hero of an afternoon radio program, he refuses to get off the air, even for a weekend vacation. His poor wife, Lily, is doomed for another weekend in the city. But Agnes, their maid, is happily packing for an outing.

Agnes:(singing) you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy; you make me sad, root-toodie-toot-toot...

Lily:

Agnes?

Agnes:

What is it, honey?

Lily:

Oh, you're packing. Are you going away again for the weekend?

Agnes:

What do you think? I'm off for the wide-open spaces, and I don't mean your husband's mouth.

Lily:

What is it this time?

Agnes:

Another outing of my club, The Unattached Girls of East 37th Street.

Lily:

You girls have so much fun. I just can't get Edwin out of New York.

Agnes:

What a break for the rest of the country.

Lily:

Oh, ho-ho. Stop. It's just that he hates the country.

Agnes:

He's just afraid of the birds. If they spot that beautiful nest that hangs down from his chin, they'll think it's a federal housing project for swallows.

Lily:

Oh, that's silly. Tell me about the trip. I didn't know you were going by car.

Agnes:

A car she said. We all chipped in, we sent Zelda Zimmerman down to a used car lot and, boy, did she come back with a heap. A real meatball on wheels.

Lily:

What kind is it?

Agnes:

A 1923 Essex, the one they used to call a Greyhound.

Lily:

I remember. Does it run?

Agnes:

Run? If you put a rabbit in front of it, it'll chase it.

Lily:

Well, then, why was Zelda talked into buying it?

Agnes:

The salesman give her a pitch. He said it was just like a modern car. No gear shift.

Lily:

No gear shift?

Agnes:

It fell off 20 years ago.

Lily:

Agnes, I'm worried about you, going on a trip in a car like that.

Agnes:

Honey, it's the perfect car for a cheap trip. It don't use gas.

Lily:

No gas?

Agnes:

No. You just feed the squirrel under the hood.

Lily:

Agnes, in a car like that it sounds too dangerous.

Agnes:

Oh, don't worry, honey. Hazel Schmidlaf's boyfriend is a mechanic. He got under the car and said all he had to do is turn a few screws, and that's all he did.

Lily:

Good.

Agnes:

Yeah. He's been under the car for five days now.

Lily:

Five days?

Agnes:

The motor fell on him.

Lily:

Oh, Agnes! Well, I hope it doesn't rain and spoil your outing.

Agnes:

Just being out of this house and away from that monster husband of yours makes it a glorious holiday.

Lily:

When Edwin and I were younger, he used to love going on boat rides up the Hudson.

Agnes:

I know, then Fulton invented the steamboat and scared Montague off the river.

Lily:

Oh, Agnes!

Agnes:

No kidding, you need a rest, honey. Make him take you somewhere.

Lily:

Oh, what's the use. He's so stubborn.

Agnes:

Look, honey, use your brain. Tell him your heath's shattered. Just tell him he's gotta take you away before the boys in the white coats do it for him.

Lily:

Do you think I could do it?

Agnes:

Why not? You were an actress. How do you think most wives get vacations? A groan, a moan in front of the husband and it's Heigh Ho, off to Bermuda.

Lily:

Do you think a few moans and groans would work?

Agnes:

It does with most husbands. Of course, with Montague you may have to chop of an arm or something.

Lily:

Agnes, I hate deceiving Edwin, but I just know getting out of town would be good for him, too.

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

Lily:

Oh, that must be Edwin, back from his morning walk around the block.

Agnes:

I'll let him in.

SFX:

door opening

Agnes:

Here he is, Nature Boy.

Montague:

Well, as I live and breathe, Glamorous Agnes, the last of the Bloomer Girls. Where's Lily?

Agnes:

She's lying down on the couch.

Montague:

Lily, lying down?

Lily:

(off) I'm over here, Edwin.

Montague:

Oh, what's the matter?

Lily:

Oh, I don't know, Edwin. I've been feeling funny all week.

Agnes:

She fainted three times this morning.

Lily:

Please, Agnes, I –I didn't want him to know.

Montague:

Know what? Gad, you look wonderful!

Agnes:

This poor woman needs a rest.

Montague:

A rest? Nonsense! She hasn't worked since 1937 when we did Romeo and Juliet, and even that she was lying in a nice, soft coffin for the last whole act.

Lily:

Edwin, it's just that I, I'm cooped up in this apartment all year.

Agnes:

Look at her! The poor thing needs some sunshine.

Montague:

Well, so do I! If you'd clean the windows once in awhile, we'd get it.

Lily:

Oh, Edwin. My head is splitting.

Agnes:

I tell you; she needs a change.

Montague:

You are so right. We'll get a new maid.

Lily:

Edwin, I don't like to demand, but perhaps a weekend in the country, with fresh air, sunshine, and green fields....

Montague:

Sunshine? And fresh air? That could kill you, you know.

Lily:

Edwin, everybody goes away for the weekend.

Montague:

You're up now. I thought you were so sick. My weak little wife.

Lily:

Oh, Edwin. Oh, you're horrible. (starts to sob)

Montague:

Well, stop bawling. Tragedy was never one of your strong points.

Lily:

(gasps) Go to your radio broadcast! Go anywhere!

Agnes:

I could make it more specific.

Montague:

Agnes, you started it all, this insane weekend nonsense.

Lily:

Oh, will you go to your radio broadcast?

Agnes:

Yeah, hit the road.

Montague:

I'm going. "Home, sweet home." Be it ever so humble, there's no place like Belleview. Good-bye.

SFX:

door closes

Lily:

(cries) Boo-hoo-hoo.

Agnes:

Oh, now, honey....

Lily:

Oh, Agnes, it's not that I particularly want to go away on a weekend. But when I pretended, I was sick, he didn't even seem to care.

Agnes:

Well, there's one consolation. You married Montague for better or worse and he can't get worse.

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

Lily:

Oh, that's Edwin. As usual, when he's been nasty, he's coming back to apologize.

Agnes:

The fiend. I'll get the door.

SFX:

door opens

Agnes:

Oh, so you've come crawling back—uh, oh. It's Mr. Zinzer, the director of Montague's Uncle Goodheart program.

Lily:

Oh. Hello, Mr. Zinzer.

Zinzer:

Oh, hello there, Mrs. Montague. Is Mr. Montague home?

Lily:

Well, no. He left for the radio station. You just missed him.

Zinzer:

Oh.... fiddle-de-dee.

Lily:

What's the matter, Mr. Zinzer? What've you got in that basket?

Zinzer:

I'd rather not discuss it, Mrs. Montague.

Agnes:

Whatever it is, it's moving.

Lily:

Mr. Zinzer, what is it?

Zinzer:

Please, Mrs. Montague. It's not the sort of thing men talk about in front of women. (laughs)

Lily:

Come, now.

Agnes:

Look, we're all over 21.

Lily:

Tell us, Mr. Zinzer.

Zinzer:

Well, alright. You see, a few days ago...oh, I shouldn't be so risqué.

Lily:

Uh, oh, go on. What is it?

Zinzer:

Well. Here goes. Our dog had puppies.

Agnes:

(mock shock) Ooh. What he said.

Lily:

Quiet, Agnes. So that's what is in the basket. A puppy. Oh, quick let me see him.

Zinzer:

It's a her. Here, I'll pull back the blanket.

Lily:

Oh, Agnes, look!

SFX:

doggie sounds

Lily:

Oh, isn't she the cutest thing?

Agnes:

Congratulations, Mr. Zinzer. She has your nose.

Zinzer:

Thank you. You really think so?

Lily:

Oh, look, look. She's trying to bite my finger.

Zinzer:

I'm sorry Mr. Montague isn't here to see her. I brought the puppy for him.

Agnes:

For Montague?!

Lily:

Oh, no, Mr. Zinzer. Edwin complains if a dog even walks in front of the building.

Agnes:

Next to people and children, he hates dogs most.

Zinzer:

Gee, I thought Uncle Goodheart would like a dog in his home.

Lily:

I'm sorry, Mr. Zinzer. It's very sweet of you, but you'd better get it out of here. If Edwin even suspected a dog was in the apartment ....

Zinzer:

Oh, dear. What am I going to do with little Edwina? I have to get to the radio station. I'll just leave her at the city dog pound.

Lily:

There's nothing I can—

SFX:

doggie sounds

Agnes:

Edwina sure goes for you, honey.

Lily:

Aw, look at her. Cute as a button.

SFX:

doggie sounds

Lily:

She's licking my hand. It tickles!

Zinzer:

Come on, Edwina, to the pound.

SFX:

doggie crying

Lily:

Oh, Mr. Zinzer! You can't take her to the pound.

Zinzer:

I have to do something. I can't take her back home. We've got eight more to get rid of.

SFX:

doggie crying

Zinzer:

Let's go.

Lily:

Oh, Mr. Zinzer, wait.

Zinzer:

I'll miss the broadcast.

Lily:

Mr. Zinzer, leave the dog here.

Agnes:

Honey, have you lost your marbles?

Lily:

Agnes, I don't care what Edwin says. Little Edwina is not going to the pound!

SFX:

doggie barking, panting happily

Zinzer:

You mean you'll keep the dog?

Lily:

Yes! All my life I've wanted a dog. And little Edwina is just the one.

Zinzer:

Oh, that's George. There's a vet around the corner, Dr. Spitz. I'll send him right out.

Lily:

A vet?

Zinzer:

All puppies need shots and things like that. Gee, I'll be late for the broadcast. Good-bye.

SFX:

door closing

Agnes:

Honey, a dog in the same house with Montague? It'll be murder.

Lily:

I don't care. Edwin will have to get use to her.

Agnes:

Oh, brother. Between his beard and the dog, we'll have every flea in New York in here.

Lily:

Ah, here. Let me hold her.

SFX:

doggie sounds

Lily:

Oh, little Edwina! Little Edwina's not going to any nasty old pound. Ah, look at the little sweetheart!

SFX:

doggie sounds, kissy sounds

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

Lily:

That must be the vet, Dr. Spitz.

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

Agnes:

I'm coming. I'm coming.

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

Montague:

Will someone open the door?

Lily:

It's Edwin! Edwin?

SFX:

doggie sounds

Lily:

I can't explain to him now.

SFX:

buzzer continues

Montague:

Let me in!

Lily:

I'll hide the dog in the bedroom. Tell him anything, Agnes. Don't let him find out.

SFX:

bedroom door closes

SFX:

buzzer continues

Agnes:

Lucky Agnes. Always in the middle. Coming!

Montague:

What's the idea of keeping me waiting? Where's Lily?

Agnes:

Shh. She's in the bedroom.

Montague:

Then she's really sick. Lily...

Agnes:

Don't go in there. Let her rest.

Montague:

You're right. I guess I must've been out of my mind. I was halfway to the radio station before I realized how miserably I've treated Lily. I want her to know—

Agnes:

Sure, sure I'll tell her, now go.

Montague:

I don't hear anything in the bedroom. She must be resting.

Agnes:

Yeah, yeah, now go.

Montague:

Agnes, I'm worried. She looked pale. Is she really sick?

Agnes:

It's nothing, nothing at all.

SFX:

doggie sounds

Montague:

Agnes! Listen to her! Lily!

Agnes:

Don't go in there or you'll upset her.

Montague:

But she sounded awful!

Agnes:

It'll pass. Just a little sinus condition.

Montague:

Sinus?!

SFX:

doggie sounds

Montague:

Gad! That's the worse case of sinus I ever heard! Call a doctor.

Agnes:

Now don't worry. There's a Dr. Spitz coming over. Now beat it. You'll be late for your broadcast.

SFX:

doggie sounds

Montague:

How can I leave at a time like this? Why, she's in horrible pain. I should be at her side.

Agnes:

No, you've done enough.

Montague:

Oh, Agnes! She complained about feeling ill and I ignored it. I feel like a dog.

SFX:

doggie sounds

Montague:

Oh, what a monster I've been! Agnes, I'm going to nurse her back to health. I'll take her to the country for a month. Six weeks.

Agnes:

Get out.

Montague:

Call me if she gets worse.

SFX:

door closes

Lily:

Agnes, I couldn't keep Edwina quiet. I think something's wrong.

SFX:

doggie sounds

Agnes:

Now, don't you start. Well, it worked, honey. He's taking you out of the city. One more howl out of Edwina and you would have had a world cruise.

Lily:

Don't talk nonsense. I can't leave the city now. I have a dog to take care of. It's like a baby. I wouldn't think of going anywhere!

Agnes:

I give up.

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

Lily:

Oh, quick, quick! That's the vet.

Agnes:

I'll let him in.

SFX:

door opens

Agnes:

Are you the vet?

Spitz:

Yah. I'm Dr. Spitz. Mr. Zinzer sent me. Where's the hound? The dog.

Lily:

Oh. Oh, right here, Doctor. I think something's wrong with Edwina.

SFX:

doggie whines

Spitz:

Yah. We fix the ____ little pupzin up good like new. Hahaheehee. Let's go.

Lily:

Go? Where?

Spitz:

To my dog hospital. Around the corner.

Lily:

The hospital? Oh doctor, what's wrong with her?

Spitz:

Well, I think the dog, she has the pip.

Lily:

The pip?

Agnes:

The pip?! Oh!

Lily:

Quick, quick! Let's go!

SFX:

doggie howls

SFX:

door closes

Announcer:

We'll be back with The Magnificent Montague in just a moment. First, here's a word from Anacin. Every day you hear more and more about an incredibly fast way to relieve the pains of headache, neuritis, and neuralgia. It's Anacin. A-N-A-C-I-N.

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And now, back to The Magnificent Montague.

(musical interlude)

 

Announcer:

While Agnes and Lily are at Dr. Spitz's dog hospital seeing Edwina through her first crises, it is a remorseful Edwin Montague who is just finishing his Uncle Goodheart program.

(radio organ music)

 

Montague:

And so, Ronald, once again you've come to Uncle Goodheart for advice. Now you want to change your name. Don't you like the name of Ronald Smith? It's a good American name, Ronald. There's nothing to be ashamed of. But, no, for some strange reason you want to change your name to John D. Rockefeller, Jr. Just because that is the name you've been signing checks with. But you have nothing to worry about. As Shakespeare said, "What's in a name?" You just keep signing those checks and the authorities will change your name for you...to a nice long number.

So, dear listeners, like Ronald, as the prison gates close on him for 99 years, remember, keep your head high, into the sun, and - .

(radio organ music)

 

Announcer:

So, ends another episode of Uncle Goodheart, until tomorrow, when he meets you again in his little cottage on the sunny side of the lane, here is Uncle Goodheart with his thought for the day.

Montague:

When your neighbor gets pushed off a fishing boat, wearing his heaviest clothes for the day, as he goes to the bottom, like a lump of lead, yell down to him, "Anchors aweigh!"

(radio organ music)

 

Springer:

Okay, Mr. Montague, you're off the air.

Montague:

Springer, did you receive a call from my home?

Springer:

No. No one called.

Montague:

Oh, thank heavens. Lily must be better.

Springer:

Well, if she listened to your program just now, she must be proud of you.

Montague:

Now, please...

Springer:

It was inspirational, Mr. Montague. It was like drinking in a tonic.

Montague:

Hmm. Hair tonic. It was sickening.

Springer:

Now, don't be modest. Here's Mr. Zinzer. Good show, eh, Zinzer?

Zinzer:

It was a four-star doozer, alright, alright.

Montague:

Please. I've got to get home and see my wife.

Zinzer:

Going home, Mr. Montague?

Montague:

Immediately.

Zinzer:

(giggles)

Montague:

Zinzer, what is it?

Zinzer:

I know something you don't know.

Montague:

Stop this! What is it?

Zinzer:

You've got a glorious surprise waiting for you at home.

Montague:

A surprise? How do you know?

Zinzer:

I saw your wife after you left.

Montague:

You did? Quick, Zinzer, how was she?

Zinzer:

Wonderful. I've never seen her so happy.

Montague:

Zinzer, that is a glorious surprise.

Springer:

What was it, Mr. Montague? Something wrong with the ball and chain?

Montague:

Heh, yes. I've just got to get her away for a little vacation. She sounded awful this morning.

Springer:

Wives are all the same. Complaining all the time. Take my missus. Up at five, doing the laundry, cooking the breakfast, getting the brats off to school, mowing the lawn, cleaning the house, cooking the dinner, washing the dishes. Well, you'd think all that exercise would do her good. No. Comes midnight, she can't keep her eyes open. She falls asleep in the middle of washing the car.

Montague:

And they say the automobile replaced the horse. Look, boys, I've got to get Lily out of the house. What do you fellows do on a weekend?

Zinzer:

Oh, my wife and I like to get on a baseball diamond in Central Park and kick up our heels.

Montague:

Hmm. Well, please Zinzer, that's not exactly what I had in mind for Lily and me.

Zinzer:

It's oodles of fun. I knock out fungos and she shags flies.

***NOTE:

fungo: n. pl. -goes Baseball. A practice fly ball hit to a fielder with a specially designed bat. [Origin Unknown.]

Montague:

Alright, Zinzer.

Zinzer:

Oh, my wife's a magnificent ball player.

Montague:

Is that right?

Zinzer:

She's constantly being mistaken for Yogi Berra.

Montague:

Alright, Zinzer.

Zinzer:

Of course, that's with her catcher's mask on.

Montague:

(laughs) Yes, I understand.

Zinzer:

Without the mask she looks like Joe DiMaggio.

Montague:

Zinzer, will you stop?

Zinzer:

No reflection on Joe DiMaggio.

Montague:

Oh, no. Springer? What do you do when your wife doesn't feel well?

Springer:

Not a thing. I don't like to pamper her.

Montague:

But if she's sick?

Springer:

She just crawls off into the woods until she feels better.

Montague:

Well, I can see I'm going to get no help from you two. I'd better get home to Lily. I've got a lot of making up to do.

Springer:

Don't pamper her.

Montague:

Why, I'm going to be the most considerate husband in the world. From now on we're going places and doing things together.

Zinzer:

Why don't you bring her out to the baseball diamond? Big game tomorrow. Husbands against the wives.

Montague:

No, thanks.

Zinzer:

The funniest thing. They make my wife play on the men's side.

Montague:

Oh, quiet! Where's my hat? I'm going home to my Lily!

(musical interlude)

 

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

SFX:

door opens

Montague:

Lily? Lily? Agnes! That's funny. No one's home. At least that means she's well again. She's doing that shopping she said she had to do. Gad, what a scare she gave me. Those sounds she made. I'll hear them in my sleep.

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

Montague:

Coming!

SFX:

door opens

Montague:

Oh, the janitor.

Janitor:

Any garbage?

Montague:

Look, can you come back later? My wife isn't home.

Janitor:

Not yet, huh? Well, I seen her, and Agnes rush out with the doctor.

Montague:

With the doctor?

Janitor:

Yeah. They said they was going to the hospital.

Montague:

Hospital! What hospital? Tell me!

Janitor:

I don't know. Let go of me!

Montague:

The hospital. I hope I'm not too late. Where's the phone? Operator? Get me a hospital. Well, how do I know? Any hospital. Call them all.

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

Montague:

Oh, now what?

SFX:

door opens

Montague:

What is it?

Spitz:

You're here, Montague?

Montague:

Yes, but I'm busy.

Spitz:

I'm Dr. Spitz.

Montague:

Dr. Spitz? Oh, you're the one...

Spitz:

Yah.

Montague:

How is she? How is she?

Spitz:

Well, she was a pretty sick girl, but she's alright now.

Montague:

Thank heaven, thank heaven.

Spitz:

Yah, she's resting in the hospital. She should be home in a day or two.

Montague:

Tell me doctor. Be frank with me. What was wrong with her?

Spitz:

Oh, the usual summer ailments. She was full of worms.

Montague:

Worms?!

Spitz:

Yah. I give her a couple of shots and it's auf wiedersehen to the worms.

Montague:

What else did you have to do?

Spitz:

Well, I clipped and plucked her.

Montague:

Oh, no!

Spitz:

I shaved off all the hair. Cool for the summer.

Montague:

Well, of course, she always wanted a short haircut.

Spitz:

And by jiminy, she got it!

Montague:

Doctor, this is serious. She looked terrible.

Spitz:

Oh, she's a beauty now.

Montague:

Looks good, eh?

Spitz:

Wait till you see her with her ears clipped.

Montague:

You clipped her ears?! Well she must be crazy to let you do that!

Spitz:

Crazy? Not her. She's a smart one.

Montague:

I know.

Spitz:

Already you can start teaching her tricks.

Montague:

Tricks?

Spitz:

You'll see. In a few weeks you can send her alone and she'll come back with a newspaper in her mouth.

Montague:

Oh, no! What has happened to her? Her mind is gone!

Spitz:

Don't you worry. I'll bring her around, all right. She'll be alright.

Montague:

I'll get the best nurses to take care of her. Here.

Spitz:

What nurses? All she'll need is companionship and love. Yah. I'll go bring her home.

SFX:

door closes

Montague:

Poor Lily. Companionship and love. Why does a man find out these things when it's too late? From now on my life has but one goal: bringing Lily back to normal.

(musical interlude)

 

SFX:

door opens

Agnes:

Now take it easy, honey.

Lily:

Agnes, ah-choo.

Agnes:

Boy, you've got it bad, here. Lie down.

Lily:

'Choo. When I walked through that dog hospital I— 'choo—I didn't know what hit me.

Agnes:

Good thing you found out you're allergic to dogs.

Lily:

'choo. Oh, Agnes, don't even mention the word dogs.

Agnes:

I'm glad we got in touch with Zinzer in time. He's going to take—

Lily:

Don't—don't say it!

Agnes:

--The d-o-g back.

Lily:

Just let me lie here and recuperate. I never in my life want to see another— 'choo

SFX:

buzzer doorbell

Agnes:

I'll get the door.

SFX:

door opens

Agnes:

Oh, it's you.

Montague:

Agnes, is she home? Oh, there you are Lily. Now, Lily. Don't get up.

Lily:

Edwin, I—I— 'choo.

Montague:

Poor, poor little Lily. Can you ever forgive me?

Lily:

Edwin, ah-ah-choo.

Montague:

Things are going to be different now, Lily. I spoke to the doctor.

Lily:

You did?

Montague:

You need love and companionship. You have all my love, Lily.

Lily:

Oh, Edwin!

Montague:

And look what I've brought you to keep you company when I'm not by your side. I've bought you this.

Lily:

What?

Montague:

Well, looky, in its basket.

SFX:

doggie barks

Lily:

Oh, no!

Montague:

Lily!

Agnes:

You big jerk! Get that dog out of here.

Montague:

But I bought it!

Lily:

Get it out! I can't— (gasps for air) stand it!

Montague:

Oh, well. What are you going to do? Springer's right about women! Don't pamper them.

SFX:

doggie barks

(closing music)

 

Announcer:

Here's a word from RCA Victor. Just up the street or around the corner from your home is the man who provides a very important service to you and your neighbors. He's your local radio and television service man. Yet curiously enough, the importance of his services is not fully recognized until your radio or television set develops trouble. Then he's needed, just as a policeman or a doctor or a fireman is needed when the occasion arises. And like these other community servants, your neighborhood repairman has the experience and equipment to provide you with prompt, dependable service. For example, if your television set requires a new picture tube, he'll recommend a genuine RCA picture tube. Your repairman knows from experience that an RCA picture tube will give you the clearest, sharpest picture your set is capable of delivering. He'll tell you, in fact, that all electronic television is an RCA development. So next time your set develops trouble, regardless of its make, model, or size, rely on your local radio television technician for fast, economical repair. And don't forget to ask him for genuine RCA tubes and parts. Then you're sure of enjoying the very best that your television set has to offer.

Announcer:

Listen again next week, friends, to The Magnificent Montague, starring Monty Woolley, the Saturday night transcribed feature on NBC's all-star festival of comedy, music, mystery and drama, brought to you by: Chesterfield-- always milder, better tasting, cooler smoking, plus no unpleasant aftertaste; by Anacin, for fast relief from pain of headache, neuritis, and neuralgia; and by RCA Victor, world leader in radio, first in recorded music, and first in television.

The Magnificent Montague was created and directed by Nat Hiken and written by Nat Hiken and Billy Freeburg. (Announcer names the cast.) This is Don Pardo.

The Magnificent Montague has come to you from our Radio City Studios in New York. Tomorrow hear New Theater and NBC Symphony on NBC.

SFX:

NBC tones