Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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The Aldrich Family jJULSLSUULtLSLJUlJLZJLZJLBJLajLQJU^^ Music. — Jell-0 pudding fanfare. Mrs. Aldrich. — ( Calling ) Hen-ry ! Henry Aldrich .” Henry. — “ Coming , mother !” Music. — "This Is It” . . . Fade out behind. Von Zell. — The Aldrich Family! Starring Ezra Stone and writ¬ ten by Clifford Goldsmith, brought to you by Jell-0 pud¬ dings, those delicious new desserts all America’s talking about ! Music. — Stone opening . . . fade for. Von Zell. — Do you remember when you were in your teens? Well, when you listen to Henry Aldrich and his pals, we think you’ll sorta be able to detect a little of yourself. For Henry Aldrich is a typical American boy, from a typical American family. Just listen, and see if I’m not right. Music. — Out. Von Zell. — As our scene opens we find the Aldriches seated at the dinner table. Mary. — Have I told you what I’m going to wear, mother? Mrs. Aldrich. — No, Mary. Mary. — I’m going to sew maple leaves all over my dress. Mr. Aldrich. — Where are you going to wear a dress like that? Mary. — To the Halloween party tomorrow night, father. Whereever you look, all you’ll see of me is maple leaves. Henry. — Maple leaves ? Mary. — Yes. Henry. — You’re going as a tree? 204