Breakfast club family album (1942)

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Jack Baker did a song attired in red flannels . . . proving that there’s many a slip, etc.? The studio visitors included a woman who was heading back to England after arriving in Chicago a few weeks before, to leave her six year old son with relatives (?) . She was heading for an unknown port in an unknown ship, having been assigned to Red Cross duty in the Midlands. Sometime, about six weeks later her son appeared again on the Breakfast Club and his mother was able to hear his voice in England at three o’clock in the afternoon. What a thrill that must have been for her! ❖ ❖ * Jack and Don discussed whether or not they should give free plugs to grapefruit in Baker’s poems!?). A man and his wife, in the comfort of their breakfast nook down in Texas heard the argument. “It’s funny,” said the husband, “that when he mentioned grapefruit pro¬ ducing states he mentioned Florida and California but left out Texas.” The Mrs. answered, “Your hearing’s defective ... he did mention Tex¬ as.” An argument started . . . “I’ll bet you half my interest in the grove against your half interest that he didn’t!” snapped he. “You’re on,” shouted his wife, with a gleam in her eye and immediately called up Don who admitted that he had indeed mentioned Texas . . . so Mr. lost his plants! * * * Five years ago in St. Paul, Minn., a housewife decided to repay some of the entertainment she had re¬ ceived as a listener by making a crocheted tablecloth for M.C. Don McNeill and his family!?). Daily, thereafter she spent 45 minutes cro¬ cheting “wheels” for the tablecloth while listening to the Breakfast Club. Having finished the project, she put the tablecloth momentarily on a pile of papers in the kitchen so that she could answer the tele¬ phone. The apartment janitor came in while she was talking on the phone, picked up the papers, and unknowingly, the tablecloth. Soon her five years of needlework had gone up in smoke. In 1947, pro¬ vided no other disaster intervenes, the McNeills will receive another hand crocheted tablecloth, she says. Walter Blaufuss answered a chal¬ lenge that threatened to upset his reputation as the biggest eater on the Breakfast Club, issued by a fan from Shoemakersville, Pa. (?) . It was reliably reported that the challenger had disposed of 114 clams at one sitting, little neck and all. But Blaufuss won, hands down, in a broadcast. It was somewhat of a jolt to the group to discover they put a hus¬ band in the dog house!?). McNeill received a letter from an Ohio housewife, chiding him for not sending her his photograph, which she’d “requested exactly seven times.” Don hastily sent the photo with a note to the effect that some¬ thing must have gone wrong some¬ where — his files showed no other letter from her. He received a bul¬ ky letter in return and a checkup revealed not only the handful of letters to McNeill but several others in her husband’s coat pocket. % * * Long before the radio ban on weather reports Don observed that he and the cast were going to pro¬ ceed to blow away whatever local l Page