YOUR HIT PARADE

Lucky Strike, the cigarette that tastes better, cleaner, fresher, smoother, in cool sponsorship with Richard Hudnut, makers of Quick, the new home permanent with a 10-minute waving lotion, presents Your Hit Parade. Be happy, go lucky. Be happy, go lucky strike. Be happy, go lucky. Go lucky strike today. Tonight, Lucky Strike presents Your Hit Parade. The top tunes all over America as determined by Your Hit Parade survey, which checks the best sellers in sheet music and phonograph records, the songs most heard on the air, and the songs most played on the automatic coin machines. An accurate, authentic tabulation of America's taste in popular music. Your Hit Parade. You know, friends, it's easy to see why Lucky's taste better cuz it's right on the pack. L.S.M.F.T. Lucky Strike means fine tobacco, and then it's toasted to taste better. So, to get better taste from your cigarette, Lucky Strike is the brand to get. It's toasted to give you the best taste yet. It's the toasted cigarette. And now, the top seven songs of the week with Polly Bergen, Russell Arms, Gisele MacKenzie, Snooky Lanson, the Hit Paraders and dancers, and Raymond Scott and the Hit Parade Orchestra. And off we go with survey song number seven. Snooky Lanson, the Hit Paraders and dancers, bring us some spooky antics to the tune that makes a return appearance on your Hit Parade tonight. This Old House. This old house once knew my children. This old house once knew my wife. This old house was home and comfort as we fought the storms of life. This old house once rang with laughter. This old house heard many shouts. Now it trembles in the darkness when the lightning walks about. Ain't going to need this house no longer. Ain't going to need this house no more. Ain't got time to fix the shingles. Ain't got time to fix the floor. Ain't got time to oil the hinges nor to mend the window panes. Ain't going to need this house no longer. I'm a getting ready to meet the saints. This old house is getting shaky. This old house is a getting old. This old house lets in the rain. This old house lets in the cold. Oh, my knees are a getting chilly, but I feel no fear or pain cuz I see an angel sneaking through a broken window pane. Ain't going to need this house no longer. Ain't going to need this house no more. Ain't got time to fix the shingles. Ain't got time to fix the floor. Ain't got time to oil the hinges nor to mend the window panes. Ain't I to need this house longer? I'm a getting ready to meet the saints. This old house is afraid of thunder. This old house is afraid of storms. This old house just groans and trembles when the night wind swings its arms. This old house is a getting feeble. This old house is a needing paint. Just like me, it's time to let it out. I'm a getting ready to meet the saints. Ain't I going to need this house no longer? Ain't I going to need this house no more? Ain't got time to fix the shingles. Ain't got time to fix the floors. Ain't got time to mend the walls or to mend the window panes. Ain't I going to need this house no longer? I'm a getting ready to meet the saints. Ready to meet the saints. Number four. Gisele MacKenzie sings the happy-go-lucky melody the survey finds in fourth place, The Little Shoemaker. In the shoemaker's shop, this refrain would ever stop as he tapped away, working all the day. At his bench there was he, just as busy as a bee, little time to lose with the boots and shoes. But his heart went up inside the little shop when a lovely girl said him all a word. She had come choose some pretty dancing shoes and he heard her say in a charming way, "Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing all the day. Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing, dancing all my cares away." But she danced, danced, danced, danced as though she were in trance all around the shop like a spinning top. On her dainty feet she whirled into the street and he heard her say in a charming way, "Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing all the day. Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing all my cares away." Away. Time for a Lucky Strike extra. Here is Polly Bergen with a wistful Gershwin tune, The Man I Love. Someday he'll come along, the man I love. And he'll be big and strong, the man I love. And when he comes my way, I'll do my best to make him stay. He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand. And in a little while, he'll take my hand. And though it seems absurd, I know we'll both want to say a word. Maybe I'll meet him someday, maybe Monday, maybe not. Still, I'm sure I'll meet him someday, maybe Tuesday will be my good news day. He'll build a little home just made for two, from which I'll never roam. Would would you? And so I'll ask above, I'm waiting for the man I love. Number six on the survey. The Hit Parade dancers step out to Raymond Scott's "Hall of Scotia". This is glamorous movie star Rita Gam. Know what I'm doing? I'm studying my chess. It's an interesting thing about chess. One move can mean the whole game. That's why I'm so careful with every move I make. I like to sit and smoke and really think it through. The cigarette, by the way, is Lucky Strike. I like its clean taste, nice aroma. It's my cigarette every time. Rita Gam's reason for smoking Lucky Strike is the same one that many millions of other smokers give. They like the taste of a Lucky. And here's why a Lucky tastes better. It's right here on the pack. It's toasted. That's the famous Lucky Strike process that brings Lucky's fine tobacco to its peak of flavor. The process that turns up this mild, naturally good-tasting tobacco to make it taste even better. Well, that's our story, pure and simple. A Lucky tastes better because it's the cigarette of fine tobacco. And it's toasted to taste better. Cleaner, fresher, smoother. So, to get better You from your cigarette, Lucky Strike is the brand to get. It's toasted to give you the best taste yet. It's the toasted cigarette. Number five. Here come the clowns as Russell Arms sings the bright tune that captures fifth place on the survey, Sh-Boom. And a honky ding dong, a lang a lang a lang. Ooh ba ba doo, ba doo ba doo. Life could be a dream, Sh-Boom. if I could take you up to paradise up above, Sh-Boom. if you would tell me I'm the only one that you love, life could be a dream, sweetheart. Hello, hello again, sh-boom, and hoping we meet again. Life could be a dream, Sh-Boom. if only all my precious plans would come true, Sh-Boom. if you would let me spend my whole life loving you, life could be a dream, sweetheart. Hello, hello. Every time I look at you, something is on my mind. If you do what I want you to, baby, we'd be so fine. Life could be a dream, Sh-Boom. if I could take you up to paradise up above, Sh-Boom. if you would tell me I'm the only one that you love, life could be a dream, sweetheart. Sh-Boom, sh-boom. Hey, ack-a-dack-a-dack-a-dack. Sh-Boom, sh-boom. Yack-a-tack-a-tack-a-tack-a-tack-a-tack. Sh-Boom, sh-boom. Yack-a-tack-a-tack-a-tack-a-tack-a-tack, SH-BOOM. EVERY TIME I look at you, something is on my mind. If you do what I want you to, baby, we'd be so fine. Life could be a dream. If I could take you up to paradise up above, if you would tell me I'm the only one that you love, life could be a dream, sweetheart. Life could be a dream. Life would be a dream, sweetheart. Song number two. Ruth Lawrence and Tom Hanson interpret the beautiful song that's in the runner-up spot tonight, The High and the Mighty. Number three. Gisele MacKenzie sings the lovely ballad that climbs to third place on the survey this week. If I give my heart to you. If I give my heart to you, will you handle it with care? Will you always treat me tenderly? And in every way be fair? If I give my heart to you, will you give me all your love? Will you swear that you'll be true to me by the light that shines above? And will you smile when I frown? Smile with me when I'm glad? And always be as you are with me tonight? Think it over and be sure. Please don't answer till you do. When you promise all these things to me, then give my heart to you. Time for another Lucky Strike extra. It's Snooky Lanson and the Hit Paraders and Dancers in a colorful version of that perennial favorite, Swanee. I've been away from you a long time. I never thought I'd ever roam. Somehow I feel your love was real. Near you I long to be. The birds are singing in the song time. The banjos strumming soft and low. I know that you yearn for me, too. Oh, Swanee, you're calling me. Swanee, how I love you. How I love you, my dear old Swanee. I'd give the world to be among the folks there. Yeah, I expect I even know my mammy waiting for me, praying for me down by that Swanee. The folks up north will see me no more when I go to that Swanee shore. And now a word from our co-sponsor, Richard Hudnut, as we join Snooky Lanson backstage with Julia Meade. Hi, Snooky. Hi. See there, small kids? Busy housewives, too. And here's another busy beauty, Mrs. William Reddick, mother of two. Twin girls, aren't they? Uh-huh. Well, tell me, how do you find time for yourself? For your hairdos, for instance? Oh, hair is no problem. I gave myself a new Quick Home Permanent, and I was completely finished in just 1 hour, winding and everything. Julia Meade knows. Yes, Quick is a sensational home permanent discovery by Richard Hudnut with the 10-minute waving lotion. Your Quick Wave takes in just 10 minutes. No other home permanent that fast. No bother, no guesswork. Quick, safe, sure, automatic. 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I had you like a mother. Or are you not seeing things too clearly? Are you too much in love to hear? Is it all going in one ear and out the other? So long for a while. That's all the songs for a while. So long to your Hit Parade and the tunes that you picked to be played. So long. If you want the taste of cigarette, Lucky Strike is the brand to get. It's toasted to give you the best taste yet. It's the toasted cigarette. Your Hit Parade is presented each week co-sponsored by Lucky Strike and Richard Hudnut. So, tune in again next week at the same time for the top seven songs of the week. And remember tomorrow night on another network, Lucky Strike presents the Jack Benny program with Rochester and Don Wilson. Consult your local TV listings for time and station. Your Hit Parade has been selected as one of the programs to be shown to our armed forces overseas and was brought to you tonight by Lucky Strike, product of the American Tobacco Company, America's leading manufacturer of cigarettes. This is Andre Baruch saying, "Be happy. Go lucky." Dinah Shore, Phil Harris, and William Bendix top the comedy hour bill tomorrow night over NBC Television.