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- Hi, everybody.

I'm Harriet Nelson.

You know, around
our house, we're

great believers in regular
brushing of the teeth.

As a matter of fact,
if I'm not mistaken,

David and Ricky are upstairs
brushing their teeth right now.

- Oh, hi.

I'm David Nelson.

I figure if you've got to
brush your teeth anyway,

you might as well use
Listerine Toothpaste.

Oh, my little brother Ricky here
feels the same way about it.

- Yes, sir.

I don't mess around, boy.

- Listerine Antiseptic
and Listerine Toothpaste

present America's favorite
family comedy, "The Adventures

of Ozzie and Harriet",
starring the entire Nelson

family, Ozzie, Harriet,
David, and Ricky.

So settle back in
your easy chairs

and enjoy another delightful
half hour with all the Nelsons.

Ozzie Nelson, of
course, plays the part

of the head of the
Nelson household, Ozzie.

And here is his lovely
wife, Harriet Nelson,

who keeps the family
on an even keel.

Hello, Harriet.

The smiling young
teenager we now see

is David Nelson, older
of the two Nelson boys,

and played by David Nelson.

And here we have the
youngest of the Nelsons,

the little guy with
the twinkle in his eye,

Ricky Nelson, played
by Ricky Nelson.

The Nelson's next door
neighbor, Mr. Thornberry,

better known as
Ozzie's pal Thorny,

is played by Don DeFore.

Who is it?

- Just me, Harriet.

I went out to get the mail.

- You have a lot more
courage than I have.

There's liable to be
a lot of bills there.

- Well, I figured I'd
work up to it gradually.

Oh boy, that perfume you're
wearing is really something!

Perfume?

- Yeah, I thought I
smelled it when I was

out there by the front door.

- Oh, I guess I did put
some hand lotion on.

- Oh, here's a bill.

Here's a bill.

And that's all.

- You've got a
whole handful left.

- I know, but I've had
enough for one morning.

- Oh, silly.
Give them to me.

- I hope you have better luck.

- Here's a bill.

- Strike one.

- Here's another bill.

- Strike two.

- Here's an advertisement.

- Foul ball.

- Oh, Ozzie, there must
be something else here.

- Got anything there for me, Ma?

- No, I don't think so, David.

- Boy, that's some perfume.

- Well, thank you.

But I don't think I have
any more on than usual.

- You dropped a letter.

- Oh--

- I'll get it.

- Who's it for?

Holy smokes.

Holy smokes!

- What's the matter?
Is it on fire?

- I don't know.

Take a whiff of this.

- Oh, so that's where
that was coming from.

Who's it for?

- Oh no, this is impossible.

- What's the matter?
- It's for Ricky!

- Well, it could be worse.

It could be addressed
to your father.

- I'll drink to that.

- We'll have to get rid of this.

I'm starting to
get a little dizzy.

- Yeah, it's a little one,
but it sure is powerful.

- Somebody call me?

- Well, it just happens
that we were about to.

There's a letter for you.

I wish you'd claim it.

- Where is it?

- Uh, just follow your nose.

- Oh, thank you.

- Who's it from, anyway?

- It must be from one
of my girlfriends.

Smells like ladies
night in a Turkish bath.

- Boy, Pop sure gets around.

- Well, come on, aren't
you going to open it?

- I thought we could just
sit here and smell it.

- Come on.

Open it, will ya?

- I don't know if I should.

It's marked "Personal."

- Well, I think it's all right.

It's addressed to you.

- Well, it may be
a little mushy.

- Go ahead.

Read it.

- Well, OK.

Don't blame me if you get sick.

- Heck, the inside can't be
any worse than the outside.

- Come on.

Hurry up, will ya?

The suspense is
killing your mother.

- OK.

"Dear Ricky," --

- Well, it starts
off mildly enough.

- "How are you
today, lover boy?"

- Sounds like you've
made quite an impression

on a certain young lady.

- Oh, I don't mess around, boy.

- Well, come on.

Read the rest of it.

- I think somebody
better censor it first.

- It's only an invitation.

It says, "Dear Ricky, how
are you today, lover boy?"

- Yes, yes.

We heard that part.

- "Please go to the
dance with me, or else."

- Or else what?

Come on, turn the
page, lover boy.

- Oh, yeah.

"Please go to the dance
with me, or else I'll

have to ask Andy
Andrews, and I don't

want to ask Andy
Andrews to the dance

because I don't like Andy
Andrews as much as you.

And besides, he can't dance."

- Well, that makes sense.

- "Please say Yes or you'll
break my heart in two."

The "please" is
underlined twice.

- Oh, I see.

- It's signed "Respectfully
yours, Julie Thornberry."

- Well, that sounds very nice.

- At least I'm glad
it wasn't mushy.

- We all are.

- Hey, there's a P.S.
- Oh?

What does it say?

- I don't know.

Some word I can't pronounce.

- How do you spell it?

- It's probably XXX.

- No, it's not that.

It's "risvip".

- Let me see that.

- See, R-S-V-P.

- That means she
expects an answer.

You'd better write
her a little note.

- Write a note to
Julie Thornberry?

- Well, of course.

Why not?

- Well, heck, she
only lives next door.

- Well, that's all right.

I still think it'd be very nice
to write her a little note.

- Oh, Mom.

- Oh, never mind now.

I'll help you with it and
mail it this afternoon.

- And when will it get there?

- Oh, tomorrow morning sometime.

You know how you like
to receive letters.

Think of what a surprise it'll
be for Julie when she gets

an answer in the morning mail.

- It sure will.

The dance is this afternoon.

- Oh.

Of course, that does
complicate things a bit.

- Tell me, is it customary
of the little girls

to invite the little boys
to dances these days?

Well, it's some kind
of a Leap Year dance

that our dancing
class is holding.

- Oh yeah, that's right.

It's the leap year, isn't it?

- Oh, don't worry, Pop.

I'm being real careful.

- Well, good for you.

- How come Julie waited until
the last minute to ask you?

- She didn't.

She asked me last week.
- Oh.

Then you've already accepted?

- Not exactly.

I said I'd think it over.

- You'd think it over?

- Well, yes, ma'am.

A guy can't be too
careful, you know.

- Well, I don't know.

That seems like a pretty
independent attitude to me.

- Beg your pardon?

- Aren't you afraid she'll
run off with somebody else?

- Well, how can she?

I'm the fastest
runner in our class.

- Big deal.

- Well, nevertheless,
I think he's right.

After all, you know
the old saying,

"There are plenty of
other fish in the sea."

- Well, if you ask me, that's
a pretty dangerous attitude

to take.

- Yeah, you'd better
be careful, Ricky.

First thing you know,
your big romance

will go right down the drain.

- And Julie's a cute
little dish, too.

- Well, heck, it's
just like Pop said.

There are plenty of
other dishes in the sink.

- Well, anyway, you've
got plenty of time

to worry about girls later on.

I should think you'd rather
be out playing football

than attending some dance
with a bunch of girls.

- Oh, fiddlesticks.

I think it's a very nice idea.

- Well, maybe you're right.

After all, he's not going to be
playing football all his life.

But he will be meeting and
associating with people.

And girls are people.

- I'll drink to that.

- Well, I still
say if I were you,

I'd rather be out playing
football with Dave

and the rest of the guys.

- Heck, I'd rather
go to the dance.

- I don't get it.

- Whenever I play
with those big guys,

they always make me play center.

- Well, playing
center's a lot of fun.

- For both sides?

- The defense rests.

- Hiya, Thorny.

- Oh, hiya, Oz.

Say, that young son of yours
is certainly the Dapper Dan,

isn't he?
- Oh, what do you mean?

- I just saw him take
off down the street

with his hair slicked down
and his shoes all shined.

From the way he
smelled, he must have

had on some of your
aftershave lotion.

Oh-- No, no, no.

That was just left
over from a letter

he received this morning.

- A letter?
- Yeah.

- What, is he on the sucker
list of a perfume factory?

- No, no.
Nothing as serious as that.

- Well, don't tell me
there's a fair lady involved.

- Yes, I'm afraid there is.

In fact, it's your
daughter Julie.

- Oh, so that's it.

All I can say is I certainly
feel sorry for Ricky.

That young daughter of mine is
a very determined young lady.

- Well, don't worry about Rick.

He's a pretty fast runner.

- Well, he'll have to
do more than just run.

You seem to forget this
is still Leap Year.

She'll take him right
over the hurdles.

Well, I don't
think he'll put up too much

of a struggle.

In fact, I'm a little
surprised at the interest

he shows in dancing
and girls at his age.

- Oh, Oz, I think
it's wonderful.

It'll sure save him a lot
of embarrassment later on.

- How so?

You may not believe
this, Oz, but when I was a boy,

it was sheer agony for me
to even talk to a girl,

let alone dance with her.
- You're kidding?

- Well, I know it's
hard to believe,

Oz, nut that's
just because you're

used to the polished drawing
room manners I have now.

- Didn't say that.

- You don't have to.
I just did.

- Nevertheless, I used
to be a shy, retiring,

self-conscious youth.

- Now, now, just a second.

It was only about
three weeks ago

you sat right in my
living room and claimed

you used to be quite
a boy with the girls.

- Well, Oz, that was later on.

When I was a small boy, I
was shy and self-conscious.

- I find that rather
hard to believe.

- Well, nevertheless, it's true.

And it was only
through painful effort

that I was able to overcome it.
- You're kidding?

- Nope.

And today, if I saw
an attractive girl,

I could walk right up to
her, introduce myself,

and talk very easily, and maybe
ask her for a dance or two.

I wouldn't have a
handicap in the world.

Except my wife, of course.

But believe me,
Oz, you ought to be

tickled to death that Ricky's
so easy in mixed company.

And according to the
rumors that I hear,

he's quite the lady-killer.

- Well, you know the old
saying, "Like father, like son."

Yeah, I know the saying.

What about it?

- Is it any wonder Ricky should
turn out to be a lady-killer?

Junior grade, of course.

- Well, I can see
where you might have

gotten by OK in your youth.
- No, no, no.

Wait a second, Thorny.

Don't you go around
telling everybody

I used to be a
devil with the girls

or they couldn't resist me.

All right, Oz.

I won't.

- I hope not.

However, if you should happen
to blurt it out by mistake,

don't worry about it.

I don't think
there's any danger of that

happening.

- You know, I never realized
what a strong influence

I must have had on the boys.

- Well, it's strange
you could overlook it.

- Those smooth manners,
those fine social graces.

Little of it must have
rubbed off on them.

- Well, now that you're
getting back to normal,

I think I'll be running along.

- You see, what
we don't realize,

Thorny, is that a boy
naturally identifies himself

with his father.
Now, you may say--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah--

- --he's a little young
for that sort of--

- Oz, Oz, just let go my arm.

I've got to be running along.
- What's your hurry?

For goodness sakes,
stop pulling away!

- Oz, you're hurting my arm.

- Well, then stop
interrupting me!

- Me?!

You're the one that's
doing all the interrupting!

- Well, then stop interrupting
me when I'm interrupting you!

Talk about smooth social
grace and good manners.

You're positively
childish at times!

- Oh, yeah?
What about yourself?

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!

- Oh--

- Hi, Pops.
Hello, Mr. Thornberry.

- Oh--
- Hi, son.

- Hello, Ricky.

- I'm going to the
dance now, Pop.

- Oh, well, that's nice.

Well, be sure and act
like a little gentleman.

- Yes, sir.

- Be careful of your manners.

- Yes, sir.

I will.

- Have a good time, Rick!

- Thank you, sir!

- Yes, have a good time, son.

Chip off the old block, huh?

You know--
- You know--

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- No, I-- I--

I beg your pardon.
- No, no.

I interrupted.
- No, I interrupted you.

You were-- you were just
about to say something.

I'm awfully sorry, Thorny.

What was you going to say?

- Well, I was just
going to say that--

Gee, he's a fine fella.

- Oh--
- Thanks, Thorny.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

- Yeah.

Take it easy, Oz.

- Did you go to a dancing class
when you were a little girl?

I did.

Every Saturday afternoon in our
town, the dancing class with

meet at the Woman's
Club Auditorium.

A very pleasant, chubby
little lady played the piano,

and the girls would
sit around and giggle.

And the boys would
wait expectantly

for the ice cream
and cake to arrive.

I think that's the only reason

they ever showed up at all.

You know, things haven't
changed very much since then.

Ricky's gone down this
afternoon to the Woman's Club

to attend the dance given by
Mrs. Davenport's dancing class.

Let's see...

Yep.

I would guess it's just about
time for the refreshments

to arrive.

- Hi.

- Oh, hi, David.

If you've come over
here to ask me to dance,

I'm sittin' this one out.

- Yeah, and so I noticed.

- What are you doing
over here, anyway?

- Will and I just stopped by
to see how the dance was going.

Where's Julie?

- She's over there
getting some refreshments.

- Well, why didn't you get them?

- I did.

I got mine right here.

- I mean Julie.

You're supposed to get your
partner's, too, you know.

- Heck, I can
hardly carry my own.

Besides, she wanted to talk
to some girls about something.

- Is it a pretty good dance?

- I'll tell you as soon
as I taste the cake.

If the rest of this dance is
as good as this cake, boy,

it's the best dance
I've ever been to.

- Sure got enough there.

How about sharing some of
that with an old friend?

- I don't believe I caught
your name, stranger.

- Come on, don't give
me any of that stuff.

- Don't worry, I won't
give you a thing.

- Is that any way to
treat your own brother?

Your own flesh and blood?

- Please, I'm eating.

- This is supposed to be a
dance, you know, not a picnic.

Who told you you
could sit over here

and stuff yourself with
ice cream and cake?

- Nobody had to tell me.

This was my own idea.

- Come to a dance,
you're supposed to dance.

- Are you kidding?

I've been dancing every dance.

That's why I'm so hungry.

- Who you been dancing with?

- Well, who else?

Julie Thornberry.

- And who else?

- That's all.

Just Julie Thornberry.

- You mean you danced every
dance with Julie Thornberry?

- Sure.

She brought me here,
so she stuck with me.

Well, excuse me, David.

I'd better start eating this
ice cream before it gets cold.

- Have a good time, little man.

- Where are you going?

- Well, I think I'll go over
and ask for some punch, which

I won't get, to wash down
that cake you didn't give me.

- I don't think you'd
better get any punch, David.

You're punchy enough as it is.

- Hi, Pop.
Hi, Mom.

- Oh, hi, Dave.
- Hello, dear.

Where have you been?

- Will Thornberry
and I stopped off

to the dance for a few minutes.
- Oh.

Aren't the girls a little
young for you two big fellas?

- Sure, but there
wasn't anything

wrong with refreshments.

- Now, wait a minute.

Don't tell me you guys went
down there to grab a free lunch.

- Oh no, we had to work for it.

Mrs. Davenport had some
furniture and stuff

she wanted moved around.

- Did you see Ricky there?

- Heck, you couldn't miss him.

You know Ricky.

- Was he having a good time?

- Oh, sure.

- I'll bet he was over
there dancing around

with all the girls.
- No.

Funny thing, he only danced
with Julie Thornberry

while I was there.

He had every dance with her.

- You mean he didn't dance
with any of the other girls?

- Just Julie.

- Oh, well that
wasn't very polite.

You go to a party,
you're supposed

to dance with all the girls.

- I mean, Julie invited him.

- Well, yes, I know,
but your mother and I

went to the Randolph's party.

I didn't spend all
evening dancing with her.

I danced the first
dance with her.

- And that's the last
I ever saw of him.

- Oh, now you know
that's not true, Harriet.

It just isn't considered
proper etiquette

for a man to dance every
dance with his own wife.

- Hmm.

It isn't considered
much fun either.

- I like to dance
with you, dear.

It's just that a man has
to spread himself around.

I like to bring a
little happiness

into every woman's life.

- Oh, well, good for you, dear.

That's very thoughtful of you.

- I'll see you later.

- Oh, David, if you see Ricky,
tell him we'd like to see him,

OK?
- OK, Pop.

- Well, that's a strange
thing about Ricky.

I should think he'd like to
dance with all the girls.

That's what makes
a party a success.

- I don't know.

Maybe he has a crush
on Julie Thornberry.

- Oh, I don't think so.

He's a little young for that.

- Well, I wouldn't say that.

Don't tell me you didn't
have some secret love

when you were his age.

- Well, yes, but it
didn't last very long.

She married Douglas Fairbanks.

Oh, I'm sure there's
no big romance between Ricky

and Julie Thornberry.

Marilyn Monroe, perhaps,
but not Julie Thornberry.

- Hi, Mom.

Hi, Pop.

- Oh, hi, Ricky.

Hey, how about the dance?

You have a good time?

- Oh, yeah, it was swell.

- I understand David stopped by.

- Yeah.

Boy, that guy can smell
ice cream a mile away.

- He tells me you spent
quite a bit of time

with Julie Thornberry.

- Yeah, she was my partner.

- Yeah, but according
to David, you

danced just about
every dance with her.

- Yes, sir.
Every one.

- Why didn't you dance with
any of the other girls, dear?

- They didn't ask me.

- Now, wait a minute.

They're not supposed to ask you.

You're supposed to
ask them to dance.

- Yeah, I did, but
none of them would.

So I figured when
they got ready,

they'd just come
over and ask me.

- You mean you asked all the
girls to dance and none of them

would accept?

- Only Julie Thornberry.

- Well, I never heard
of such a thing.

Were you polite
when you asked them?

- Oh, sure.

They were all sitting around,
and I walked up to one girl

and I said, "Would
you care to dance?"

And they all started to giggle.

And she said, "No thank you.'

- Well, that's strange.

- And then they all
started to giggle again.

- You mean all the
girls turned you down?

- Everyone I asked.

I really don't mind, though.

I'd rather dance with
Julie than anybody else.

- Are you sure?

- Oh, sure.

All the rest of the girls
are taller than I am.

- Well, maybe that's why they
didn't want to dance with you.

- It never bothered me before.

I sure am glad I didn't have
to dance with Agnes Mueller.

- Well, how tall is she?

- She's about six feet.

- I wonder why those
girls didn't stay home

if they didn't want to dance.

- Oh, they danced
with the other guys.

Well, I'll see you later.

I'm going to shoot
a couple of baskets.

- You'd better
change your clothes.

- OK.
I will, Ma.

- Gee.

Poor kid.

Something like this
could easily give him

an inferiority complex.

- Oh, I wouldn't worry about
it, especially since it doesn't

seem to bother Ricky any.

- Oh, Harriet, of
course it bothers him.

He's just being brave about it.

Poor little guy.

Oh, come on in, Thorny.

- Hi, Oz.
- Hi.

- Hi, Thorny.
- Hi, Harriet.

I thought I'd better stop
in and we could talk over

the terms of the contract.

- Contract?

What contract?

- The marriage
contract, of course.

- Oh!

Looks like those
two kids of ours are pretty

serious.

I understand they danced
every dance together.

- Uh-huh, that's right.

- Well, look, Oz, I
thought we could just

have a simple ceremony.

We wouldn't have to make
it too late since they

both have to get to
school the next morning.

And since they're so young, we'd
want to keep an eye on them.

So what do you say we build
them a tall, thin bungalow

right between our two houses?

- That sounds like
a wonderful idea.

- I guess it does look
pretty serious at that.

- You think Ricky can
support a family, Oz?

Don't forget there
are four of us.

- Well, you may have to
budget yourself a little.

He gets $1 a week allowance.

- Oh.

I'll have to talk
to Julie about that.

Ah, she's sure got
a crush on that boy of yours.

Came home from the
dance walking on air.

- Ricky enjoyed himself, too.

- Yeah, he says he'd
rather dance with Julie

than any of the other girls.

- That's like I say.

When she gets her
mind set on something,

there's no stopping her.

She gets that from
her mother, I guess.

Personally, I think it
was kind of a mean trick.

- What was a mean trick?

- Well, I don't think I
should be telling you this.

But after all, it's the
only fair thing to do.

Did Ricky dance with any of
the other girls at the party?

- No, not a single one.

- I didn't think so.

- Well, how'd you know?

- Well, for the
past month Julie's

been saving up her
weekly allowance.

She had quite a
bundle stashed away.

- Oh, fine.

That'll make a very nice dowry.

- Yes, if she still had it.

- You mean she spent it?

- She spent every
cent of it on Ricky.

- Well, what was he doing?

Charging her $0.10 a dance?

- No, Oz.

She didn't exactly spend
the money on Ricky.

She spent it for him.

- I don't get that.

- Well, to put it
bluntly, she bribed

every one of the little
girls not to dance with him.

- Oh, so that's why
they turned Ricky down.

- I'm afraid so.

That's why I thought I'd
come over and tell you,

so you wouldn't think he was
some sort of social outcast.

- Well, I'll be darned!

- Boy, Oz, you've got to
keep your eye on these women.

You know where
Julie got the idea?

- No.
- From her mother.

Catherine pulled the same trick
on me once at a school dance.

Of course, it only
cost her $0.50.

Well, everything's
much higher these days.

- Well, of course.

Looks like Ricky's really

going to have to look
out for Julie when

she gets a little older.
- Or he gets a bigger allowance.

- Yeah, I see what you mean.

- Well, I guess I'll
be running along, Oz.

I just thought I'd
stop over to let

you know what happened so you
wouldn't spend a lot of money

on personality
lessons for Ricky.

- Well, we're glad you did.

- Well, I'll see
you at the wedding.

- Bye, Thorny.
- So long, Thorny.

How about that?

And here we were worried
about Ricky's being popular.

What these little girls
won't think up next, huh?

- Well, evidently it must
be quite an old trick.

Thorny said Catherine pulled
it on him when they were kids.

- Say, wait a minute--

This explains
something that happened

to me when I was a boy!

- You mean some little girl
played the same trick on you?

- Well, yes, and I just
realized it this minute.

You see, we had this dance
at the high school gymnasium,

a Leap Year dance.

And you were only
allowed to ask a girl

to dance if nobody
asked you first.

Well, I wanted to dance with
all the girls at the party,

but this one little girl
kept asking me first.

She explained it to me at the
time, but I didn't believe her.

- You mean she was paying all
the other little girls to stay

away?
- No, no, no, no.

All the other little
girls got together

and they paid her
to ask me before I--

This was a
little different situation.

Well, you know how
little boys sort of grow

in sections?

- Uh-huh.

- Well, during this particular
phase of my growth, I was,

you might say, a
medium-sized boy.

But I had pretty large feet
and a rather big mouth.

In fact, even to this
day I occasionally

open up my big mouth
and put my foot in it.

Oh, boy.

- Oh, boy.

- I'll see you later, Mom.

- Wait-- wait a minute.

Where are you going?

- I'm just going out
for a little while.

- Out where?

- I've got kind of a date.

- Oh?

Julie Thornberry?

- No, Agnes Mueller.

- Agnes Mueller?

You mean that tall
girl at school?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Well, I thought you
didn't care for her.

- Aw, yeah, Mom.

She's very nice.

I just said I didn't
like to dance with her.

- Well, she's about six
feet tall, isn't she?

- 6 feet 1.

Well, I'd better hurry up, Ma.

I promised to pick
her up at 7:00.

- Oh, wait a minute.

Where are you going?

- Down to the church.

We're going to play
some basketball.

- Isn't it time?

Time you bought the whole
family fresh, clean,

new Pro-Phy-Lac-Tic
Toothbrushes.

Pro-Phy-Lac-Tic, of course.

This world-famous line includes
a style, size, and texture

for every taste and need.

The Pro Tufted, for
example, with its special M

Tuft to get at those
hard-to-reach back teeth.

Or the new Pro 59, the
totally different toothbrush

with thousands of
extra-thin bristles.

You've never felt a brush
so gentle, yet so sturdy.

Or this brush, specially-sized
for children's mouths.

Look for the Pro-Phy-Lac-Tic
Toothbrush display at any drug

counter.