
Father Knows Best - 50-11-23 - Thanksgiving Show
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Kathleen Anderson
Mother, is Maxwell House the best coffee in the whole world?
Margaret Anderson
Well, your father says so, and your father knows best.
Narrator
Yes, it's Father Knows Best transcribed in Hollywood, starring Robert Young as Father. A half hour visit with your neighbors, the Andersons, brought to you by Maxwell House, America's favorite brand of coffee. Look for that familiar blue Maxwell House tin, featured in stores everywhere at lower prices, the lowest prices in months. Enjoy coffee that's always good to the last, drop. Heap high the board with plenteous cheer and gather to the feast and toast the sturdy pilgrim band whose courage never ceased. You know, the Pilgrims started the custom of Thanksgiving, but there are others whose trials and tribulations on an average Thanksgiving Day bear inspection and a certain amount of sympathy. Take, for example, the Andersons, who live in Springfield. In a white frame house on Maple street. They count their blessings and give their thanks. But with three children in the house, even a simple rite like Thanksgiving can.
Announcer
Be a pretty complicated affair. Like this.
Kathleen Anderson
Mother, we're in the den. Betty, is it all right if I borrow your earrings?
Jim Anderson
Betty, if you have anything to ask your mother, come down here and ask her.
Kathleen Anderson
Jumping creeper.
Jim Anderson
Sounds like she was reared in a barn. Stands up there screaming her head off.
Margaret Anderson
Jim, Kathy is waiting to read her poem.
Jim Anderson
Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Kathy, go ahead.
Kathleen Anderson
Yes, Daddy.
Margaret Anderson
Go ahead, dear.
Jim Anderson
Well, now, what are you waiting for?
Kathleen Anderson
I have to be introduced.
Jim Anderson
Pardon me. Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the Competition in the fourth grade, Ms. Kathleen Anderson. Is that better?
Kathleen Anderson
Now you have to applaud.
Jim Anderson
Okay, we applaud.
Kathleen Anderson
Thank you.
Jim Anderson
What a ham. Has to get her applause before she reads the poem. Jim doesn't want to take any chances.
Margaret Anderson
All right, dear. Anytime you're ready.
Kathleen Anderson
Yes, Mommy. Thanksgiving Day by Kathleen Joy Anderson, fourth grade. Thanksgiving is a lucky day.
Jim Anderson
Wait a minute. What was that name?
Kathleen Anderson
The name.
Jim Anderson
Your name. Say it again.
Kathleen Anderson
Kathleen Joy Anderson.
Jim Anderson
Where did the joy come from? Your name is Kathleen Louise Anderson.
Kathleen Anderson
But I don't like Louise.
Jim Anderson
You what?
Margaret Anderson
Jim, Kathy and I talked it all over.
Jim Anderson
My mother's name is Louise, and if it's good enough for my mother, it's good enough for her.
Margaret Anderson
It's only a middle name, dear. And if she doesn't like it, why.
Jim Anderson
Shouldn'T she like it? What's wrong with it?
Margaret Anderson
Nothing, Jim, but it's her name.
Jim Anderson
You're darn right it's her name. She's not gonna change it now. Go ahead, Mommy.
Margaret Anderson
Go ahead, dear.
Kathleen Anderson
She was.
Jim Anderson
My grandmother and her mother were named Lou. Reason why she should want to change it. Well, what? Read the Poem.
Kathleen Anderson
Yes, Daddy. Thanksgiving Day by Kathleen Louise Anderson.
Jim Anderson
That's more like it.
Kathleen Anderson
Fourth grade.
Jim Anderson
That's much better.
Margaret Anderson
Jim, please.
Jim Anderson
All right, Kathy, go ahead.
Kathleen Anderson
Thanksgiving is a lucky day for all the girls and boys. It isn't just like Christmas when your parents give you toys. It isn't even like Easter when you get an Easter bunny. Or even like your birthday when your uncle sends you money.
Jim Anderson
What? Jim, when did her uncle ever send her money or anything else? Kathy, she's nine years old. He's never sent her a button. Gives her money. He's so tight he can't even sit down.
Margaret Anderson
Jim Anderson, I know you don't like him, but he's been very good to my sister. And if Kathy needs him for her.
Jim Anderson
Poems, Santa Claus and the Easter bunny and your brother in law. Boy, is that a combination.
Margaret Anderson
Go ahead, Kathleen.
Kathleen Anderson
Yes, Mommy. Thanksgiving Day. Bye, Kathleen.
Jim Anderson
Not from the beginning, Kathy. Start where you left off.
Kathleen Anderson
I don't remember where I was.
Jim Anderson
Your uncle was giving you money. Oh, that's something we can all remember.
Kathleen Anderson
Yes, Daddy.
Jim Anderson
This isn't a poem. It's a fairy tale.
Margaret Anderson
Jim, if you say one more word.
Bud Anderson
I'm sorry.
Jim Anderson
Go ahead, Kathy.
Kathleen Anderson
Is it all right if I start up near Christmas?
Jim Anderson
Start anywhere you like, but start.
Kathleen Anderson
Okay. Thanksgiving Day by Kathleen, Fourth grade. Thanksgiving is a lucky day for all the girls and boys. It isn't just like Christmas when your parents give you toys. It isn't even like Easter when you get an Easter bunny. Or even like your birthday when your uncle gives you money.
Jim Anderson
I didn't say a word.
Margaret Anderson
Go ahead, dear.
Kathleen Anderson
It isn't like the Fourth of July or Decoration Day or summer vacation or Halloween.
Jim Anderson
Kathy, when are you going to stop telling us what it isn't like and tell us what it is like?
Margaret Anderson
How can she when you keep interrupting?
Jim Anderson
Well, it's supposed to be a poem about Thanksgiving, isn't it? And what has she said? It isn't like Christmas. It isn't like the Fourth of July. Who said it was?
Margaret Anderson
Jim, the poem has already won the contest. We're just supposed to listen. But as long as we're just supposed Supposed to listen. Go ahead, dear.
Kathleen Anderson
You mean from the beginning?
Jim Anderson
No, no. Start after that funny part where your uncle gives you money.
Kathleen Anderson
Okay. It isn't like the Fourth of July or Decoration Day or summer vacation or Halloween when all the kids can play. No.
Margaret Anderson
Jeez.
Kathleen Anderson
Oh, good grief.
Jim Anderson
Scare a man half out of his wits.
Kathleen Anderson
Mother, is it all right if I borrow your earrings?
Margaret Anderson
Look what you've done. Ash is all over the floor.
Jim Anderson
Well, I'LL clean it up, Margaret. Don't worry about it.
Kathleen Anderson
What happened?
Jim Anderson
Nothing happened. I knocked over the ashtray, that's all. Go ahead, Kathy.
Kathleen Anderson
Thanksgiving is a different day. Excuse me, Kathy. I have to speak to Mother.
Jim Anderson
Let her finish the poem, Betty.
Kathleen Anderson
Father, I told Janie Liggett I'd be there early. She's counting on me. You don't have to read a poem over the radio. Oh, no? You mean she's gonna read that horrible thing in public? Thanksgiving is a lucky day. I didn't see you winning any free turkey dinner. I didn't have to. The Liggetts are gonna have three turkeys.
Jim Anderson
Wait a minute. The way you kids talk, you'd think we'd never had a turkey in this house.
Margaret Anderson
Jim.
Jim Anderson
I've got a good mind to keep you all home.
Kathleen Anderson
Father.
Margaret Anderson
Jim, it isn't a question of turkey. Cathy's principal told you.
Jim Anderson
Why couldn't they have their dinner some other day?
Margaret Anderson
But Thanksgiving dinner was the prize, dear, for all eight grades. It's become a major event.
Jim Anderson
And the Liggett. If somebody looks cross eyed, Janie Liggett has a party.
Kathleen Anderson
Father, you said.
Jim Anderson
I know what I said. And it'll be a relief to get you all out of the house. Your mother won't have to spend all day cooking a dinner you'll wolf down in 20 minutes.
Margaret Anderson
Gee.
Jim Anderson
Mm. We'll have a little peace around here, even if it is Thanksgiving.
Kathleen Anderson
Thanksgiving is a different day. The day I like the best. Kathy, I haven't asked about the earrings.
Margaret Anderson
Which earrings, Betty?
Kathleen Anderson
The ones with the rhinestones.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, dear, those are much too old for you.
Kathleen Anderson
Oh, no, they aren't, Mother. Really they aren't. Thanksgiving is a different day.
Jim Anderson
Just a minute, Kathy. Betty, if your mother says they're too old for you.
Kathleen Anderson
But they aren't, Father. I tried them on.
Margaret Anderson
Don't you think something less formal would be more suitable? But, Mother, after all, rhinestones in the afternoon.
Kathleen Anderson
Not good, huh?
Margaret Anderson
Not good at all.
Kathleen Anderson
How about the little pearl one?
Margaret Anderson
Oh, much better.
Kathleen Anderson
May I?
Margaret Anderson
Of course, dear.
Kathleen Anderson
Oh, thank you, Mother. You're an angel. Go ahead, Kathy.
Jim Anderson
Maybe I ought to get the vacuum cleaner. The whole rug's a mess.
Margaret Anderson
Just leave it, Jim. I'll clean it later.
Jim Anderson
It'll only take me a second, Jim.
Margaret Anderson
All right, Kathy.
Kathleen Anderson
No.
Jim Anderson
Yes. Get it over with, please.
Kathleen Anderson
Thanksgiving is a different day. The day I like the best. It's even better than Sunday which is called the day of rest. Thanksgiving is my favorite day.
Bud Anderson
So long, everybody.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, goodbye, dear.
Kathleen Anderson
Now have a nice time.
Jim Anderson
Bud, what are you Doing with my suitcase?
Margaret Anderson
Why?
Kathleen Anderson
Thanksgiving is my favorite day.
Jim Anderson
Come in here and bring the suitcase.
Bud Anderson
Gosh, I'm not gonna hurt it, dad.
Jim Anderson
Did anybody say you could borrow my suitcase?
Bud Anderson
No, dad.
Jim Anderson
Why are you taking it?
Bud Anderson
Well, I have to carry them in something.
Jim Anderson
Carry what?
Bud Anderson
The football letters. They're gonna give them out at the dinner and the coach said put it.
Jim Anderson
Back where you got it.
Bud Anderson
But the coach said I could eat with the teen.
Jim Anderson
I said put it back.
Bud Anderson
Holy cow.
Kathleen Anderson
Thanksgiving is my favor.
Margaret Anderson
Jim, he isn't going to hurt anything.
Jim Anderson
That's not the point. He has no right to take things without asking for them.
Bud Anderson
But you were busy, Dad. I tried to ask you this morning, remember? I said, dad, and you said you thought it was going to be wonderful for you and mom to have Thanksgiving dinner in a restaurant for a change. And I said, dad. And you said you thought everybody made too much of a fuss about Thanksgiving anyway. And I said, dad. And you said, but.
Announcer
Take the suitcase.
Jim Anderson
Oh boy. And next time ask for it.
Bud Anderson
I tried to, Dad. I said. Okay, dad.
Kathleen Anderson
Goodbye now.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, is Billy here, dear?
Kathleen Anderson
He's parked out front. Well, have a good time.
Jim Anderson
Don't eat too much turkey.
Kathleen Anderson
I won't. See you later. Goodbye, dear.
Narrator
Goodbye, Betty.
Kathleen Anderson
Thanksgiving is my favorite day.
Jim Anderson
Bud, Are you driving downtown with Joe Phillips?
Bud Anderson
Yes, dad.
Jim Anderson
Why don't you drop Kathy off at the school?
Bud Anderson
Okay. Come on, Kathy.
Kathleen Anderson
I haven't finished my poem.
Jim Anderson
Well, why haven't you? I haven't heard anything else for the past hour.
Kathleen Anderson
I tried to read it and first you said that Uncle Rich.
Bud Anderson
Come on, Kathy, will ya?
Margaret Anderson
I'm late.
Kathleen Anderson
Nobody ever lets me do anything just cause I'm the littlest one in the family.
Jim Anderson
Kathy, read the poem.
Kathleen Anderson
Everybody thinks they can pick.
Margaret Anderson
Kathy, Thanksgiving is my favorite day. Dear, that's where you left off and.
Kathleen Anderson
They don't have any right to. Thanksgiving is my favorite day. Though the skies are gray and murky. Cause that's the day when I get to eat the drumstick of a turkey. Well, that's the end.
Bud Anderson
Some poem, Bud.
Margaret Anderson
It's a very lovely poem, Kathy.
Kathleen Anderson
Thank you, Mommy.
Jim Anderson
You mean that won the competition, Jim? Well, I'm not surprised. It's very good. A little sentimental perhaps, but very good.
Kathleen Anderson
Thank you, Daddy.
Bud Anderson
Get your coat, Kathy, and let's go.
Kathleen Anderson
Mr. Bryant said he'd bring me home, Mommy.
Margaret Anderson
That's fine, dear.
Kathleen Anderson
And don't forget to listen to the broadcast we wanted.
Jim Anderson
Behave yourself.
Bud Anderson
Come on, will ya?
Kathleen Anderson
Well, stop pulling me. Why do you always have to pull me?
Bud Anderson
Thanks for the suitcase, dad. That's all right.
Jim Anderson
Have a nice time, bud. You, too, Kathy.
Kathleen Anderson
Goodbye.
Margaret Anderson
Be a good girl, Kathleen.
Kathleen Anderson
I will. Goodbye, dear.
Margaret Anderson
Well, I'm completely exhausted. I don't know where they get all that energy.
Jim Anderson
Margaret, did she really win the competition with that poem?
Margaret Anderson
She's only in the fourth grade, Jim. That's very good for the fourth grade.
Jim Anderson
When I was nine, I could write poems like that standing on my head.
Margaret Anderson
Well, if you've ever seen Kathy's study, you'd know that. That's probably the way she wrote it.
Jim Anderson
Margaret?
Margaret Anderson
Yes, dear?
Jim Anderson
Have you noticed how quiet it is?
Margaret Anderson
Yes, dear.
Jim Anderson
Hasn't been this quiet for weeks, has it?
Margaret Anderson
No, dear.
Jim Anderson
It does you good to get away from the kids for a while. Gives you a chance to relax, take things easy. Read your paper and things.
Margaret Anderson
Yes, dear.
Jim Anderson
Get the kids out of the house and it makes all the difference in the world. Get a little peace and quiet, don't you?
Margaret Anderson
Yes, dear.
Jim Anderson
All that excitement and shouting and running up and down stairs. Absolutely unnecessary, isn't it?
Margaret Anderson
I suppose so, dear.
Jim Anderson
Margaret?
Margaret Anderson
Yes, dear?
Jim Anderson
I'm lonesome.
Margaret Anderson
Yes, dear.
Announcer
Well, Father has a right to feel lonesome. After all, Thanksgiving is a family day. But whether or not the family can gather to join in the festivities, we all have many things to be thankful for. We Maxwell House people. For instance, we're happy that our coffee is America's favorite brand. Happy that in so many homes, Thanksgiving dinner means a pot of Maxwell House coffee brewing on the stove as well as the turkey in the oven and the pumpkin pies cooling on the shelf. We take a lot of pride in our coffee and we want you to know you can count on Maxwell House every cup you pour. We'll keep it always good to the last drop on Thanksgiving Day and every day in the year.
Narrator
That was very good, Barbara. Very good indeed. Now, our next winner is a rugged individualist indeed.
Margaret Anderson
Jim, it's Kathy.
Narrator
I'll be right in. She put her thoughts on Thanksgiving into verse and will now read the poem which won for her the competition in the fourth grade. Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Kathleen Anderson.
Bud Anderson
Kathy?
Jim Anderson
Has she started yet? Well, I just wanted to know.
Kathleen Anderson
Thanksgiving Day by Kathleen Joy Louise Anderson, Fourth grade. Thanksgiving is a lucky day for all the girls and boys. It isn't just like Christmas when your parents give you toys.
Jim Anderson
Why doesn't she go on, Jim?
Announcer
Please go ahead, Kathleen.
Jim Anderson
It isn't as if she had to remember anything. She's got it right in front of her.
Margaret Anderson
She's probably very nervous.
Jim Anderson
Well, she can read, can't she?
Narrator
Kathleen, we're waiting I want to go home.
Jim Anderson
Now. What's gotten into her?
Margaret Anderson
Oh, the poor little thing.
Narrator
Miss Anderson just remembered a previous engagement. But perhaps we'll have better luck with our next little guest. The winner of the competition in the fifth grade.
Jim Anderson
You see, Margaret, I told you she shouldn't have gone.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, my poor baby.
Jim Anderson
I've never heard anything like that in my entire life.
Margaret Anderson
She was frightened, Jim, that's all.
Jim Anderson
Frightened of what? You can't shut her up when she's in the house. As soon as she's supposed to talk, she makes an oyster sound like Georgie Jessel, I tell you. Margaret.
Margaret Anderson
Yes, Jim?
Announcer
Do you think we ought to go.
Jim Anderson
Down and get her?
Margaret Anderson
Oh, I don't think so.
Jim Anderson
Poor kid's probably crying her heart out.
Margaret Anderson
She'll get over it. And don't forget, they promised her two drumsticks.
Bud Anderson
I don't know.
Jim Anderson
She didn't sound very hungry.
Margaret Anderson
Do I?
Jim Anderson
What?
Margaret Anderson
You promised me a Thanksgiving dinner at the townhouse, remember?
Jim Anderson
Yes, I did, didn't I?
Margaret Anderson
I'll get my hat and coat. Or would you rather have me sue you for breach of promise?
Jim Anderson
Margaret.
Margaret Anderson
Jim, there isn't anything wrong, is there?
Jim Anderson
Oh, no, honey. Everything's fine. It's just that. Well.
Margaret Anderson
Yes?
Jim Anderson
I've been doing a lot of thinking and. Would you mind very much if we didn't go out? Why, Jim, I know I promised you dinner, but, well, I just rather eat here.
Margaret Anderson
There isn't anything to eat.
Jim Anderson
Sure there is. I saw a whole heap of hamburger in the icebox.
Kathleen Anderson
Hamburger?
Margaret Anderson
On Thanksgiving Day?
Jim Anderson
Margaret, to tell you the truth, this doesn't seem much like Thanksgiving. Not like the kind of Thanksgiving we used to know.
Margaret Anderson
Well, it's finally happened. After only 18 years. You're tired of me.
Jim Anderson
You know what I mean, don't you, honey?
Margaret Anderson
I think so.
Jim Anderson
Thanksgiving has always been a special sort of a day for me. Even when I was a boy, it was more than just a holiday. It was a time when the whole family got together and had fun. We used to go out into the.
Narrator
Country to my grandmother's.
Margaret Anderson
We did too go to my grandmother's.
Jim Anderson
I mean, the whole family used to be there. My Uncle Rob and his wife and their eight children and my Uncle Will and his wife and their 10 children.
Margaret Anderson
That must have been cozy.
Jim Anderson
Oh, it was. We ate in shifts. My grandmother always swore she was feeding half of the neighbor's kids. But it was fun.
Margaret Anderson
Did you play games after dinner?
Jim Anderson
Heck, no. We were so stuffed, we couldn't move.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, you were a bunch of sissies. We used to play going To Jerusalem or musical chairs or charades.
Jim Anderson
That's pretty hard to do with just two people, isn't it?
Margaret Anderson
Jim? There's one thing we mustn't forget. This is a new generation. It's a different sort of generation with new ideas and a new sense of values. Times have changed.
Jim Anderson
Mm, I guess they have. Let's. Let's go into the kitchen and see what we can throw together.
Margaret Anderson
You're an old sentimentalist, Jim Anderson, that's what you are. And I love you.
Jim Anderson
I love you too. You know, maybe if the kids get home early, we can all go to a movie or something. How'd you like that?
Margaret Anderson
Oh, I wouldn't count on it, dear. Betty said not to expect her before midnight and Bud's dinner won't start until 6.
Jim Anderson
Well, Kathy isn't going to stay out all night, is she?
Margaret Anderson
No.
Jim Anderson
Okay, then we'll take Kathy to the movies.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, we'll see, dear. It all depends.
Kathleen Anderson
Bud.
Bud Anderson
Hiya, Mom. Hi, dad.
Jim Anderson
What are you doing here?
Bud Anderson
Fixing a hamburger. Want one?
Jim Anderson
Well, what happened to the dinner?
Bud Anderson
What dinner?
Jim Anderson
At the training table with the football team.
Bud Anderson
Oh, that dinner. Well, I don't know. I guess I just wasn't hungry.
Jim Anderson
Weren't hungry?
Announcer
You.
Margaret Anderson
I'm going to call Dr. Simmons.
Jim Anderson
Wait a minute, Margaret. Bud, if you aren't hungry, why, the hamburger.
Bud Anderson
The hamburger.
Jim Anderson
Pardon me? The three hamburgers.
Bud Anderson
Oh, well, I. I guess I got hungry.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, Bud, if you don't feel well, please tell us.
Bud Anderson
But I do feel well, Mom. I feel fine.
Jim Anderson
Look, Bud, if you don't want to tell us the truth.
Bud Anderson
But I am telling you the truth. I didn't like the dinner, that's all. Bunch of big goofs sitting around talking about football. What good is that?
Margaret Anderson
Since when don't you like to talk about football?
Bud Anderson
What good is that?
Margaret Anderson
Since when don't you like to talk about football?
Jim Anderson
Just a second, honey.
Kathleen Anderson
Kathy, it's me, Father.
Bud Anderson
What's she doing home?
Margaret Anderson
What on earth?
Jim Anderson
We're in the kitchen, Betty.
Kathleen Anderson
I'll be right in.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, dear. Just when everything was going so well.
Jim Anderson
Margaret, why do you immediately assume that something is wrong? Maybe the Liggetts decided not to have a party. Or maybe Betty had the wrong day. Lots of things could have happened.
Margaret Anderson
The party was today. I know it was.
Jim Anderson
Well, maybe it hasn't started yet.
Kathleen Anderson
What's everybody doing in the kitchen? Oh, hi, Bud. What are you doing here?
Bud Anderson
Oh, nothing much. Want a hamburger?
Kathleen Anderson
Okay.
Jim Anderson
Never mind the hamburgers, Bud. We've got things to discuss that are.
Bud Anderson
Much more important than hamburgers.
Margaret Anderson
Do you feel all right, dear?
Kathleen Anderson
Sure. Why?
Jim Anderson
You told your mother you wouldn't be home until midnight.
Kathleen Anderson
Oh, well, I. Well, I wasn't going to, but I came up with the most awful headache.
Jim Anderson
Jim, you just said you felt fine.
Kathleen Anderson
I do? Oh, I mean, I do. Except for this headache.
Margaret Anderson
Jim, I'm going to call Mrs. Liggett and ask her.
Kathleen Anderson
Mother. You know, if there was anything wrong, I'd tell you. I always have, haven't I?
Margaret Anderson
Yes, dear, you have.
Jim Anderson
Just a minute, Margaret. Kathy.
Kathleen Anderson
Yes, Daddy?
Jim Anderson
We're in the kitchen. Come on in.
Kathleen Anderson
Yes, Daddy.
Jim Anderson
See, Margaret? I told you we should have gone down for her.
Margaret Anderson
Well, I had no way of knowing.
Kathleen Anderson
What's the matter with Kathy?
Jim Anderson
Your sister reads the first line of her poem and bursts into tears.
Bud Anderson
No kidding.
Margaret Anderson
The poor little thing. Hello. Oh, angel.
Jim Anderson
Hello, sweetheart. Come on over here and tell your daddy all your troubles.
Kathleen Anderson
I don't have any troubles, Daddy. I'm just not happy.
Jim Anderson
Well, it isn't anything to cry about, is it?
Margaret Anderson
It was a lovely poem, darling, even if you didn't read it.
Bud Anderson
And don't you worry, knothead. If anybody makes fun of you, I'll poke them right in the nose.
Kathleen Anderson
Oh, Bud, I don't care if they do make fun of me. I didn't want to read my poem, not to them.
Margaret Anderson
Why, Kathy. There, you're friends. I don't want them.
Kathleen Anderson
It's Thanksgiving. And I wanted my mommy and my daddy and my sister and my brother.
Margaret Anderson
I was lonesome. Kathy, darling.
Announcer
She's all right, Margaret.
Jim Anderson
Just leave her alone. Mother.
Margaret Anderson
Yes, Betty? I was lonesome too.
Jim Anderson
Oh, now, wait a minute.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, Jim.
Jim Anderson
Margaret.
Narrator
Not me too.
Margaret Anderson
Yes, me too.
Jim Anderson
Good grief. You sound like the third act of Uncle Tom's Cabin. What's the matter with you, Bud?
Bud Anderson
Nothing. I just feel like blowing my nose, that's all.
Jim Anderson
Well, blow it. Now get busy with the hamburgers.
Bud Anderson
Okay, dad.
Jim Anderson
How about a little food for the hungry Andersons?
Kathleen Anderson
Well, I'm starving.
Margaret Anderson
Hamburgers. It's a fine thing to serve for a Thanksgiving dinner, isn't it?
Jim Anderson
It sounds fine to me.
Kathleen Anderson
I don't care what part of the hamburger I get, as long as it's the drumstick.
Jim Anderson
Hello, girl. Kathy. Well, what are we waiting for? Let's sit down and be comfortable.
Margaret Anderson
Well, I'll take over, Bud.
Bud Anderson
I'm doing fine, Mom.
Margaret Anderson
Oh, Bud, really.
Jim Anderson
Don't argue with the chef, Margaret. Just sit down and relax.
Margaret Anderson
Well, if you insist.
Bud Anderson
Four hamburgers coming up.
Kathleen Anderson
Well, that'll take care of me. But what are they gonna eat.
Margaret Anderson
Betty?
Kathleen Anderson
Oh, you big pig.
Announcer
Margaret.
Jim Anderson
Kids, before we dig into these juicy Thanksgiving burgers, may I say something?
Kathleen Anderson
Sure, go ahead.
Jim Anderson
This has been, I think, the happiest Thanksgiving Day of my entire life. And if you don't mind, I'd like to say a special grace. O Lord, we give thee thanks from the bottom of our humble hearts for the blessings thou has seen fit to bestow upon us. We thank thee for the food that graces our table and the roof that covers our head. We thank thee for the privilege of living as free men in a country which respects our freedom, our personal rights to worship and think and speak as we choose. But most of all, dear Lord, we thank thee for making us a family. For giving us sincerity and understanding. We thank thee for giving us the most cherished gift a family may know. The gift of love for one another. Amen.
Narrator
It's morning now, and in the Anderson breakfast nook life has eased back into its accustomed groove. Thanksgiving Day is over, but the Andersons, well, they go on forever like this.
Kathleen Anderson
Why can't I wear lipstick? Claudia McHugh does, and she's only 12.
Margaret Anderson
Here's your coffee, dear.
Jim Anderson
Thank you.
Kathleen Anderson
Well?
Jim Anderson
Well, what?
Kathleen Anderson
Well, why can't I?
Jim Anderson
Because I said you couldn't. And eat your breakfast.
Kathleen Anderson
Gee whiz.
Jim Anderson
Oh, Margaret, we've got to do something about that boy. He's beginning to shake the house.
Margaret Anderson
I'll speak to him, dear.
Jim Anderson
If he can't take it easy on the stairs, don't feed him so much. One of these days he's gonna go right through.
Bud Anderson
Hiya, dad. Good morning, Mom.
Jim Anderson
Sit down. Eat your breakfast.
Margaret Anderson
Good morning, dear.
Kathleen Anderson
He didn't say anything to me.
Bud Anderson
Hiya, squirt.
Kathleen Anderson
Good morning, Father. Do you know what Bud did? He used my good cologne on his hair.
Jim Anderson
Good morning, Betty.
Bud Anderson
I used two drops.
Kathleen Anderson
You used practically the whole bottle.
Bud Anderson
I did not.
Jim Anderson
Good morning, Betty.
Kathleen Anderson
Mother, if I can have a little privacy with my own thing.
Jim Anderson
Betty.
Kathleen Anderson
What?
Jim Anderson
Good morning.
Kathleen Anderson
Good morning, Father.
Jim Anderson
That's better. Sit down. Eat your breakfast.
Kathleen Anderson
Chomping creepers.
Jim Anderson
You know, Margaret, there's one thing I'm really going to enjoy about our Thanksgiving Day dinner yesterday.
Margaret Anderson
What's that, dear?
Jim Anderson
We're probably the only family in Springfield that won't be eating leftover turkey for the next month.
Margaret Anderson
Yes, dear.
Jim Anderson
What are we going to have for dinner tonight?
Margaret Anderson
Leftover hamburgers.
Announcer
So you don't think your family will ever be hungry again. Well, you just wait till tomorrow morning. The kids will be banging their spoons for breakfast the same as ever. So be ready with steaming bowls of hot Post wheat meal and tell the youngsters it's Hop Along Cassidy's favorite hot cereal. Yes, hot post wheat meal with solid whole wheat nourishment and rich nut like flavor. That hopalong sure goes for hot post wheat meal, you'll see. You'll all agree it's the best hot cereal you ever ate.
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These days stores everywhere are featuring lower prices on Maxwell House coffee. The lowest prices in months. Bring home one of those familiar blue tins tomorrow and enjoy coffee that's always good to the last drop. Join us again next week when we'll be back with Father Knows Best starring Robert Young as Jim Anderson with Roy Bargi and the Maxwell House Orchestra and yours truly, Bill Foreman. So until next Thursday, good night and good luck from the makers of Maxwell House. Father Knows Best was transcribed in Hollywood and written by Ed James. Now stay tuned in for Dragnet which follows immediately over most of these stations.
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Exciting dragnet is next. Then we the people on NBC.
Host: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode Date: November 19, 2025 (Original Airdate: November 23, 1950)
Theme: Family, tradition, and the ups and downs of Thanksgiving in the Anderson household
On this special Thanksgiving episode, the Anderson family juggles their plans for the holiday: contests, parties, and dinners all collide in a flurry of family dynamics, sibling squabbles, and parental nostalgia. As each of the children wins or attends their own Thanksgiving event, Jim (the father) and Margaret (the mother) look forward to a rare quiet Thanksgiving alone—only to realize that what truly matters is having the family together.
The Andersons’ banter is affectionate, wholesome, and gently comedic, with playful teasing and occasional sentimentality typical of early family sitcoms. The dialogue captures the timeless push-and-pull of family life—frustration, laughter, nostalgia, and deep affection—all within an Americana Thanksgiving setting.
This classic episode gently underscores the true meaning of Thanksgiving—not about the perfect meal or event, but the love and togetherness of family, no matter how messy, noisy, or makeshift the celebration. At the Andersons’, even hamburgers make for a perfect holiday as long as they’re together.