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[music playing]

- Aunt Jemima.

- Aunt Jemima, America's
favorite pancake mix presents--

- The Nelsons.

- With--

- Ozzie, Harriet,
David, and Ricky.

[theme music]

- And now, Aunt
Jemima Pancake Mix

presents America's favorite
family comedy, "The Adventures

of Ozzie and Harriet," starring
the entire Nelson family--

Ozzie, Harriet,
David, and Ricky--

with Don DeFore as Thorny.

- Here's a big advertiser.

Maybe they'll take an ad.

- Be sure and write
down the addresses, too.

- What are you
putting down there?

- The campus mall shop.

- Yeah, they ought
to take a big ad.

Practically, all their
business is high school kids.

- I wish we could work up some
special idea to help sell them.

- You know what I was thinking?

We could run about
four of the ads

down the side of the front page.

We could charge more for those.

- Yeah, that sounds good.

- Here, let me
take one of those.

- Oh, that's all right.
I've got them balanced.

- I'll go back and
close the car door.

- Oh, hiya, Pop.

- Hi, Mr. Nelson.

- Oh, hello, boys...

Wherever you are.

- You're practically
standing on us.

- Oh.

Wait a minute, what's
this mess down here?

- Please, Pa, that's no way to
talk about a friend of mine.

- Oh.

[chuckles] No, I
don't mean Georgie.

I saw Georgie.

Hiya, George.

Uh, I meant all these
papers spread around here.

- We're selling ads
for our school paper.

Would you like to take an ad?

- Oh, well, I don't know
what I'd advertise right now.

- You could advertise
for somebody

to help carry those packages.

- [chuckles]

- Oh, come on, you can
help your poor, old father

carry those out to the kitchen.

- That's OK, I can handle them.

They've got a big business
conference going on here.

- Well, I don't know
what's going on,

but you're sure making a
mess out of the living room.

- That's, OK, Mom.
We'll clean it up later.

Don't move anything, OK?

- I'll go over and ask my
brother to drive us downtown.

Goodbye, Mrs. Nelson.

- Bye, Georgie.

What are you doing with all
these newspapers anyway?

- We're trying to find
some new customers for ads.

We figure if they took
ads in these papers,

they'll take an ad
in our school paper.

- Uh, Rick?

How's your school
paper coming along?

- I'm sorry to report we're
financially embarrassed, which

is a polite way of
saying we're flat broke.

- Oh, gee, I'm sorry
to hear that, son.

- Georgie and I
are going downtown

to talk to some merchants.

- Oh, well, that's a good idea.

Good luck.

- Well, your gray slacks just
came back from the cleaners.

You go upstairs and put them on.

- Gee, why, Mom?

- Well, to go
downtown, of course.

- You can't go down
and talk to businessmen

in those faded, old pants and
that tired, old club jacket.

- Why not?

Everybody else I know
dresses like this.

- Now, wait a minute, Rick.

Your mother's absolutely right.

You ought to have
a coat and tie on

if you're going down on
a business appointment.

- Gee, Pop, you want
me to look ridiculous?

- Well, no, but your mother and
I want you to look presentable.

- I look presentable.

Gee, you don't want
to give me a complex.

- I'd give you something else
if you weren't so darn big.

[car horn honks]

Go on, beat it.

Georgie's honking for you.

[car horn honks]

- Be right there, Georgie!

- He's not exactly dressed
for a business meeting, is he?

- No, he isn't.

But apparently, that's what
the well-dressed teenager's

wearing these days.

- Oh, doggone it.

- What's the matter?

- One of the main
reasons I went downtown

was to buy a birthday present
for your Uncle Walter,

and I forgot all about it.

- Oh, I thought you
men never forgot.

Whenever I forget
something, you always say,

oh, just like a woman.

- Well, if you'll
give me a minute,

I'll try and figure out
some way to blame it on you.

- I do have a
suggestion, though.

- What's that?

- Well, in case you don't
know what to get him,

I saw some nice sports
shirts in the window

of Peterson's Men's Shop.

- Yeah, that's a good idea.

He can always use
a sports shirt.

I'll pick one up next
time I'm downtown.

- Why don't you go
downtown right now?

You have plenty of time.

- Oh, well, I
don't feel like it.

Besides, I'd kind of like
to have an early dinner,

if you don't mind.

- Well, you'd better
go downtown now

or you won't have any dinner.

I forgot the lamb chops.

Just like a woman.

- Just like a woman.

[chuckles] You're not kidding.

I'll be back in a little while.

- Oh, wait a minute.

You're not going downtown
dressed like that, are you?

- Well, why not?

What's wrong with
the way I'm dressed?

I was just down there
dressed like this,

and I didn't hear anybody
register any complaints.

- Oh, well, that was different.

You were in the market and
you were carrying groceries

and things, but you can't
walk into a men's shop dressed

like that.

You just told Ricky to
put on a coat and tie.

- Well, that's
completely different.

Look, all I'm going
to do is go down there

and pick out a sports shirt.

Ricky's trying to sell some
advertising to businessmen.

- What's the difference?

- Harriet, I'm not going to
put on a tie and coat just

to walk into
Peterson's Men's Shop.

[music playing]

- Oh, hello, Mr. Nelson.

- Hello, Mr. Peterson.

How are you today?

- Well, I must say, I'm much
better since you've come in.

- Oh, well, thanks a lot.

I'm afraid I'm not here for a
very large purchase, however.

- Regardless, Mr.
Nelson, just to talk

with a man who dresses as sanely
as you do is pleasure enough.

Of course, if you do decide to
buy something, that's fine too.

- Oh, well, I take it
business isn't too good today.

- Oh, it isn't so much the
amount of business we're doing.

It's the type of
things we have to sell.

Men seem to have completely
lost all appreciation

of fine clothes.

Most of the younger
men, that is.

I notice you're still
impeccably attired.

- Actually, my wife--

Well, that is, uh, well,
I'm just rather casually.

- You can't imagine
how depressing it

is to watch our fine, old
sartorial traditions passing

from the scene.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.

- For instance, how
many people do you

know who dress for
dinner anymore?

- Well, let's see...

- No fair counting
yourself, now.

- Well, actually, I'm afraid we
don't dress for dinner either.

- You don't?

- Uh, no.

Just a dark suit, of course.

- Well, that's
certainly acceptable.

Believe me, Mr. Nelson, I
don't have many customers

with your fine taste.

No, my good merchandise has
been going very slowly lately.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- But here I am complaining
about business instead

of taking care of your needs.
Now, what can I do for you?

- Oh.

- I have some lovely
new garden-length black,

silk socks with contrasting
clocks that are going very

slowly.

In fact, they
aren't going at all.

- Oh, uh, no, what I
had in mind was a shirt.

I saw some real nice ones
in your window last week.

- Oh, yeah, you must mean
the new ruffled dress shirt.

- Uh, no, no.

This wasn't a dress shirt.

- I have some of the
Alexander Hamilton models here

that are going rather poorly.

- Uh, no, of course that's a
beautiful shirt, but this is

for a gift for my wife's uncle.

- Oh, in that case, perhaps one
of these elegant white shirts

would be suitable.

Imported broad cloth.

French cuffs, of course.

- Oh, no, that's very
nice too, but, uh, it's

from my wife's uncle, as I said.

And I think he'd prefer
a, well, if you'll forgive

the expression, a sports shirt.

- [chuckles] There's nothing
to be embarrassed about, Mr.

Nelson.

After all, we can't control the
taste of our relations, now,

can we?

- Well, that's a
very nice attitude.

- How about this one?

Isn't this atrocious?

- Oh, I guess.

Well, uh, maybe not atrocious.

Would you say
frightening, perhaps?

- [chuckles] Oh,
this one's atrocious.

- Oh, yeah, yeah,
that's a dandy.

I'll take that one.

[music playing]

- Oh, hi, Dave.

- Hiya, Pop.

- You making a
sandwich there, huh?

You seen Rick?

- Uh, no, sir, but
there's his jacket.

- You know, it's funny, I can't
remember our wearing jackets

like this when I was a kid.

We used to wear these
blazers, but somehow they

seem a little neater.

- If you ask Ricky, he thinks
that jacket's pretty neat.

- Do all the kids wear
jackets like this?

- Well, most of them, I guess,
most of them Ricky's age,

anyway.

- I wish we could get him
interested in dressing

a little better.

Why don't you have a
little talk with him, Dave?

- Who?

Me?

- Well, yeah.

I mean, after all,
he's your brother.

- Yeah, but he's your son.

- Yeah, well, sometimes,
brothers are very close.

Aren't you and Rick very close?

- Oh, sure, Pop, especially when
he wants to borrow some money.

- Well, we got to do something.

- You know, they say
in my psychology class

that habits and attitudes
are mostly acquired.

Maybe if Ricky saw us
setting a good example,

he'd change without
even realizing it.

- Yeah, I think you got
something there, Dave.

Then he wouldn't think we were
trying to put something over

on him or tell him what to do.

- Of course, that
would mean we'd

have to be dressed up around
the house all the time.

- Oh, that's OK.

That's not going to hurt us.

That's a good idea.

Think I'll tell your
mother about this.

- Uh, Pop?

Maybe you'd better
take the credit for it.

- Oh, no, don't be silly, Dave.

It's your idea.

You take the credit for it.

- You don't think there's a
chance of Ricky finding out,

do you?
- Oh, I don't think so.

Why?
- Oh, I don't know.

It's just that he's
my brother and all,

and I wouldn't want him to
think I was putting anything

over on him.

We've been so close and all.

- Oh, I wouldn't
worry about that, son.

- Besides, I'm a little
short of cash this week,

and I wouldn't want him
to get too far away.

- [AMUSED] Oh.

Or don't make too
big a sandwich yet,

Dave, because dinner's
practically ready.

You don't want to spoil it.

[music playing]

Is dinner about ready, Harriet?

- Just about, dear.

- Hey, you look fine, Dave.

- Oh, thanks, Pop.

- Straighten your
tie a little there.

- Would one of you fellows
please fasten me up?

- Oh, yeah, that's
a beautiful dress.

There you are.

- Where's the guest of honor?

- Well, I don't know.

Was Rick up in the room, Dave?

- I haven't seen
him all day, Pop.

- Well, tell me, what
are we supposed to do?

Yell "surprise" or
something when he comes in?

- No, I don't think so.

Just act perfectly
natural, and I'm

sure he'll see how
nicely dressed we are.

And I guarantee you bye the
next meal, he'll take the hint

and he'll be dressed nicely too.

Kids are born
imitators, you know?

- I think I hear
him coming, Pop.

- Oh.

Just act nonchalant.

- Oh, hiya, folks.

Is dinner ready yet?

- Uh, just about, yeah.

- Hey, Mom, do I have
any clean, white shirts?

- Well, yes, you should have
some in your second drawer.

- Oh.

Would you pardon me for a
minute while I go up and change?

I've had this shirt
on for over an hour.

[music playing]

- Hi, Oz!

- Oh, hi, Thorny.

Hey, you're looking pretty
sharp there, old boy.

It's nice to see you taking
an interest in your appearance

for a change.

- Well, it's not me, Oz.

Catherine's the one who's taken
an interest in my appearance.

She made me dress like this.

- Well, whoever it
is, it isn't going

to hurt you to dress up
a little occasionally.

- Well, I don't mind
dressing up occasionally,

but Catherine wants
me to do it every day.

She's got me dressing for
breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Tell me, which
one of these suits

would be proper for meatloaf?

- I'd say this brown one here.

Yeah, you've got
a head start here.

A little tomato
sauce on the lapel.

- That's not a bad idea.

You know, this whole thing is
your fault, you troublemaker.

- Well, how do you
figure it's my fault?

- You're the guy
who's been walking

around wearing a suit in
the middle of the day.

You're a bad influence on
the whole neighborhood.

- Well, I've been dressing
up for a very good reason.

- Well, at least you
could have the decency

to stay in your
own house and not

let the other wives see you.

- Will you listen to me
for a minute, please?

See, Ricky's been real careless
about his appearance lately.

Oh, I know a kid his
age isn't supposed

to be a dude or
anything like that,

but he's been overdoing it.

So Harriet and I figured
if the rest of the family

would dress up a bit, it might
have a good effect on him.

- Well, if I know Ricky,
you're just wasting your time.

- Oh?

You really think so, huh?

- Yes, I do.

I don't mean to tell you
how to run your family, Oz,

but I happen to be a pretty fair
amateur psychologist, you know?

- No, I didn't know that.

That comes as quite a surprise.

- Oh, sure.

I made quite a study of it;
books, lectures, articles,

and all that sort of stuff.

You know that leather
couch in my den?

- Yeah.

- Fairly well-known
psychiatrist owned that.

- And you figure we're
wasting our time proceeding

along these lines with Ricky?

Is that it?

- That's my opinion.

Of course, it's all a
matter of understanding

the juvenile mind.

- Yes, I see.

Well, I think I've lived
next door to you long enough

to understand that.

- Now, Oz, if you don't want to
listen to what I've got to say,

OK.

- No, wait a minute.

I'm very anxious to get
your opinions, Doctor.

Tell me, why won't
this work with Ricky?

I always thought kids
were born imitators.

- Yeah, that's when
they're very young,

but Ricky's at an
age now where he's

beginning to rebel against
the conventions of society.

He wears sloppy clothes as
a badge of his independence.

It's a stage that
all kids go through.

- Oh, I see.

- It's nothing to
worry about, of course.

As he grows older and gets more
involved in social activities,

then he'll become more
conscious of his appearance.

I used to be the same way.

- Oh, yes, I know,
about three days ago.

- Hiya, Pop.

Hi, Mr. Thornberry.

- Oh, hello, Rick.

How did everything go
in school today, son?

- Oh, fine, thanks.

- Well, uh, thanks a lot for
the advice, Thorny, old boy.

- Wait a minute, Oz,
who'd you say that was?

- Well, who'd it look like?

- From the haircut to the
chin, it looked like Ricky,

but the resemblance
ended right there.

What's he all dressed up for?

- Well, I'll tell you, Thorny.

See, Ricky has been a little
careless about his appearance

lately, so Harriet and I figured
if the rest of the family

set a good example by dress--

- OK, OK, Oz.

- Wait, where are you going?

- Going in to burn up
my psychology books.

[music playing]

- Holy smokes, what's all this?

- The laundry.

- Well, yeah, I know,
but for how many weeks?

- For two days.

This business of
dressing up every day

certainly is tough on shirts.

- Yeah, but it's
worth it, though.

It's been wonderful for Ricky.

Gosh, he looks like
a different boy.

- Yes, he does.

I was talking to
Mrs. Dunkle, and she

remarked what a wonderful change
there had been in Georgie, too.

I gave you full credit.

- Oh, well, thanks
a lot, dear, but I

don't deserve all the credit.

After all, it's
a family project.

- Well, we'll give you most
of it since it was your idea.

- Well, I guess that works
out fair enough, at that.

I'll take the credit, and
you can have the laundry.

- I'm afraid you're a
little ahead of me, though.

You've only got one
white shirt left.

- Oh, yeah, I noticed that.

Well, I need some more
white shirts anyway.

I think I'll take a run down
at Peterson's and pick some up.

- Oh, well, don't be gone
too long because we're

having a roast for dinner.

- Oh, hello, Mr. Nelson.

- Hello, Mr. Peterson.

- Well, it's a beautiful
afternoon, isn't it?

- Oh, yes, it is.

Say, you seem mighty
cheerful today.

- Oh, well, I
should, Mr. Nelson.

Business is booming.

I've sold more this week than
I have in the past month.

- Well, that's wonderful.

What do you suppose
is responsible for it?

- Well, I went on what you might
call an advertising campaign.

Oh, I don't mean billboards
or television, you understand?

- No, no, no, of course not.

- It wasn't anything
on a large scale

but it certainly
brought results.

- Well, I'm glad to hear that.

- I was especially happy the way
my line of campus clothes went.

I'm practically sold out.

- Oh, good for you.

- However, I'm sure
you didn't come in here

to hear about my business.
Now, what can I do for you?

- Well, I wanted to buy some
plain white shirts, say,

about a half a dozen of them.
- Oh, yes.

What was your size again now?

- 16, neck.

33, sleeve.

- Mhm.

Well, I hope I have
some of them in stock.

I've sold quite a
few in that size.

- Let's see.

I seem to have run a little
short on shirts this week.

- I am afraid that's the
only one I have, Mr. Nelson.

I expect a shipment
in in a few days.

- Oh, it's the only one, huh?

- I'm awfully sorry.

- Oh, that's OK.

- Do you suppose you could
squeeze into a 15-35?

- Oh, no, I really
don't think so.

- I really feel
terrible about this.

You're one of my best
customers, you know?

- Oh, don't worry
about it, Mr. Peterson.

- Here, let me wrap
this up for you.

- No, that's all right.

I can take it just
as it is, thanks.

- I should have some
more in in a few days.

- Oh, well, fine.

I'll stop by then.

- I'll be sure and put
some of them aside for you.

- Oh, thanks a lot.

And will you charge
this, please?

- Of course.

I hope you understand,
Mr. Nelson,

it's just that business
has been so good.

- Oh, I understand perfectly.

Don't worry about it.

- I'll see you next week then.

- OK, goodbye.

- Could you use a
17-32, Mr. Nelson?

Mr. Nelson?

[music playing]

- What are you
looking for, Dave?

- Oh, I wanted to borrow
one of Pop's white shirts.

- Are you all out, too?

- I have one left.

I was saving it for a Kappa
Sig party tomorrow night.

- Oh, I'm afraid your father has
only one white shirt left, too.

- I guess I'd better
not take that then.

Boy, these formal dinner sure
are rough on your wardrobe.

- Well, maybe so,
but they've certainly

had a good effect on Ricky.

- Hi.

- Oh, hi, dear.

Did you buy some
new white shirts?

- Uh, yeah, I bought all they
had in my size, and here it is.

Mr. Peterson's been having a
big week down there, sold out

of practically everything.

- Gee, I don't know
what I'm going to do.

I'm all out of white shirts.

- Well, look,
dear, why don't you

wear one of those shirts we
bought in New York last summer?

- They're a little small for me.

I guess I have no choice.

- You know, I enjoy
dressing for dinner,

but don't you think we're
overdoing it just a bit?

- Well, we want to look
nice in front of Ricky.

- I thought the original
idea was for Ricky

to look nice in front of us.

- Well, yes, but we
have to keep it up.

We don't want him to go
back to those old pants

and that dirty club jacket.

- I suppose not.

- I wonder what tie I would
wear for dinner tonight.

- You'd better buy
yourself some new ties.

The boys haven't left
you much of a selection.

- You're not kidding.

I might as well keep this on.

- Oh, and while you're
about to, buy yourself

another pair of cufflinks.

You only have one pair.

- Well, my shirts
only have two cuffs.

- Yeah, I know, but if you
should lose one cufflink,

you're out of luck.

Paper clips aren't
in style this year.

- Well, I suppose I
could buy another pair.

- Oh, and you'd better take some
of your suits to the cleaners.

They could stand a pressing.

- Oh, uh, well, I'll
do that tomorrow.

Harriet?

- Yes, dear?

- You know, the
more I think of it,

Ricky looked pretty good in
those old pants and that club

jacket.

[music playing]

- I wonder what's keeping Ricky.

- Well, I think he's
upstairs dressing.

Probably having a
little difficulty

knotting his tie or something.

- Ricky, dinner's on the table!

- OK, coming, Mom.

- My tie look all right, Pop?

- Yeah, looks fine, Dave.

- Sorry I'm so late.

I had to get dressed.

- That's OK, son.

Well, what the heck
do you call that?

- Something wrong, Pop?

- Well, I thought you were
getting dressed for dinner.

- This is the way
I always dress.

- Well, not in
the last few days.

- Oh, that.

Boy, I'm glad that's over.

- Well, you're glad what's over?

- Well, the deal
Georgie and I made

to sell the ad to Mr. Peterson.

- Oh, you mean you and George
sold an ad to Mr. Peterson

for your school paper?

- Not at first, we didn't.

He was pretty tough to sell.

That's when we got the big idea.

- What big idea is that?

- We said we'd dress
up for three days

and see if we couldn't get the
guys at school to take more

interest in their clothes, too.

- Well, that sounds
like a wonderful idea.

- It's sort of basic psychology,
but sometimes it works.

- Evidently, it worked for
the boys at school, huh?

- It worked even
better on the parents.

You know, parents
are born imitators.

- Yeah, it seems to me I
have heard that someplace.

- Yesterday,
practically everybody

wore a necktie to school, so
we got the ad for Mr. Peterson

in the collection.

- What collection are
you talking about?

- The guys all took
up a collection

to get us to start dressing
like human beings again.

- Uh, say, Harriet, would
you pardon me for a minute?

I think I'll take
off this tie and put

on something more comfortable.

- I think I'll put on something
more comfortable, too.

- Me, too.

This collar is killing me.

[music playing]

- Rick, I've been thinking
about this collection

the kids at school took
up to keep you and Georgie

from dressing up, and I don't
think it sounds ethical.

- Oh, we didn't
keep the money, Mom.

We turned it back to the paper.

- How do you mean
you turned it back?

- We took out a big ad.

This clothes idea
was such a good one

that Georgie and I decided to
go into business for ourselves.

- Now, what business could you
and Georgie possibly go into?

- My card.

- "Ricky Nelson and Georgie
Dunkle, sartorial consultants."

[music playing]

- Aren't you a little
dressed up for breakfast?

- Well, not necessarily.

I kind of got used to wearing
a coat the last few days,

and I sort of like
this formal approach.

I think it's all coming back.

That stuff goes in
cycles anyway, you know?

- Oh, I'm glad to hear
you say that, dear.

The girls on the dance
committee all thought so.

- What dance committee is that?

- The woman's club charity
dance Saturday night.

- Holy smokes, is that thing
coming around again so soon?

- Yeah, and we're going to
make it formal this year.

- Well, whose idea was that?

- Well, Mrs. Peterson
suggested it.

- Mrs. Peterson?

What'd she try to do, sell some
more of her husband's dress

shirts?

- You sound as if you
don't like the idea.

- Oh, yeah, I don't
mind dressing formally,

but those hard-boiled shirts
are kind of hard to take.

- Why don't you buy one
of those ruffled shirts?

They're very smart.

- Yeah, that's a good idea.

They're more comfortable.

How did you hear about those?

- Oh, Mrs. Peterson happened
to mention her husband

was running a sale on them.

- Well, in that case,
maybe I'd better phone them

before the rush starts.

Pardon me.

Well, hello, Mr. Peterson.

This is Ozzie Nelson.

- Well, hello there, Mr. Nelson.

Nice to hear from you.

- Well, thank you.

I'll tell you why I called.

Uh, we're going to a
dance Saturday night,

and I wondered if you have any
of those Alexander Hamilton

type dress shirts left.

- Yes, I think we
have one in your size.

- Well, good.

I'll stop by for it.

- This is quite a
coincidence you're calling.

I was just going to call you.

- Oh, is that so?

- Yes, I received a very nice
letter from your wife's uncle.

He was delighted with
that sports shirt.

In fact, he ordered
a couple more.

- Oh, how about that?

Probably going to a
masquerade or something.

- Oh, I don't think so.

He said all his friends
complimented him

on the one you sent him.

His wife said it made him
look about 10 years younger.

- Oh.

[chuckles] Well, I knew the
old boy was a little eccentric,

but I didn't realize
he was that far gone.

- Well, I do think the trend is
towards informality in shirts,

however.

- Well, I suppose.

No matter how crazy
the shirt, there's

always somebody crazy
enough to wear it.

- I guess you're right at that.

[ending theme]

- Thank you very much.

I understand we have one of our
outstanding citizens backstage

this evening.

I'd like to introduce
to you Mr. JT Blaylock,

President of the Greater
Los Angeles Chapter

of the National Safety Council.

Mr. Blaylock.

- How do you do, Ozzie?
Delighted to know you.

- Hello, Mr. Blaylock.
- Thank you very much.

- How do you do?

Thank you.

In addition to promoting
safe practices each week

on your very entertaining
television show,

you, Ozzie and Harriet, made
another major contribution

towards safety during 1955.

The safety messages
you recorded last year

were used by hundreds of
stations throughout the nation.

The National Safety Council is
grateful for this fine support

of its accident
prevention program.

And in appreciation
of your efforts,

I'm happy to present
to each of you

on behalf of Ned H. Dearborn,
President of the National

Safety Council, the
National Safety Council's

Public Interest Award.

This is yours, Harriet.
- Thank you.

- And this is yours, Ozzie.
- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

[music playing]

- [SINGING] Every day's
a holiday with Hotpoint.

- I'm Happy Hotpoint,
here to remind you

that next week,
your Hotpoint dealer

will bring you the Nelsons--

Ozzie, Harriet,
David, and Ricky.

- You ought to see the
Hotpoint all-electric kitchens.

- Yeah, and laundries, too.

In color.

- Your Hotpoint dealer will
be glad to show them to you.

- Believe me, every day's
a holiday with Hotpoint.

[music playing]

- Gavin Gordon was
seen as Mr. Peterson.

Bruce Campbell played the
part of Georgie Dunkle.

This is Verne Smith speaking.

[music playing]

- Fire is one of
the great destroyers

of property and lives.

Cut down the toll by
obeying simple safety rules.

Don't smoke in bed or toss away
lighted cigarettes or matches.

Get rid of inflammable trash.

Keep electrical equipment
and wiring in good condition.

- This has been an
ABC Television Network

presentation.