 You are about to hear a romantic drama entitled, Unexciting, from Street and Smith's Love Story magazine, featuring the love story girl in the role of Kitts Watson. And now we bring you the story of Catherine Watson, commonly called Kitts, who has a double problem both sides of the male. One of the men is her grandfather, old Senator Watson, the racing senator they call him. It's rumored that he has won and lost several fortunes on the turf. The other side of Kitts' problem. Oh, but he comes in later. Just now we want you to meet Kitts and her grandfather, seated in the bright spring sunshine in Senator Watson's box on the terrace of the clubhouse at Tamparan. The other argument of the box is named Berg, stylist Berg, head of a big betting syndicate. Kitts and her grandfather have just won a bet on Skipjack at 10 to 1, and Berg is paying out. Senator Watson is doing a bit of gloating. Oh, nice going, Kitts. It makes us nigh under 5,000 to the good. Come time for the cup race, honey, and we'll have a right sizeable roll to back Black Rose. That's my entry, Berg. Look out for him. Yeah, that old spab and broken down hat. Let me tell you, Berg, that's one of the finest horses that ever carry the Watson color. No horse on my stable. Now, Grandad, remember your blood pressure. Mr. Berg is only trying to get even with you for winning his perfectly good money. Well, maybe there's something in that. There's 2,500. There you are, Senator. I ought to know better than to bet against you. Oh, sure. If Kitts and Skipjack won nothing, he would duly the field. A little experience is all it takes. Sure, I know. If the horse wins, you pick him. If he loses, Kitts talks you into betting against your better judge. Oh, now, Mr. Berg. Pay no attention to a money, just so, because I understand horses better than he does. Yeah, that's what you say. Well, I guess I'll be most in the line, Senator. I gotta see if they've been taking in enough at the betting windows to make up for what you've been taking away from me here. Look out for the 6th race, Berg. Me and Black Rose is going to bankrupt you. If she doesn't drop dead of old age in the meantime... Grandad, is Black Rose really any good? Best piece of horse flesh I ever own. Well, you say that about all your horses, Grandad. Seems to me 6 years is a bit antique for an entry in the gold cup race. Now, Kitts, Black Rose is in fine shape, and she's bound to win. Why, last week, when we were trying to her out... How much are you planning to bet on her, Grandad? Well, now, there it is. Did you mortgage anything? Why, Kitts, you mortify me. Don't you trust your old grandad, honey? Not when it comes to horse races. Horse racing and haberdashery. That's your weakness. Well, what's wrong with my haberdashery? Look at yourself. That brown derby, that west coast, that everlasting carnation. I don't know how Grandma ever put up with you so long. Well, she can't enjoy the excitement, God bless her. I don't know what you modern girls are made of, won't you? Think of it as security, as if that mattered. But it does. It matters a lot. Well, being married to that damn Wyatt of yours ought to be safe enough and dull enough. Of all the serious mind that can serve a straight leash young... Who says I'm marrying them? Lance Siegs. Don't tell me you're thinking of throwing him over after all the time you've spent on the boy? Well, no. At least I don't know, you see. He hasn't asked me yet. Hasn't asked you? Jumping Geosophant? That's a fine kettle of fish. Wait till I see him. I'll find out whether he's got honorable intention or not. Then calm yourself, Grandad. Dan's intentions are honorable enough. The true honorable, I sometimes think. He's got some crazy idea that a man shouldn't marry until he gets $10,000 in the bank. Well, of all the time, fooling... That's what I've told him, practically. Well, I'm not sure I want to marry him, even if he did propose. Well, of all the... Here you are, eating your heart out, because he do propose, and still an all-not-known, if you want him, when he does. Well, it's just that Dan is a natural born disapprover. He disapproves of horse racing and women smoking and dancing the rumba and moon-like rides. He's a dog-gone solemn about life. If only just once he'd wear a red necktie and bright green socks, or do something really exciting. Well, well, speaking of the devil, here comes your rocket, Gibraltar. Hello, kids. Afternoon, Senator. Well, well, Dan, I suppose you turned up to watch Black Rose win the cup. Well, no, as a matter of fact, I came because there's something important I want to ask, kids. Me? Uh-huh. You remember that real estate deal I was talking to you about last week, kid? Yes, I guess so. Who wants to hear about real estate deal at a time like this? Better be thinking how much you're going to lay on Black Rose. Now, thanks, Senator, but I don't bet on race horse. No pity, Black Rose is your thing. About that real estate deal, kids. I closed it this morning. I got a nice share of the profits. That's fine. You'd better put it on Black Rose, Dan. It amounts to $10,000, and I thought a few, if we owe. You know how I feel about you, kid. You can still get good odds on Black Rose if you hurry. Granddad, will you stop interrupting? Now go on, Dan. You were saying you've got $10,000. $10,000, exactly. I've got it right with me. Here, look. A certified check for $10,000. Oh, my, my. That's real pretty. I'll tell you what I'll do, Dan. I'll let you and me step inside, have a mint jeweller to celebrate. But I came to ask, kid. That's all right, kids. I'll keep, and I've got a proposition. A very important proposition. Now, Granddad. It'll be all right, kids. We won't be going long. At least we're not long enough to miss the sixth race. You just said, right here, kids. Keep your eye on the board and see what odds we're getting on Black Rose. Well, what's the matter, miss? Kids, you look kind of worried. Oh, it's Granddad again, Mr. Burke. He's up to some, Miss, if I can tell by the glint in his eye. I haven't lived with him all these years without knowing that means trouble for somebody. Will you excuse me? I'd better go inside before he talks Dan out of his gold fillet. Nothing like a means you lift on a hot day, Dan. And do you know why I brought you in here? Well, that is no, I can't say that I do. I need cash, Dan, and I need it quick. A $10,000 check of yours would be a godsend, son, if you'd let me have it. Oh, yes, but I wanted that for kids, for our home. Dan, you saw that tall Black hair fellow that nodded me as I came in. Yes? Well, that's Creel, the track secretary. He says Black Rose can't run and she'll be scratched, Dan, unless I can show a clear title to her. Well, I thought you owned her. Oh, I bought the mirror, all right, but I gave a demand note for her for $8,000. Well, I've been sort of strapped lately, Dan. You see, I figured I'd pay off the $8,000 with the purse, and my winnings on the Tanforan Cupries this afternoon. Great scott, you mean you... Yeah, that part was all right, son. Black Rose is a sure thing only. Well, some shark has bought the demand note from the owner, and he's demanding... You mean he wants you to pay up at once? Yeah, that's about the size of it. And Creel says the horse can't run if you don't take up the note? That's the situation in a nutshell. If I don't get that $8,000, I lose the race and the horse, too. Oh, she's a mighty pretty little mare, Black Rose. How about it, Dan? I'm sorry, Senator, but I really can't. It isn't that I couldn't raise the cash somewhere else, Dan. A burg would give it to me in a second. I'll take it, too, only the interest is kind of high. Interest? Uh-huh. Burgs interested in kits. And you know kits, Dan. What's she got to do with it? Well, just suppose in Black Rose there's a fall down, a loo, or something, and not that she will, mind. Kits is just loyal enough to get herself hooked up to a burg, just to protect me. But, well, I guess there's no other way out. Oh, yes, there is. Here's the check. Send me a fountain pen. All right. Certified so you won't have any difficulty cashing it. Thanks. And don't you worry, son. Black Rose is sure to win. See you later. I got to go up now and seek real. Don't bother me now, honey. I got to go cash a check. Yes, but that's Dan's check. Yeah. A nice boy, Dan. I just sold him Black Rose for $8,000. $8,000? Yeah. He thought you might like to have her for a wedding present. Oh, he didn't think anything of the kind. Just what have you got? Well, I kind of thought Dan would have more fun out of watching the big race if he had a personal interest in it. So I told him Black Rose was mortgage for $8,000, and I'd lose her if I didn't pay off before the race. But that's not true. Well, what of it? You've been yelling for that boy to do something exciting, something rash. Well, this is it. Well, come on, Miss Kits. I want to make a bet. I've got $200 of my own. Now, Miss Kits, you're not going to put it on Black Rose. She hasn't got a chance. I know it. Oh, I know it. And grandfather's gone crazy and bet all of Dan's money on it. And I have to make it up to him somehow. Well, now, let's see. There's Dream Girl. She's the favorite at 3 to 1. No, the odds aren't long enough. I want a long shot. I know it probably won't win, but it's for one chance. Well, there's Black Rose at 23 to 1, but you don't want that. No. Then there's Blazer at 40 to 1. Blazer, that'll do. I can't waste any more time. They'll line up the horses up at the barrier. Yeah, but Blazer's a rank outside. Is Blazer or nothing? Here's my $200 on Blazer to win. Ladies and gentlemen, the sixth race for the world-famous 10-for-an-goal cup over a corner. Oh, there goes a lot. Because the race is about to start. I've got to get back to the box before granddad misses me. Well, good luck, Miss Kitt. Thanks, son. Dream Girl is out of line. But she's back in position now. Now it's Sticky Bird who's acting up. But he comes back quietly. The red line will get us to start any second now. They're up! Dream Girl, the favorite, gets the early foot. She's running smoothly and easily. Dream Girl leads the pack to the turn. Blazer coming up fast and on the outside. The reddish-brown coat, gleaming in the sun. Yep, there goes that chest up to the front. Dream Girl is trailing. Sticky Bird and Black Rose are bunched for the pack. Now Black Rose is pocketed in against the rail. She's losing ground, losing it fast. Blazer's out ahead, eating up the track and long, swinging strides. Dream Girl moving up. Black Rose swings away from the rail. She wings up and the firm putting on the crown. Boy, is she stepping. They go to the back stretch. Black Rose has gained. She's got the heart of her racing ancestor. But it's no use, I'm afraid. She's still pre-laced behind. It's a magnificent race though. And now they're making the far turn. Dream Girl leading. Blazer's a close second. They straighten out into the stretch. Blazer leading at the rail. Dream Girl and Black Rose running abreast. Two lengths behind. Black Rose surges forward. Here she comes. She closes in on Blazer. Blazer tries to put on steam but got nothing more to give. Black Rose launches up to Blazer's neck, up to his nose, their neck and neck. Black Rose, she twirls. She's staggering. She's up again though. Race is both attendant. Blazer's jockey's turned his head. He's delayed his horse. Black Rose feels herself forward on three legs and she's crossed the wire. Black Rose wins by a lip. Wait, wait a minute, folks. Something's wrong with her. Black Rose swerves to one side. She goes down in a rolling cloud of dust. Looks like a broken leg. The jockey's been thrown clear. He picks himself up, runs back to the flowering mare. She's on her feet again. She's on her feet. She's limping to the winner's circle. Hooray! Hooray for Black Rose. She's the winner of the 10 for Ann Cuff. Oh, is she gonna be all right? What does the bet say? Will she be all right, kids? And no permanent injury. Well, I'm afraid she'll never be able to race again. Good. I'd never lived through another one like this. Yeah, you did get kind of excited, didn't you? Naturally I was excited. That horse represented my chances of marrying you. But she won. You bet she did. And I'm taking no more chances. You're marrying me, young woman, as soon as I get my winnings in the bank. I suppose I haven't anything to say in the matter. Not a doggone thing. Dan. Oh, what? I'm afraid we'll have to take Grandad along. On our honeymoon? We'll think of a trouble he'd get into if we didn't. Okay, honeymoon for three. When we get back, we'll buy a ranch from the senator can raise horses. Range, sure. Stock farm. Black Rose at Brunea. I intend to raise the finest racing celebrities in the world. Now, Grandad. Leave him alone, kids. I'm the one that needs attention. How about a kiss? No, but Dan, think of the stableboys and Grandad. The heck with all of them? You know, there's only one hobby that mighty seriously competes with my interests in horses. What's that, Senator? Babybuggies. All which is have kind of a weakness for babybuggies. Oh, you men, you're incorrigible. Both of you. You have been listening to a romance featuring the Love Story Girl and presented with the permission of Street and Smith, publishers of Love Story Magazine. Listen for the Love Story Girl in a new romance next week.