This episode stands out for several reasons. Apart from the first appearance of Freddie Filmore, there is that great scene with Harold, beautifully played as an aristocratic bum by John Emery.
But what I really liked are the many examples of "I Love Lucy" logic, holes in the plot that you can drive a truck through, but that you tend to ignore in the fun of it all. What a peculiar radio show Freddie Filmore has, one that resorts to so much visual humour. How can radio listeners fully enjoy Lucy being spritzed in the face? Last week's badly injured contestant merely mumbles some unintelligible words. The biggest absurdity is Lucy's task which completely takes place off the air. Who is to enjoy Lucy's dilemma? Let's not even mention the fact that all she had to do was inform Ricky in advance and let him play along. That would have been the easiest 1,000 dollars they could have made.