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- Hi, everybody.

I'm Harriet Nelson.

I'd just like to put
in a plug for a couple

my Hotpoint refrigerator

and my Hotpoint freezer.

They're both really
just wonderful.

Oh, and speaking of
favorite products,

have you seen the cover of
the new "TV Guide" magazine?

This guy is David,
and this guy is Ricky.

- Oh, Mom, that's
embarrassing to show people

our picture like that.

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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 chair

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
a twinkle in his eye,

Ricky Nelson, played
by Ricky Nelson.

The Nelson's next-door
neighbor, Mr Thornbury,

better known as
Ozzie's pal Thorny,

is played by Don DeFore.

- Come on, David, stop
being such a coward.

- What are you talking about?

- Let me hit you
once in a while.

- What do you think,
I'm crazy or something?

- You're supposed to be my
sparring partner, aren't ya?

- So what?

- Your sparring
partner's supposed

to let the other guy hit him.

That's what a sparring
partner's for.

- You're thinking
of a punching bag.

- Come on, David,
let me just hit

you one good sock on the chin.

- I will not.

- Man, what a chicken.

Let me hit you in the stomach.

- Come on, do you want
to box, or don't you?

All I'm doing is blocking.

I promised I wouldn't hit you.

What more do you want?

- Just one short
jab on the nose.

I promise I won't draw blood.

- No, and that's final.

- You want to be a big bully.

Why can't we do something
that I want for a change?

- Stop arguing, boys.

And David, stop
picking on Ricky.

Let him have his
way once in a while.

- You kidding?

You know what he
wants me to do, Mom?

- No, but I'm sure it
won't hurt anything.

- Nothing but my face.

He wants me to let him
punch me in the nose.

- Well, what are you doing with
those boxing gloves on anyway?

- We're boxing, Mom.

- Yeah, Ricky's going to box
Iggy Schwartz at the Boy Scout

rally tonight, and I was trying
to give him a few pointers,

but he keeps bouncing
around like a chicken.

- Oh, yeah, you're just
jealous because I'm so fast.

Pour some water on me, Mom.

- Oh, don't tempt me.

- What's this?

The local gymnasium?

- It looks like it, doesn't it?

- Come on, let's spar a
couple of rounds, Pop.

- Ah, you ought to be
resting up for tonight.

You'll get in the
ring there, you

won't be able to
lift your gloves.

- Well, I don't know how
he can lift them anyway,

they look like a
couple of pillows.

- Well, that's a good idea.

Then the boys won't
hurt themselves.

- I don't mind saying, I
don't like this whole idea.

- Oh, Harriet,
they'll be fighting

with these great
big gloves, and I'm

sure the scoutmaster will
be careful they box boys

her own age and weight.

- You used to box,
didn't you, Pop?

- Well, not professionally,
David, but I

used to fool around a
little at Boy Scout camps

and stuff like that.

- Did you ever win?

- Oh, sure.

As a matter of fact, our tent
held the camp championship

for two years in a row.

- No kidding.

- Yeah, we had some
good boys up there.

One kid, they called
KO Kelly, another kid

named Jabber Jackson.

- What'd they used
to call you, Pop?

- Ah, I don't recall.

- How about Nosedive Nelson?

- I used to give a pretty good
account of myself, Harriet.

- I bet you were the best
one of them all, Pop.

- Well, I wouldn't
say that, Ricky.

But uh, I was a
crowd-pleaser, used

to take a pretty good punch.

Yeah, I was a pretty
tough customer.

- Well, I can be a pretty
tough customer, too,

unless you clear all
this stuff out of here.

Come on, take it
out to the garage.

- Come on, give me
a hand here, Rick.

- Yeah, I'll take
the gloves for you.

- Thanks, Pop.

- Let's go, Speed.

- Come on, David.

Let me hit you--
One rabbit punch.

- Boy, they sure are excited
about that boxing tonight.

- Well, I wish I'd
known about it before,

I'd have never let
them get into it.

- No, Harriet, it's a
good idea for the kids

to know how to
defend themselves.

- I don't want them to
get too interested in it

and get all banged up.

- Oh, golly, you can get
banged up in a lot of ways.

You can slip and
fall in the bathtub,

or you can walk into a door.

- Hey, where are you going?

- I want to take these out of
the garage where they belong.

- Oh!

Dear, are you all right?

- Except for my head.

Who the heck left that door
closed like that, Harriet?

- I guess the boys did.

I hope you didn't walk into
it just to prove your point.

- Ooh, my head.
H-- how's it look?

Look on the corner there.

- Well, here, take your
hand away, so I can see.

- Swelling up, isn't it?

- Oh, yes, it is.

I better get some
liverwurst for that eye.

- Liverwurst?

You're supposed
to use beefsteak!

- At these prices,
are you kidding?

- Bashed eye bother you?

- No, I don't know, it
might be my imagination,

but it seems to me to be
swelling up a little there.

Do you think so?

- Oh, goodness, yes.

- And-- and is it discoloring
just a little bit?

- Looks like a sunset
on the Taj Mahal.

- Gee, I guess, I
must have banged

into that door a little harder
than I thought at first.

Nobody's going to
believe this, you know.

- Well, who left the
boxing gloves here?

- Oh, oh, I did.

I'm going to take them
out to the garage.

- I thought you were going
to do that a half-hour ago.

- Well, I was.

But I-- I, uh, started out there
a couple of times and I, uh,

got thinking about this eye.

And I-- I sort of
rested up a little bit.

I was putting a little
cold water on-- on the eye.

I think it'll be all right.

Uh, are-- uh, are you going
out toward the kitchen

in a little while?

- Mm-hmm, why?

- Well, uh, not that I'm
superstitious or anything,

but, uh, I wondered if
you could kind of guide me

through the doors and
the treacherous corners.

- You let me know when.

I'll run interference for you.

- Hello, Oz.

Hey, Oz.

- Oh, oh, hi, Thorny.

- Hey, hey, what are
you hiding about?

- I'm not hiding.

- Holy smokes!

Wow, isn't it a little early
in the season for watermelon?

- Quite a bump, isn't it?

- Yeah, gee, I think that
eye is going to turn black.

Where'd you get it?

Don't tell me you
bumped into a door.

- Oh, well, you won't
believe this, Thorny.

- Sure, I'd believe it.

David's a pretty big boy.

- Uh, no, no, I actually
did bump into a door.

Oh, come on, Oz.

- No, no, no, I really mean it.

It sounds like a
stale excuse, I know,

but it's the truth, Thorny.

- Aw, it's nothing
to be ashamed of just

because David hung one on you.

It was probably
just a lucky punch.

Or was it Ricky?

- No, nobody hung one on me.

I bumped into a door.

- Oh, sure, is that why you
were going to burn those boxing

gloves in the incinerator?

- I wasn't going to
burn any boxing gloves.

- Well, as a matter
of fact, I was just

in there sparring
with my boy, Will.

Kid looks pretty good, too.

- Oh, I wondered what you
were all dressed up for.

You were boxing, you say?

- Oh, I was just giving
him a few pointers--

Show him the old
Thornbury Crouch.

See, you keep your body
as low as possible.

And when you get hit, you
don't have so far to fall.

- I don't mean to sound
insulting, Thorny,

but somehow I just never
thought of you as a boxer.

- Well, now that you
mention it, I never

thought of you as
a boxer either.

You always struck me more
as a Cocker-Spaniel-type.

- What's this about a crouch,
you were saying something?

- Well, it's just a trick I
picked up when I was a kid.

You see, I, uh, sort
of crouch forward,

and then I sway
back into position.

- That's the most
ridiculous thing

I've ever seen in my life.

You're not supposed to have
your right foot extended.

You're supposed to have
your left foot extended

and your left arm extended
for jabbing purposes.

- No, no, no, Oz.

This is the whole basis for
my strategy-- confusion.

- Believe me, the only confusion
will be when they pick you up

off the ground.

You actually mean that's
your fighting position?

- Yeah, looks pretty
tricky, doesn't it?

- Well, Thorny, this is silly.

Your right arm is hanging
down there absolutely useless,

and you've got your
left arm-- well,

this looks like a traffic
signal or something.

- Ah, just a decoy while my
opponent is watching that.

- Ooh!

What the heck are
you doing, Thorny?

They ought to have you
in a cage or something.

- Jeez, Oz, I'm sorry, I didn't
realize you were so close.

Did I hurt you?

- Well, you grazed my lip here.

- That doggone punch of mine
always catches a guy off guard.

- Off guard!

Are you kidding?

I didn't even have my guard up.

I was just showing you what's
wrong with that ridiculous,

clumsy stance of yours.

- Holy smoke, Oz, that
lip's beginning to bleed.

- Well, I think I bit it a
little in the confusion there.

- Gee, I really hung one on ya.

I didn't realize I had
such a terrific punch.

- What are you
talking about, Thorny?

I wasn't ready and you know it.

- Oh, now don't get mad, Oz.

I feel bad as it is.

First, David hangs one on you--

- David did not hang one on me!

- Well, Ricky then.
First Ricky hangs one on you--

- Ricky didn't hang
one on me either!

I walked into a door.

- Well, anyway, I feel terrible.

Sometimes I don't
realize my own strength.

- Oh, Thorny, I practically
had my back turned to you.

You never hit me.

- Oz, you'd better put
something on that lip.

That's beginning to swell up.

- It's nothing at all.

Here, now, take
your position, again

and I'll show you
what's wrong with it.

- Oh, no, no, you don't, Oz.

I beat you fair and
square, and I'm not going

to do any more fighting today.

- Who's talking about fighting?

Just want to show you what's
wrong with that silly posture

of yours.
- I'm sorry, Oz.

My wife's calling me.
Coming, Katherine.

- But, Thorny!

- Oz, there's just one thing.

You don't have to go around the
neighborhood telling everyone,

I beat you up.

I'll do it myself.

- Well, for goodness'
sake, your lip--

It's swelling up like a balloon.

- It's nothing at all.

- You ought to be
more careful, dear.

Which door did you
bump into this time?

The one in the garage?

- No, no, no, I--

I didn't bump into any door.

It was that clumsy Thornbury.

I was outside trying to show
him a few things about boxing,

and all of a sudden, he stumbled
into me when I wasn't looking.

- I'd better get an ice bag.

You had no right
to box with him.

- Harriet, we weren't boxing.

In the first place, you
should see the way he boxes.

- I can see perfectly, and
it's swollen up like a balloon.

- Yes, yes, you said
that a moment ago.

- Thorny had no
right to hit you.

- Harriet, he didn't hit me!

I tell you, we weren't boxing.

My back was practically
turned, and the man

stumbled forward in
that clumsy way of his

and happened to
hit me in the lip.

He knows absolutely
nothing about boxing.

He's a menace to
the neighborhood.

- Don't you think you better
lie down for a while, dear?

- Oh, I-- I feel
fine, I tell you.

- Well, you look awful.

I'd better get an ice bag.

- My eye bothers me
more than my lip.

- Gee, what happened
to you, Pop?

- Oh, uh, I bumped
into a door, David.

- Your lip's all puffed up.

- Oh, oh, that.

Oh, it was just a
little accident.

See, I was fooling around
with Mr Thornbury outside

and he accidentally hit me.

- He must be a good boxer.

- Oh, no, no, no,
we weren't boxing.

Matter of fact, Mr. Thornbury
knows absolutely nothing

about boxing.

- Gee, your lip's all
swollen up like a balloon.

- Holy smokes!

What happened to your lip, Pop?

- Oh, it was nothing.

It was just a little accident.

- Who hit you?

- Mr. Thornbury?

- Were you and Mr.
Thornbury boxing?

- Oh, no, no, no, no, Ricky.

It-- it was a lucky punch.

See, we were outside, and Mr.
Thornbury stumbled forward.

And it's lucky I was there.

He might have fallen on the
ground and hurt himself.

- You're a good boxer,
aren't you, Pop?

- Well, I wouldn't say that.

I used to be able to take
care of myself pretty well.

- Our scoutmaster
didn't know you

used to be champion
of the Boy Scouts.

- Who told him that?

- I did.

- Oh, Ricky, you shouldn't
have done a thing like that.

- See, I told you.

- Well, heck, Will Thornbury
was bragging about his father.

- Bragging in what way?

- Well, saying, what--
What a great boxer he is.

- Oh, well, that's ridiculous.

I mean, Mr. Thornbury's a very
nice man and a good neighbor,

but he knows absolutely
nothing about boxing.

- Don't you think you'd better
put something on that lip, Pop?

- Uh, it-- it's OK, David.

- Our scoutmaster
said to ask you

if you'd like to put
on the gloves tonight.

- Put on the gloves?

- Yes, sir, you
and Mr. Thornbury?

- He wants Mr. Thornbury
and me to put on the gloves?

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Roper thought it'd
be an added attraction.

- Uh, who, David?

- Mr. Roper, our scoutmaster.

- Oh, well, gee, tell
him thank you very much.

It's very nice of
him to think of me.

But I'm sure Mr.
Thornbury wouldn't

want to do anything like that.

In fact, you better not
even mention it to him.

I wouldn't want to
embarrass the poor man.

- Oh, we already asked him, Pop.

- Well, David, you
shouldn't have done that.

What excuse did he give?

- Oh, he said, he'd
be happy to do it.

- Absolutely ridiculous.

I mean, the poor
man doesn't even

know how to hold his hands up,
or how to stand, or anything.

- Come on, Pop, what do you say?

Will you do it?

- Well--

- Oh, boy, I knew
you would, Pop!

- I'll go upstairs--

- Wait for me, David.

- Here's your ice bag, dear.

What's all the excitement?

- Oh, oh, the boys
have got some idea

that they'd like to
have Thorny and me

put on a boxing exhibition over
at the scout rally tonight.

That is unless you'd
rather I wouldn't.

- Well, it's entirely
up to you, dear.

At least if you get
hit by a person,

you'll be able to fight back.

- Yes, I know, but Thorny
is so clumsy, you know?

I'd hate to have
him hurt himself.

Not only that, when a
person doesn't know anything

about boxing, his awkwardness
makes the other person

look ridiculous too.

- Mm-hmm, well, here, you better
put this ice bag on your lip.

- Hey, you know, this
might be a good idea.

Instead of my putting
on this exhibition with Thorny,

why don't Ricky and I put
on sort of a-- a comedy

exhibition> You know, I put on
a pair of long flannel underwear

and-- and I--

I put some padding
in my stomach.

And he keeps hitting me
in the-- the stomach.

- I-- I don't know, dear.

I think the boys would rather
see you box with Thorny.

- The only thing, though, the--
The man is so clumsy, Harriet.

It's so awkward.

He knows absolutely
nothing about boxing.

You ought to see
the way he stands.

He puts his right
foot out like this,

and then he has his left arm
that he extends like a crowbar.

And he hangs his right
arm down by his side,

and he moves this one
up and down like this.

It's sort of like--
Like-- like that.

It's the silliest--

It's funny, nobody's ever
thought of that before.

Ozzie and Harriet
will be back in just a moment.

- Hello, Mr. Nelson.

- Oh, hello, Emmy Lou.
- Keep going.

You're doing fine.
- Well, thank you.

- You.

What kind of a dance
is that you're doing?

- Oh, no, it's not a dance.

I'm shadow boxing?

- You've certainly been
getting the worst of it.

- Oh, you mean,
my eye and my lip?

Well, there were a couple
of little accidents occurred

this morning.

- Your eye and your
lip look so swollen.

They must be terribly painful.

- Uh, well, Emmy Lou, the
boxing game is a tough one.

You've got to expect to take
it on the chin once in a while.

- You're so brave, Mr. Nelson.

- Well, not necessarily.

I'm a fighter like this.

I believe it's perfectly
OK to take a few punches

in order to hand them out.

- When did you have the fight?

- Oh, I'm not fighting
until tonight.

See, these are just
little accidents.

But as I say, boxing
is a tough game.

You got expect it.
- Oh, I know.

Where are you boxing tonight?

- Uh, over the Boy Scout rally.

- Oh, how wonderful, Mr. Nelson!

Which scout are you fighting?

- No, I'm not
fighting a Boy Scout.

My opponent is much more
formidable than that.

- Who is it?

- Mr. Thornbury.

- Mr. Thornbury.

It's funny, but I never
thought of him as a boxer.

Is he very good?

- Well, no, actually, Emmy
Lou, I hate to say this,

but Mr. Thornbury will
never make a good boxer.

- Well, why is that, Mr. Nelson?

- Well, for one thing, he has
a completely unorthodox stance.

See, he fights with his
right foot extended,

and there never has
been a good fighter

who's has fought that way.

You see, you're
supposed to fight

with your left hand extended
and your left foot extended.

He has the silliest-- uh,
uh, you be Mr. Thornbury.

- Oh, my goodness, do
you think he'll mind?

- Uh, let's see, now.

Put your right foot out.

That's it.

Now, he has his left
arm right across there.

- Heavens, I can't see.

- Well, may-- no.
Here's where it was.

It was-- ah, yes,
that's the way it was.

Because I remember, he
looked like a traffic signal.

His right arm hanging
right by his side there.

- Oh, like this?

- Yes.

Now, that is Mr.
Thornbury's boxing position.

Can you believe it?

- Have you seen him?

- Uh, yes, he and I were fooling
around a little this morning.

- Oh, so that's how
you got the black eye.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, that's
how I got the swollen lip.

- He must have hit you
pretty hard, Mr. Nelson.

- Well, actually, it was a
very sneaky, cowardly punch.

I wasn't looking.

I was talking to
the man, and I'll

be darned if I can
figure out how he did it.

Left hand was out like that.

And his right hand
was down there.

Now, he was talking to me.

And I was looking at his
left hand, I remember.

I-- I can't figure out how
he could've possibly hit

me and from this position.

You mean, like this?

Oh!

I'm terribly sorry!

I didn't hit your
sore lip, did I?

- No, no, no, it's
all right, Emmy Lou.

You hit me in the nose.

- Oh, dear-- I must have.

It's bleeding.

- Ah, - Now, you
see what I mean?

How could any man
ever be a good boxer

with a ridiculous,
clumsy stance like that?

- Oh, careful, Mr. Nelson.

It's dripping all over your tie.

Yeah, I'll probably
have the only nose-painted

painted necktie in town.

- Do you want to
borrow my handkerchief?

- No, I think I
have one right here.

- Oh, oh, it-- it's still
bleeding, Mr. Nelson.

Maybe you'd better go in
and lie down a little while.

You look kind of beat up.

- Oh, no, I'll be-- Oh!

What was that?
- What?

- Thought I heard a bell.

This is just not--

Oh, I think I will go and
lie down awhile, Emmy Lou.

It's always good to
rest up before a fight.

- Well, goodbye, Mr. Nelson.

- Bye, Emmy Lou.

I'll see you.

- Harriet, do you know
where the evening paper is?

- Mm-hmm, it's right
over here on the table.

For goodness' sake, what
happened to your nose?

It's all swollen up.

Well, don't get
excited about these little

things.

I was just fooling
around outside,

and it was a-- a lucky punch.

- Well, if Thorny does all
this to you before the fight,

what is he going to do tonight?

- Thorny?

For goodness' sake,
Harriet, that's a laugh.

You must have a fine idea
of my boxing ability.

You don't think Thorny could
do a thing like this to me,

do you?

- Well, then, who did do it?

- Uh-- uh, Emmy Lou.

- Emmy Lou?

- Well, I told you, it was
a lucky punch, Harriet.

She and I were
fooling around out--

Not exactly fooling around.

I mean, I was showing
her that ridiculous,

clumsy stance of Thorny's.

And all of a sudden, somehow,
she hit me the-- the same way.

It was a lucky punch.

I wasn't even ready.

- You look like
you're coming home

from a fight instead
of going to one.

- This just isn't my lucky day.

- Maybe it'll rain
tonight and they'll

call the whole thing off.

- Harriet, you act as if you
think I can't beat Thorny.

I'm positive, I can beat him--

Just not sure.

- If you ask me, I think
the smart thing to do

would be to chicken out.

- Chicken out!

Harriet, I've never chickened
out of anything yet.

And I'm not going
to start it now.

- All right, never mind, dear.

You'll feel better after dinner.

- What are we having for dinner?

- Your favorite meal.

- Oh, what is that?

- Chicken.

- Harriet, please.

- Come in, Thorny.

- Oh, hi, Thorny.

- Holy smoke, Oz.

What happened to you?
- Oh--

- Boy, that punch
I gave you sure

must have covered
a lot of territory.

- Hiya, Thorny.
How about staying for dinner?

- No, thanks, Harriet,
just finished.

However, I could be talked into
a small portion of dessert.

- All right, I'll
take you up on that.

- Dessert?!

Well, what about the fight?

- Oh, well, if I'm going to have
to fight for it, never mind.

How about a cigar?

- Oh, well, no, you
shouldn't smoke, Thorny.

For goodness' sake, think
what it'll do to your wind.

You'll get into
the ring tonight,

and you won't be able to--

-- Yeah, here, Thorny.

When you finish with that
one, have one of mine.

- Gee, Oz, thanks.

- Thorny, I'm not going
to take advantage of you.

Don't you realize what a big
heavy dinner and that smoking

is going to do to your speed?

- Well, who needs speed?

- Well, when you get
into the ring tonight,

you want to move
around a little.

Oh, not me.

I'm going to take it easy.

I don't have to move around.

- Well, you're pretty
darn confident.

You're liable to run
into a little trouble.

- Nah, I don't think so.

What's difficult about putting
on the boys' gloves for them.

- Putting on the boys' gloves?

- Hey, wait a minute.

Maybe Ricky forgot to tell you.

We're supposed to go over and
put on the gloves tonight.

You know, sort of act
as seconds for the boys.

- Oh, yeah, he did mention it.

- Sure, Oz.
It'll be a lot of fun.

You can sort of give
them pointers on boxing.

And well, I'm not so
sure your face is going

to inspire confidence, though.

- We're seconds
tonight, you say?

- Yeah, and I can't
understand why they asked me.

I've never boxed
before in my life.

- Are you kidding?

- Oh, you big phony, Oz.

You ought to know that.

You had to show me how to stand
and how to use my hands right.

- Wait a minute.
Is this right?

- No, no, no, wait a minute.

If you're going to
start that again,

I'll watch you from
the dining room.

Ah, Oz, I'm really
sorry about hitting you.

But, of course, you know,
if you'd have been ready--

- Oh, sure, if I'd
have been ready, I--

I would-- you're
sure you've never

boxed before in your life?

- Honest, Oz, never had
the gloves on in my life.

This is
really a joke on Harriet.

- Yeah, how's that?

Well, somehow, she
got the ridiculous idea that

you and I were going to
box each other tonight.

- Of course, naturally, I sort
of went along with the gag.

She must have
misunderstood Ricky.

- Evidently.

- See, well, yes,
of course, you see,

Ricky came in and he said
we were supposed to put

on the gloves--
You and I. Meaning,

we were supposed to act as
seconds and put the gloves

on the boys.

Harriet thought
that we were going

to put the gloves on
and fight each other.

This is marvelous.

I think I'll go tell her.

Harriet!

- Women never get
things straight.

- Isn't that right.

Uh, Harriet!

She's right out in the kitchen.

I'll be right back, Thorny.

- Oh!

Oh, Ozzie!

Oh.

- Harriet, retire
to a neutral corner.

- Well, did I--

I was on the other
side in the kitchen,

and you were on the way.

- That's all, right, Harriet?
I'm OK.

- Are you sure?

- Oh, yes, I'm fine.

Uh, Harriet.

- Yes, dear?

- I know when I'm licked.

Throw in the dishtowel.

Ozzie and Harriet
will be back in just a moment.

- Is the light in your eye?

- No, no, no, it's fine.

It doesn't bother me at all.

- I just want to
finish this chapter.

- That's OK, go ahead
and keep reading.

- Is your lip bothering you?

- No, no.

In fact, I think most of
the swelling has gone down.

- You're sure the boys
didn't get hurt tonight?

- No, no, no.

All the kids had
a wonderful time.

They had those big
gloves on, you know.

In fact, they've decided to have
another big rally next month.

- You mean to say, they're going
to have boxing every month?

Oh, no, No, don't get excited.

Oh, no, no.

They're going to have different
entertainment each month--

Not boxing all the time.

- I certainly hope not.

They'll have all the kids in
the neighborhood punch drunk.

What are they going
to have next month?

- Uh, wrestling.

- Oh, fine.

- Yeah, it'll be a lot of fun.

Did I ever tell you, I did quite
a bit of wrestling myself up

at scout camp when I was a kid?

- Ozzie--

- No, no, no, I did really.

- Come on, gorgeous.

Close your other eye,
and let's go to sleep.

Next week, "The Adventures

of Ozzie and Harriet"
will be brought to you

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and Listerine, the most widely
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The part of Emmy Lou was
played by Janet Waldo.

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of "The Adventures
of Ozzie and Harriet"

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