SOUND:
RINSO WHISTLE (TWICE)
AMOS:
Andy, did you hear that? Come on.
ANDY:
Did I hear what?
AMOS:
That whistle. (WHISTLE RINSO WHITE) That's the Rinso White Whistle.
ANDY:
And Rinso means us.
WILCOX:
That's right. Rinso gets clothes Rinso White and Rinso presents "The Amos 'n' Andy Show", with their guest for tonight - the Paul Taylor Chorus!
MUSIC:
PERFECT SONG FULL...FADE DOWN FOR COMMERCIAL
(APPLAUSE)
(CUT-INS ARE BEING USED. KINDLY FOLLOW TIME INSTRUCTIONS. THE FOLLOWING COMMERCIAL RUNS FORTY SECONDS)
WILCOX:
"It's practically Christmas and all through the house"....the youngsters are helping with EVERYTHING...EVEN the DISHES. (CHUCKLES) But unfortunately for Mom...that state of affairs won't last very long. She'll soon be facing a sink piled high with Christmas dinner dishes...and not a helping hand in sight! Of course, Mom knows she can depend on RINSO to make quick work of the BIGGEST pile of dishes. Why ladies...you just fill your dishpan full of those soapy-rich Rinso suds and watch the heavy grease and sticky food particles SCOOT! In next to no time every dish is bright and shiny! And ladies...Rinso's easy on your hands too...so TRY RINSO...soon!...And now here are Amos 'n' Andy - and their guests - the Paul Taylor Chorus.
MUSIC:
THEME
(CUE FOR CANADA TO CUT INTO NETWORK)
WILCOX:
It's the Saturday before Christmas. The morning crowds are milling about Lenox Avenue in Harlem doing their last minute shopping. Andy is out with Amos' little girl, Arbadella, on their annual Christmas tour of the department store windows. (CROWD) Right now they're looking at a little doll in one of the windows.
ANDY:
Yeah, dat sho is a pretty doll, Arbadella.
ARB:
Yes, that's the one I wrote and asked Santa Claus to bring me---but Daddy said I wrote the letter too late. You see, I only wrote it two days ago.
ANDY:
Well, dat ain' givin' Santa Claus much time. You gotta write him befo' dat.
ARB:
Isn't she pretty though, Uncle Andy? Daddy said Santa Claus would bring it to me next Christmas.
ANDY:
Oh sho. You see dat'll give him mo' time.
ARB:
We're having a good time today, ain't we, Uncle Andy? I like being out with you.
ANDY:
Yeah, I like bein' out wid you too, Arbadella. But I guess we gotta be gittin' on home now.
ARB:
Do you think Mamma an' Daddy will be home yet?
ANDY:
Yeah, dey said dey'd be home at twelve.
ARB:
Uncle Andy, lemme jes look at the doll once more.
ANDY:
Sho, honey.
ARB: -------She's beautiful. She's a talking doll too.
ANDY:
Yeah, dey is de best alright.
ARB:
That sure is a pretty dress she's got on. But when Santa Claus brings her to me next year, I'm going to make her a lot more pretty dresses---pink ones-----I can hardly wait til next Christmas.
MUSIC:
BRIDGE
SOUND:
CRINKLING OF TISSUE PAPER
LIGHT:
Mistah Andy, you sho got a lot of Christmas presents dere.
ANDY:
Yeah, Lightnin' I wants to git 'em all wrapped up now so I ain't gotta do it dis afternoon or tonight.
LIGHT:
Whut's dat one you got dere, perfume?
ANDY:
Yeah, foh one of my girl friends--you know, Sadie Blake.
LIGHT:
She like dat sweet smellin' stuff alright.
ANDY:
She oughta---dis is gen_uine_, imported French pu'fume----Look at dis. Dey left de price on dere--twenty-five cents---Is yo' got a pencil, Lightnin'?
LIGHT:
Yeah, but it ain' got no rubber on de end.
ANDY:
I don' care 'bout no rubber. I jes' wants to put a two in front of dat an' make it two an' a quarter---Yo' see, Lightnin', even if Sadie don' like de perfume, she'll be crazy 'bout de price.
LIGHTNIN:
What yo' got in dis package heah Mistah Andy?
ANDY:
Some handkerchiefs I gonna give dat other gal friend of mine-- Evelyn Bennet.
LIGHTNIN:
But wait a minute, Mistah Andy, dese has got de letter C 'broidered in de corner.
ANDY:
Well, last year I was gonna give em to dat gal Carmen I was goin' wid, but we done busted up two days befo' Christmas.
LIGHTNIN:
Well, wid de letter C on dere I don't see how yo' can give dem to Evelyn Bennet.
ANDY:
Yeah I thought of dat, so for de last three weeks I been callin' her Cookie.
LIGHT:
Oh, heah come Kingfish an' Henry Van Porter.
ANDY:
Come in, fellers, come in.
KING:
Hello Andy----Lightnin' ----Merry Christmas, fellers, Noel, Noel an' all dat stuff.
VAN:
Yes, a charmin' Yuletide to you gent'mans---a charmin' Yuletide.
ANDY:
Yeah, a charmin' Yuletide to you too, Henry.
KING:
Well, I see you wrappin' all yo' Christmas presents, Andy. Anytime you want me to turn my back an' not look, jes' say de word--ha,ha,ha.
ANDY:
I ain' bought you a present, Kingfish.
KING:
Oh, ain' got aroun' to it yet, huh? Don't worry 'bout it, Brother Andy, I don' want nobody to gimme nuthin'. You know me an' my wife was talkin' 'bout dis same thing jes' dis mornin'. She say to me, "George, do you think any of your friends is gonna give you dat bathrobe dey got in de corner window at de Globe Department Store?" I said, "Honey, you mean de blue one wid de red sash aroun' it?" An' she say, "Yeah, you know--it's marked three ninety five." An' I say, "Yeah, honey, dat's de one---size 40." ---Funny thing how me an' my wife talks back an' forth, ain't it, heh.
VAN:
Yo' could use a new bathrobe, Kingfish. Dat one you had on yesterday certainly was a mess.
KING:
Yeah, by de way, Andy, I jes' thought of somethin', how big is dat door at yo' boardin' house?
ANDY:
Why?
KING:
Well, I comin' up to see you tomorrow mornin' wid a pretty big package foh yo'. If I can't get it in dere we kin always take de door off de hinges, can't we?
ANDY:
Yeah. Say, dis is kinda rebarrassin' 'cause I is broke an' can't 'ford to buy nuthin' foh you.
KING:
Nothin' at all?
ANDY:
Dat's right. Say, whut time you 'spect to be up wid dat big package.
KING:
Well, on second thought it might not be as early as I 'spected.
ANDY:
I'll be dere all mornin'.
KING:
Well, don't wait in for me, Andy. You see, I got a lot of packages to deliver. I might not git aroun' to you til February or March.
ANDY:
Yeh, I knowed it was sumpin' like dat.
LIGHT:
Mistah Andy, I been tryin' to wrap some of dese packages heah foh you. Dis is a hard one all right.
VAN:
Whut in de world is dat?
ANDY:
Oh, dat's a little toy automobile I done bought foh Amos' Junior. You wind it up an' it scoots aroun' de floor---backs up an' everythin'. I'll show you.
SOUND:
WINDING TOY
SOUND:
TOY SCOOTING AROUND FLOOR
ANDY:
Look at it go.
VAN:
Say, dat is de cutest thing I done ever seed.
KING:
Yeah, did you see de way dat thing went aroun' dere.
VAN:
Well, look at dis---it's even got a license number on it.
KING:
Lemme have it, Henry. I want to see it shoot aroun' de floor again.
VAN:
I can wind it myself, Kingfish.
SOUND:
FEW TURNS OF WINDING
KING:
Lemme do it, Henry. I asked you foh it.
VAN:
Yes, but I picked it up first.
ANDY:
Don' break it now, fellers.
KING:
Andy, can't I be de one to work it?
VAN:
Kingfish, I'm going to work it. Let's not be childish about dis.
KING:
All right, but I'm next.
SOUND:
TOY SCOOTING AROUND FLOOR
ANDY:
I gonna put it back in de box now befo' it gets broke. An' I got things to do aroun' heah too. You children better run along home now.
KING:
You comin' over to de gatherin' at de lodge dis afternoon, ain' you, Andy?
ANDY:
Yeah, I gonna try an' make it if I kin.
KING:
Yeah, you know, all de boys is gettin' together--de Christmas spirit an' refreshments, slappin' everybody on de back an' all dat stuff.
VAN:
Yes, de whole gang is gonna be dere. Try an' make it, Andy.
ANDY:
Okay. So long fellers.
KING:
So long.
VAN:
Goodbye. Goodbye, boys!
LIGHT:
I is wrappin' dis package of colored crayons dat you done bought foh Arbadella, Mistah Andy.
ANDY:
Yeah, wrap dat.
LIGHT:
Must I rub out de ten cents on dere or must I jest put a one dollar in front of it.
ANDY:
Rub it out.---Dis ain' much of a gift to give a kid, is it?
LIGHT:
Well, it ain' bad, Mistah Andy.
ANDY:
She might not even like crayons.
LIGHT:
She might an' she might not. After all, you don' know whut she likes.
ANDY:
De funny part of it is, Lightnin'---I do know whut she likes.
LIGHT:
Well, even dat don' make no difference 'cause you is broke. You ain' got de money to buy nuthin' more.
ANDY:
Yeah---Say, Lightnin', whut time is it?
LIGHT:
Nearly one o'clock.
ANDY:
One o'clock! I'm gonna leave. I'll see you later.
MUSIC:
BRIDGE
MAN:
Did you want to see me?
ANDY:
I guess so. Is you de man dat do de hirin' heah fo' de store?
MAN:
That's right, my name is Simmons.
ANDY:
Well, I was wonderin' if you needed any extra sales he'p foh dis las' minute rush dis afternoon. I would work hard.
MAN:
Well, we did need extra help up until yesterday, but I think we can get through the rest of the day with the sales people we have.
ANDY:
Oh---(FADING) Well, thanks just de same, Mistah.
MAN:
(CALLS) Wait just a minute.
ANDY:
(FADING IN) Yassuh.
MAN:
Maybe you can do it.
ANDY:
Whut's dat?
MAN:
Well, one of our Santa Claus's helpers was called home. His wife was taken ill suddenly and we could use somebody to take his place. Do you think you could do it?
ANDY:
Be Santa Claus's helper?
MAN:
That's right.
ANDY:
Well, I ain' never done it befoh---Sho I kin do it.
MAN:
Fine. If you'll come down to the fourth floor I'll give you your Santa Claus suit and tell you just what you're supposed to do.
ANDY:
Thank you, suh, thank you.
MUSIC:
BRIDGE.
MAN:
Well Mr. Brown, that Santa Claus suit seems to fit you as well as the man who worked here before.
ANDY:
Yeah. Help me button de thing up will yo' Mistah Simmon? It's a little snug heah.
MAN:
Yes, I see. You've got that pillow in there just right.
ANDY:
Dat ain't no pillow--dat's me.
MAN:
Well I think you better hurry and finish putting on your costume, Mr. Brown. I want you to get out in the toy dept. with the children.
ANDY:
Yeah, I guess de next thing to do is to git dese boots on heah. I'll sit down heah and git in to 'em...I'll pull 'em on heah-- (GRUNTS) Oh, oh--Mistah Simmons yo' got any of dat slidin' powder by any chance?
MAN:
Why, what's the matter?
ANDY:
De dogs is too big fo' de house...Wait a minute, I got one in. (GRUNTS) Heah goes de other one...Deah we is -- Feets, you is wrapped up plenty tight today.
MAN:
That's fine. Now just put on these whiskers and this hat and you're all set.
ANDY:
Okay..... Now what must I do Mistah Simmons when I gits out deah?
MAN:
Well, Santa Claus's chair is right over at the far end of the toy department. I want you to listen to the little children while they tell you what they would like for Christmas and then assure them that Santa Claus will get their message.
ANDY:
Yassuh.
MAN:
And the idea is that Santa Claus would have a pretty tough time of it handling everything himself if he didn't have you helpers. I think you understand what I mean.
ANDY:
Yassuh, I understand all right.
MAN:
And if you run into any difficulties of any sort, just call the floorwalker.
MUSIC:
BRIDGE
SOUND:
NOISES AND BELLS IN TOY DEPARTMENT ... CROWD B.G.
ANDY:
All right, sonny, you is next. Come right up heah an' sit on Santa Claus's lap----Dat's de boy----Now tell Santa Claus, whut you want foh Christmas.
BOY:
I want a G-Man badge and a gun.
ANDY:
A G-man badge an' a gun. Whut's your name, Sonny?
BOY:
Oliver Griffith.
ANDY:
Is you done been a good boy all year, Oliver?
BOY:
Yes.
ANDY:
I coulda seed dat widout even astin' you. You is a nice little feller. I'll bet you drinks up all your milk at every meal don't you?
BOY:
No, I don't.
ANDY:
Er---you don't?
BOY:
No.
ANDY:
You drinks part of it though, don' you?
BOY:
I don't drink any of it.
ANDY:
None of it, huh?
BOY:
No.
ANDY:
(CALLS) Oh, floorwalker. Would you ask Mr. Simmons to drop over heah?
BOY:
If Santa Claus brings me the G-Man badge and the gun I'll drink my milk.
ANDY:
(CALLS) Never mind, floorwalker. --Dat's a good little boy, Oliver. Jes' hang up yo' Stockin' an' everythin' gonna be alright.
WOMAN:
Oh, thank you, Santa Claus. Come on, Oliver.
GIRL:
Am I next?
ANDY:
Yeah, you is next. My, what a nice little girl. Tell me whut is your name?
GIRL:
Henrietta Lewis.
ANDY:
Dat's a pretty name too. An' dat's a pretty little dress you got on dere too.
GIRL:
My Mother made it foh me. See the ribbon.
ANDY:
Yeah, dat's good alright. Henrietta, you is one of de sweetest little girls I ever seed. Tell me, whut do you want foh Christmas.
GIRL:
A football.
ANDY:
A football?
GIRL:
Yes, and a tool chest and a drum.
ANDY:
Well-a-- whut does a little girl like you want wid dem things?
GIRL:
Oh, I don't want them for myself.
ANDY:
Oh--who does you want 'em foh?
GIRL:
My little brother.
ANDY:
Your brother?
GIRL:
You see, he's sick in bed and he couldn't come down here and I don't want you to forget him.
ANDY:
Well, dat sho is sweet of you, Henrietta, an' I kin tell you right now dat Santa Claus is gonna take care of him.
GIRL:
Thank you. (FADING) Merry Christmas, Santa Claus.
ANDY:
Merry Christmas, honey.
BOY:
(FADING IN) Hey, quit shovin'. I'm next.
ANDY:
No fightin' dere now, boys.
BOY:
Ah, he tried to push in ahead of me. --I'm next ain't I, Santa Claus?
ANDY:
Yassah---I mean, yes Sonny. What's your name.
BOY:
Percy Carter.
ANDY:
An' whut do you want foh Christmas, Percy?
BOY:
A machine gun. Do I get it?
ANDY:
Well--er---yeah---I'll see whut I kin do 'bout it, an' all dat stuff.
BOY:
I want a wallet too---with a picture in it of Humphrey Bogart.
ANDY:
Well, I'll work on dat too. Who's next?
BOY:
Wait a minute. I ain't through yet, Santa Claus. I wanna ask you somethin'.
ANDY:
Whut is it, Percy?
BOY:
Last year I asked you foh a pair of skates an' I didn't get 'em. What goes?
ANDY:
Well---er---you got a lot of other stuff though, didn't you?
BOY:
Yeah, I got a necktie, some socks, a couple of handkerchiefs. Who wants that stuff though?
ANDY:
Well, betteh luck dis year. All right, who's next?
BOY:
Wait a minute, I got more stuff to ask you. In dat workshop up north where Santa Claus makes all his toys---
ANDY:
Yeah.
BOY:
What kind of country is that?
ANDY:
Well---er---it's jes' nuthin' but ice an' snow an'---er--snow an' ice---all stuff like dat.
BOY:
No trees or nuthin'?
ANDY:
Jes' ice and snow.
BOY:
Den where does Santa Claus git de apples and oranges that he puts in the stockin's every Christmas?
ANDY: (COUGHS) Well--er--you see--er-- Oh floorwalker!
BOY:
Aw, forget it.
ANDY:
Thanks. Who's next?
BOY:
I am, Santa Claus.
ANDY:
Step right up, Sonny.
BOY:
Yes, sir.
ANDY:
And what's your name?
BOY:
Jimmy Watson.
ANDY:
And what is it you-----
BOY:
A baseball glove, a punching bag, a water color set, a ring toss, a fountain pen, a Mickey Mouse wrist watch, a cowboy suit, a telegraph set, a bicycle bell, a flashlight---an' a baby sister.
ANDY:
Is dat all you want?
BOY:
That's all I can think of right now.
MUSIC:
BRIDGE
MAN:
Well, you look a little worn out, Mr. Brown.
ANDY:
I is a little tired. I ain't never talked to so many kids in all my life. Gee, dey is cute though.
MAN:
You did very well. All the children seemed very happy and the parents were just standing there beaming.
ANDY:
Yassuh, thank you.
MAN:
We certainly appreciated having you here this afternoon.
ANDY:
Yessah. I enjoyed it too--an' 'course you know I done it foh a special reason.
MAN:
Yes---and here it is, Mr. Brown---I had the stock boy take it out of the window. The talking doll.
MUSIC:
END FIRST ACT
WILCOX:
COMMERCIAL
(MIDDLE COMMERCIAL)
(CANADA CUTS OUT OF NETWORK DURING CURTAIN MUSIC AND APPLAUSE. THE FOLLOWING COMMERCIAL RUNS 1:10 AFTER LEAD OUT)
WILCOX:
Andy has been well awarded in his effort to get a Christmas present for Amos' little girl. We'll hear more about it in just a moment... Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without holly wreaths, and Christmas trees, and little dinner table scenes like this one.
BOY:
(OVER HUBBUB OF VOICES & CLINK OF SILVER ETC.) Oh BOY...TURKEY! .... I want the DRUMSTICK!
WOMAN:
TOMMY...You're going to upset the gravy bowl and... (SOUND OF GRAVY BOWL OVERTURNING...WOMAN BREAKS OFF) Ohhh...Tommy...You've got gravy ALL OVER your SHIRT!
WILCOX:
(LAUGHS) Tommy's shirt'll be a REAL contribution to the family wash this time! To say nothing of the tablecloth. But does that bother his Mother?
WOMAN:
Tommy's shirt is certainly not very pretty but with Rinso in the wash tub it will come out like magic.
WILCOX:
(CHUCKLES) You see ladies, Rinso SOAKS clothes clean..in as little as ten minutes... Just a few quick finger rubs wherever the dirt's a little stubborn...and rinse! All your washable colors come SPOTLESSLY RINSO BRIGHT..safely, even after dozens of washings! And, of course...Rinso gets your white wash..
WHISTLE:
RINSO WHITE!
WILCOX:
RINSO WHITE! Because those peppy, rich suds GET OUT MORE DIRT. So make every washday a Rinso wash day and you'll whistle while you work.
WHISTLE:
RINSO WHITE!
WILCOX:
And now, back to Amos 'n' Andy and their guests - the Paul Taylor Chorus.
MUSIC:
THEME
WILCOX:
Well, it's Christmas Eve. Andy has just arrived at Amos' with an armful of packages.
AMOS:
Well, come in, son, you look like Santa Claus dere wid all dat stuff.
ANDY:
How is yo', boy? De tree looks good. Lemme lay dese packages down heah on de sofa.
SOUND:
PACKAGES BEING LAID DOWN
AMOS:
Yo' makin' de rounds, huh?
ANDY:
Yeh, makin' de rounds----spreadin' good cheer. Boy, dat IS a pretty tree---yo' got a lot o' lights on dere too.
AMOS:
Well, we jes' decolated dat tonight-----Ruby an' her Mama is gone out to take a few things to some poor people dat dey know heah in town----dey'll be gone 'bout an hour.
ANDY:
Yeah.
AMOS:
Say, Andy, why wasn't you over wid de fellers at de lodge hall yesterday afternoon.
ANDY:
Say, I musta clean forgot 'bout dat. Well, Amos, I'll leave dese packages heah.
AMOS:
All of 'em?
ANDY:
Yeah, heah's one foh Ruby---heah's one fo' her Mama---heah's one foh you---dere's a little toy auto foh your baby.
AMOS:
Gee, Andy--
ANDY:
An' heah's a package fo' yo' oldest child----yo' little girl. I got it marked on dere "From Santa Claus".
AMOS:
Dat's a nice lookin' package dere foh Arbadella all right.
ANDY:
Oh, jes' a little sumpin' I picked up.
AMOS:
Well, gee, you certainly is Santa Claus dis year, boy.
ANDY:
Well, I seed a lot o' stuff over at MY place from yo' house.
AMOS:
Well, like I told you Andy, it ain't much, but we wanted yo' to know dat we love yo' an' we'se thinkin' 'bout yo'.
ANDY:
Oh, well Amos, I feel betteh dis Christmas dan I ever felt. When is yo' gonna open up yo' packages?
AMOS:
Oh, de kids git up early an' we all git up an' start early Christmas mornin'. An' now, don' fo'git, yo' promised me dis mornin' dat you'd be heah for Christmas dinner.
ANDY:
Yeah, dat sho is nice o' yo' 'cause de other two I was goin' to didn't work out so good.
AMOS:
Well, we want yo' heah, so yo' count on it.
ANDY:
Well, yeh, dat's swell. Well, I gotta git goin', son. I gotta drop in on two, three people, say hello to 'em.
AMOS:
Okay. I'll see yo' tomorrow. Thanks a lot foh de presents, Andy. It sho was nice of you.
ANDY:
Nuthin' at all. Say Merry Christmas to Ruby an' her mama foh me - an' de kids.
AMOS:
Yeah, I will. I'm going back to Arbadella now.
ANDY:
So long, Amos.
SOUND:
DOOR OPEN
AMOS:
So long, Andy.
SOUND:
DOOR CLOSES
AMOS:
(HALF SINGS) Bring forth de Royal Diadem, an' Crown him Lord of all----(to Arbadella). Well, honey, you all in bed?
ARB:
Daddy, kin I turn on the little radio for a minute before I go to sleep?
AMOS:
Well, just for a minute or two. I'll snap it on fo' yo'. (AMOS DOES IT) Dere yo' is. Let it warm up a few seconds. We don't wanna wake up baby.
ARB:
Music never wakes him up, Daddy.
MUSIC:
(FADES IN) (CHOIR HUMS)
AMOS:
Lemme straighten your covers out a little bit----is yo' said yo' prayers?
ARB:
Mommie heard my prayers before she went out, Daddy.
CHOIR:
(PAUL TAYLOR HUMS LAST TWO BARS AND STOPS)
ANNOUNCER:
(FILTER) The Paul Taylor Chorus continues with "The Lord's Prayer."
CHOIR:
(TAYLOR STARTS HUMMING INTRODUCTION UNTIL CUE.)
AMOS:
(OVER HUMMING INTRODUCTION) Now, get under de covers.
ARB:
Daddy, could you get some Christmas music on the radio?
AMOS:
Why darlin' -- dis is de very best Christmas music you could git -- dey're goin' to sing de Lord's Prayer.
ARB:
I have been saying the Lord's prayer with Mommie -- she's been teaching it to me.
AMOS:
I know she is.
ARB:
What does the Lord's Prayer mean, Daddy?
AMOS:
It means an awful lot and with the world like it is today, it seems to have a bigger meaning than ever before.
ARB:
But whut does the Lord's Prayer mean, Daddy?
AMOS:
De Lord's Prayer? -- Well, darlin', I'll 'splain it to yo'.
ARB:
Will you, Daddy?
AMOS:
Now, you lay down, and you listen. De first line of de Lord's Prayer is dis:
CHOIR:
(PAUL TAYLOR STARTS ON LYRICS TO LORD'S PRAYER.)
AMOS:
Our Father which art in Heaven--dat means Father of all dat is good---where no wrong kin dwell.
AMOS:
Hallow'd be thy name---dat means, darlin', dat we should love an' respect all dat is good.
AMOS:
Thy Kingdom come, thy Will be done, in earth as it is in heaven---Dat means, darlin'---as we clean our hearts of all hate an' selfishness, an' fill our hearts wid love, de good, de true, an' de beautiful---den Earth will be like Heaven.
ARB:
Dat would be wonderful, Daddy.
AMOS:
Give us dis day our Daily bread-----dat means to feed our hearts an' minds wid kindness, love an' courage, which will make us strong for our daily task.
AMOS:
An' forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors---yo' remember de Golden Rule----
ARB:
Yessir.
AMOS:
Well, dat means, we must keep de Golden Rule an' do unto others as we would want dem to do unto us.
AMOS:
And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil--Dat means, my darlin', to ast God to help us DO, an' see, an' think right, so dat we will neither be led or tempted by anything dat is bad.
AMOS:
For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power, and de Glory forever--Amen.
AMOS:
Dat means darlin', dat all de world an' ev'vything dat's in it, belongs to God's Kingdom---ev'vything---mommie, your daddy, your little brother, yo' gram'ma--yo', an' ev'vybody---an', as we KNOW dat, an' ACT as if we know it, DAT is de real Spirit of Christmas.
ARB:
That's good, Daddy.
AMOS:
Now, I guess I oughta cut off de radio an' [let] yo' go to sleep.
ARB:
Good night, Daddy.
AMOS:
Good night, sweetheart.
ARB:
Daddy, will you leave the radio on while I go to sleep?
AMOS:
All right, I'll leave it on and you can listen to the Christmas music.
MUSIC:
MODULATE INTO "SILENT NIGHT"
AMOS:
Well, she's asleep.
SOUND:
CLICK - MUSIC STOPS (AMOS DOES THIS SOUND)
AMOS:
Merry Christmas, my darling.
MUSIC:
END OF SHOW
CLOSING COMMERCIAL
WILCOX:
And now here are Amos 'n' Andy.
AMOS:
How do you do, Ladies and gentlemen.
ANDY:
Hello folks.
AMOS:
On behalf of the makers of Rinso and everybody here we want to sincerely wish you a Happy Christmas.
ANDY:
We know that to many of you it won't really seem like Christmas this year, with your loved ones so far away. But we do have many things to be grateful for...
AMOS:
We hope and pray that a year from now we will all be able to celebrate a Christmas when there is really peace on earth.
ANDY:
Goodnight folks.
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WILCOX:
Be sure to be with us again next Friday evening at this same time when the makers of Rinso will again present "The Amos 'n' Andy Show". Our thanks to the Paul Taylor Chorus for joining Amos and Andy in their Christmas presentation tonight.
This program is broadcast to our armed forces everywhere. Friends, CARELESS TALK can LENGTHEN the war! Germany today is DESPERATE for any scrap of information that may be able to postpone an allied Victory. So remember, Americans...if you HEAR it from someone...DON'T REPEAT IT. If you SEE it yourself...DON'T REPEAT IT. But if you READ it in the newspapers or magazines or hear it on the radio, then the facts have been officially released and only then are we free to talk about them.
This is Harlow Wilcox saying goodnight to all of you from all of us.
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