Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm

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# Happy ending #

# With all our troubles behind #

#Happy ending #

# That's what

we're trying to find #

# Why didn't Cinderella waver #

# What made her braver #

# She knew the prince

would come and save her #

# Happy ending #

# The best of wonderful times #

# Always ending #

# Just like in nursery rhymes #

# May each thing you pray for #

# Bring you joy and laughter #

# Ever after #

# Happy ending to you all ##

And now for a very important

announcement.

Wednesday night at 8:00

over the Federal Broadcasting

Company's coast-to-coast network...

the Crackly Grain Flakes Company bring you

something new in entertainment...

tomorrow's sensation of the airwaves,

Little Miss America.

# You got to eat your spinach, baby #

# That's the proper thing to do #

# It will keep you

kind of healthy too #

# And what it did for Popeye

it will do for you #

# You got to eat your spinach #

Kent, our program

starts next week...

and you haven't found me

a Little Miss America yet.

I'm beginning to lose faith

in the whole idea.

- Mr. Bartlett, if you'll just be patient...

- Patient? Patient?

Look. Look.

All this advertising.

What I can't understand

is how you had the colossal nerve...

to spread publicity

from coast to coast...

before you found

the right child for the program.

Wait a minute.

You turned down some talented kids...

and some of them were

very successful radio entertainers.

That's just what

was wrong with them.

They weren't what the program

calls for, and you know it.

If this thing blows up after it's been

announced all over the country...

it'll be an irreparable blow to

the prestige of Crackly Grain Flakes...

and, Kent, I won't have it!

Take your hands off my child.

I will if she'll take

her teeth out of my hand.

- You worm. I'll have

the Humane Society up here.

- Let go. Ooh!

Say, what do you got in that bag?

I carry it for luck.

Glad you took the horse off it.

Quiet!

Quiet!

Quiet! Now, listen!

Listen!

Now, listen, please! Quiet, ladies!

You'll have to wait your turn:

You sure you got

the song right?

Yew, Uncle Harry,

but I'm awfully hungry.

Shh. Not so loud. We'll be eating regular

soon as I hand these guys the old one-two.

You better not, Uncle Harry.

The last time you gave the old one-two,

you came home with a black eye.

That was a crooked game,

and can prove it.

Well, honey, when do we

start broadcasting?

It's my guess

you've never stopped.

Don't be that way, sweetheart.

Isn't this the place

that advertised for a kid?

I have here the most sensational,

the most extraordinary and thrilling...

So you're another one of those.

I'm afraid you're too late.

Harry Kipper is never too late.

All right, hotshot. Have it your own way.

Child's name and address.

Rebecca Winstead,

950 10th Avenue.

- Where's the man in charge?

- That door.

Thanks, sister.

I'll be seeing you oh the way out.

I can't wait.

You'll have to excuse him.

I've told him not to act that way.

Oh, that's all right.

I'm used to it.

- Would you like some candy?

- Thank you.

We'd really get further in our act

if he wouldn't talk so much.

- Is he in the act with you?

- No, I'm the act. He's my manager.

I bet you'd make a better manager

than your father.

Uncle Harry's not my father.

He's my stepfather.

I've been taking care of him

ever since Mother died.

- Oh, you poor child.

- I'm not a poor child.

- You know, I'm very self-reliant.

- You are?

Yes. My mother told me

to always be that way.

Well, Kent, what are

we waiting for now?

I'll see what's holding them up.

Orville, let's go.

Okay, chief.

What are you going to sing, little girl?

Frorabelle will now sing

"You Got to Eat Your Spinach, Baby."

Do they all have to

sing that song?

Give it to them, Florabelle.

- Now, honey.

- # You got to eat your spinach, baby #

# That's the only thing to do #

Come on.

Snap in to it, sweetheart.

Snap in to it.

#You got to eat your spinach#

"Baby," isn't it?

It's "baby," isn't it? Yes, "baby."

Come on, honey.

You can do better than that. Now-

Mike fright, eh? I know just

how you feel. It happened to me once.

- What's she doing that for?

- Stage fright. She can't help it.

What's stage fright?

Well, it's, um-

It's something you'll never get.

- Why?

- Because I trained you. That's why.

You're a trouper.

That kid's just an amateur.

Stop it. Stop it. You're killing me.

If it wasn't for setting

a bad example for Florabelle...

I'd pin your ears back.

Come on, doll.

I have here the most sensational,

most extraordinary and thrilling-

Say, do you get stage fright?

- No, I'm a trouper.

- Have you got adenoids?

No, but I'll get some

if you want them.

Okay. You're next.

Play it good, professor.

Your search is over, son.

If I do say so myself,

this child is the most, uh-

Clever child. Clever child.

All right. Go to it.

#What is all this dizzy

busy hustling for#

#People running helter-skelter

on their way#

# What is all this hazy

crazy bustling for #

# No time to notice

it's a sunny day #

# Why don't you take

a vacation #

# Looks like you've got to

have relaxation #

# Aw, come on, forget

your troubles for a while #

# Why don't you try to

feel like I do #

# If I had one wish to make #

#This is the wish I would choose #

That's great!

Just what I've been looking for

No need to look further.

She's perfect.

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