 From Hollywood, the Hollywood Lady of Theater. Ladies and gentlemen, Captain Grayson in Brown for Marriage. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving Cummings. Reaching from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen, tonight's Playgrounds for Marriage provides us with perfect grounds for some charming comedy, romance, and music. As we see a beautiful upper star to recapture her husband and recreating their original roles in this metro go when they're screened in Delight, are two stars who can always be counted on for sparking performances, Catherine Grayson and Van Johnson. Now the curtain rises on grounds for marriage, starring Van Johnson as Dr. Lee Bartlett and Catherine Grayson as Ina Massime with Stephen Dunn as Chris. A few hours ago, a young and beautiful singer arrived in New York after two years of Europe and South America, two years during which she's acquired fame and lost her husband. Her face caller is Mr. Herbert Delacorte, manager of the opera company. Oh, hello, my dear. Now that you've told me all about South America, what about this apartment? Do you like it? Oh, I think it's beautiful, darling, and thank you for all your trouble. But am I this rich? Two weeks from today, you sing in a tear de l'amour, and no more worth it. Oh, darling. Now, now, now. No need for emotion. We need you, and thank goodness you need us. Have you spoken with your ex-husband? No, what makes you think of him? Oh, nothing special unless there's his picture there on the mantel. When I got your things out of storage, I didn't know I was resurrecting Dr. Bartlett. Your words? I know. You don't mean as a chance of your getting together again. Well, just between us, darling. I thought they were, so I found him in the airport. He hung up on me. Lincoln Bartlett is an idiot. The patients don't think they're so... I understand he's doing rather well. Any man who lets you get away from him belongs in a... Oh. Oh, huh. The speaking of Dr. reminds me that I have to get a soloist for the Dr. Symphony. Dr. Symphony? Oh, yes. They're rather good, you know, talented musicians, as well as doctors. They give a concert every year, and naturally, they pass me for the vocal artist. When is it, darling? Saturday night. They're rehearsing tomorrow night at the hospital. Oh, I'm sure that Frieda Melbourne would be glad to help them out. Is it anything I told you? Oh, of course not. Only, well, it's that ex-husband of yours. He's their old ballplayer. Oh, really? Well, I'd like that, darling. I want me to know I played good. Tomorrow night? Seven o'clock? Five. I'll pick you up on that. He's not looking at me like that. I know exactly what I'll do. Thank you. Let us hope we get through it as well on Saturday night. Now, if you'd like to take a few moments, we'll wait for our soloist to arrive. Well, Agnes, do you like it? Oh, we learned that we saw Charming. But you didn't tell me you had a solo. You just don't realize what a talented guy you're going to marry. For instance, I'm... Nick, what is it? Oh, what a lovely surprise. Uh, surprise, yes. I know, this is Agnes Young, my fiancé. Agnes is the designer of my scene, my wife. I need my ex-wife. Me, too? How do you do? Congratulations, I didn't know. But what are you doing here, Linton? Don't tell me you're part of the orchestra. Oh, well, I'm just... He's one of the elbowists. You'll find, huh? Why don't you give up this horrible conceit that you're a musician and just get to looking down to people's throat? The years haven't changed here. And I have the honor that I wish they had. Yes, well, I'd like you to meet our conductor. A doctor, I'd like you to meet Miss Mercien. Miss Mercien is a very kind of you to help us out. Doctor, gentlemen, Miss Aina Mercien. Thank you, thank you very much. I hope we have a wonderful evening. We have had to excuse our second trombone and the flute player, Miss Mercien, both of the tritons. But they have promised me safely on the night of the concert, no baby. And now, if you are ready... Of course. ...the gentlemen, siempre libera. Sambla sovieta. Miss, what's the matter with you? Matter? The hospital said my brother called an emergency to get over here right away. But all I said was for you to get in touch with me. Well, maybe I did stay right away at that. It's this new number, Laint. Just came in from the factory. Now, it's my brother, an eminent authority. I wanted your reaction. Toy ambulance? You call me from the hospital, ask about a toy? Well, you weren't operating, were you? I was rehearsing. Do they rehearse for operation? Ah, very funny. The doctor's symphony. Oh, yeah, yeah, you sent me the tickets. I gave them to my secretary. Oh, Ina's not gonna like that. She's the soloist. Now, look about this toy ambulance. The fact you said we... Ina? You say Ina? When did she get back? How is she? How does she look? Well, she looks like she might be a bit of a problem. All right, she met Agnes. They met each other. You know, you never did know how to handle Ina, you know. Oh, and I suppose you did. Well, if I may say so. Yes. Yes, I did. Now, look about my ambulance here. Well, Agnes is waiting for me, Chris. I sent her home in a cab. I promised to drop by and say good night. I'm sorry, Laint. Maybe I shouldn't have called you just for this. But try to remember it was the Bartlett toy company that put you through medical school. Well, I'll send it over to the clinic tomorrow. I'll have the ambulance staff. Look it over. Tell Agnes I'm sorry I broke up for eating. Oh, she'll forgive you. Wonderful girl, Agnes. She's had great training being a doctor's daughter. What did she say about Ina? Nothing at all. What did you expect her to say? Oh, now, look. I just said that I think she's a very understanding girl. We'll bet she is. And if you think for one moment that Ina's coming home is going to make the slightest wish me luck, will you? Go and get out of here. Don't you touch me? Don't you dare touch me. I was never in love with Ina. It was one of those kid things. You were crazy about her. You must have been. Oh. Well, how do you think I see her? Agnes, we're acting awfully childish. This is pretty silly now, is it? What do you think? Just that I happen to be in love with you. And meeting her tonight, well, she's a very beautiful girl. And it's pretty clear she's got designs on you. Oh, why? How can you even imagine that I... Oh, right. Let's forget it. Now, what was wrong with Chris? Oh, emergency in a toy department. Is that all? And for that, he had to miss Madam Rogel's machine gun call? Or should I say Madam Boston? Uh, uh, uh... I just can't get you to the idea of your having been married. Well, neither can I. There was different when she was away. You know I adore you, don't you, Agnes? Are you sure, darling? We've been engaged in all too long time. Well, let's break our engagement and get married, huh? How about November? November 1st? Oh, very about. Uh, we don't have to invite her, do we? Oh, look, Agnes, if you're as worried as all that, I'll even get someone else to play in the orchestra the Saturday night. I'll never even see her again, okay? Oh, Link, that's wonderful. How wonderful. Tell me, darling, let me see you. Whoa! Fine, I'm expecting Agnes and Chris for cocktails. In your bathrobe? I just got out of the shower. Well, then you'd better get dressed, haven't you? Ha-ha, that's your Q&A. Give me those shorts. Polka dots, shorts. Oh, look, don't just think you've done enough damage the other night. You mean, Agnes doesn't like me? Oh, but she's much too mature to be bad. Now, listen, Anna, don't try to start anything, see? Oh, what are you doing here anyway? Well, you weren't at the concert the other night, and I wondered what had happened to you. Nope, that's a lie. I'm here because I can't get this silly face out of my mouth. Oh, please, would I kind of talk? What's the wrong about my coming here anyway? I know, I'm an engaged man. Well, I'd rather break up an engagement than a home. The only thing you're gonna break is your neck when I caught you out of here. Where are you going tonight? Having dinner with Dr. Young. Oh, her father's a doctor, too. Are you giving only the best nose and throat in town, and yours truly happens to be his assistant? Had you slipped so low that you're marrying the boss's daughter? For your information, Dr. Young selected me from 50 candidates on the basis of my record and my personality. I didn't even know he had a daughter. How long did it take you to find out? Well, it wasn't love at first sight the way it was with you. You can say that again. This is solid. Agnes understands me, and we never fight. Sounds dull. Dull, huh? He's gonna make a wonderful doctor's wife. So would I. You had your chance. You proved that opera and operation just couldn't mix. Well, people can change, can't they? Oh, change. Not you, baby. You haven't changed, except it looks concise, since the day you were born. Yeah, welcome. It's a good thing we called it quits when we did. Oh, you're just saying that because seeing is done something for you. Goodbye, Anna. Oh, I'm sorry, since didn't work out better for a second. I know now that what we had was a real thing. You think it was all my fault, don't you, darling? What does it matter? You're gonna be a great opera star. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? Oh, only I hadn't been so young when we were young. You so unsophisticated. Unsophisticated? I'd call it sensible. Well, that's a nasty thing for you to say. You make it sound as though you kicked me out. Well, that's just what I'm doing now, sister. If you think you're getting rid of me, then really, you're crazy. This is the sanest I've dealt all day. And I know why you're so mad about Agnes, because he's just a pale imitation of me. Pale imitation? Well, for one thing, she doesn't try to push me around all the time. You were born to be dominated late? Oh, I was. Yes, you're a real handpack, and the sooner you realize it and give in, the better everyone else will be. Okay, now do me just one more favor, will you, pal? Don't try to louse me up. You're a louser already, pal. Look. Well, well, this is the right apartment, isn't it? Oh, Chris. Agnes. Hello, darling. Greetings, brother-in-law. I know how wonderful you look. Really? Well, I was just leaving, Chris. Only I did want to see my former relative again. Still envisaged to make little boys and girls happy? Uh-huh. And big girls, too. Yeah, sure. Well, make me happy and come to hear me and Lucie and Annamo, will you? I will re-perform. Oh, Annamo girl. You too, late darling. Oh, well. Thank you so much, Mrs. Seen, but we're dropping up the father's place in the country for the weekend. That's right. What day is it, sir? Day deal. A week from Saturday? What a shame. That's the weekend. You're both so sweet. Well, goodbye, Chris, darling. Goodbye, gorgeous. Well? Well, uh, let's go and think of something funny to say. Yes. It better be good. Aina, Aina, what is it? Oh, not really. It's nothing. I'm sure it's not. Oh, but your maid called me to rush right here to your dressing room. She said you have a sore throat. Well, it does feel peculiar. Oh, but Aina, you're giving a performance tonight. Your debut. I'll be all right. I just thought if you could recommend a good dog meal. I'm sure she sprayed my soda so well. Oh, I'll get him right away immediately now. Now lie down, Aina, darling. Just lie down and rest. Well, but, but, stop the young on the telephone and have freedom. I'll just stand by and think of something funny. I think how nice of you to drop in. You? Well, all I said was it was. And all Delacorte said was to rush the dressing room E. I was called here to see a patient. This is a pretty cheap gag just to get me down here. No, just a minute. My throat felt peculiar and Deli sent for a doctor. How you made it, I'll never know. I told you I was Dr. Young's assistant, didn't I? Oh, really? That perfect girl's father? Deli said for him? We'll get him over here right away. He's gone to the country for the weekend and I'm on my way to join him and that perfect girl if you'll just stop your clowning. You're the clown? I'm facing a debut performance with the biggest test of my life and suddenly my throat starts to hurt enough. I want someone besides a horse doctor to look at him. Oh, sit down, Aina. Open your mouth. Don't bother. I'm sorry I started arguing with you just before curtain time. You nervous? Why should I feel nervous? There are only 2,600 people in that audience and every critic in New York waiting to tear me apart. I feel fine. Sit down, Aina. Let's have a look at that throat. Or don't you know? Frankly, I don't know. You spent 20 minutes staring down my throat and you don't even know? Look, Aina, when you were in South America, were you ever in a jungle or on a grain plantation? I don't remember. What's that got to do with you? Did you ever catch a cold down there? Oh, yes, but there's nothing serious. What are you getting at? Glastomycosis. Oh, it's something so medical, huh? It's a tropical disease, quite common in South America, but I can't be certain without a bronchoscopic. Meanwhile, you go home and get some rest and don't use your voice. I'll see you on Monday. Oh, Aina, don't use your voice. That kid is going up out there in half an hour. If you try to sing tonight, you stand a very good chance of injuring your vocal cords permanently. You're just out of your mind, that's all. So what's your debut? Is it worth the entire career that you've been building up to all your life? Well, if I don't go on, I won't have a career. Now, you get out of here. Okay, but be sure to tell Mr. Delacorte what I've told you. Miss Aina? Yes, fellow? Or should I find Mr. Delacorte for you, Miss? Yes, tell him to stop worrying. My shirt's all right. Your advice, Miss Aina, Miss Tune went on in the tradition of all good troopers and sang like an angel. Oh, I can top that one, Miss Aina. Here's a morning globes. Aina Miss Tune established herself as the brightest star in the opera's expanding firmament. And here's another item here, Miss Aina. It's the Bob Doctor Barcliffe. He let me get a presage. Why? Did he make another bad diagnosis? I can't tell yet, Miss. He sure looked good to me. Let me see that. Miss Agnes Jones, social favorite, to wed Dr. Lincoln Barcliffe. So then the trust has been announced to date the state of his wedding. How dare you to do this to me? That's right. I'm going to see them soon. Miss Aina, what is it? He said I wasn't a good wife. He said it was all my fault. But it wasn't, Stella. It wasn't. Well, I'll tell you, Miss Aina. Look at him. Look at that picture of him. That silly, hymn-pecked face. No. I don't want to look at it. Take it down, Stella. Well, Miss Aina, you hear her? Take it down. That miserable idiot. Miss Aina, what's the matter? You're moving your mouth and mouth is coming out. Your voice. You can't even talk? Oh, Miss Aina, what do we do? What do we do? In just a moment, we will continue with act two of the Hollywood Radio Theater. Make a friend and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. A group of people in Seattle, Washington thought about it and did something about it. The owners of a large knitting mill there discovered that they had an overstock of yarns and pieces of material which they couldn't use. Well, day after day, they heard on their radios and read in the newspapers how badly Koreans needed warm clothing to survive the freezing winter. So all they decided to do something about it. They got together with their employees and worked out a plan. Although the factory ordinarily closed at 4 p.m., the employees volunteered to work overtime without pay several evenings a week to make up the excess material and yarn into sweaters, especially small ones for children. The result? Within a short time, 150 sweaters plus other gifts from the workers at the mill were on their way via the Marine Air Force to be distributed to the Koreans who need them the most. Those Seattle folks have found great satisfaction in their unselfish work and they discovered that by helping others, you help your country. Now here's what the Cummings are producing. Act two of Grounds for Marriage starring Katherine Grayson-Designer and Van Johnson as link. A few frantic hours have passed. Designer lost the voice. Mr. Bellicord of the Opera has sent for Dr. Young who's dashed in from the country with his reluctant assistance and prospective son-in-law, Link Bossett. Now in the consultation room of the hospital. Where is Designer? What have you done with her? There is no need of her staying here at the hospital, Mr. Bellicord. She'd be more comfortable at home. But what about her voice? That's a good question. Well, Link, I imagine you know this girl better than we do, Jenny. Is she flighty, temperamental, emotionally unstable, you know what I mean? All I want to know is what, since Link, is it possible she might have had a quarrel with someone? I mean, someone important in her life. What are you after, Dr. Young? Anything that will help us diagnose her difficulty. You see, I was hunched. Functional Afonia. You, you find no evidence of blast in my coast? None whatsoever. Looks like I was a little hasty as to stay with my diagnosis. Functional Afonia. Now what's that? Well, Afonia, a loss of voice, may be a diagnosis with no known cause. I just found a nervous shock may produce it. Nervous shock? Yeah. Well, according to her maid, I no lost her voice while she was reading her brilliant notices in the newspaper. And at that very moment, she saw the announcement of your coming marriage to his daughter. Well, I see. Now we're getting somewhere. This is an emotional shock of some sort. Nothing unusual, but unfortunate that it should affect her voice. But when does she sing again? Well, functional Afonia is unpredictable. It's also outside my field of medicine. My advice is that she gets the best psychoanalyst available. Well, as I say, young Meyer. Young Meyer? Yes. I'll try to find him right now. Oh, and thank you, gentlemen. Thanks for your help. Well, ain't that fair, Larry? Dr. Young, when a patient is being psychoanalyzed, he lies on a couch, relaxes, and talks. Well, how does a girl talk who's just lost her voice? Ah, yeah, I see what you mean. Well, I'm no analyst, but it seems to me that she hasn't faced the reality of the breakup of her marriage. Am I right, Lincoln? Yes, doctor. The very fact that the man who was once her husband could reconstruct his life more happily without her. Well, that's upset her to the point where she imagines herself to be in love with him all over again. But it's clearly her imagination, doctor, believe me. Well, she's still young and very attractive, and she'll find a new interest. And when her emotional security is restored, her voice will recur. Just like that. And meanwhile, tell Delacorte to forget Jung Mayer. I better phone Agnes, hadn't I, doctor? No, good. Tell her we'll be back to the country in time for dinner. Oh, as long as we're in town, doctor, would you mind if I stopped off and saw my brother? Go right ahead, my boy. Go right ahead. Well, what's on your mind, Lincoln? I've got a problem, Chris. A bad problem. Yeah, so if I have a siren on the new ambulance, it won't work. It's Ina. She hasn't got blessed to my courses. Well, certainly glad to hear that. It's a functional phonia, no organic basis, but with deep psychological undertones. In other words, she can't talk. Oh, why can't she talk? Because she's still in love with me, that's why. Well, this is the greatest piece of big-headedness I ever heard of. Well, if you don't understand, well, Ina saw that the date for my wedding was set. She just couldn't take it. She plunged into emotional insecurity. Well, it's very interesting. If true, subconsciously, she can't face life without me. Lincoln, are you figuring to tell me that you, you are going to restore Ina's emotional security by romancing it? Well, yes, baby. Oh, no, no, no, boy, no, no. I couldn't let you do it. Agnes, your career. Ina's my wife, Chris. My ex-wife. I've got a door I can to help her. I just can't trust her luck any time. Maybe I can help you more than you think. Oh, well, if the three of us were to go out together, no one could object to that. You mean gossip? That's right. I just think it's either me. It'll work like a dream, Link. We set up a treason first, and then little by little, you won't be able to make it, you see? Emergency, that sort of thing, you know. And if it's emotional security that Ina wants, I think I can handle her case very well indeed. Well, now I'm getting worried. Well, okay, let's give it a 30-day free trial. Ah, now this is what I call living. See, Ina, once we get away from my half-wit brothers, things happen. Like what? Oh, there you go, trying to talk again. Now, look, you've had strict orders not to even try to talk, unless your voice comes back to you naturally. Maybe it means, okay, sir. Ah, come on, let's just sit down and hold hands, huh? If there's anything you'd like to tell me, be a good girl and use the pencil and paper, huh? Pencil? Oh, yeah, here. Now, let's see, what's on your mind? Where is Link? Yeah. Who cares? I guess he must have been delayed again. It's been three nights in a room now, you know. Maybe his practice is growing. What are you writing now? I want Link. But I do. Oh, But Ina, you're a travel-sophisticated girl, a glamorous star. What are you booting about a little boy like Link for? What is it? Oh, don't be ridiculous. Santa Juan, he's out swabbing somebody's throat. Now, look, let me tell you about Link's brother, huh? There's a very interesting character. In the first place, he's been crazy about you ever since the first... Just you and I, I guess. Oh, it's so good to be with him. I hope that after we're married, you'll be around more often. That's why I plan to quiet even at home. Or is it too quiet then? No, I was just wondering where your father was. Oh, out in the town with some of these old cronies. He's still a bit of tough week. But this is only Wednesday. Is that all? And don't forget about Friday, darling. Friday? Link, my Friday morning club. You problem. Wagnus, you know how I hate to lecture. Well, you'd better be there, dear. My girlfriend has started grueling as it is about Chris and I now. I can't believe it. Why not? Well, for one thing, she can't talk. What do they do all evening? Chris talks. And what are you going to talk about, darling, on Friday morning? Oh, I wish I knew. Come on and give me some ideas. So, all in all, I'm forced to admit that I'm quite a fellow. All of which leads me to... Oh, no, now what are you writing down? Don't you realize I am proposing? Please find Link. Oh, you know, that's an awful rush you're in. Okay, just wait here, honey, while I trouble you. Well, I told you that. Told you I reached him. Didn't you believe me? Why do you keep pitching for him? I'll never know. You've been burned once. Sorry, I'm late. My appointment kept me long, and I saw it. Oh, well, consoles will be consoles. Oh, wasn't that noise you said when I phoned? Well, whatever, now that you're here. What's the matter with you? Drunk or something? I'm talking, Brian. I know lost your voice, remember? Oh, well, thank you for being so understanding, Ina, dear. Why don't we dance? Would you, Ina? Hey, what am I saying? Come back here, come back! Agnes, well, this is wonderful. Yeah, with a beautiful suit. Thank you. What are you doing downtown so early in the morning? I'm taking you to your lecture, remember? Oh, the Friday morning club, of course, of course. Oh, I'll be right with you, dear. Sure is a beautiful suit. You've already said that. Oh, did I? Yes, I guess I did. Darling, remember when you over at the house on Wednesday night, and then you had to leave at phone call that emergency case? Oh, yes, dear, of course. And remember when you asked about father, and I said he was out with some old crony? Father saw you, darling, in a nightclub. Oh, he did? Yes, dear. He saw you with your brother and Ina machines. That's not nice, Ina. Ina's my patient, Agnes. He needs help. You're a nose and throat specialist, but apparently your entire treatment consisted of a rather showy rhombus. I couldn't help myself. You see, Chris had brought Ina there and then... And then last night, did Chris bring her to that pacing Greenwich Village, too? Marjorie didn't see Chris. He only saw you, you and your ex-wife. Who's Marjorie? Just a friend of mine, dear. He couldn't wait to phone me this morning. He said he was sure it didn't mean anything, but you seem to be having such a good time, you and Ina. Agnes, I'm sorry, darling, but if I say anything more about it, it's just got to involve my patient. You bet it will. Knowing the way your father feels about the ethics of medicine, surely you must understand that what I've already told you is too much. Oh, why couldn't I fall in love with a hairdresser? They tell everything. Agnes, can't we have a little more faith in each other? All right, Link. You're forgiven, I suppose. Now, let's get over to my trouble. In addition to being a rather well-known nose and throat specialist, our speaker also happens to be my fiance. And this morning, he found time to tell us all about the common cold, why we get it, and what not to do about it. Dr. Lincoln-Barton. Ladies and... Ladies! I want to talk to you this morning about a new field of medicine and its relation to the common cold. And there was nothing so common as the common cold. Oh, dear, please excuse me, doctor. Yes? Yes, and, basically, it's bothering you, isn't it? Let me have it turned off. Oh, no, it's fine. Thank you, it's all right. Now, you've all heard the word psychosomatic. It's from the Greek psych, meaning life, soul, and somato, meaning body. Thus, psychosomatic medicine deals with bodily disorders, which are induced by mental or emotional disturbances. For example, everybody knows at least one person who's worried himself into ulcers is nervous agitation. It is rather breezy in here, isn't it? His nervous agitation over business of financial responsibilities and his fear of getting an ulcer have elected him to the ulcer circle. Well, cold circles are a lot less exclusive. They ride the subway, they include the office boy in the second maid. Everybody belongs, including the Friday morning club. Now, if I, as a doctor, constantly treating all kinds of nasal and throat infections, were afraid of getting a cold, if I felt fear every time I was exposed to an infection by a patient, or if I'm worried, I would probably spend most of my life with a cold. But I haven't had a cold in two years. Allowing for reasonably good health, I believe that the seeming immunity of doctors to the contagious diseases they treat is due to their lack of fear. Now, we all know people who are afraid of a grasp. If they walk past an open window, they sneeze. Now, a draft can't give you a cold all by itself, but if you're afraid of catching a cold, pardon me, or if you're in an agitated emotional condition, other factors are conspiring within your body to make use of such as both of the germs. We all harbor it a conclusion. Let me say that if you do get a cold, remember, all you could do is try to get released from the symptoms. You cannot cure the cold. Those drops are helpful if used in moderation. As for Suze had a muscle pain fever, things would go with a cold. Antihistamines may arrest your stifles, but should not be taken without a doctor's advice. A little attention need be paid. The fluid intake, if the cold is simple and uncomplicated, except alcohol in very reasonable doses, of course, expands the blood vessels and restores circulation to the killed mucus and membranes. Are there any questions? But, doctor, what are you going to do about your cold? Madam, I'm going home to bed, and if you used to come to your fear and catch my cold, I advise you to do the same. Good morning, ladies! We'll continue with Act 3 of Ground for Marriage in a moment. You know, sometimes a soldier finds his greatest opportunities for service in something outside the line of duty. Such a man is Sergeant Werner Krenzer. He's been in the Army for eight years. He's known frontline warfare in the Pacific and occupation duty in Japan. As a veteran soldier, he's used to destruction, but he saw destruction through the eyes of a child when he was assigned to the United Nations Civil Assistance Command. This is a unit which provides aid for homeless Korean civilians. Sergeant Krenzer's heart went out to the hungry, sick, frightened children that he found everywhere. And then he got an idea. More than food and shelter, he realized, these children needed love. And there were thousands of homeless women refugees wandering around looking for their children, their families. Krenzer wasn't able to find each mother's own child, but he could ask her to care for a deserted wife. And so these childless mothers took the motherless children and cared for them. And the women were given hope that their own children might find the same kind of refuge. Even though they still lived within the sound of guns and planes, there's new faith and hope in their eyes. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. We pause now for station identification. The curtain rises on Act 3 of Ground for Marriage, starring Van Johnson as Link and Catherine Grayson as Ina. The guest speaker of the Friday Morning Club has sneezed his way home and staggered into bed. Yes, Dr. Bartholth has caught a bad cold. It's considerably later now, and the noses throat specialist has just been awakened by a telephone call. That's a wireless patient. Oh, fine, Ag. It's just fine. I know doctor you caught that cold. That's darn air conditioning. Oh, no, Ag. Don't you worry about... Or could it have been your emotional to call you all, David? I had that lunch and then the girl. Oh, it's just the cold, darling. I just... But you're all alone in that apartment? Yes. Can I bring you some hot soup or something? Oh, go, go. I'll just go back to sleep, Ed. Well, call me. Jump as soon as you're with me. I will, dear. Good night. It's not too bad, let's speak. This is Stella, Doctor. Miss Ina's name. Oh, Stella. How's Miss Ina? Oh, she's fine, Doctor. I still can't talk. So she said she needed to tell you that maybe she took her out again tonight. Oh, I'd like very much to, Stella, but I've got a cold. My, my. You still got something? You tell Miss Ina that I'll see you in a couple of days. Goodbye, Stella. Who's there? That's your quick? No, go away. Let me let me die. Ina. I need to see you. Oh, now there you go talking in here. You, you mustn't do your voice. Now, if you have anything to tell me, just write down a piece. Oh, well, I have. Which would you rather have first? The foot bath, the hot soup or the toddy? They're all ready. Oh, well, but how did you? I still have a bath. Don't talk. I, you know I was just screaming in there. I, I think I'll have my foot bath first. Where is it, Ina? I'll just get out of bed. Oh, no, no, it's fine. I'm so hot, Ina. I'm so sick. Oh, no, no, don't be alarmed. It's just a head cold. No, no, what are you doing? Oh, soup. Well, I am a little hungry. Later, baby, later. You know, we've changed our theories about treating colds, Ina. Just this morning, I gave a lecture. Oh, I knew this was coming out all in time. It couldn't have been that air conditioning. Well, what's in the glass, Ina? Let me see. I can't smell a thing. Drinking? Okay, I'll drink it. Quite an alcoholic content. Are you talking again? This is the new theory. It's dead light circulation. That's about all we can do for the carbon cold. Ina, what else did you put in this drink? Oh, yeah, that's one. Very good. Ina, it was very sweet of you to come over. No, no, but it was still very thoughtful of you. Can I have my feet back, please? Thank you. You'll probably catch my cold with all in 48 hours. By that time, I'll be able to take care of you. Oh, why didn't you have said enough to stay home? Why, are you sure it's like that? What do you think, would you? You gonna stay here? You are. Good luck, Miss Ina. Now what you're doing? Gonna play the phonogram, sir? Oh, sit down, Miss Ina, after us. You seem like bebop ballads are based open. Well, what do you know? This is you, Miss Ina, right here on the top. The Ina Machine album. That's right. You sure you want it, Miss Ina? Ever since you lost your voice, you've been saying you never want to hear yourself say it anymore. Put it off, please. Yes, ma'am. Nothing else I can do? No. Okay, Miss Ina, go on home. We were doing Carmen. I was singing Escamillo and I stabbed you. You were too, huh? I'll tell you had a nightmare. And after I stabbed you, I really talked. What? Good, I cured you. Who's I could ever... Ever sing again? Sit down, Ina. I'll put on a record. No, no, don't. You'll never know unless you try. I'll hear his one. I go on and try it. Sing to it. It's needed. Don't come over to me, sadie. Agnes, it's so simple. I can explain everything. No, I was afraid you'd say something corny like that. I don't blame you for doing good in this town, but I think that had to work out this way. Look, she talked just the way she always did. Sure she talked. Your father suggested this treatment. My father? It was a simple matter of applied psychology. Inazifonia was purely psychosomatic. I cured her. Agnes, you're not listening. My ears are working even better than my eyes. Agnes, I've been assisting Link here with his treatment ever since he started. Now, maybe I can explain it to you in words of one syllable. I understand medical English as well as any of you. And what about the hypocritical? Doesn't it say something about our physician having to treat a patient regardless? Oh, or no. Oh, there's the treatment of this pre-Midonna finished doctor. Yes, Agnes. Yes. Now, just a minute, all of you. I know this may bother better than anyone else in the world. I know now. And if you think you are making it up to me, just because of my voice, you're crazy. Ha, ha, are you trying to say away from me all right, didn't you? But you just couldn't because you're mad about it. You and your psychology and your psychoanalysis and your psychosomatic. Now, the difference between a psycho and a soprano. Well, now, if I may... No, you may not. But it's, I've got something for you too, this brother. And when Linky Boy's rich, respectable marriage to her harness herein's and functional heart attacks and psycho-somatic ulcers, remember, she's the cause, not the cure. And it's for me? Hey, you forgot your raincoat. And now that you cured, Link, I suggest you restrict your practice entirely to the... Are you listening to me? Yeah, I mean he is. Do you want to marry me? Yeah, I mean he does. When and when? Darling, I'll marry you anywhere, anytime, anything that'll... What did you say, dear? Link, speak up, boy. Say something. Don't just stand there holding your throat. Chris, look at him. Oh, he's just too nervous. Agnes, that's all he's got a lot on his mind. Talk to her, boy. Talk to her. He doesn't have to talk because there's nothing for him to say. If he doesn't want me, I don't want him. I'm not a doctor's daughter for nothing. I know you're a Simpson. That's a pity they're not fatal. Well, Link, I did that fine. Just fine. You know, you ought to be an actor. Now, what is it? Oh, no. I'm the level, Link. You can't talk. See me, he got that, that, that... Oh, Link, smoke. Why still there for me a duty shot? Oh, Link. Look, stay here. I'll bring both of those girls back and we'll settle this right now. You're Mr. Bartlett. Oh, hello, Officer. Ina. Look, does this character belong here or doesn't he? No, I don't belong here. I keep telling you. I only left my raincoat here. It happens to be pouring out, Ina. I found her at the speed talking to herself. Oh, what if I was? I haven't talked to anybody in town. Of course she belongs here, Officer. She's my idiot sister. Thank you for taking her off the street. Well, keep her here. Well, Ina, look what you've done to my poor brother. He looks just as telling you ever to me. Well, sure. But he can't speak. She gave him functional apnea. Well, all right then. So this will heal myself. Now, to just give me my raincoat, I'll leave this with Filemon and I. You do? Please. Ina. No, no. No, this isn't the way I planned it. Something's gone wrong. Ina! Ina, what are you doing? You're just kissing him. Well, if this doesn't turn, you'll never turn. Oh, you said it. This will always cure everything. In a moment, our stars will return. An Indiana soldier by the name of Birch Bay, yes, that's his real name, carried a little excess equipment overseas with him to Germany for occupation duty. To be exact, he had four dollars' worth of vegetable garden seeds in his duffel bag. You see, Birch has been a star pupil in agricultural extension work and president of his 4-H club for two years. His military police company arrived for duty in the little German village of Hungen. Here, Birch set out words of the children that he had a job for them. 90 turned up and they represented 45 different families. During his off-duty hours, Birch laid out a garden track on the edge of town in 45 plots, each six by 20 feet. He parceled out the seeds and supervised the planted. An astonishing quantity of vegetables was raised and something else was raised too. The morale of all the people in the village who needed not only food for their stomachs, but sustenance for their spirits. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. Now here's Mr. Cummings with our stars. And here they are to receive our thanks for a delightful evening, Catherine Grayson and Dan Johnson. And we're also very happy that you have your voices back. Well, I can't sing like Catherine, Mr. Cummings, but it's the only voice I have and I'm rather attached to it. I understand you're returning to MGM to make a picture. Yes, and I'm thrilled about it, Irving, because it's kiss and cake. Oh, kiss and cake? Well, don't just stand there, pucker up. All right, for one can hardly wait to hear you sing all those wonderful songs, Catherine. And what else else is going on at MGM, Dan? Well, Catherine will find us very busy making lots of wonderful pictures. Surely you've already seen our new Technicolor production of The Prisoner of Zender, starring Stuart Granger and Deborah Carr. I've heard nothing but raves about it, Dan. And I've heard nothing but raves about your play, the next week, Irving. I'm not surprised, Catherine, because it's filled with action, excitement and suspense. It's paramount screen hit Submarine Command, and starring in its original role will be that excellent actor William Holden. And as his co-star, Lamariff Alexis Smith. We'll be listening. Good night. Good night. Good night, and all our thanks. This is Irving Cummings saying good night to you from Hollywood. Heard in our cast tonight were Yvonne Planey as Agnes, Stephen Donner as Chris, Walter Wolf King as Delacorte, Herb Butterfield as Dr. Young, Lillian Randolph as Stella, and Helen Clee Bandetti-Marx. Our play was adapted by SH Barnett from the Metro-Goldwyn-Mare picture, Grounds for Marriage. Screenplay by Ellen Rivkin and Laura Kerr. Story by Samuel Marx. News by Mr. Irving Cummings. Our orchestra is under the direction of Rudy Schrager. This is Ken Carpenter inviting you to join us next week at this same time for another presentation of the Hollywood Radio Theatre.