Reveille with Beverly (1943) - full transcript
Beverly Ross moderates a 5:30 AM radio show with swing music, dedicated to the local servicemen. Two buddies of her brother have a chance to meet her and both fall in love. One of them is a wealthy sponsor and the other used to be his chauffeur. Before she can decide which one she prefers, the soldiers have their marching orders and are away to their destination.
- Subtitles -
Lu?s Filipe Bernardes
# He happened to meet her #
# A sweet se?orita #
# One night at a gay love fiesta #
# A picture in fine Spanish laces #
# With one of those pretty faces #
# The music and moonlight #
# The spell of the June night #
# The charm of an old Spanish setting #
# Brought romance and all its glory #
# The start of a sweet love story #
# Ai, ai, ai, ai #
# He won my heart, amigo #
# He said that he loved no one but me #
# So won't to the chapel we go #
# Ai, ai, ai, ai #
# There is a padre we know #
# He'll bring the ring #
# The choir will sing #
# So wish they look amigo #
# He happened to meet her #
# A sweet se?orita #
# One night at a gay love fiesta #
# I picture in fine Spanish laces #
# With one of those pretty faces #
# The music and moonlight #
# The spell of the June night #
# The charm of an old Spanish setting #
# Brought romance and all its glory #
# The start of the sweet love story #
# Ai, ai, ai, ai #
# He won my heart, amigo #
# He said that he loved no one but me #
# So won't to the chapel we go #
# Ai, ai, ai, ai #
# There is a padre we know #
# He'll bring the ring #
# The choir will sing #
# The bells will ring ting-a-ling #
# So wish they look amigo #
Wrap it up.
Would you like to hear
the whole album, Beverly?
Oh, no, please.
- Hello, Beverly.
- Hello, Elmer.
Say, I've been practicing
that step you showed me.
I think I got it down
pretty good, watch.
No, that's not quite right, Elmer,
it's more like this.
Oh, more taps, I think I see now.
- Elmer!
- Yes, Mr. Smith.
Would you like to hear some
more records, Beverly?
I don't think I'd better, Mr. Smith.
That boy's broken more records
than Wirraway.
Beverly, why don't you come back
and work for me?
I sure could use you.
Oh, thanks a lot, Mr. Smith,
but I'm really very happy at KFEL.
You're still trying to get
on the air, eh?
Oh, yes, sir. I'm going to have
my own program.
O hot one with plenty of jive.
Personally, I think the station plays
too many classical records.
- Some people like the classics.
- Some people like spinach.
Now for example, you take
The Road to Mandalay.
With my tires and 4 gallons
of gas a week, nothing doing.
Goodbye.
Hello! Hello!
Oh, she's away from that
switchboard again.
- Where is she?
- I don't know, Mr. Kennedy.
Well, don't just stand there,
go find her!
Go find her?
Mr. Kennedy, I take dictation,
I run that switchboard and...
...now you want me to be a magician.
Mr. Kennedy, I can't do it,
there's just some things that I...
I don't want you to be a magician.
And stop that...
Oh, why should a man be worried
with two such girls?
One that's never here and
the one who is here is a wack!
Oh, no, they turned me down.
Too skinny.
All the red tape, oh, it's awful.
Come back tomorrow, see this man,
see that man,
come in again the next day,
I just couldn't stand that.
Everything else is all wrong...
I'm coming.
KFEL, one moment, please.
Hello, KFEL.
One moment, please.
Mr. Kennedy has been asking
for you, Beverly.
Oh, he always is. Can't I take an hour
for lunch once in a while?
That's your question.
His was, "Where is that Beverly Ross?"
Isn't she ever on the switchboard
except on payday?
He'll have more respect for me
when I click with my radio ideas.
Well, you'll have plenty
of time to practice.
Get in your stall.
My advice to you is stay
in it the rest of the day.
As for me, I'd leave this place tonight
if a knew a fellow that had his ABCs
- ABCs?
- Yeah, A-card, B-card and C-card.
Oh, Elsie!
KFEL.
One moment, please.
Beverly, if I get any calls,
I'll be at home.
- Going so soon?
- So soon?
I get up every morning at 4 o'clock
to be here by 5:30.
I do my broadcast and it's afternoon
before I ever get out of here.
Oh, I'm sick and tired
of being an early-birder.
I know how you feel, Mr. Lewis,
but after all, you have your own program.
But, gee, what I wouldn't give
to have a chance like yours.
This is your early morning
announcer, Beverly Ross,
wishing you a very happy day
until tomorrow morning...
...when the clock again chimes 5:30.
Young lady, I hope your dream
never comes through.
Unless you want indigestion,
heartburn, chronic dyspepsia...
I'd still be thrilled.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Yes, what?
- I bought this for you to, um...
...make up for the one I broke.
Oh, so you're the one who finished
my Schubert's Unfinished Symphony.
Yes, but I got a better one.
Freddie Slack and his Boogie Best
I beg your pardon?
The Cow Cow Boogie. Freddie never
grooved one that was better.
Will you take this ghastly
thing away?
- You don't like Freddie Slack?
- I don't like him and I don't dislike him.
I don't know him.
My program is Symphony at Dawn.
Dew is on the grass, woodwinds,
the white swans stretching
their lazy wings,
And there's going to be no boogie-woogie
to contaminate it with a lot of Cow Cow stuff.
And certainly not in slacks.
- Oh... Oh, Mr. Lewis.
- Yes?
- Your fan mail has doubled today.
- No!
- You got two postcards instead of one.
- Um... thank you.
Dear Vernon Lewis,
in the morning the air is fresh,
clear and invigorating,
You know, I never tire the
thrill of reading...
...how my broadcasts brighten
the dawn for my... many listeners.
Yes, I know, I read them.
You've been listening to Mr. Vernon Lewis,
the early worm who gets the bird.
Oh, Mr. Ryan, At Home With the Olivers
has been changed to studio B.
Thanks.
KFEL.
No, madam, Miss Bunty's Cooking Class
is not on the air today.
Miss Bunty's in the hospital
with a severe case of tonane.
You're welcome, ma'am.
Now, take her out in the air,
take her out in the air.
Beverly, get the agency on the phone,
we've got to get those actors right away.
No, never mind, we haven't
got time. We haven't got...
- You!
- Me?
- Come on, let's go! Come on!
- Oh!
- Pa, so long.
- Goodbye, darling.
The phone!
Maybe it's the boyfriend!
Maybe it's an alert.
- Hello?
- Hello, Mom?
- I'm going on the air.
- Oh, you must be joking.
Oh, it's what you've wanted
for so long.
- Who is it, Mom?
- It's Beverly.
Well, good luck, dear,
and don't be nervous.
Beverly's going on the air.
- Eddie, Beverly's going on the air.
- On the air?
- Now.
- Oh, good!
- Tommy Hough phoned today, Laura Jean.
- What did he want, Mother?
Hello! Hello!
Oh, she's away from that
switchboard again.
If I don't get this call through.
- Shall I try to find her, Mr. Kennedy?
- Oh, yes, Elsie, please do.
Hello! Hello! Hello!
Wait a minute, she's not
at the switchboard!
- Oh, I'm going to see what's the matter...
- Never mind, I'll go see myself!
Oh, I always get in trouble
trying to help somebody...
Look, she's not here.
She's not here at all.
- Get on that switchboard, Elsie.
- Ooh...
Oh... please get on
the switchboard, Elsie.
Thank you, Mr. Kennedy.
You see, you can be nice.
And Mr. Kennedy, I respect you
as a big man.
I'd like to have your picture,
Mr. Kennedy.
You see, I have a book at home
that I paste pictures of big people.
- And I'm just dying to paste you.
- Thank you, Elsie.
You're welcome.
Get on that phone!
And when that leaping
gazelle Beverly gets here,
you tell her to see me for
a farewell look.
KFEL.
Oh...
Oh, you don't tell me.
Oh, you don't tell me.
Oh, you don't tell me.
- Oh...
- Who was that?
He didn't tell me.
You cannot afford to miss one chapter
of this popular Exotic Lotion serial.
And speaking of Exotic Lotion,
does wash day leave your hands
rough and unsightly-looking?
Listen to the way one housewife solved
her wash-day hands problem.
It was my husband who
made me realize...
...that wash-day hands were
threatening our marriage.
That's Beverly now!
But I patted my husband's
cheek and said,
"Darling, you need a shave."
Fancy my embarrassment
when he replied,
"Sweetheart, I just did shave. It's the palm
of your hand that has the whiskers."
Right then I got the idea
that I needed Exotic hand lotion.
Some lotion and some lotion.
So long, folks.
Gotta keep them flying.
Fine, Beverly, fine.
- Oh, what are you doing here?
- Starting my radio career.
That ain't the way I heard it.
The boss wants to see you right away.
Oh...
And furthermore, I'm getting
sick and tired of paging you...
...every time I want to make
a phone call.
But I was only helping
the Oliver family.
They've gotten along without you
for over 200 chapters.
In fact, I can get along without you.
You're through.
Well, if that's the way you feel about it,
there's nothing I can do.
But before I sign off, there's
one thing I've got to say.
Some day you'll say, what a sap I was
not to hold on to that girl.
Because I've got real ideas for radio.
You've told me your ideas
over fifty times.
"What we need are more jam
sessions on the radio." Right?
Right. And you'd be surprised
how many people would go for it.
I'm not gonna find it out.
That's all.
But won't you let me explain about
what happened at the switchboard?
What is there to explain?
Just this. As the Olivers were going
on the air, Mrs. Browning fainted.
It was too late to replace her, so the
director insisted that I read her lines.
- Why didn't you tell me this before?
- You wouldn't give me a chance.
Alright, if you want to stay, take over
the switchboard from twelve to eight.
- Twelve to eight?
- A.M., before I get up.
Oh.
- Good morning, Mr. Lewis.
- Good morning, Beverly, good morning.
- How was your broadcast?
- Wonderful as usual.
Just a minute... Oh, you must
have picked up your mail already.
Yes, I did, when I first came in.
Say, Beverly, I'd like to make
a little change...
- Mr. Lewis!
- What's the matter?
- Oh... you look ill.
- I look ill...
- Oh, Mr. Lewis. Oh, don't faint!
- Why, I'm not going...
Don't faint! Oh... Oh!
- I'll get you some water.
- I don't want any water, I...
- But you do, Mr. Lewis.
- You're acting so silly...
- You're ill, please sit down.
- I don't want to sit down.
- Here, drink this!
- I don't want any water...
Drink it!
I told you I didn't want any water.
What's happened to you, Mr. Lewis?
- What's happened?
- Oh, you're ill and don't know it.
You know? You know, now that
you've mentioned it, I...
I haven't been feeling so well lately.
Oh, Mr. Lewis, you've got to go away.
Go to the mountains,
or go fishing or something.
No, no, no, it can't be done.
Some fool once said,
"The show must go on."
Oh, but can't you find a substitute?
You find one and I'll be up to my knees in
creek water before you can say Tchaikovsky.
Alright, Tchaikovsky.
You're looking at your substitute
right now.
You are listening to KFEL...
...and this is Beverly Ross substituting
for Mr. Vernon Lewis,
bringing you an hour of
early-bird recordings.
I feel like a new broom this morning,
so I'm going to sweep out
the regular symphonic program...
...and start the day off with a sock.
This is the beginning of Beverly's career.
- Hi, want a lift, soldier?
- Why, swell!
Thanks.
- Where to, soldier?
- I'm on my way to camp.
Well, this is a through train.
Good, I was beginning to worry
I'd be late for reveille.
Do you mind if I turn
the radio on?
No, go ahead, help yourself.
Here we go with Count Basie's
recording of the One O'clock Jump.
Hop to it, Count.
If you liked that one,
we've got a lot more.
Hotter than your morning coffee.
If you're lucky enough to have coffee.
I bet she looks like my old
maiden aunt.
There's no way of telling whether you
like my recordings or not because...
...I can't see your faces.
And we can't see yours, sister,
and we don't want to.
Hey, soldier, do you mind
if I get another station?
- Oh, no. I thought the girl was okay.
- So did I.
And I'd venture to say she's better
looking and younger than you think, boss.
No old war horse would be playing jive
at this time of the morning, sir.
I'm still willing to bet she looks like
my old Aunt Mathilda.
If you're serious about that, sir,
I'd be willing to risk a buck
that she's quite a dish, and pretty.
Well, if there were any way of proving it,
Andrew, I'd take you up on it.
- What do you think soldier?
- Well, she's my...
Oh, maybe you're both right.
Well, thanks very much, fellows.
- I'll just be in time for roll call.
- Okay.
Hey, you'll have to pull out of here.
Oh, no, I've got a reservation here
for room and board.
- Oh, a letter of recommendation.
- It is.
Okay, but this is where you
check your chauffeur.
That's where you got me wrong, fellow.
I got a reservation here too.
Now wait a minute. No private cars
allowed on the post.
Now drive that heap over there
and leave it.
All right.
Hey.
I'm working for Uncle Sam now,
carry your own bag.
I guess we're both working for Uncle Sam.
I'm sorry, Andrew, I forgot.
And, um, cut out that Andrew stuff.
From now on it's plain Andy, see?
- Okay, Andy.
- Thank you, sir.
Now wait a minute. No more of that
"sir" stuff. From now on it's plain Barry.
Okay, Barry.
Fresh customers.
- First two bunks to your left.
- Thanks.
Hello, soldiers!
Hey, look. Look who's here.
I didn't expect to see you fellows
so soon again.
These are the two birds
who gave me the lift.
- No kidding.
- Welcome to the Biltmore.
- Thank you.
- You see, the bellboy just went out...
...for his errands, however, I'll be more
than happy to open the doors to your suite.
Suite 16 and suite 17.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
It may take you some a little while
to get used to the place, but...
...us old-timers will show
you the ropes.
- How long have you been here?
- Monday will be a week.
My name's Andy Adams and this is
Barry Lang, he used to be my boss.
But don't hold that against him.
- How are you?
- Hey, Eddie,
Since you guys've already met,
why don't you do the introducing?
- Well, this is Tom McCoy.
- The bandleader?
That's me, in person.
And this bruise is Private Puckett,
better known as Canvassback.
Hiya, fellas.
Hey, didn't I see you fight the main bout
in the Garden last year?
- Yeah.
- No, Canvassback's never been...
...in the main bout. In fact
he's never seen one.
- No?
- You see, on account of his eyes...
...always close in the semi-final.
Hey, what goes on?
What is it, a fire drill?
- Mess call.
- How is the food here?
Oh, terrible. for lunch today
we're only gonna have soup,
steak, baked potatoes, string beans,
apple pie and coffee.
You can't keep your strength
up on that.
- What, no ice-cream?
- That's terrible!
This is Beverly signing off until tomorrow
morning at the same time.
You guys still got that bet on
as to what that dame looks like?
Well, I hadn't given it a second thought,
but I still got a buck says
she's in her foolish forties.
I still got a buck says she ain't.
- You're a persistent guy, aren't you?
- Why not?
And what would be the use?
There'd be no way of proving it.
- Oh, yes, there is.
- How.
You come home with me this weekend.
I imagine she'll be there. She's a very
close friend of my sister's.
- You mean you know her?
- Too well, pal, too well.
Hey, see the way Eddie talks?
Looks like I'd win the bet hands down.
- Hey, Lang and Adams, fall in.
- Okay.
Too bad Eddie had to get stuck
with kitchen police.
It'll seem kind of funny breezing into
his home and introducing ourselves.
I don't care who introduces us
just as long as I win that bet.
Ah, you haven't got a chance.
With you I never have a chance
where there's a babe concerned.
Can I help it if I've got charm?
Charm? Ha!
Soldier, it's your bankroll.
Look, Andy, I'm sick of hearing
about my bankroll.
Have I ever tried to buy my way
out of any dirty work?
No, but all the dames know you're
of the Lang's chocolate millions.
Why don't you try being a Mr. Average
guy for a while, without any dough...
and see where it gets you.
Hey, I'll tell you what I'll do, wiseguy.
If this Beverly is what you think she is,
you be Barry Lang, you be Mr. Rich.
And I'll be Andy Adams,
your ex-chauffeur.
- Are you on the level?
- You're darn right.
You'll get this idea of yours about
being rich out of your head.
Ha, ha, with your dough and my looks
you won't stand a chance.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Won't you come in.
- Thank you, thank you.
- Where's Eddie?
- Well he had a date at camp this weekend.
- He's on K.P.
- Who is it, Beverly?
Friends of Eddie's.
- Are you Beverly Ross?
- That's my name.
Come in and meet the rest
of the family.
Don't say I call my shots.
- What do you think?
- What?
- Eddie's been promoted.
- No!
- He's a K.P.
- No!
This is my husband, Mr. Ross.
- How are you, sir?
- How do you do?
- Oh, Mom...
- And this is my daughter Beverly.
- Hello.
- I have another daughter Evelyn.
- She works at a Defense class.
- Is that so.
- You're Beverly?
- Yes.
- Eddie's sister?
- Yes.
But... there are two Beverlies?
Well, if sons can be named
after their fathers,
why can't daughters be named
after their mothers?
- Which is the one we hear on the radio?
- I've got to plead guilty.
I hope you're not going
to hold it against me.
I've often wondered how many listened
to my daughter on the radio.
Now I know, but this is one more
than I expected.
- Oh, Dad.
- You're just as I pictured you.
Oh, pardon me. I'm Barry Lang.
And this is me...
I mean, Andy Adams.
You won't mind if I leave you.
I've got to take the roast out.
- Oh, not at all.
- Don't forget to save the grease, Ma.
Carrots, celery... um, lettuce.
And, um... more lettuce.
Well, this is quite a victory garden
you've got here.
It's Mom's. She knows how
to raise things.
- I'll say she does.
- Shall we sit down?
Why must a beautiful night like tonight
turn into a horrible morning?
Don't tell me you hate to get up.
Do you like it, I mean, getting up
so early just to broadcast?
Oh, I love it. After all, it's a start in
radio and that's what really counts.
- Have you been in radio long?
- Well, I'm only substituting, but...
what I'd give to have a program
of my own.
You just wish hard enough,
you'll get one.
I'm afraid wishing isn't enough.
Wishing is what keeps us
have-nots going.
You can't all be like my pal Barry...
...who's never had to struggle
for a thing in his life.
I'll bet everything he touches
turns to gold.
Yeah...
Speaking of bets, would you
like a confession?
Well, if you want to give one.
Well, when we first heard you on the radio,
I got the cockeyed notion that you were...
...some old dame with a face
that would stop a tank.
Barry and I made a bet and...
he said you were young
and pretty so I paid off.
Serves you right.
I never paid a bet more
gladly in my life.
Well, I think I'd better be going.
- Thank you for a wondeful evening.
- You'll come again soon, won't you?
- May I?
- I want you to.
- Andy!
- What?
Um... Andy's ready to leave, Barry!
That's fine.
My dear Beverly,
after I left you last night,
I had an idea.
Since you're on the air between
reveille and breakfast,
why not play up to all the boys
in camps all over the country?
I'm sure it would start their
day off just right.
You can guess what it'll do for me.
Would it be a bad idea if you called
your program reveille?
Hoping to see you again soon,
I remain yours sincerely,
Barry... Andy Adams.
This is Station KFEL
Good morning all you nice people...
and a special good morning to all
the boys in camp...
...who have just been blasted out
of your beds by the bugler.
I've just received a letter
from a very dear friend of mine,
Private Andy Adams.
- Hey, that's you!
- Yeah!
And, folks, he suggests that I got to take
this program to all the boys in camp...
...and call it Reveille.
I think that's a grand idea.
But Andy,
do you mind if I add a little touch...
- No!
- Shh!
...and call it "Reveille with Beverly"?
So to all of you the thousands of boys
in service all over the country,
I say a good, good morning.
From no on this is your program
and here's hoping you fellows like it.
If you do, you can thank
Private Andy Adams.
Nice going, Andy.
And you ain't narily bumping
your gums there, bub.
Being in the army isn't so bad when you
have Bob Crosby to play for you before chow.
So here he is with the best
Dixieland band in the land,
playing his own recording of
Big Noise from Winnetka.
This is for Andy, I hope he likes it.
Thanks, Beverly.
# Big noise blew in from Winnetka #
# Stole each girlie's heart and then #
# Big noise blew in from Winnetka #
# Big noise blew right out again #
# Girls were sighing #
# Their boyfriends crying #
# Their hearts were breaking when #
# Big noise blew in from Winnetka #
# Big noise blew right out again #
# Big noise blew in from Winnetka #
# Big noise blew right out again #
And that's a sample of the kind of
reveille you'll get with Beverly.
Plenty of the old barrel house
to get you rolling in the morning.
- Time to get up, sir.
- Huh?
Your exercises are on the air
in two minutes.
Oh, yeah... the exercises.
Exercises are a bore.
I hope all you boys have enjoyed
my jam session...
...equally as well as Symphony at Dawn,
the program which was previously on
at this hour over KFEL.
But I have a feeling the majority of you
prefer Freddy Slack to Beethoven,
or Bob Crosby to Mendelssohn.
Remember, Andy Adams gave me
this bright idea.
How do you feel about it, soldiers?
Will you write in and let me know?
Remember, tomorrow we celebrate
my anniversary.
I will have been on the air one week.
So until tomorrow morning at reveille,
this is Beverly saying, at ease, men.
Trying to put something over on me!
I'll tell that girl!
- Hello, Mr. Smith.
- Hello, Beverly.
Um, Mr. Smith...
- Could I have my job back?
- Well now, Beverly, I...
I don't know...
- Elmer!
- I'm sorry, Mr. Smith.
Can you have your job back.
Just put your hat in there
and go right to work.
Oh, thank you!
- Elmer.
- Yes, Mr. Smith?
You're fired.
Me?
- What's all that?
- Fan mail.
Fan mail? It must be a
month's accumulation.
It all came this morning
from soldiers.
- Soldiers?
- Yes.
What is this, um...
Reveille with Beverly program?
Oh, it's one of our... huh?
Why, it's terrific, whose idea was it?
Oh, um... well, it was a little idea
I whipped up myself.
- Little idea?
- Well...
Lewis got sick, I had to have
something quick to take his place...
...and I didn't want to bother my ideal men
with such an early show, you know.
Why, it's topped anything
we've had on the air.
Look at this mail, listen to this.
"Dear Beverly, your program
was grand.
When a Scotsman spends one cent and expects
no returns, you may be sure you are good.
Signed, um... Private Angus MacPherson.
- Angus MacPherson...
- Yeah.
Are all these letters for
Reveille with Beverly?
Why, that's nothing.
Wait till you see the other loads.
Congratulations. Ideas like this
only come once in a lifetime.
Yeah, that's right...
just once in a lifetime.
Elsie, get me Lamb, Curry and Rice.
No, I'm not hungry! That's the name
of our advertising firm, remember?
She's as dumb as Beverly.
Beverly!
"N" as in... no coffee.
- "O" as in...
- What are you doing?
I'm sending a telegram to Mr. Vernon
Louis telling him to hurry home.
Tell him to stay there
for the duration.
Tell him to stay there
for the duration.
Get me Lamb, and if you can't get
me Lamb, get me Rice. And get Beverly.
Get Beverly, get Lamb, get Rice,
get Curry.
Mr. Kennedy they're so hard
to get I think they're all rationed.
Hello? It's Mr. Lamb, do you want
to take it, Mr. Kennedy?
I'll take it right here.
Hello? Hello, Lamb, oh have I got
a great radio show for you.
If you can't sell this to a sponsor,
you'd better quit.
- Yeah, you oughta quit.
- Is it good?
- Is it good?
- It's gotten over 1.000 letters already.
It's got over 5.000 letters already.
Just a minute. Would you mind
if I take this alone?
- No, sir.
- Thanks very much.
Hello. Five-thirty.
Yes, in the morning.
Well get up!
Better still don't go to bed.
Goodbye.
Hello? Beverly?
Mr. Kennedy, it's Beverly,
you want to take her?
I'll take it here.
Hello, Beverly, this is Mr. Kennedy.
Say, Beverly, I was thinking of what
happened this morning and I...
I've decided to give you
your job back.
Well, thanks, Mr. Kennedy, but I'm not
cut out to be a switchboard operator.
Oh, no, no, I mean on the air
with your own program, um...
Um, Reveille with Beverly.
At a substantial raise, of course.
Oh, but... you said you
didn't like swing.
I said that?
Now, you know the majority of our listeners
prefer Freddie Slack to Beethoven...
...and Bob Crosby to Mendelssohn.
Oh, but... what about Vernon Louis?
Vernon Louis? By the time he
gets back, we'll have television.
And who can stand looking
at that face?
You will? You will come?
Wonderful!
Oh! Oh...
Mr. Smith, I got my job back
at the station!
Isn't it wonderful? And, Mr. Smith,
you know where my heart is, radio.
And.. oh, well, gee, anybody
in the world could do this job...
and besides, you wouldn't be
missing me very much anyway...
Oh, thanks a lot, Mr. Smith,
and goodbye, Mr. Smith.
I know you'll understand, Mr. Smith.
I'll make you proud of me yet, Mr. Smith.
Oh, um... charge them.
Charge them?
Elmer, come on back to work.
Hey, tell the colonel I'm having
my breakfast in bed.
Maybe he'd like to join me.
Hey, Andy, turn on the radio,
Beverly's on.
Alright.
Good morning, everybody. And a special good
morning to all our boys in the Armed Forces.
When I took that suggestion
of Private Andy Adams',
I really didn't know what
I was letting myself in for.
You can say that again.
But you men have no idea what
your letters did for me.
And speaking of writing, your letters
have been pouring in by the thousands.
It's good to know that
you all are with me.
The cad!
Why, I've been asked to
settle bets, send photos,
how much I weight, if I have
a sweetheart of my own.
And there are so many requests for numbers
that I couldn't possibly play them all.
However, digging in partially
into my mail bag,
I've come up with a request from sailor
Franklin Delano Lincoln Van Buren Jones.
He wants me to give him
a Duke Ellington classic.
Well, sailor, that's easy.
I have one here with some fancy licks.
It's the Duke's recording of
Take the A Train.
Hot dog!
# Hurry, hurry, hurry #
# Take the A train #
# To get to Sugar Hill #
# Way up in Harlem #
# If you should take the A train #
# You'll get to where you're going #
# In a hurry #
# Hurry, hurry, hurry #
# Now it's coming #
# Can't you hear the rails a-thrumming #
# If you should miss the A train #
# You'll miss the quickest way #
# To get to Harlem #
- Good morning, Maggie!
- Good morning.
I overslept, I almost didn't make it.
Hey!
It's almost time for your
morning exercises, sir.
Oh, yeah, thank you, Watson.
Exercise.
I want you to remember, your new
master of ceremonies is Vernon Lewis.
From now at Reveille, we're going
to have little talks like this.
It's Lewis!
Watson, my clothes!
The studio door was locked and...
...there was Mr. Lewis inside sticking
his tongue out at me.
I wish you'd tell him where
he gets off.
I wish you'd tell her where
she gets off.
You were just pinch-hitting for me.
I might have been pinch-hitting,
but I got to first base.
Now, please, I'm sure this whole matter
can be settled very easily, Vernon.
- We'll give you another program.
- A new program?
Why, my symphony-adoring fans
would rebel.
And besides, nobody's going to steal a program
from under my nose and get away with it.
Please, let's talk this thing
over calmly.
I'm very calm, Mr. Kennedy, very!
But I might remind you that if this
station tries to double-cross me,
my brother-in-law will pull his RaiCo
program right out of this station.
Very well, for the time being you go on
with your Symphony at Dawn.
I see, I don't happen to be lucky enough
to have a rich brother-in-law,
but I know the sign-off signal
when I hear it.
I'm glad everything's been
settled so amicably.
I knew you'd see it my way.
I didn't see anything your way!
And like an elephant, I never forget.
Now you get out of here.
- Get out of my office.
- Why...
Come on, outside.
I showed him... he...
Oh... oh!
- Mr. Smith.
- Yes?
Well! What, again?
- Yes.
- Elmer.
Elmer!
Yes, Mr. Smith.
Don't tell me.
This is getting monotonous.
Hey, we're forgetting Beverly. Turn on the
radio, Andy, maybe she's on this morning.
That Lewis guy couldn't contaminate
the air two days in a row, could he?
This is Vernon Lewis presenting
for your pleasure Symphony at Dawn.
Why don't somebody get some chloroform
and dip some drops on that drip's mike?
We will start this morning's program
off with Tosti's Good-bye.
And you'll end up with the
same tune, brother!
Beverly couldn't have overslept
two days in a row, could she?
No, she's too ambitious. I tell you,
there's something rotten in Denmark.
Well, maybe there is. But first
we've got to find out about Beverly.
We'll take care of Denmark later.
Are you kidding?
If you ask me, it's a pleasure
not to have to listen to her.
Nobody's asking you.
Andy's got a pass. I think it's up to him
to find out what's wrong.
You've got a pass too,
why don't you find out?
You gave her the idea of calling
her program Reveille, didn't you?
- Well, I don't see what...
- Hey, look!
Since the two of you both know her,
I appoint you as a committee of one
to represent us.
All those in favor say Aye!
Good.
- There you are, sir.
- Thanks a lot, Mr. Lang.
Now just forget all about Lewis.
Well, good day, sir.
Oh, Mr. Lang, there's one thing
we haven't settled.
We haven't decided on the
number of times...
...you want Lang's Chocolate mentioned
on the broadcast.
I don't care if you never mention it.
All I want to do is make
a lot of pals happy.
And a certain young lady.
I can't tell you how much I miss
you boys at camp.
And I'm selfish enough to hope that...
you might be missing me.
Here's a record that I'd be playing for you
if I were still greeting you at Reveille.
He's one of my favorite singers.
Frank Sinatra.
Singing one of my favorite songs.
Night and day.
# Night and day #
# You are the one #
# Only you beneath the moon #
# And under the sun #
# Whether near to me or far #
# It's no matter, darling, where you are #
# I think of you #
# Day and night #
# Night and day #
# Why is it so #
# That this longing for you #
# Follows wherever I go? #
# In the roarin' traffic's boom #
# Or in the silence of my lonely room #
# I think of you #
# Day and night #
# Night and day #
# Under the hide of me #
# There's an oh such a hungry yearning #
# Burning inside of me #
# And its torment won't be through #
# 'Til you let me spend my life #
# Making love to you day and night #
# Night and day #
# Night and day #
# Under the hide of me #
# There's an oh such a hungry yearning #
# Burning way down inside of me #
# And its torment won't ever be through #
# 'Til you let me spend life #
# Making love to you #
# Day and night #
# Night and day #
That was like a breath of old times.
It's nice getting back with you fellows.
And I miss those letters.
There's a place down the road
for people who talk to themselves.
Besides, there's a gentleman
waiting to see you.
Oh, yes, Mr. Kennedy, is there
something I can do for you?
- Um, yes, I'd like some records.
- Oh, perhaps a concerto?
Oh, no, I want something hot,
one that'll give you the hives.
- Oh, you mean jives.
- Jives, yes! Jives...
- Are you feeling all right?
- I never felt better in all my life.
But you used to prefer the classics.
Oh, no, no, I want something
that'll put you in the groove,
rather solid, through the gate.
Classics are off the cob, in shallow water,
they're icky... Icky?
- Yes, icky.
- Sure.
Everybody knows the majority of people
prefer Freddie Slack to Beethoven and, um...
Bob Crosby to Mendelssohn.
Mendelssohn, yeah!
Mendelssohn...
If you're through being funny, Mr. Kennedy,
I'll go back to my work.
No, wait, Beverly, I have great
news for you.
You're going back on the air
again Monday morning.
Back on the air?
With a raise, a sponsor and
twenty-six weeks guaranteed.
- Am I hearing things?
- Good things for you.
But what is Mr. Lewis going to do?
Mr. Lewis knows what he can do.
And that goes for his woodwinds too.
Come on now, get your hat, let's go.
- Oh... Mr. Smith!
- Yes?
I've got my job back at the studio,
Mr. Smith, and this time it's for keeps.
I've got a contract.
Oh, Mr. Smith, I know you'll
understand, and...
...I'll give your shop a plug
on the air, Mr. Smith.
Oh, gee, thanks for everything and...
You've certainly been swell to me,
Mr. Smith and... I'll never forget you.
Well, goodbye, Mr. Smith and, oh...
Mr. Kennedy, this is Mr. Smith.
- Hi, Mr. Smith... Kennedy...
- Oh, charge them, Mr. Smith.
Charge them, Mr. Smith, charge...
Elmer.
- Hello, Andy.
- Hello.
Come on in.
Gee, I'm glad you came.
- You're just in time for dinner.
- Swell.
- Say, Beverly...
- Where's Barry, isn't he with you?
- No, why?
- I want to thank him for what he did.
- What he did? Say, look, Beverly...
- Haven't you heard?
He sponsored my show.
I'm guaranteed at least twenty-six weeks.
- Isn't it marvelous?
- Yeah, yeah, that's fine...
Look, Beverly, there's something
I've got to tell you.
What is it?
Well, before Andy...
Barry and I met you, um...
We made sort of a bet.
Oh, about my being funny-looking.
You told me about that.
No, no, it wasn't that, it was about, um...
people having money.
I don't understand.
Well, in simple words, Beverly,
I am not...
Oh, excuse me.
- Barry, I'm so glad you came!
- Hello, Beverly.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Oh, Barry, how can I ever
thank you for what you did?
You've just made me the happiest
girl in the world.
Well, you're making me feel
pretty good too.
- But what's it all about?
- Oh, isn't he sweet?
He spends thousands of dollars
and makes believe it's nothing.
Yeah, he's too modest.
Thousands of dollars?
Oh, look.
During the course of the day
I make out so many checks...
Which one are you talking about?
- Oh, Barry...
- Hello, boys.
Mr. Lang, we don't know how to thank you
for what you've done for our Beverly.
Thanks, Mr. Lang.
- Great guy, huh?
- Whatever it was, it was nothing.
Nothing? To spend all that money
to sponsor Beverly's program?
I only hope she lives up to your
expectations, and I know she'll try.
Hiya, fellas!
For me? Gee, thanks!
This is my other daughter Evelyn
that I told you about.
- Hi.
- She's a riveter in an aircraft plant.
- She is a little jumpy, isn't she?
- Yeah, I do shake a little, don't I?
I'm sorry. Hi!
Oh... excuse me!
Well, so long, folks, gotta
keep them flying.
- Bye.
- Goodbye.
Maybe that's an alert.
Hello?
Oh, yes, dear.
It's Eddie.
What's that?
Oh all right, dear.
Goodbye.
Eddie says for us to go ahead
with dinner, he'll be home later.
So I guess we'd better get started.
Might as well.
Come on, son.
- Oh, my goodness.
- What's the matter?
It's almost midnight.
Oh, that's all right. I don't have to be
back to camp before tomorrow night.
But I have to be at the station
early tomorrow morning.
Sunday?
Well, I have to straighten out my records
and rehearse my program and...
Well, after all, you want me to be good
on Monday morning, don't you?
My first day for Lang's chocolates.
Well, I hate to do it, but...
if I must, I must.
- Oh, Barry!
- Barry?
Uh... Barry's ready to leave, Andy!
Good night, Beverly. And good luck
Monday, we'll all be rooting for you.
- Thank you, Andy.
- Goodbye!
- Good night, boys.
- Good night, good night.
Oh, here comes Eddie.
- Hello, guys.
- Hello, Eddie.
- What does the other guy look like, Pop?
- There he is.
- Well, good night.
- So long, Eddie.
Good night, boys, good night.
How are you, beautiful?
Say, Pop, you'd be in a fine fix
if there was an alert now.
Oh, I never thought of that.
Get me out of this.
- I'll run up and get your room ready, dear.
- Thanks, Mom.
Say, Barry's got you tied up better than
one of his boxes of chocolates.
Barry? You mean Andy, don't you,
the fellow with the moustache?
- Well, you pointed at Barry.
- I always thought his name was Andy.
No, the guy with the moustache,
the one that bandaged you...
...was Barry Lang, the chocolate king.
The other guy is Andy Adams,
his ex-chauffeur.
- Are you sure?
- Hm?
Are you sure?
Why, sure I'm sure.
Oh, I see.
She's on!
Good morning, boys, this is Beverly.
Yes, I'm back, and I'll be here
at the same time every morning...
...as long as you and Lang's
Chocolates want me.
Hey, you guys sure did a swell job
getting Beverly back on the air.
Nothing to it, nothing to it.
Well, you know, enough talk...
Good morning, Maggie.
I'll never be able to broadcast,
I'm all out of breath.
Seems you're out of luck too.
Why, you...
Come on, let me in!
Just a minute, boys, my records
are a little mixed up.
Cow-Cow...
Have you got a passkey, Maggie?
No, but I got a letter came
early this morning for you.
- Special delivery.
- Oh... my fans writing in again.
Greetings!
Is something wrong, Mr. Lewis?
I'm drafted.
God bless America.
We'll open our program with a number
that stopped Ferdinand the Bull...
...from smelling flowers and sent him
chugging on down to the bullring.
In fact, the entire country is cow-cowing
to Freddie Slack and his Cow Cow Boogie.
The vocal is by Ella Mae Morse.
# Out on the plains #
# Down near Santa Fe #
# I met a cowboy #
# Riding the range one day #
# And as he jogged along #
# I heard him singing #
# A most peculiar cowboy song #
# It was a ditty he learned in the city #
# Ah, comma ti, ii, yi, aay #
# Comma ti, yipply, yi, aay #
# Get along, get hip little doggies #
# Get along #
# Better be on your way #
# Get along #
# Get hip, little doggies #
# And he trucked 'em on down #
# The old fairway #
# Singing his cow cow boogie #
# In the strangest way #
# Comma ti, ii, yi, aay #
# Comma ti, yipply, yi, aay #
# Singing his cowboy songs #
# He's just too much #
# He's got a knocked out western accent #
# With a Harlem touch #
# He was raised on loco weed #
# He's what you call #
# A swing half-breed #
# Singing his cow, cow boogie #
# In the strangest way #
# Comma ti, ii, yi, aay #
# Comma ti, yipply, yi, aay #
# Get along little doggies #
# Better be on your way, your way #
# Get along, little doggies #
# And he trucked 'em on down #
# The old fairway #
# Singing his cow, cow boogie #
# In the strangest way #
# Comma ti, ii, yi, aay #
# Comma ti, yipply, yi, aay #
# Yip yip, singing his cowboy songs #
# Yip yip as he was juggling along #
# Yip yip, he sings with a Harlem touch #
# Yip yip, that cat is just too much #
# Singing his cow, cow boogie #
# In the strangest way #
# Comma ti, ii, ii, ii, ii, aay #
And now, before proceeding
with the next number,
I have some very good news
for all you boys in camp.
In response to your many letters,
I've received commission to visit
various camps in person...
...for our broadcast and do some shows.
- Hey, that's swell, huh?
- Hey, maybe we can get a date.
Beverly... in... poison.
2 day at...
- 4:30.
- What's that?
Beverly in poison?
Beverly in person. Say, what's the matter,
can't you guys read right?
Hey, today at 4:30.
I'll bet you she's coming here
to see me.
It wouldn't enter that thick skull of yours
that she might be coming to see me.
Now wait a minute, I'm still
head man there.
I can just see her now asking me
up on that platform.
- As the guest of honor.
- Yeah, well if you get on that platform...
- Hey, wait a minute.
- What's the matter?
- She can't see either one of us.
- Why not?
- Because you lied to her.
- I lied to her?
- About our names.
- Now wait a minute,
you're the one that suggested
we change our names.
Nevertheless if she calls you Barry
and me Andy in front of this gang,
she's going to find out that you're me.
I mean, that I'm not you.
Well, anyway, what's she
going to think?
- Well, that's not good, is it?
- Hey, fellas.
- How do you spell "admission"?
- A-D-M-I-S-S-I-O-N.
Thank you.
Hey, Eddie, I wonder what happened
to Barry and Andy.
I don't know.
- Hi, fellas!
- Hi, Beverly!
This is Beverly, a little late for reveille,
coming to you from KFEL
and broadcasting from camp.
I want to thank Colonel Humphrey
for sanctioning this broadcast.
Take a bow, Colonel.
And now I want to present to you...
...two boys who are responsible
for me being back on the air.
It gives me great pleasure to present...
Privates Barry Lang and Andy Adams.
Take a bow, fellas.
Oh, boys, I'm sorry, and friends
of my radio audience, but...
I will be unable to present my
two friends at this time.
I've just received the
following note, quote:
Dear Beverly, sorry we could not
attend your broadcast...
...as Barry and myself have just
contracted a severe case of mumps.
But we will be listening.
Signed, Andy Adams. Unquote.
Boys, I'm so sorry to hear
of your sudden attack.
And may I wish you a speedy recovery.
But as soon as my broadcast is over,
I'm certainly going to pay you a visit.
Mumps or no mumps.
How do you like that?
That was something.
That was a very brilliant
idea of yours...
...sending her that note telling her
we had the mumps.
I had to make up some sort of an excuse
for us not being there tonight.
What's the matter,
couldn't you spell pneumonia?
And now to start the show off right,
you've heard them on records
and you're to meet them in person.
Four men and a guitar,
The Mills Brothers.
- Hiya, fellows.
- How are you, Miss Beverly?
- Hiya, fellows, hiya, gang.
- Hi, Mills Brothers!
# Now, if you meet a suntanned lady #
# Full of life and hidey hadey #
# Big brown eyes, a little bit shady #
# That's Sweet Lucy Brown #
# Boys in town are dyin' to meet her #
# Millionaires line up to greet her #
# There ain't no gal in Georgia #
# Sweeter than Sweet Lucy Brown #
# When she talks she sure sounds funny #
# Yowzer, mister #
# When she kisses it tastes like honey #
#I don't mean maybe, she's a pretty baby #
# Listen fellows I'm confessin' #
# Take a tip and stop your guessin' #
# If it's love then take a lesson #
# From Sweet Lucy Brown #
# Oh, Lucy #
# Oh, Lucy Brown #
# Oh, Lucy #
# Oh, Lucy #
# Oh, Lucy Brown #
# Oh, Lucy #
# Oh, Lucy #
# Oh, Lucy Brown #
# Oh, Lucy #
# Ain't no gal in Georgia that's sweeter #
# Than Sweet Lucy Brown #
You boys should have reported
on Sick Call this morning.
Much pain?
Get away, doc...
You boys will have to keep warm.
Very warm!
In fact, the colonel's gonna make it
good and hot for you!
Come on!
This was your idea, writing this
letter about the mumps.
And now, while they're setting up backstage,
and to avoid a load to our radio listeners,
I have a big surprise for you.
The two boys who weren't able
to appear earlier in the program are here.
They rose from their sickbeds
just to make this appearence...
...and are probably facing a relapse
in order not to disappoint us.
So here they are in person,
mumps and all,
Private Barry Lang and Andy Adams.
If what you say is true about them
changing their names, I bet you...
Shh! Watch the fun.
First I want you to meet
the sponsor of my program.
Barry Lang. Let's give him
a great big hand.
- Well, what's the matter?
- That's not Barry.
- That isn't Barry Lang?
- No.
- Then who is he?
- That's Andy Adams.
- Well, then who is this?
- Barry Lang!
Boy, is she fixing them.
Well, you people listening in are probably
wondering what this is all about.
Frankly, I'm wondering too.
Perhaps one of you can explain.
Well, what's so funny?
You!
That's the juiciest case of mumps
I ever saw in my life.
Ladies and gentlemen, for reasons
beyond our control,
we will be unable to continue
with this interview.
And now those imitators
who cannot be imitated.
Those boys of a thousand voices...
...who flew all the way from New York
just to be here with you boys.
The Radio Rogues.
Come on out, boys.
- Hiya, fellas!
- Hiya, fellas!
Hiya, there!
Ladies and gentlemen, this is John Nesbitt
speaking for radio's Passing Parade...
and bringing to you now the Irish
minstrel boy Martin Downey.
# Wabash moon keep shining on #
# The one who waits for me #
Ah, you see, he's suffering, hmm.
Say, did you ever come home...
and wish that you had a fresh cigarette...
...wrapped in cellophane, did you, hm?
Well, why don't you go out
and buy some?
# Tell her how I'm pining #
# Keep on shining #
# Wabash moon #
Dear, dear, good evening
ladies and gentlemen.
This is the old mouse trap, bad birdie
and all the lads, so help me.
Priorities, ladies and gentlemen,
priorities.
The good maestro coming to you
for good old miracle beer.
Yeah? Now listen, slug,
there's only one guy around here
that brings beer, you understand?
And that's me.
The minute somebody gets shot
around here you guys get tough...
...and start knifing each other.
Now go on, scram, will you?
And now, fellows, here comes
that lovable character,
your old friend Uncle Ezra.
Come on in, Uncle Ezra!
I got it, young fella.
Hello, everybody.
This is the powerful little
firefighter in coal's county.
And now, before you give me
a two-time tooting on me,
I've brought with me a couple of pals
of mine from Pine Reeds, Lum and Abner.
Come on in, Lum.
Well, thank you, Uncle Ezra.
Howdy, everybody, this is Lum that's doing
the talking to y'all.
And I'm right mighty proud
to be down here tonight.
Well, good for you, Lum,
good for you.
Time, 7:15, brought to you in person,
Amos and Andy.
Giddyup.
Hello, this is the taxicab driver called
Amos Jones speaking.
And who is that on the
telephone, Amos?
Well, um, lad, where is you going,
where is you going, son?
Mother of kingfish,
I done going down to
the drugstore...
...to get 10c worth of achromatic
spirits of pneumonia.
Ah, you's doubled the guzzard.
Agua, agua, agua...
Quite so cupcakes, cornflakes, um...
Now, everybody, I'd like you
to meet a man you all love.
You all know him, Clark Gable.
Come in, Private Clark.
Yeah, give it 'em, baby.
Yeah, come on in, Scarlet.
There's no reason why you
shouldn't have a nightcap...
...just because I'm ill-bred enough
to be at home.
Sit down.
Now, don't give yourself any airs.
I know you drink and I know
how much you drink.
Do you think I care if you
like your liquor?
And by the way, honey,
How does it feel, my pet, to have the woman
you hate cloak your sins for you?
Good night, Scarlet.
And now, ladies and gentlemen...
Halle, Hallelujah...
The originator of the original quiz shows,
the one and only Professor Whiz.
- Is that correct, Professor?
- Absolutely correct, absolutely correct.
And now my first contestant.
Over here, young man. Why...
- Why, who are you?
- Wouldn't you like to know.
- Well, I certainly would like to know.
- Let's not get nosy, bub.
Oh, Red Skelton, eh?
Not Red Skelton? Then who are you?
I'm a bad boy.
Oh, Lou Costello.
Now, Lou...
You know what a football is.
You know what a basketball is,
and you know what a baseball is.
Now...
What is a golfball?
What is a what, Professor Whiz?
What is a golfball?
Well, Professor Whiz,
a golfball is something a man chases when
he gets too old to chase anything else.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
this is Don Wilson speaking from
Los Angeles, California,
and taking you now direct to New York City
in Madison Square Garden.
And the winner...
and still greatest heavyweight...
# When the moon comes over #
# The mountain #
Hello, everybody.
And now, folks, on my next program,
I'm going to sing a song dedicated
to Emperor Hirohito.
I'll be glad when you're dead,
you rascal you.
Taps when sounded means that
it's time to go to sleep.
We now present a new form of taps.
One I'm sure will keep you awake.
# Thumbs up for victory #
# Soldiers and soldiers fight side to side #
# Forever together #
# And never say nigh #
# Marching along to the beaches of France #
# For the sake of a swell of a swell of the land #
# All for the love of the USA #
# Thumbs up and V for victory #
# On land or sea for victory #
# Ten million Yanks #
# From Schenectady to Kalamazoo #
# To Kokomo are ready to go #
# Let's keep old glory in the sky #
# Our Yankee rainbow riding high #
# Roll up your sleeves and help the gal #
# Who carries a torch to hold his heart #
# Whatever befalls #
# America calls #
# Thumbs up and V for victory #
On the land!
On the sea!
In the air!
Everywhere!
# Thumbs up and V for victory #
# America calls #
# America calls #
# Whatever befalls #
What happened, Mr. Kennedy?
They've been ordered out, honey, but we must
continue on as though nothing has happened.
I hope Beverly knew we were moving
and not just walking out on her.
Now I hate them Japs worse than ever.
I wonder if she's still on the air.
This is Beverly continuing
our broadcast from camp.
Hm, that girl's solid.
Trust her to not to let anyone on the
outside know we're pushing off.
Before I present the next number, I have
a personal message for Barry and Andy...
...if you're still listening.
Please don't think I'm angry about
the little joke you played,
because I've known for a long time
which is which.
And Andy, you didn't have to pretend.
Because all the money in the world
couldn't have made you any sweeter.
And Barry, I think the same of you
as I do of Andy.
Just remember that... wherever you go,
I'll be thinking of you.
All right, you men, fall in outside.
Come on, make it snappy.
Let's go, fellows, come on.
Because I love you both.
And both have a raincheck on love.
# On land or sea for victory #
This is Beverly saying goodbye.
# Ten million Yanks #
# From Schenectady to Kalamazoo #
# To Kokomo are ready to go #
# Let's keep old glory in the sky #
# Our Yankee rainbow riding high #
# Roll up your sleeves and help the gal #
# Who carries a torch to hold his heart #
# Whatever befalls #
# America calls #
# America calls #