The Phil Silvers Show (1955–1959): Season 3, Episode 16 - Doberman the Crooner - full transcript
Bilko hears a recording made by a mystery singer & sets out to find out who the voice belongs to. Doberman is the mystery singer & Bilko sets up an audition at a record company. Is Duane about to become the nation's next big thing?
(barking orders)
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
- Boy, he sends me.
- It's the most.
What is it, a crap game? I'm in!
- How much a...
- Shh!
- Listen, this guy is great.
- Which guy?
Who is it? What guy?
Must be Tony Martin.
Boy, he sure can sing.
It's not Tony Martin.
It's Frankie boy.
Oh whoever he is,
he's the greatest.
What're you all nuts?
That's an old Bing
Crosby record.
That's what I like a difference
in opinion are there any bets?
Oh, you and your bets.
All right, you wanna bet,
make up, who do you say it is?
I got a buck and
bet it's Bing Crosby.
- He bets on Crosby.
- I say it's Frankie boy.
All right. Hold it! Hold it!
All bets are off.
You're all wrong.
It's a homemade
record. It's nobody.
What do you mean?
Hey Sarge, what,
what's on the label?
Send a recording to your
loved ones for 25 cents.
Hey, it's a record from one
of those machines in the PX.
Well, everybody was
fooled. Even the girls flipped.
Always ready to
jump to conclusions.
I'll bet! I'll bet! No
wonder he's always empty.
One thing we do know,
somebody on this post
has got a million dollar voice.
- A million dollar voice!
- Sarge, do you think maybe...
I don't have to think. You
saw it with your own eyes.
He pulverized those girls.
Gentlemen, I am
holding in my hand,
the next singing
idol of this nation.
Boy, is he lucky. He's
luckier than he thinks.
From now on, I'm
gonna manage him.
Rocco, get the guy and bring
him to my room, right away.
- Yeah.
- Here's what you do.
- Yeah.
- We start a publicity...
Sarge, Sarge who?
Him, whatchamacallit,
wait a minute,
there's no name on this.
It could be any
soldier on the post.
Sure, Fort Baxter's a big place.
Tell you what you
do, you gotta hurry
because we've gotta find him
before Ed Sullivan finds him.
Get over to personnel,
and get me a list
of every man in Fort Baxter
and we'll check him off
one by one till we
find the one who sings.
But listen Sarge, listen
Sarge, that's gonna take weeks.
So what? We're diggin' for
diamonds, we've gotta dig.
Protect this record
with your life.
Come on! Move! Move!
Every minute we don't find
him... (barking orders)move!
Hey, where did everybody go?
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
Look, Freda, I'm
not getting personal.
All I wanna know is if you dated
any of the guys from the post,
did they ever try
to sing to you?
Sing? Are you kidding?
They don't even wanna
waste time talking.
Look Freda, if anybody
serenades you, you'll let me know.
- Promise me.
- Oh sure.
If I go out with Nelson
Eddy, I'll get in touch with you.
Please, Freda, this is serious.
Sarge, the Colonel's
office called.
He wants his
monthly expenditures.
Well, get 'em
over to his office.
No he went home for lunch.
Well, get 'em over to his house.
Leave me alone, I'm busy.
Look, how about
your girlfriends?
Hey, Gomez, take this
over to the Colonel's house.
- The Colonel's house
- The Colonel's house.
- The Colonel's house.
- The Colonel's house.
Freda, promise me, if anybody
as much as hums to you,
you let me know.
- Oh sure, sure, sure.
- All right, Freda.
- Hey Ernie! Ernie!
Oh good, did you get
those personnel records?
No, we couldn't the
Colonel took them home.
Edna said, he wanted
to look them over.
The Colonel? We need
them more than he does.
He can look at them any time.
I gotta get 'em back right away.
I'll call him. Dime!
Dime! Dime! Dime!
Dee Dee Dum Dum Dum...
Lunch will be ready
in a minute, dear.
Good, I'm starved. What is it?
It's a recipe I got from
your Mess Sgt. Ritzik.
(Doorbell rings)
I'll get it dear.
(Telephone rings)
Don't be confused dear.
You get the door and
I'll answer the phone.
Of course. Come in.
Here are the monthly expenditure
reports from the motor pool, Sir.
Hello? Yes.
This is Sgt. Bilko, Mrs. Hall.
I sent one of my men
over with some papers.
Would you please have
the Colonel send him back
with the personnel
records, please?
Just a second.
Dear, Sgt. Bilko.
Bilko? What's wrong?
Nothing, he just
wants this young man
to bring back the
personnel records.
Oh, where did I put them?
Well, you put some papers on
your desk when you came home.
I'll take a look. Wait
here Doberman.
- Yes, Sir.
- I'm sure they're in here.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
It's the voice. Hello there!
Say, you singing on
the phone! You there!
Who's that singing?
Gave Me Her Pro...
- Here they are.
- Thank you Ma'am.
Dum, Dee, Dum, Dum, Dum
Sgt. Bilko, I found the
records and... what?
Never mind that Mrs. Hall,
who was that just singing there?
Well, the Colonel's
been singing, but... what?
Well, yes of course
I'm sure. Hello? Hello?
Col. Hall is the phantom voice?
- You heard him?
- Col. Hall?
- Even his own wife says it's him.
- Colonel?
I better make sure.
I'll call him back, dime!
Dime! Dime! Dime!
This could be fantastic.
Hello Sir, this is the Sing
a Song TV quiz program.
The what?
The Sing a Song TV show.
We have spun our big lucky
wheel and you may be our winner.
Are you surprised?
Why, that's wonderful.
I've never won
anything in my life.
- How much did I win?
- Oh not so fast.
You'll have to
play the game first.
He is funny?
I'm just explaining to
the studio audience,
how anxious you were, Sir.
Now to win, you'll have
to sing the first few lines
of Annie Laurie.
Oh I know that
by heart. It goes,
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
Hello? Hello?
- Nell! Quick!
- What is it dear?
Turn on the Sing a Song
show, I think I'm on it.
The Colonel sent
the reports back.
- Where's Bilko?
- He's busy in there.
Just leave them with me here.
Okay.
I don't get it.
The voice we heard on the
telephone is the same voice
that's on the record.
- There's no doubt about it.
Yeah, but when you asked the
Colonel to sing, it was terrible.
There must have been
somebody else there.
Wait a minute, I sent
Zimmerman over to get the reports.
Zimmerman? Do you suppose?
Zimmerman, did you get those
expenditure sheets to the Colonel?
The expenditure sheet?
Oh yeah, he sent these
personnel records back to you.
Good boy, you give him
something to do, he delivers.
Good old Zimmerman, how
are you feeling baby boy?
Fine. Fine.
It's good to be back
in your own little bunk
relaxing after a hard day's work?
- Yeah.
It makes you feel like
singing a little song.
- Sing? Sing.
- But what?
Well, what do you
want me to sing?
Anything my good friend.
Come on little man, sing!
Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells, Jingle All The Way...
How do you explain it?
I don't understand,
the only ones there
was the Colonel and Zimmerman.
It's gotta be the Colonel.
Maybe it was a bad connection.
I'll call him again,
dime! Dime! Dime! Dime!
Hello.
Sir, this is the TV Sing
a Song program again.
I guess we were cut off.
Say I wondered what happened.
Ah, what channel are
you on? Oh in New York.
Now Sir, we would like
to see you win that prize,
so if you don't mind,
Annie Laurie once again.
Quiet in the studio, please.
Why certainly.
Maxwellton's Braes...
Hello, hello, operator,
you cut me off.
I was singing to New York.
What kind of an Army is this,
peeling potatoes, making
beds, mopping floors?
The Army's gonna
make a maid out of me.
Hey, you want me
to help you, Dino?
Nah, thanks. I'm almost
through Doberman.
Watch it Doberman.
Here's some more
potatoes for you, Dino.
Ritzik wants you to peel them.
Doesn't he know the Doctor said
I should keep
away from starches?
Don't complain to
me, my Doctor said
I should stay away
from Ritzik's cooking.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
The voice!
Hey Doberman, I'm hungry.
Will you get me a little
liverwurst from the freezer?
Sure Dino.
Who put my friend
Paparelli on KP?
- You did, Sarge.
- Well, it was an oversight, Dino.
Oh we should help
out, go on boys,
grab a knife and let's start.
- Right.
- After all what are friends for?
- Friends?
But of course, we're gonna
eat the potatoes, aren't we?
The least we can
do is help out a little.
- Gee, that's nice of you, Sarge.
- Sure.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Hilly...
No, no wait a minute Ernie.
That's not the way it goes.
Don't tell me how it goes.
The way it goes Maxwellton's
Braes Are Rocky...
You got rocks in your head.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Hilly...
Ernie, my Mother
sang it for years...
Now wait a minute
you guys, that's not...
I know how the
song... just a minute,
we'll leave it to an
impartial observer.
Dino, do you know the
song? You're both wrong.
It goes Maxwellton's
Braes Are Bonnie...
Will you peel all these
potatoes, and you do it right.
What do you mean
Col. Hall's line is busy?
This is a very important call.
This is the Sing a Song
TV program from New York.
Now you keep
ringing that number.
It's gotta be the Colonel.
That's right operator,
Mrs. Alice Doberman
in Altoona, Pennsylvania.
Tell her it's her
son. Okay, I'll wait.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie...
Okay Louie, let's check
out this telephone line.
All right now, take the red
wire and put it on the green tab.
Gave Me Her Promise True
Which Ne'er Forgot Will Be...
No, no Louie, you've got
the red wire on the blue tab.
Hello, hello, who's
this on the line?
Who? Who is this?
Ernie, is that you?
I thought I
recognized your voice.
Grover? Where are you?
Stay right there.
I'll be right up.
Don't move from where you are.
How do you like that? It
was Grover all the time.
I should have
known with that Irish...
Hey Sarge. Please
Doberman, not now.
- Hey Grover boy.
- Ernie.
I was just passing by.
Thought I'd drop up.
- How are you doing, Pappy?
- All right, fine.
- How about a cigarette?
- Oh thanks.
Good boy. Wait till I
give you a light here.
I was talking with the guys
down at the Signal Corps,
they say you got quite a voice.
- Is that true?
- Oh, I don't know.
Oh, an Irish man who
can't sing. I never heard of it.
- Come on give us a little song pal.
- All right.
I'll Take You Home
Again Kathleen.
I hate to bring this up again,
but how about the Colonel?
But Sarge, you called
him 3 times already.
You gotta admit, he
sings better than Grover.
Anybody else on the list?
Yeah, there's a couple
of guys from the hospital
who came on around...
Please, why don't you watch
that spreading germs all over.
What's the matter with you?
Sarge, I brought your
shirts from the laundry.
All right, hang them up in my
room and while you're in there,
don't breathe unnecessarily.
- Hey, Ernie.
- What?
There's a guy over
in Quartermaster
that looks like Elvis Presley.
You're kidding, looks like?
- Yeah.
- What are we standing here for?
Come on.
Maxwellton's Braes
Are Bonnie Where...
The voice!
The million dollar
voice, it's in here.
Look in the showers, go on.
Get under the
bunks. Look around.
- Sarge!
- What?
Sarge, it's coming
from your room.
My room?
Well, the only one
in my room is...
oh no, please,
don't let it be him.
All right open the door.
- You open the door.
- Open the door.
- I don't wanna open the door.
- I'll open the door.
- Sarge, tell us it isn't so.
- It is.
When fate plays a practical
joke on me, it's a beaut.
- Doberman a singer?
- But why all of a sudden?
Who knows? Maybe
his voice is changing.
At his age?
Look, when it comes to Doberman,
nature ain't exactly
on schedule.
I guess we can forget
about the whole thing.
Why? Why?
Look, I'll admit
Doberman is a little,
what's the word?
- You know the word.
- Yeah.
Look, we're
interested in the voice
and Doberman has got the voice.
But will the
teenagers go for him?
Are you kidding?
Have you seen what
they've been going for lately?
I know, we'll call him
the Beast, the Beast...
There he is, Duane Doberman,
not as thin as Frank Sinatra,
and not as fat as
Lawrence Melchior.
- Oh, Sarge.
Oh please, but you
have a cold, don't breathe.
Well...
Sarge, I've finished
pressing your shirts.
Now I'm gonna
start on the uniforms.
You just forget about it.
Duane, you have
pressed your last lapel.
But Sarge, if I
didn't do a good job,
I'll press it over again.
I didn't do a good job,
I'll press it over again.
Did you ever see such
sweetness and just remember,
that's the sweetness that's
gonna come over the air,
into your living room.
Make a little like Dinah
Shore, go on baby.
Mmmmm!
And into every living
room in the country.
- I get one sixty.
- I did it! I did it!
How's Doberman's cold?
Fine, Sarge. Here's'
his progress report.
Temperature normal, blood
pressure normal, perfect!
Tonight he starts
his singing career.
You got him on the TV show?
All set.
Tonight Roseville
will hear him on
Andy's Service
Station Amateur Hour.
Hey, Sarge, did Andy
give you any trouble?
You thought he would.
He heard the record
then he flipped.
I didn't even have
to buy a gallon of gas.
Attaboy! Yeah, but look Ernie,
I don't see what good
a local amateur hour
is gonna do Doberman.
I have to think of
it, don't you see it?
Alright, he's not an amateur
program, he's a sensation.
- You can see that, a smash?
- Yeah.
The phone calls
come in, the letters,
the station is forced to
give him his own program.
What happens?
The major networks hear
about it, what do we do?
We sit back, we wait
for the highest bidder.
- What?
- I can't get over it, Sarge.
Doberman, a big star! Gee.
In a way it's kind
of sad you know.
When you think of all these
years on top, Crosby, Sinatra,
Como, to be pushed
out of the spotlight...
well, that's showbiz.
When are you gonna tell
Doberman about the TV show?
Right now, I didn't wanna tell
him before when he had the cold.
I didn't wanna frighten
him. Where is he?
- In the barracks.
- Good.
Doberman love of your
Sergeant's life look alive hi-yaar.
- Hiya Sarge?
- Come on here, baby.
Look at those rosy
cheeks. How's your cold?
- All gone, thanks to you, Sarge.
- Good boy.
We've got something
to tell you Dobie.
- Tonight you are on television.
- Me, Sarge?
Tonight, you alone will be
singing to thousands of people.
Oh, I'll die! I'll die!
No, no, you'll live. You
don't wanna be selfish.
You wanna share that
great gift with the world.
Gee, I never looked
at it that way, Sarge.
Good, look, be sure to
have the Colonel's staff car
ready for me, I've gotta get
him to the station by around 7:00.
Mi, mi, mi, mi,
mi... do, do, do.
Warming up. Don't
save it anymore.
The cold is over. Let it out.
Give the old Sarge
a thrill, let's hear it.
Maxwellton's Braes Are
Bonnie, Where Early Fa's...
Affecting the enamel on my
teeth. What are you doing?
You wanna ruin your
voice playing tricks like that?
What tricks, Sarge?
It sounded perfectly
all right to me.
I don't care how
it sounded to you.
I want you to sing exactly
as you sang on that record.
But I can't Sarge,
I only sing that way
when I have a cold.
When?
A cold and you cured it, Sarge
and I got my real voice back.
Maxwellton's Braes Are
Bonnie, Where Early Fa's The..
- Stop! Stop!
- Sarge, it ain't his fault.
- It was just a fluke.
- It's nobody's fault.
How did we know the
germs had the voice?
..When Early Fa's The Dew...!
Hey, get him out.
Stop it, stop it...
Get him out! Playing
tricks again, huh?
Will you tell me something Roc,
how can anything so
round sound so flat?
No matter how bad
Doberman's voice sounds now,
on this record, it'll
always be great.
Yap and... wait a minute.
- Why didn't I see this before?
- See what? What?
Doberman, when he made
this record of Annie Laurie
he had a cold, right?
- Yeah.
You mean why can't he make
other records when he has a cold?
Why not?
There's a recording company
in Topeka, isn't there?
- Sure.
- Well, not lost yet.
Oh Doberman, you're gonna
sneeze us into a fortune.
And for...
Bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd Lay Me Doon...
And Dee...
Every time I hear that,
it does something...
..It gets me right in here.
What do you say, Mr. Buckley?
Well, I've got to admit
it's a nice voice, Sergeant,
but it's not the kind
that will sell records.
But Buckley, not
only has this boy got it,
he's got more of it
than anybody else.
Now wait a minute, the one
thing I know is for record business
and I say this
boy won't make it.
Let's get out of here boys.
No use doing business
with the type of man
who would probably turn
down, Crosby, Como and Sinatra.
That's a lie, I never turned
down Sinatra or Como!
Oh, but you turned down
Crosby fess up huh, huh?
Oh, that was years ago.
And what would you say if
some fellow walked in your office
and went - buh,
buh, buh, boo, boo?
I thought he was a nut.
Well, look, Mr. Buckley,
it's the American way
to forgive anybody one mistake.
Well, that's very
kind of you, Sergeant.
But 2 mistakes, that would
be unforgivable, what?
- Huh?
- Oh, I don't know.
Just think, buh,
buh, buh, buh, boo!
All right, all right.
We'll make a
recording with your boy.
Bring him in tomorrow.
Tomorrow, we got...
Oh, we can't make it
tomorrow, Mr. Buckley.
- What's the matter, is he sick?
- No, he's well.
Well, the only other
recording date I have open is,
let's see Friday.
Friday, and you won't
regret it. We'll have him here.
Let me give you a
little tip Mr. Buckley.
Get a hold of all the recording
wax you can lay your hands on.
You're gonna be
selling a million records.
Come on boys.
Come on boys, think.
Tomorrow is Friday, we
gotta give Doberman a cold
before that recording
session starts.
Hey Sarge, maybe you
could send him outside
after he takes a shower.
Doberman takes a
shower, are you dreaming?
Sarge, we've gotta take
Mullen off the duty roster.
He went to the hospital.
What's the matter with Mullen?
Nothing Sir, it's just a cold.
Everybody catches
a cold but Doberman.
No, Mullen didn't catch a
cold. They gave it to him.
It's part of an experiment.
They gave him a cold?
They gave him a cold?
Now that's what
I call a hospital.
I must tell you
doctor, it is amazing.
Amazing!
So tell me more of
your noble experiment.
Well, it's really very
simple, Sgt. Bilko.
You see the Army is trying to
develop a permanent cold vaccine.
So we inject our
volunteers with cold virus
which gives them
the common cold.
Glorious! Glorious!
And you actually
give the men the cold.
Yes, and once it's flourishing
we see if we can cure it
with a cold vaccine.
- I can't get over it.
You actually give
the men the cold.
- That is the most...
- Hello Ernie.
Hello Mullen, how...
you're doing a grand job.
- You sound fine.
- Thanks, Ernie.
You see, when men
who have done...
Amazing! Amazing!
This is the biggest
thing since Yellow Jack.
Yes, but we need all
the men we can get.
I was hoping you'd
say that, doctor.
Could you use another volunteer?
Fine Sergeant, how
do you spell the name?
D O B E R M A N.
When I told Doberman
he was gonna volunteer,
he was actually thrilled.
Did you hear from Rocco?
Yeah, he told me he's just
leaving the hospital with Doberman.
- How's his cold?
- Oh it's a beaut.
Oh the poor kid.
But he'll thank me
for the rest of his life.
Believe me, when he
finds... oh Mr. Buckley.
Well, where is he?
Where is your singer?
Don't worry, Sir. He'll be here.
Good, you know I'm going
in this thing in a big way Bilko.
I've got disc jockeys lined
up all over the country,
just waiting for the album.
Oh, speaking of the
album, Mr. Buckley,
I went to the liberty of
making this album cover.
How do you like that,
Duane Doberman Sings?
Say, that's good! Good!
Sure, it's things
like this that...
Oh here's the quartet.
Hey Mr. Buckley,
Where's Doberman.
We haven't had a
chance to go through
the number with him yet.
That's right, Sergeant,
the boys have to
rehearse the number you know.
Nothing to worry about,
I made this arrangement.
I know every note.
Suppose I fill in for
Doberman till he gets here,
and when he does get here,
the boys will be rehearsed;
away we go and
make the record, okay?
Fine.
All right boys, come here,
I'll show you how it goes.
Now look, you all got
your arrangements?
Yeah.
I didn't wanna say this
in front of Mr. Buckley,
now look boys, this is
your opportunity as well
because Doberman
is going right to the top
and he's gonna
take you with him.
All I ask is a fair shake,
do the song as written,
back him up and give me
a nice musical articulation.
Now let's try it from the
top. You all got your parts?
1, 2, 1, 2...
A-hey-hey-hey hey hey
No, no, what is
that? What is that?
I said bag pipe effect,
you know what I mean?
You're giving me a
haa-haa!...it sounds like
an all clear signal
for a crap game.
You know, give it to
me... right to the top,
1 and... that's better.
(Singing intro)
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
And Twas There Where...
Wait a minute, what is
that pa, pa, pa, pa, pa?
Are you going into
business for yourself?
What is this?
You're supposed to be
backing Doberman up,
not drowning him out.
Come on! Give it to me
with expression and...
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie...
That's better, keep it soft.
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
Oh Annie Laurie Be My Baby,
Annie Baby, Oh Annie Laurie,
Annie Laurie, Annie Be My Baby...
Oh swell! We are now a trio.
Come on get out of
here! Take it from letter B.
And It Was There That
Annie Laurie Gave...
give me a hummm.
Gave Me Her Promise True...
Swell.
Gave Me Her Promise
True, Which Ne'er Forgot
Shall Be, And For
Bonnie Annie Laurie...
Acapulco, Acapulco
I Would Lay Me Doon
And Dee.
Bonnie Annie Laurie,
She's Crazy Morning Glory.
Not Mannie, Moe Or Maury But
Bonnie Annie Laurie I Would Lay Me...
Cut! What are you doing?
What are you doing?
You think Doberman
will stand for this?
I'm warning you.
He's gonna get another
quartet, if you're gonna...
Hey, Sarge.
Here he is Golden
boy, wait till you hear it.
What? How do you feel?
Whadda..you see that?
They've been yelling in my ear.
- I can't hear a word he's saying.
- Hey Sarge!
You I can hear,
what is he saying?
Listen Sarge, he can't talk.
Who needs him to
talk? I want him to sing.
No, no Sarge,
he's got laryngitis.
I'll sue that Army!
I contracted for a
cold, not laryngitis.
They're not gonna
get away with this.
- Did you massage his throat?
- Ah, there's Doberman.
Well I certainly have been
looking forward to meeting you.
How's your voice today?
What's wrong with him?
Ah, I have an idea, instead
of Duane Doberman Sings,
how about Duane
Doberman Whispers?
Wouldn't that be a better idea?
This is kind of more
in the informal...
How about Duane Doberman
gets out of the studio
with his manager!
Look, you understand
Mr. Buckley, they framed me.
- Out!
- I wanted him to have a slight cold
because it gives him rhythm...
- Now out!
But they went... but
you don't understand,
I wanna make the record...
- Out!
All right, we'll go
and don't forget
you're the man that
turned down Crosby
and you've done it again.
Boy, Ernie, we really blew it.
Now look, Buckley isn't
the only guy making records.
All we've gotta do
is wait for Doberman
to catch a cold naturally,
we make a batch of
records and we're in.
I still got the original.
Hey did you tell
Doberman we were waiting?
He's coming with the Doctor now.
- Hey, hiya Duane baby boy.
- Hiya, Sarge.
- Listen to this, he can talk.
- Yes, Doberman is doing fine.
As a matter of fact, I plan
to discharge him tomorrow.
Good boy Doberman.
We've got big plans for you.
Yes, you may interested
in knowing that Doberman
is the only man who
responded to the cold vaccine.
Attaboy, Dobie!
He's probably the
only man in the country
who'll never have a cold again.
Isn't it wonderful, Sarge?
Um, will this affect
his voice, doctor?
Oh I doubt that it will
affect his voice much.
It might pitch
it a little higher.
As a matter of fact, it
might make him a tenor.
But thank you very much,
Sergeant for bringing him in.
Swell. Do you like
what happens to me?
But don't worry, I'll
think of something.
We still got the original,
come on let's go.
All Those Endearing
Young Charms,
Which I Gaze On
So Fondly Today...
The doctor was
right, he's a tenor.
Were To Change By Tomorrow
And Fleet In My Arms,
(Doberman's real voice)
Like Fairy Gifts Fading Away...
Announcer: Also seen
in tonight's cast were:
Jack Hartley as Mr. Buckley.
Nelson Olmsted
as Captain Masters.
Hope Sansberry as Mrs. Hall.
And Jimmy Little as Sgt. Grover.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
- Boy, he sends me.
- It's the most.
What is it, a crap game? I'm in!
- How much a...
- Shh!
- Listen, this guy is great.
- Which guy?
Who is it? What guy?
Must be Tony Martin.
Boy, he sure can sing.
It's not Tony Martin.
It's Frankie boy.
Oh whoever he is,
he's the greatest.
What're you all nuts?
That's an old Bing
Crosby record.
That's what I like a difference
in opinion are there any bets?
Oh, you and your bets.
All right, you wanna bet,
make up, who do you say it is?
I got a buck and
bet it's Bing Crosby.
- He bets on Crosby.
- I say it's Frankie boy.
All right. Hold it! Hold it!
All bets are off.
You're all wrong.
It's a homemade
record. It's nobody.
What do you mean?
Hey Sarge, what,
what's on the label?
Send a recording to your
loved ones for 25 cents.
Hey, it's a record from one
of those machines in the PX.
Well, everybody was
fooled. Even the girls flipped.
Always ready to
jump to conclusions.
I'll bet! I'll bet! No
wonder he's always empty.
One thing we do know,
somebody on this post
has got a million dollar voice.
- A million dollar voice!
- Sarge, do you think maybe...
I don't have to think. You
saw it with your own eyes.
He pulverized those girls.
Gentlemen, I am
holding in my hand,
the next singing
idol of this nation.
Boy, is he lucky. He's
luckier than he thinks.
From now on, I'm
gonna manage him.
Rocco, get the guy and bring
him to my room, right away.
- Yeah.
- Here's what you do.
- Yeah.
- We start a publicity...
Sarge, Sarge who?
Him, whatchamacallit,
wait a minute,
there's no name on this.
It could be any
soldier on the post.
Sure, Fort Baxter's a big place.
Tell you what you
do, you gotta hurry
because we've gotta find him
before Ed Sullivan finds him.
Get over to personnel,
and get me a list
of every man in Fort Baxter
and we'll check him off
one by one till we
find the one who sings.
But listen Sarge, listen
Sarge, that's gonna take weeks.
So what? We're diggin' for
diamonds, we've gotta dig.
Protect this record
with your life.
Come on! Move! Move!
Every minute we don't find
him... (barking orders)move!
Hey, where did everybody go?
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
Look, Freda, I'm
not getting personal.
All I wanna know is if you dated
any of the guys from the post,
did they ever try
to sing to you?
Sing? Are you kidding?
They don't even wanna
waste time talking.
Look Freda, if anybody
serenades you, you'll let me know.
- Promise me.
- Oh sure.
If I go out with Nelson
Eddy, I'll get in touch with you.
Please, Freda, this is serious.
Sarge, the Colonel's
office called.
He wants his
monthly expenditures.
Well, get 'em
over to his office.
No he went home for lunch.
Well, get 'em over to his house.
Leave me alone, I'm busy.
Look, how about
your girlfriends?
Hey, Gomez, take this
over to the Colonel's house.
- The Colonel's house
- The Colonel's house.
- The Colonel's house.
- The Colonel's house.
Freda, promise me, if anybody
as much as hums to you,
you let me know.
- Oh sure, sure, sure.
- All right, Freda.
- Hey Ernie! Ernie!
Oh good, did you get
those personnel records?
No, we couldn't the
Colonel took them home.
Edna said, he wanted
to look them over.
The Colonel? We need
them more than he does.
He can look at them any time.
I gotta get 'em back right away.
I'll call him. Dime!
Dime! Dime! Dime!
Dee Dee Dum Dum Dum...
Lunch will be ready
in a minute, dear.
Good, I'm starved. What is it?
It's a recipe I got from
your Mess Sgt. Ritzik.
(Doorbell rings)
I'll get it dear.
(Telephone rings)
Don't be confused dear.
You get the door and
I'll answer the phone.
Of course. Come in.
Here are the monthly expenditure
reports from the motor pool, Sir.
Hello? Yes.
This is Sgt. Bilko, Mrs. Hall.
I sent one of my men
over with some papers.
Would you please have
the Colonel send him back
with the personnel
records, please?
Just a second.
Dear, Sgt. Bilko.
Bilko? What's wrong?
Nothing, he just
wants this young man
to bring back the
personnel records.
Oh, where did I put them?
Well, you put some papers on
your desk when you came home.
I'll take a look. Wait
here Doberman.
- Yes, Sir.
- I'm sure they're in here.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
It's the voice. Hello there!
Say, you singing on
the phone! You there!
Who's that singing?
Gave Me Her Pro...
- Here they are.
- Thank you Ma'am.
Dum, Dee, Dum, Dum, Dum
Sgt. Bilko, I found the
records and... what?
Never mind that Mrs. Hall,
who was that just singing there?
Well, the Colonel's
been singing, but... what?
Well, yes of course
I'm sure. Hello? Hello?
Col. Hall is the phantom voice?
- You heard him?
- Col. Hall?
- Even his own wife says it's him.
- Colonel?
I better make sure.
I'll call him back, dime!
Dime! Dime! Dime!
This could be fantastic.
Hello Sir, this is the Sing
a Song TV quiz program.
The what?
The Sing a Song TV show.
We have spun our big lucky
wheel and you may be our winner.
Are you surprised?
Why, that's wonderful.
I've never won
anything in my life.
- How much did I win?
- Oh not so fast.
You'll have to
play the game first.
He is funny?
I'm just explaining to
the studio audience,
how anxious you were, Sir.
Now to win, you'll have
to sing the first few lines
of Annie Laurie.
Oh I know that
by heart. It goes,
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
Hello? Hello?
- Nell! Quick!
- What is it dear?
Turn on the Sing a Song
show, I think I'm on it.
The Colonel sent
the reports back.
- Where's Bilko?
- He's busy in there.
Just leave them with me here.
Okay.
I don't get it.
The voice we heard on the
telephone is the same voice
that's on the record.
- There's no doubt about it.
Yeah, but when you asked the
Colonel to sing, it was terrible.
There must have been
somebody else there.
Wait a minute, I sent
Zimmerman over to get the reports.
Zimmerman? Do you suppose?
Zimmerman, did you get those
expenditure sheets to the Colonel?
The expenditure sheet?
Oh yeah, he sent these
personnel records back to you.
Good boy, you give him
something to do, he delivers.
Good old Zimmerman, how
are you feeling baby boy?
Fine. Fine.
It's good to be back
in your own little bunk
relaxing after a hard day's work?
- Yeah.
It makes you feel like
singing a little song.
- Sing? Sing.
- But what?
Well, what do you
want me to sing?
Anything my good friend.
Come on little man, sing!
Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells, Jingle All The Way...
How do you explain it?
I don't understand,
the only ones there
was the Colonel and Zimmerman.
It's gotta be the Colonel.
Maybe it was a bad connection.
I'll call him again,
dime! Dime! Dime! Dime!
Hello.
Sir, this is the TV Sing
a Song program again.
I guess we were cut off.
Say I wondered what happened.
Ah, what channel are
you on? Oh in New York.
Now Sir, we would like
to see you win that prize,
so if you don't mind,
Annie Laurie once again.
Quiet in the studio, please.
Why certainly.
Maxwellton's Braes...
Hello, hello, operator,
you cut me off.
I was singing to New York.
What kind of an Army is this,
peeling potatoes, making
beds, mopping floors?
The Army's gonna
make a maid out of me.
Hey, you want me
to help you, Dino?
Nah, thanks. I'm almost
through Doberman.
Watch it Doberman.
Here's some more
potatoes for you, Dino.
Ritzik wants you to peel them.
Doesn't he know the Doctor said
I should keep
away from starches?
Don't complain to
me, my Doctor said
I should stay away
from Ritzik's cooking.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
The voice!
Hey Doberman, I'm hungry.
Will you get me a little
liverwurst from the freezer?
Sure Dino.
Who put my friend
Paparelli on KP?
- You did, Sarge.
- Well, it was an oversight, Dino.
Oh we should help
out, go on boys,
grab a knife and let's start.
- Right.
- After all what are friends for?
- Friends?
But of course, we're gonna
eat the potatoes, aren't we?
The least we can
do is help out a little.
- Gee, that's nice of you, Sarge.
- Sure.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Hilly...
No, no wait a minute Ernie.
That's not the way it goes.
Don't tell me how it goes.
The way it goes Maxwellton's
Braes Are Rocky...
You got rocks in your head.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Hilly...
Ernie, my Mother
sang it for years...
Now wait a minute
you guys, that's not...
I know how the
song... just a minute,
we'll leave it to an
impartial observer.
Dino, do you know the
song? You're both wrong.
It goes Maxwellton's
Braes Are Bonnie...
Will you peel all these
potatoes, and you do it right.
What do you mean
Col. Hall's line is busy?
This is a very important call.
This is the Sing a Song
TV program from New York.
Now you keep
ringing that number.
It's gotta be the Colonel.
That's right operator,
Mrs. Alice Doberman
in Altoona, Pennsylvania.
Tell her it's her
son. Okay, I'll wait.
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie...
Okay Louie, let's check
out this telephone line.
All right now, take the red
wire and put it on the green tab.
Gave Me Her Promise True
Which Ne'er Forgot Will Be...
No, no Louie, you've got
the red wire on the blue tab.
Hello, hello, who's
this on the line?
Who? Who is this?
Ernie, is that you?
I thought I
recognized your voice.
Grover? Where are you?
Stay right there.
I'll be right up.
Don't move from where you are.
How do you like that? It
was Grover all the time.
I should have
known with that Irish...
Hey Sarge. Please
Doberman, not now.
- Hey Grover boy.
- Ernie.
I was just passing by.
Thought I'd drop up.
- How are you doing, Pappy?
- All right, fine.
- How about a cigarette?
- Oh thanks.
Good boy. Wait till I
give you a light here.
I was talking with the guys
down at the Signal Corps,
they say you got quite a voice.
- Is that true?
- Oh, I don't know.
Oh, an Irish man who
can't sing. I never heard of it.
- Come on give us a little song pal.
- All right.
I'll Take You Home
Again Kathleen.
I hate to bring this up again,
but how about the Colonel?
But Sarge, you called
him 3 times already.
You gotta admit, he
sings better than Grover.
Anybody else on the list?
Yeah, there's a couple
of guys from the hospital
who came on around...
Please, why don't you watch
that spreading germs all over.
What's the matter with you?
Sarge, I brought your
shirts from the laundry.
All right, hang them up in my
room and while you're in there,
don't breathe unnecessarily.
- Hey, Ernie.
- What?
There's a guy over
in Quartermaster
that looks like Elvis Presley.
You're kidding, looks like?
- Yeah.
- What are we standing here for?
Come on.
Maxwellton's Braes
Are Bonnie Where...
The voice!
The million dollar
voice, it's in here.
Look in the showers, go on.
Get under the
bunks. Look around.
- Sarge!
- What?
Sarge, it's coming
from your room.
My room?
Well, the only one
in my room is...
oh no, please,
don't let it be him.
All right open the door.
- You open the door.
- Open the door.
- I don't wanna open the door.
- I'll open the door.
- Sarge, tell us it isn't so.
- It is.
When fate plays a practical
joke on me, it's a beaut.
- Doberman a singer?
- But why all of a sudden?
Who knows? Maybe
his voice is changing.
At his age?
Look, when it comes to Doberman,
nature ain't exactly
on schedule.
I guess we can forget
about the whole thing.
Why? Why?
Look, I'll admit
Doberman is a little,
what's the word?
- You know the word.
- Yeah.
Look, we're
interested in the voice
and Doberman has got the voice.
But will the
teenagers go for him?
Are you kidding?
Have you seen what
they've been going for lately?
I know, we'll call him
the Beast, the Beast...
There he is, Duane Doberman,
not as thin as Frank Sinatra,
and not as fat as
Lawrence Melchior.
- Oh, Sarge.
Oh please, but you
have a cold, don't breathe.
Well...
Sarge, I've finished
pressing your shirts.
Now I'm gonna
start on the uniforms.
You just forget about it.
Duane, you have
pressed your last lapel.
But Sarge, if I
didn't do a good job,
I'll press it over again.
I didn't do a good job,
I'll press it over again.
Did you ever see such
sweetness and just remember,
that's the sweetness that's
gonna come over the air,
into your living room.
Make a little like Dinah
Shore, go on baby.
Mmmmm!
And into every living
room in the country.
- I get one sixty.
- I did it! I did it!
How's Doberman's cold?
Fine, Sarge. Here's'
his progress report.
Temperature normal, blood
pressure normal, perfect!
Tonight he starts
his singing career.
You got him on the TV show?
All set.
Tonight Roseville
will hear him on
Andy's Service
Station Amateur Hour.
Hey, Sarge, did Andy
give you any trouble?
You thought he would.
He heard the record
then he flipped.
I didn't even have
to buy a gallon of gas.
Attaboy! Yeah, but look Ernie,
I don't see what good
a local amateur hour
is gonna do Doberman.
I have to think of
it, don't you see it?
Alright, he's not an amateur
program, he's a sensation.
- You can see that, a smash?
- Yeah.
The phone calls
come in, the letters,
the station is forced to
give him his own program.
What happens?
The major networks hear
about it, what do we do?
We sit back, we wait
for the highest bidder.
- What?
- I can't get over it, Sarge.
Doberman, a big star! Gee.
In a way it's kind
of sad you know.
When you think of all these
years on top, Crosby, Sinatra,
Como, to be pushed
out of the spotlight...
well, that's showbiz.
When are you gonna tell
Doberman about the TV show?
Right now, I didn't wanna tell
him before when he had the cold.
I didn't wanna frighten
him. Where is he?
- In the barracks.
- Good.
Doberman love of your
Sergeant's life look alive hi-yaar.
- Hiya Sarge?
- Come on here, baby.
Look at those rosy
cheeks. How's your cold?
- All gone, thanks to you, Sarge.
- Good boy.
We've got something
to tell you Dobie.
- Tonight you are on television.
- Me, Sarge?
Tonight, you alone will be
singing to thousands of people.
Oh, I'll die! I'll die!
No, no, you'll live. You
don't wanna be selfish.
You wanna share that
great gift with the world.
Gee, I never looked
at it that way, Sarge.
Good, look, be sure to
have the Colonel's staff car
ready for me, I've gotta get
him to the station by around 7:00.
Mi, mi, mi, mi,
mi... do, do, do.
Warming up. Don't
save it anymore.
The cold is over. Let it out.
Give the old Sarge
a thrill, let's hear it.
Maxwellton's Braes Are
Bonnie, Where Early Fa's...
Affecting the enamel on my
teeth. What are you doing?
You wanna ruin your
voice playing tricks like that?
What tricks, Sarge?
It sounded perfectly
all right to me.
I don't care how
it sounded to you.
I want you to sing exactly
as you sang on that record.
But I can't Sarge,
I only sing that way
when I have a cold.
When?
A cold and you cured it, Sarge
and I got my real voice back.
Maxwellton's Braes Are
Bonnie, Where Early Fa's The..
- Stop! Stop!
- Sarge, it ain't his fault.
- It was just a fluke.
- It's nobody's fault.
How did we know the
germs had the voice?
..When Early Fa's The Dew...!
Hey, get him out.
Stop it, stop it...
Get him out! Playing
tricks again, huh?
Will you tell me something Roc,
how can anything so
round sound so flat?
No matter how bad
Doberman's voice sounds now,
on this record, it'll
always be great.
Yap and... wait a minute.
- Why didn't I see this before?
- See what? What?
Doberman, when he made
this record of Annie Laurie
he had a cold, right?
- Yeah.
You mean why can't he make
other records when he has a cold?
Why not?
There's a recording company
in Topeka, isn't there?
- Sure.
- Well, not lost yet.
Oh Doberman, you're gonna
sneeze us into a fortune.
And for...
Bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd Lay Me Doon...
And Dee...
Every time I hear that,
it does something...
..It gets me right in here.
What do you say, Mr. Buckley?
Well, I've got to admit
it's a nice voice, Sergeant,
but it's not the kind
that will sell records.
But Buckley, not
only has this boy got it,
he's got more of it
than anybody else.
Now wait a minute, the one
thing I know is for record business
and I say this
boy won't make it.
Let's get out of here boys.
No use doing business
with the type of man
who would probably turn
down, Crosby, Como and Sinatra.
That's a lie, I never turned
down Sinatra or Como!
Oh, but you turned down
Crosby fess up huh, huh?
Oh, that was years ago.
And what would you say if
some fellow walked in your office
and went - buh,
buh, buh, boo, boo?
I thought he was a nut.
Well, look, Mr. Buckley,
it's the American way
to forgive anybody one mistake.
Well, that's very
kind of you, Sergeant.
But 2 mistakes, that would
be unforgivable, what?
- Huh?
- Oh, I don't know.
Just think, buh,
buh, buh, buh, boo!
All right, all right.
We'll make a
recording with your boy.
Bring him in tomorrow.
Tomorrow, we got...
Oh, we can't make it
tomorrow, Mr. Buckley.
- What's the matter, is he sick?
- No, he's well.
Well, the only other
recording date I have open is,
let's see Friday.
Friday, and you won't
regret it. We'll have him here.
Let me give you a
little tip Mr. Buckley.
Get a hold of all the recording
wax you can lay your hands on.
You're gonna be
selling a million records.
Come on boys.
Come on boys, think.
Tomorrow is Friday, we
gotta give Doberman a cold
before that recording
session starts.
Hey Sarge, maybe you
could send him outside
after he takes a shower.
Doberman takes a
shower, are you dreaming?
Sarge, we've gotta take
Mullen off the duty roster.
He went to the hospital.
What's the matter with Mullen?
Nothing Sir, it's just a cold.
Everybody catches
a cold but Doberman.
No, Mullen didn't catch a
cold. They gave it to him.
It's part of an experiment.
They gave him a cold?
They gave him a cold?
Now that's what
I call a hospital.
I must tell you
doctor, it is amazing.
Amazing!
So tell me more of
your noble experiment.
Well, it's really very
simple, Sgt. Bilko.
You see the Army is trying to
develop a permanent cold vaccine.
So we inject our
volunteers with cold virus
which gives them
the common cold.
Glorious! Glorious!
And you actually
give the men the cold.
Yes, and once it's flourishing
we see if we can cure it
with a cold vaccine.
- I can't get over it.
You actually give
the men the cold.
- That is the most...
- Hello Ernie.
Hello Mullen, how...
you're doing a grand job.
- You sound fine.
- Thanks, Ernie.
You see, when men
who have done...
Amazing! Amazing!
This is the biggest
thing since Yellow Jack.
Yes, but we need all
the men we can get.
I was hoping you'd
say that, doctor.
Could you use another volunteer?
Fine Sergeant, how
do you spell the name?
D O B E R M A N.
When I told Doberman
he was gonna volunteer,
he was actually thrilled.
Did you hear from Rocco?
Yeah, he told me he's just
leaving the hospital with Doberman.
- How's his cold?
- Oh it's a beaut.
Oh the poor kid.
But he'll thank me
for the rest of his life.
Believe me, when he
finds... oh Mr. Buckley.
Well, where is he?
Where is your singer?
Don't worry, Sir. He'll be here.
Good, you know I'm going
in this thing in a big way Bilko.
I've got disc jockeys lined
up all over the country,
just waiting for the album.
Oh, speaking of the
album, Mr. Buckley,
I went to the liberty of
making this album cover.
How do you like that,
Duane Doberman Sings?
Say, that's good! Good!
Sure, it's things
like this that...
Oh here's the quartet.
Hey Mr. Buckley,
Where's Doberman.
We haven't had a
chance to go through
the number with him yet.
That's right, Sergeant,
the boys have to
rehearse the number you know.
Nothing to worry about,
I made this arrangement.
I know every note.
Suppose I fill in for
Doberman till he gets here,
and when he does get here,
the boys will be rehearsed;
away we go and
make the record, okay?
Fine.
All right boys, come here,
I'll show you how it goes.
Now look, you all got
your arrangements?
Yeah.
I didn't wanna say this
in front of Mr. Buckley,
now look boys, this is
your opportunity as well
because Doberman
is going right to the top
and he's gonna
take you with him.
All I ask is a fair shake,
do the song as written,
back him up and give me
a nice musical articulation.
Now let's try it from the
top. You all got your parts?
1, 2, 1, 2...
A-hey-hey-hey hey hey
No, no, what is
that? What is that?
I said bag pipe effect,
you know what I mean?
You're giving me a
haa-haa!...it sounds like
an all clear signal
for a crap game.
You know, give it to
me... right to the top,
1 and... that's better.
(Singing intro)
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie,
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
And Twas There Where...
Wait a minute, what is
that pa, pa, pa, pa, pa?
Are you going into
business for yourself?
What is this?
You're supposed to be
backing Doberman up,
not drowning him out.
Come on! Give it to me
with expression and...
Maxwellton's Braes Are Bonnie...
That's better, keep it soft.
Where Early Fa's The Dew...
Oh Annie Laurie Be My Baby,
Annie Baby, Oh Annie Laurie,
Annie Laurie, Annie Be My Baby...
Oh swell! We are now a trio.
Come on get out of
here! Take it from letter B.
And It Was There That
Annie Laurie Gave...
give me a hummm.
Gave Me Her Promise True...
Swell.
Gave Me Her Promise
True, Which Ne'er Forgot
Shall Be, And For
Bonnie Annie Laurie...
Acapulco, Acapulco
I Would Lay Me Doon
And Dee.
Bonnie Annie Laurie,
She's Crazy Morning Glory.
Not Mannie, Moe Or Maury But
Bonnie Annie Laurie I Would Lay Me...
Cut! What are you doing?
What are you doing?
You think Doberman
will stand for this?
I'm warning you.
He's gonna get another
quartet, if you're gonna...
Hey, Sarge.
Here he is Golden
boy, wait till you hear it.
What? How do you feel?
Whadda..you see that?
They've been yelling in my ear.
- I can't hear a word he's saying.
- Hey Sarge!
You I can hear,
what is he saying?
Listen Sarge, he can't talk.
Who needs him to
talk? I want him to sing.
No, no Sarge,
he's got laryngitis.
I'll sue that Army!
I contracted for a
cold, not laryngitis.
They're not gonna
get away with this.
- Did you massage his throat?
- Ah, there's Doberman.
Well I certainly have been
looking forward to meeting you.
How's your voice today?
What's wrong with him?
Ah, I have an idea, instead
of Duane Doberman Sings,
how about Duane
Doberman Whispers?
Wouldn't that be a better idea?
This is kind of more
in the informal...
How about Duane Doberman
gets out of the studio
with his manager!
Look, you understand
Mr. Buckley, they framed me.
- Out!
- I wanted him to have a slight cold
because it gives him rhythm...
- Now out!
But they went... but
you don't understand,
I wanna make the record...
- Out!
All right, we'll go
and don't forget
you're the man that
turned down Crosby
and you've done it again.
Boy, Ernie, we really blew it.
Now look, Buckley isn't
the only guy making records.
All we've gotta do
is wait for Doberman
to catch a cold naturally,
we make a batch of
records and we're in.
I still got the original.
Hey did you tell
Doberman we were waiting?
He's coming with the Doctor now.
- Hey, hiya Duane baby boy.
- Hiya, Sarge.
- Listen to this, he can talk.
- Yes, Doberman is doing fine.
As a matter of fact, I plan
to discharge him tomorrow.
Good boy Doberman.
We've got big plans for you.
Yes, you may interested
in knowing that Doberman
is the only man who
responded to the cold vaccine.
Attaboy, Dobie!
He's probably the
only man in the country
who'll never have a cold again.
Isn't it wonderful, Sarge?
Um, will this affect
his voice, doctor?
Oh I doubt that it will
affect his voice much.
It might pitch
it a little higher.
As a matter of fact, it
might make him a tenor.
But thank you very much,
Sergeant for bringing him in.
Swell. Do you like
what happens to me?
But don't worry, I'll
think of something.
We still got the original,
come on let's go.
All Those Endearing
Young Charms,
Which I Gaze On
So Fondly Today...
The doctor was
right, he's a tenor.
Were To Change By Tomorrow
And Fleet In My Arms,
(Doberman's real voice)
Like Fairy Gifts Fading Away...
Announcer: Also seen
in tonight's cast were:
Jack Hartley as Mr. Buckley.
Nelson Olmsted
as Captain Masters.
Hope Sansberry as Mrs. Hall.
And Jimmy Little as Sgt. Grover.