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George and Carol

November 11, 2009
Following Gracie’s retirement George tried going on without her.  A number of people played with George in place of Gracie including the world renouned Carol Channing.  What follows is a routine that they did together.  You may recognize many of the old jokes that actually came directly from the old Burns & Allen routines.

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Carol and George enter from opposite sides and meet center stage.

George: Ladies and gentlemen, Carol is now going to say hello to everybody.

Carol: Hello, everybody.

George: Let’s see, how should we start?

Carol: I always like to start with a joke.

George: I think Carol’s got a good idea there.

Carol: All right. I took my girlfriend to the doctor’s today, and while I was there somebody told this joke that had everybody dying laughing.

George: I’m sure we’d like to hear it.

Carol: Well, it went like this: “Don’t let that upset you, he never says good-bye to anybody!” (A long pause)

George: That can’t be the whole joke.

Carol: There was some stuff ahead of it that I didn’t hear, but that was the line that had everybody dying laughing.

George: I think we better find another way to start.

Carol: This might be interesting. While I was in the doctor’s office I read a newspaper that had the latest census report on this city. And you people out there don’t look tired and worn out.

George: Tired and worn out? You don’t look that way to me, either.

Carol: Well, right at the top of the census report it said, “Population of Seattle–broken down by age and sex!”

George: I don’t think she understands what that means.

Carol: Ohhhhh, yes I do. I’ve known about the birds and the bees all my life.

George: That’s a surprise to me.

Carol: When I was a little girl my mother told me how the bees carry pollen from flower to flower on their feet. I even tried it and believe me its nothing.

George: I’m sorry to hear that–I was getting ready to take off my shoes.

Carol: And I read something else in the newspaper while I was in the doctor’s office. A very rich man died, and the lawyer read his will to his sons and daughters and their husbands and wives. It said for every new child that was born they would get an extra half million dollars, but they weren’t interested.

George: That’s hard to believe.

Carol: Well, they weren’t. Before he even finished reading the will the room was empty.

George: The reason they ran out was they were probably double-parked.

Carol: Anyway, this doctor has a beautiful redheaded nurse with the most gorgeous figure. But she was sick, too, poor little thing. She kept begging the doctor to take her appendix out.

George: Can you folks imagine a beautiful nurse askig a doctor to take out her appendix?

Carol: It’s true. Every time she went into his private office I could hear her hollering, “Doctor, please, cut it out!”

George: That doctor really knew how to operate.

Carol: Let me tell you folks why my girlfriend went to see the doctor in the first place. She went to have the dents taken out of her knees.

George: Well, if you’ve got dents in your knees, that’s the place to go.

Carol: That’s what she had. When I looked in the office, the doctor was pounding them out with a rubber hammer.

George: He was trying to get a look at her reflexes.

Carol: Well, no wonder she kept kicking at him…. And while she was in the doctor’s office I cheered up all the patients in the waiting room. There was one little boy there who looked so sad, so I took him around and made everybody shake hands with him. It made him so happy he almost forgot he had the measles.

George: Carol’s friendliness is really contagious.

Carol: I helped the nurse, too. I answered the phone for her. Somebody wanted to know if a man eighty-five years old could have rickets.

George: I can’t wait to hear what her answer was.

Carol: I said let him have all he wants as long as he chews them well.

George: For a minute I thought she might give the wrong answer, but she fooled me.

Carol: And then the doctor from the next office came in, and he was whistling.

George: He must have had something to whistle about.

Carol: The nurse said that he was Dr. Brown, the famous obstetrician. She said that last year he had two hundred and sixty babies.

George: Well, that’s wonderful.

Carol: It might be wonderful for him, but I’ll bet his wife isn’t whistling.

George: I’d like to straighten her out, but she’s so happy the way she is.

Carol: I tried to have a talk with that doctor, but he was in a hurry to get back to his office. He said he had a little boy in there a year and a half old who couldn’t hold on to his food. So I said, “Why don’t you give him a live lobster? If he can’t hold on to his food, give him food that can hold on to him.”

George: I’ll bet that doctor wasn’t whistling when he left.

Carol: Then this woman sitting next to me told me she sprained her back playing tennis. She told me that she hadn’t held a racket in her hand for two years. So I said, “My goodness, where have you been holding it?”

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The List

November 2, 2009

Gracie: Thomas Edison, Winston Churchill. How can they pick men like that to head the list?

George: I’m intrested to know, Gracie, who is your choice?

Gracie: Need you ask, George? I’m thinking of a man whose glorious romantic voice has thrilled millions.

George: ‘The birds are sweetly singing and perfumed flowers are bringing in the wind-’

Gracie: No, a man whose charm and talent are world-famous.

George: Gracie, this is getting embarrassing.

Gracie: Only one man should top this list–Charles Boyer.

George: Charles Boyer?

Gracie: Uh-huh.

George: You put him ahead of Edison?

Gracie: Yep.

George: Edison invented the electric lights.

Gracie: With Boyer, who needs them?

George: Gracie, there are some pretty great men on this list.

Gracie: Not as great as Boyer. Well, look at these names. Arturo Toscanini, conductor. How do you like that? A man who punches transfers.

George: He happens to be a musical conductor.

Gracie: All right, so he hums while he punches transfers. And here’s another one, Einstein. Now what did he do?

George: Einstein?

Gracie: Yes.

George: What did he do?

Gracie: Uh-huh.

George: He’s the father of relativity.

Gracie: Oh, what does she do?

George: Relativity Einstein?

Gracie: Yeah.

George: She’s at Warner Bros…  You know, Gracie, for a minute there, instead of Boyer, I thought that you thought that I belonged on that list of great men.

Gracie: Oh. Oh, well, you see, George, you’re my husband and I don’t think of you as a man.

George: Well, thanks.

Gracie: I mean, I don’t think of you as a man who does anything.

George: Thanks again.

Gracie: I mean, I don’t think of you as a man that does anything romantic.

George: A triple thanks, and stop thinking about me.

Gracie: Aw, now I’ve hurt your feelings, and I didn’t mean to, George. You know, I’d rather be married to you than any man on this list: Churchill, Edison, Stalin, Hitler.

George: You have just earned my fourth ‘Thank you.’

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How to Become President: Chapter 6

November 1, 2009

HOW NOT TO OFFEND ANYBODY

AS a well-known great man would have said if he had thought of it, “Don’t go around offending people just because it can be done sitting down.”

People like to be remembered. This is especially true on birthdays and anniversaries, so if you’re running for office you should try to remember faces, even if you don’t want to call them names.

I used to have a terrible memory. It bothered me for quite a while, and then I met a famous man on a train. He wrote books telling people how to make other people like them. I told him how I was always forgetting to remember faces and figures, not having been brought up to know anything about pots and pans, and he gave me a long lesson.

Two years later I met him again and he came up to me smiling.

“Remember me, Miss Livingston?” he said.

“I’ll never forget you, Dr. Stanley,” I assured him.

You can do the same. And if that doesn’t work, let me testify from my personal knowledge that many a droopy candidate has been brought back to perfect health by simply taking a few bottles of Dr. Farley’s Green Ink for Pale Presidents.

So cultivate friendships. If you don’t have time to cultivate all of them, plow under every fifth one and collect your bonus.

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Little thoughtless remarks can easily do lasting damage. Like the time my brother handed a man a crisp new five-dollar bill and the man said, “It looks like you made it yourself.” My brother let him keep it for his honesty, but he hasn’t been the same since.

God is said to love the poor people because he made so many of them, and we politicians should love them for much the same reason. Where do you find twelve votes per family, in Larchmont or the Bronx? You can have your Rockefellers. I’ll take Frank Parker.

But even rich people have feelings which should be respected. For instance, I know what caused the Depression. It was caused by brokers who washed their sales and found too late that they couldn’t do a thing with them. But do I go around saying so? No. Even brokers vote, especially if it doesn’t rain on Election Day and the Yanks are playing out of town.

When you learn to make everybody happy, you will possess the golden secret of how to milk the contented voters. But do it in such a way that they won’t think you want them to vote for you just because you need the money.

They need the money, and besides, they can think up other reasons if they try.

Look at all the people Mrs. Roosevelt makes happy. People may criticize her now for doing so many outside things, but that will all be forgotten, just like the way the same people who used to talk about Martha Washington now take her candy shops for granted. Now that I think of it, have you ever considered what a great President Mrs. Roosevelt would make? It’s not just her charm and personality. She has intellect, tact, humor, and a keen sense of her responsibilities to–but wait a minute! Who am I campaigning for, Mrs. Roosevelt or me?

However, as a certain great radio comedian always says just before he goes on the air, “You can’t please everybody, so what does the sponsor go for?” The masses demand a fighting President, and that means you’ve got to offend somebody, because the way I see it, a strong offense is the best attack.

So what can you offend?

That’s an easy one. Offend the other candidates, because they’ll be too busy talking to hear you, and besides, they might not vote for you anyway.

There are many things you can say. I would suggest starting with such names as “Tool of Wall St.,” “Old Wheel Horse,” and “Party Hack.” If your opponent is young, call him a student of politics, because everybody knows the way things are what we need is a graduate. If he looks too honest, call him a visionary or a reformer: and if he’s smarter than you, you can work wonders with such things as “crafty” and “clever.” Say he rented his children from the pound, and that if elected he’ll close all the banks just because his brother-in-law is overdrawn $3.85. Just do others as you would hate to have them do you, and it’s in the bag.

So this gives you an idea, and I will close with one final tip: In writing letters, don’t start out, “Dear Sir Madam.” Be definite. People like to be one or the other. That’s why they put up those signs in restaurants and places.

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Betty Grable does the “College Swing”

October 12, 2009

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Gracie’s Banking Tips

October 9, 2009

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Gracie: Where do you keep your money?

George: In the bank.

Gracie: What intrest do you get?

George: Four percent.

Gracie: Ha! I get eight.

George: You get eight?

Gracie: I keep it in two banks.

Gracie: My sister had a baby.

George: Boy or girl?

Gracie: I don’t know, and I can’t wait to find out if I’m an uncle or an aunt.

George: I’ll take you home if you’ll give me a kiss.

Gracie: All right. If you take me home, I’ll give you a kiss.

[As he started walking her across the stage, he stopped abruptly.]

George: Wait a second. Is your mother home?

Gracie: Sure she is, but my father won’t let you kiss my mother.

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