CBS says no. Tommy says yes. Dickie sighs. CBS says bad taste. Tommy, popping another ulcer pill into his mouth, says O.K., we quit. Dickie yawns elaborately. CBS says O.K., O.K., you can say, "Good night all you draft dodgers in Canada. We'll probably be seeing you next November," but no fair using that line "Go fa la la yourself."
So it goes each week at Los Angeles' Television City, as the Smothers brothers do battle with the men from CBS's program-practices department—otherwise known as the censors. Ever since the brothers started...
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