Gracie Allen Reporting
Hollywood, California –
There’s been so much talk about the post-war inventions we’re going to enjoy that I’ve written a little poem about them called, “A Day in Post-War America.” Here it is:
The plastic alarm in its plastic shell
Gently tinkles its plastic bell;
And in plastic rooms we papas and mamas
Leap out of bed in our plastic pajamas.The television set by the plastic tub,
Shows us what’s going on as we scrub.
A twist of the dial and there big as life
Is young Dr. Malone with John’s other wife.As usual the husband is late for the mill
So you fix him his juice and vitamin pill,
Get a goodbye kiss as he gulps the emulsion,
Then he leaves for the office by jet propulsion.And then while we simply relax ecstatically
Gadgets do all of our work automatically.
Yes, there’ll be great inventions and we’d like to try ‘em
If some gent will invent the money to buy ‘em.