Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the
lonesomest mile in the world.
Broadway's My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
Broadway.
On Christmas Eve, Broadway's natives dance their Christmas dance to the music of carols
flowing out of tinseled loudspeakers.
The kids mash their noses against plate glass, lick it, and watch the mechanical clown, the
mechanized tour army, the tin man dancing a jig on a tin box.
Their eyes are dark with desire and hunger.
They make a wish on a neon star.
That's how it is on Christmas Eve on Broadway.
My Beat.
On the morning of the day before Christmas, creatures are stirring at police headquarters.
There's the patter of tired feet and the sound of manly giggles as little gifts are hidden
in desk drawers or poured into Dixie cups or slipped under the police blotter.
And in my office, there's a kid I knew, name of Marty Wednick.
Danny, I don't like to disturb you at this unmentionable hour.
Ten o'clock in the morning, unmentionable?
You kidding?
Sleep has not yet fled from my starry eyes.
What makes me bounce from my pillow at an hour, which is for the squares, is a problem.
What's your problem, Marty?
Am I or am I not the child president of your branch of the police athletic league?
You are.
I promised my constituency of fellow former delinquents a Santa Claus for Christmas.
That's the problem.
What are you going to give with a Santa Claus?
Don't laugh, Danny.
A former delinquent shouldn't be disillusioned.
Could make him a neurotic.
So I repeat, on behalf of my constituents, where is Santa Claus?
You'll be here in a minute, Marty.
Sergeant Tertaglia...
Oh, here he is.
Come on in, Sergeant.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
Oh, what fun.
This guy's a sergeant?
Huh?
Hey, Tertaglia, this is Marty Wednick.
He wants Santa Claus.
Oh, he's coming, Danny.
He's coming.
Come on in, Sandy.
Everybody, make way, everybody, for Santa Claus.
And what's your alias, little...
Name, little boy?
Oh, ha!
This guy's a Santa Claus.
Who's the kid?
The punk, Danny.
Who is he?
Marty Wednick, that's who I am.
So you're Santa Claus, huh?
Audition me something.
What?
Why, you crummy little...
Take your hands off me, Santa Claus.
Is this the Christmas spirit?
I'll give it to you in the mouth, fresh kid.
You and how many rainbows...
Wait a minute, wait a minute, you two.
Marty, this is Nick Norman.
Nick Norman, the ex-con?
How do you like this monster?
For 15 years, I've been playing Sandy Claus at Sing Sing with no complaints, mind you.
The first day I am a free civilian, playing me old part, the squirt gives me the hook.
I resigned from Sandy Claus.
I didn't get treatment like this even from the guards.
Take it easy, Nick.
Marty didn't mean it.
Did you, Marty?
You know that Sandy Claus here was the world famous light-fingered safecracker.
Ex-light-fingered world famous safecracker, you.
Does he meet with your approval, Marty?
Well, the costume is sloppy, the beard's morth-eaten, but yeah, he'll do.
Don't do me no favors, punk.
You want to know something, Nick?
What something?
I like you.
I think you are the best Sandy Claus that has ever been my privilege to present to my
constituents of the PAL.
This is from the heart, Nick.
That's better.
You've got to show respect for Sandy Claus.
What time's your party?
Eight o'clock tonight.
You'll be there?
I'll be there.
Well, so long, Danny.
Sergeant, Sandy Claus.
See you at the party.
Merry Christmas.
That's a good kid.
Appreciate the finer things.
Feels good to be out, honey.
Fifteen years is a long night without sleep, Danny.
Yeah, feels good.
And thanks for the job of Sandy Claus.
I would miss it after all these years.
The deal we made.
That feels good, too, huh?
Oh, yeah, yeah, the deal.
Sure, Danny.
I'll keep my promise to you.
That's good.
You won't forget what happened 15 years ago on Christmas Eve.
How can I forget?
It was like today.
I was all dressed up like Sandy Claus.
I had a few idle hours, and right in front of me there just happened to be an idle safe.
So I cracked it.
So I got caught.
Uh-huh.
And what are you going to do now between now and eight o'clock, the time the party starts?
Talk to thoroughfares and wish everybody joyous tidings and pat kids on the head and wish...
And leave their mother's purses alone.
Oh, Danny, how can you talk to Sandy Claus that way?
I promised you that...
Oh, sure you did.
Hey, Totaglia.
Yeah, Danny.
Tag along at Santa Claus.
Fresh air will do you both good.
Oh, gee, thanks, Danny, thanks.
You know the fresh air will do us both good.
Yeah, but hold his hand, Totaglia, so he won't get lost.
We don't want him to get lost, do we?
Oh, no, Danny.
No, because what's Christmas without Santa Claus?
Have fun, boys.
So everybody was happy, and that was good because it was the season for it.
Sergeant Totaglia was happy because I had not only given him permission to leave the
room, I told him to go out and take a walk with Santa Claus.
And everyone knows that Santa Claus is always happy, even if once upon a time he had to
spread his glad tidings around Sing Sing.
I considered it a while, and then I decided to inhale the bloom of Christmas as it filtered
through police headquarters.
And it made me feel happy, too.
It lasted for two inhales.
The stain on the door says Lieutenant Danny Clover.
I don't believe in signs.
What's your name?
Uh-uh.
What's yours?
I came prepared for a question like that.
Here's my card.
Thanks.
Simon Larrabee, real estate and rentals.
You're running something, Mr. Larrabee?
Ah, that would give you the upper hand.
Two questions to my one, and you haven't answered it yet.
Danny Clover, like the sign says.
That's my name.
You're quite right.
Go ahead.
Rent away.
I like to watch.
I'm doing it now.
Just looking at you.
I'm renting that property known as the warehouse at 2290 East Grand Street.
Well, if it makes you happy...
Wait a minute.
That's our clubhouse.
That's where the kids are having our Christmas party.
Are you?
Let's see.
What else can it be?
Where's the rent?
Rent for what?
Rent for that property known as the warehouse at 2290 East Grand Street.
You mean it hasn't been paid?
How much is it?
It's $62.50 a month.
Oh, that includes utilities.
I'll pay it.
The club's treasurer will reimburse me.
You don't understand, Mr. Clover.
When I rent something, I get a year's rent in advance.
That comes to $750.
And I won it before there's any party there.
Are you kidding?
Why are those kids gonna get money like that?
Well, I'll give you until 8 o'clock to get the money, and I'll just sit right here until
then.
All right.
Grab yourself a police gazette.
Never touch the stuff.
Suit yourself.
Oh, excuse me, sir.
Danny Clover speaking.
Danny, Danny, this is Patrolman Curcio.
Yeah, what is it?
I can hardly hear you, Curcio.
Yeah, yeah, well, no wonder.
Listen to what I gotta talk through.
Listen, Danny.
Hey, you see what I mean?
Why the sirens?
What's the trouble?
Sergeant Tartaglia's up a tree.
What?
Sergeant Tartaglia is in a tree on the Avenue A playground, Danny.
He flipped his lid.
He's telling anyone that'll listen that there ain't no Santa Claus.
Hey, you better come on down, Danny.
When I got down to the Avenue A playground, it was having the Christmas party of its life.
A 30-foot tree complete with tinsel, candy canes, colored popcorn balls, firemen, and
a scared sergeant policeman, forlorn and lost, pinned to its top branch.
The fire department finally convinced Tartaglia that a ladder was a safe invention for getting
down on tall trees.
At the bottom rung, he almost believed it.
When his feet touched the ground, they gave him a blanket because he was suffering from
shock.
He was about to tell the newsreel boys his ordeal when I faced him.
Oh, Danny.
Danny, I was about to tell the newsreel boys my ordeal.
Well, just tell me first, Tartaglia, because I hardly ever get to the movies.
I'll be with you in just a minute, sir.
Oh, Danny, it was awful.
It was something awful.
I only ask this because there's so much about you I don't know, Tartaglia.
Why do you climb trees?
Oh, I don't, Danny.
The height scares me.
When I was a child, a tree threw me on the ground.
Still you climbed this tree.
Why?
Oh, because I'm a policeman.
That makes sense.
But how?
Well, sure it does, Danny.
The kids see me.
I am a policeman.
They need to put a star on top of that Christmas tree.
They ask me because I am a policeman and can do such things.
I couldn't let the department down, Danny.
So you leave Nick Norman alone, all by himself, because you don't want to let the department
down?
Oh, I knew you would say that.
But I trusted Nick because he is Santa Claus.
He told me I could trust him.
Sure you can, Tartaglia.
But what happened to Santa Claus?
He's not around.
That's right.
There ain't no Santa Claus, like I've been saying.
They told me you were saying that.
What happened to him, Tartaglia?
Well Danny, whilst I was up in the tree pinning the star, below me I saw a big black bulletproof
sedan.
What kind?
A big black bulletproof sedan.
Now I know.
Then what happened?
Well, this big black bulletproof sedan stopped by Nick, our Santa Claus.
Two men got out, talked to him for a minute, then took him one by each arm, deposited him
in the car, closed the door, and away they sped careening on two wheels.
I yelled to them to stop Danny, but I guess they didn't hear me on account of the hustle
and bustle.
Our Santa Claus, Tartaglia.
Where is he?
Where'd he go?
Well, if I was Santa Claus, I know where I'd go.
Not that it matters, but where?
Well, to my mother.
On Christmas Eve, she deserves something like that.
I'm sure she does.
Well, we have you now, Sergeant Tartaglia.
Oh, make good on the newsreels, Tartaglia.
This may be your big chance.
Yeah?
Are you Mrs. Norman?
Why?
I'm Danny Clover.
Yeah?
May I come in, Mrs. Norman?
Why?
I want to talk to you.
About what?
About Nick, about your son.
Come in.
Thanks.
In here, in the parlor.
Sit down.
Thank you.
No, not on that seat, that one.
What do you want to talk about, about Nick?
Do you know where he is?
Well, don't tell me no more.
One day when he was nine years old, Nick said to me, he said, Ma, don't ask me where I've
been no more, because I'll lie to you.
That's what he said.
Then you don't know where he is.
Don't make me go through that again, sonny.
Say, who are you to ask me questions?
I told you, I was...
Yeah, yeah, you did.
You said, it's Danny Clover.
That don't mean nothing to me.
Oh, you must be the guy come about...
Uh-huh, I am.
That's why I came.
Uh-huh.
Well, you tell me what you come here for.
For, you know, just as you said.
Oh, this I like.
This lets me play cagey like in the old days.
What are you talking about?
You know your son, Nick.
You got a square more than that, kiddo.
What about Nick?
We want him to be our Santa Claus.
Bingo.
That's good.
Oh, it must be a good feeling, a young man like you.
Big, strong, looking for Santa Claus.
Me?
I just sat here in my rocking chair...
Mrs. Norman...
...thinking about the times we had, me and Big Ed, my husband.
The time...
I have to go now, Mrs. Norman.
Where's your son?
Oh, you made me go through it again.
One day, when he was nine years old, Nick said to me...
Yeah, well, thanks, Mrs. Norman.
Ma, don't ask me where I've been.
Hi, Danny.
Did you find Santa Claus?
No, uh-uh, tartaglia.
What are you doing about it?
Me?
Nothing.
You want to see me?
Yeah, in your office.
Hey, Danny, Danny, what are you angry at me for?
Hey, Danny, what's this I hear about Santa Claus taking a powder?
You'll get your Santa Claus, Marty.
You still here, Simon Larrabee?
Yes, yes, yes, I'm waiting.
Just as I told you, I'm waiting for my 750 rent.
Can you imagine this, Garnet Danny?
On Christmas Eve, he wants his rent.
This is a Christmas, no Santa Claus, no party.
What am I going to tell my constituents?
It'll work out, Marty.
We'll get the money someplace.
I ate a clock, Mr. Colby.
Oh, shut up, Simon.
But Danny, no Santa Claus.
Hold it.
Hold it, everybody.
I got a solution.
Communications, this is Sergeant Tartaglia in Danny Clauver's office.
An all points bulletin.
Pick up man.
Description as follows.
Height, 5 feet 11.
Weight, 235.
When last seen was wearing a red suit, a red hat with bells and black boots.
Identifying marks, has a long, snow-white beard.
What's his name?
Santa Claus.
You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, starring Larry Thor as detective Danny Clauver.
$51,000 in cash and wonderful prizes.
Danny Seymour might play Santa Claus to you tonight, and he might fill up your stockings
with that $51,000 if you can identify the Phantom Voice.
Listen in just a little later tonight to Sing It Again.
Broadway brings you Christmas in a lot of ways.
You get dribbled around by the opposing teams of last minute shoppers.
You ride backwards on up escalators so you can be in a good position for the down escalators.
You get mauled and shoved and picked over.
And finally you get gift wrapped and sent on your way.
My way was out to lunch and back to police headquarters, holding my Christmas stocking
in my hand.
I had two things, no rent and no Santa Claus.
Two nothings which made for an empty holiday.
Sergeant Tataglia wasn't enjoying himself either, and he expressed himself with sentiment.
Bah, humbug.
What did you say Tataglia?
Bah, humbug Danny.
That's a Christmas expression I picked up to be used when you wished it was the Fourth
of July instead.
Yeah, me too.
Yeah, you seen the afternoon papers Danny?
Yeah, take a look at it.
You look at it for me.
What does it say?
Well, first it has got a picture on the front page of a tree.
In the tree is me.
Then it says under it, it says, Officer Gino Tataglia.
Yeah, hey Danny, they spelled it right.
Well, Officer Tataglia spent the afternoon cavorting in a tree to the delight and applause
of all the little, well it runs on like that.
Oh, forget it, it wasn't your fault.
That's what I tried to tell Mrs. Tataglia.
Doesn't she believe you?
Danny, she called me on the phone.
I said, hello?
She said, signal Tarzan.
Then she started laughing, hysterical.
I can't get her to talk.
Every time I pick up my phone all I hear is Mrs. Tataglia laughing.
I got my problems too.
Yeah, this is probably the first time in the history of Santa Claus that he's ever heisted
from his appointed rounds.
Maybe.
Hey, did you get in touch with Nick's mother again like I told you?
Oh Danny, she ain't nowhere to be found.
The old day must have skipped and the 200 Santa Claus's that the boys investigated,
not one of these is Nick Norman under the beard.
I'll get it Danny.
Thanks.
Sergeant Tataglia.
Huh?
Yeah, he's here.
It's for you Danny.
Thank you.
Danny Clover speaking.
Danny, this is Maxie.
You know, Maxine Riddell.
Yeah, how are you Maxie?
I'm in lingerie Danny, come on down.
What?
In the lingerie department at Flexer's.
Department store, working.
I got news for you.
News about Nick Norman.
You interested Danny?
Yeah, yeah I am.
Hold on to everything Maxie, I'll be right down.
Here mister, take this black nightgown over to that girl over there.
She'll gift wrap it up.
Hi Danny, how am I doing?
Great Maxie, only great.
How long have you been working here?
Only for the Christmas season Danny, but the way I've been operating I think maybe they'll
keep me on.
No, no questions about your background?
You mean about me being a shoplifter?
Uh huh.
That's the reason I got the job.
The way I was lifting things I told them it'd be cheaper for them if they put me on the
sales force, so they did.
So for 22 bucks a week I'm an honest mouse.
Anyway it's steady.
Keep it that way huh Maxie?
Anything you say Danny.
Well now that we've had our tea I guess you want to know about Nick.
Yeah.
It breaks my heart to be a stoolie.
You know how it is Danny, me with my former alliances.
But it's different now.
Yeah, different.
I want it to be different for Tussie too.
You remember how it was between me and Tussie?
How was it?
It was gorgeous.
That's why I'm being a pigeon Danny.
If Nick made up his mind to be a kosher citizen he should stick to it, not fall back into
the arms of a mob like a doll who says mama.
Which mob Maxie?
Tussie Kahn's.
Such a name for a gorilla, Tussie.
How do you figure a name like that?
I don't know him.
Where do I find him?
Tussie just got back from Chicago.
He bought the Domino Club.
I happened to be passing there on my lunch hour and I saw Nick in a Santa Claus suit
drinking grape juice with Tussie.
Oh excuse me Danny, a customer.
Yes madam, something for your cell.
Thanks Maxie.
For what?
We have some gorgeous outside girdles madam for everyday wear.
They're right over here.
The Domino Club in the West 50s is a bright and shiny joint plastered with black glass.
It stands close to the ground between two peeling brown stones.
When you walk into it you have a feeling you're walking into the mouth of a beetle.
Its walls are lined with black mirrors and its ceiling is draped with folds of scarlet
silk.
And at six o'clock of a Christmas Eve the boys complete with Christmas wrapped girls
are beginning to gather.
You ask a busboy in white tie and tails where is Tussie Kahn's and he lifts an eyebrow to
a guy standing near the bandstand.
A guy grinning like an alley cat while a girl pins a sprig of mistletoe to his lapel.
You wait till she kisses Tussie.
Then Tussie kisses her.
But his eyes are open and flicking around the joint so he sees you and pushes the girl
away.
Read it Blitzen I got company.
Merry Christmas stranger.
You want something from Tussie boy?
Same to you.
I want Nick Norman.
That's a big desire on a holiday.
What you want Nick?
Tell Tussie boy.
Maybe I gotta explain.
I'm Danny Clover a cop.
I want him.
Don't everybody?
Come with me sonny.
Santa's right down at the end of this hallway.
Merry Christmas Melvin.
Ain't it though Tussie?
Merry Christmas George.
Likewise I'm sure.
I brought you a present boys.
Goodie.
Likewise.
Where's Nick Norman?
This fella here he says to Tussie boy he wants Nick Norman our Santa Claus.
Uh oh.
What big eyes you have mister.
And you know something else that's plain precious boys?
No.
Do tell us Tussie.
The fella says he is a cop.
Isn't that cute huh?
I could die.
Yeah.
So show the fella Santa Claus huh fellas.
Merry Christmas Danny Clover.
Oh Tussie boy said that didn't he?
Stay away from me.
But first we want to wish you on a star.
You too crazy.
Stay away from me.
I think that was not enough stars.
I'll give him another package.
You know that Tussie is good Duss.
He gave us the best Christmas present two fellas could ever have.
Don't be greedy Melvin.
Leave some for me.
Oh look at that.
It's all gone.
Come on Danny open your eyes.
What?
Yeah open your eyes Danny it's getting late.
Ain't you heard?
Christmas is coming.
Hey it's you Nick Norman.
Oh Danny call me Santa Claus.
That's the nicest alias I got.
Now look Nick I'm going to.
Oh hey I'll help you up Danny.
Sit on the edge of the sofa there.
Santa Claus Danny.
Santa Claus huh?
So help me Nick where I'm going to put you.
You'll spend the next 94 Christmases in solitary.
Take it easy Danny.
Come on let's get out of here.
I'll be late for that kids party.
Come on.
You mean let's get out of here just like that?
I don't have to beat my way out of here?
Before.
What's all this about Nick Santa Claus?
You're adult today Danny.
What's the matter with you?
But you were kidnapped.
Kidnapped?
Me?
I would want to do a thing like that to jolly old me.
A man in a tree said two guys pushed you into a car.
He only had a bird's eye view but he said kidnapped.
Oh you mean Melvin and George?
I mean Melvin and George.
Two pals from Chicago Danny.
They heard I was out and wanted I should be Santa Claus to a private party they was given.
That's all?
Harmless guys, pals, buddies.
We enjoy each other.
Yeah they enjoyed me too.
Before they left town for this party they said to tell you...
Oh wait a minute I wrote it down.
Dear Danny Clover, sorry we made a mistake and beat up your head.
May the bells ring a joyous noel for you.
Signed XX.
That's Melvin and George.
A mistake huh?
Sure.
They knew some mob or other might try to get me as Santa Claus.
They figured you was a mob so they protected me from you like you was fibbing about being
a cop.
After they walloped you unconscious they went through your pockets and saw you was really
a cop.
So they wrote this note.
The running ink you see here on the note Danny.
That's tears.
You'll forgive them won't you Danny?
Yeah.
How about your mother?
Oh that was your error Danny.
You didn't tell mom you was from the police so she taught just like Melvin and George.
You gave me the double talk.
Yeah that's my mom.
A grand old dame.
You know what I told her once when I was nine years old.
My sleigh's outside I'll give you a ride back to my office.
That means the whole thing was an error in identification and motive as they say huh
Danny?
That's right.
Isn't that right Santa?
Sure.
I'll tell it to you again if you want.
Oh never mind.
What happened to Simon Larabee?
Oh he went out for a feast of spud nuts and coffee.
Hey you don't look very happy to a tag.
No Danny.
I ain't happy.
Unhappy.
Very.
What's the matter?
We've got Santa Claus.
Come on smile.
It's going to be a fine Christmas.
I can't Danny.
I just can't.
It's Mrs. Tartaglia.
Hmm?
Yeah now she ain't laughing anymore.
The neighbors are laughing and Mrs. Tartaglia is crying.
Why?
Well the later editions of the paper said that that Santa Claus was heist and it was
because I was in a tree.
Yeah the papers say I single-handed messed up Christmas.
What is that?
Well I'll tell you Tartaglia.
Hey what about my Christmas party?
Oh ho!
Well I'm not yet Santa.
When did you get to the party?
Say the press was saying that you were snatched Sandy.
What gives?
It said that mobsters grabbed you.
No I was just a little misunderstood.
That's right Marty Nick was grabbed by mobsters.
Huh?
Yeah well then how did he get away?
Sergeant Tartaglia.
Yeah?
Uh huh.
Sergeant Tartaglia.
The kind of policeman who tracks down criminals to the lair.
I am Danny?
The kind that single-handed rescued Santa Claus from the jaws of disaster.
This guy did that?
Yep.
I'm just about to call the press boys and tell them about it.
Oh Danny.
I mean it Tartaglia.
Don't be so modest.
I'm going to do just that.
Danny.
Put Marty in a cab Tartaglia.
I'll send Santa down in the squad car in a little while.
Yeah sure.
Well come on little tight.
I mean Marty.
Okay.
Merry Christmas Danny.
Whatever you tell the press guys Danny I'll swear to it.
Sure sure you will.
Yeah that's a fine Christmas you're giving everybody Danny.
How about yourself?
I'll have fun at the party.
I always do.
Where is it?
Where's my money?
Oh look Mr. Larrabee it's Christmas.
Of course it's Christmas.
That's why I want my rent.
So I can have a Merry Christmas.
Hey Danny.
Who is this guy that needs rent to have a Merry Christmas?
This is Simon Larrabee.
He wants the year's rent in advance for that warehouse where the kids are having a party.
Or else no party.
Yes that's who I am.
Oh like that huh?
So that's how you are huh Simon?
Stop breathing in my face Santa Claus.
All them kids wanting to have a party and a Simon like you wants to louse it up.
Put him down.
I ain't doing nothing Danny.
Just holding Simon up so I can breathe in his face.
I want you to think about something Simon.
Think about all those kids that are looking forward to their Christmas party which ain't
going to happen on account of you.
Think about it.
I'm thinking yes.
Maybe you could think better with a pen in your hand Simon.
Yes I can.
A pen that will write out a receipt for years rent in advance huh Simon?
Of course of course of course.
Christmas spirit and all that.
Yes I'll get my receipt book.
Oh my.
Well I haven't felt so good in years.
Yes here you are Mr. Glover.
A receipt for a years rent in advance.
And tell the darlings Merry Christmas with this.
Yeah.
Yeah I will.
Ain't he a nice fella Danny?
Come on nice fella I'll take you to a party.
Merry Christmas Danny.
It's a Merry Merry Merry Christmas Danny.
Merry Christmas.
Yep.
Merry Christmas.
On Christmas Eve Broadway is almost like any other place in the world.
The bells ring out the horns blow.
There's laughter.
The Mazdas on the Translux spell out slowly word by word.
Peace on earth.
Goodwill to men.
And you read it.
You believe it.
Because on Christmas Eve you believe a miracle.
Then a whirl of confetti is in your eyes and you're pushed along with a crowd and you never
see the next news bulletin.
You don't try to look back.
It's Broadway the merriest, the shiniest, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Broadway My Beat.
Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover and is written by Morton Fine
and David Friedkin.
The musical score was composed by Alexander Courage and conducted by Wilbur Hatch and
the program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis.
The cast tonight included Charles Calvert, Gil Stratton Jr., Howard McNear, Hal March,
Bert Holland, Shep Menken, Estelle Dodge and Peggy Weber.
On Christmas afternoon, Jack Benny will be heard as guest star in a full one hour version
of the comedy The Man Who Came to Dinner.
Charles Boyer, Gregory Peck, Rosalind Russell, Dorothy McGuire, Henry Fonda, John Garfield
and Gene Kelly will be starring alongside Jack in this special holiday hour.
Then an hour later, Jack will be back with his own Sunday night gang for 30 more minutes
of holiday hilarity.
In fact, the best idea really is stay tuned to CBS All Day Christmas Day.
Now stay tuned for Sing It Again, which follows immediately on most of the same CBS stations.
Joe Walter speaking.
This is CBS, where you find Broadway My Beat every Saturday night at the Columbia Broadcasting
Center.