 The Luxe Radio Theatre presents Hollywood. The others company, the makers of Luxe Flakes, bring you the Luxe Radio Theatre, starring Olivia de Havilland and Richard Baisart in The Corn and Breaks. Greetings from Galaxies, Mexico, ladies and gentlemen. Even though I am a few hundred miles away directing a motion picture, the Luxe Radio Theatre is in Hollywood as always. Tonight, we proudly present one of the finest actresses in the history of the American screen, Miss Olivia de Havilland. In the distinguished drama, The Corn is Green. Our play tonight, The Broadway State's success by Emlend Williams, gives Mr. Havilland an opportunity to combine her great artistry with a great role. And appearing with her is the promising new star, Richard Baisart. The Corn is Green is the story of a school teacher who finds a student for the great future and then is almost defeated in her efforts to educate him for the future by a very simple obstacle, the human need for love. Do you know today's teachers, like many others, have something of a budget problem? And of course, that's always a good opportunity for Luxe Flakes. Every woman who runs a home these days, whether it's a full-time or a part-time occupation, needs to manage efficiently. Even on a small budget, Luxe Flakes provides safe, dependable washing care. That's thrifty, too. And now, here's The Corn is Green, starring Olivia de Havilland as Miss Moffitt and Richard Baisart as Morgan Evans. The Welsh countryside, some 50 years ago, an obscure village called Glensano. There's an old house in Glensano, long empty. And on this spring afternoon, the new owner has just arrived. So I trust you will find everything in order, Miss Moffitt. I will go now. No, no, please wait, Mr. Jones. You too, Miss Rambray. Oh, I do thank you both. From what I can see, you've arranged my things splendidly. But I want very specially to talk to you. Excuse me, are you saved? I beg your pardon. Are you church or chapel? I really don't know. Anyway, I... What is that scene? The boys coming home from the mine. Oh, they burst into song in the slightest publication. You mustn't take any notice. It's beautiful. The mine. Cold, is it not? It is cold, three miles over the hill. I see. Now, before Mrs. Wattie gets here, Mrs. Wattie, my housekeeper, she and her daughter are coming from the station with my baggage. Now, tell me, what's that large empty building next door? It is the old farm belonging to the Gwallyer farm, before the farm was burnt down. Then it's for rent or for sale? I would think so. But what is that to do with you, Miss Rambray? I will tell you. We have mutual friends in London, Miss Rambray. They have told me that you live alone, you have just enough money, you're educated. And time lies heavy on your hand. How hard it dubs them. But isn't it so? Not at all. When the right gentleman appears, I shall... If you're a spinster, Miss Rambray, well on in her 30s, that right gentleman is not coming. He's lost his way. So why don't you face the fact and enjoy yourself, as I do? If a woman's only future is to marry and... But haven't you ever been in love? No. I've never talked to a man for more than five minutes without wanting to box his ears. Which brings me to you, Mr Jones. My conscience is as clear as the snow. I'm sure it is. The wind growths told me all about you too. But you're a disappointed man, aren't you? How can I be disappointed when I'm saved? Oh, but you can. You're frustrated, Mr Jones. So you fall back on being saved. Am I right? It is such a terrible thing you have said that I will have to think it over. Do. But in the meantime, would you two like to stop moping and be very useful to me? Useful? How many families are there around here? There are 50 families in the village and 15 in the farms around. Many children? Children. Here they are only children until they are 12. Then they go to work in the mine and in one week they are old men. How many of them can read and write? Next to none. Why, do you ask? Because I am going to start a school for them. A school for them? But what for? What for? Do you see these books, Ms Woundery, which you were kind enough to unpack for me? Hundreds of them. And something wonderful to read in every single one. These nippers are to be cut off from all that forever, are they? Why? That is school for ordinary children. Oh, when I heard this part of the world was a disgrace to me. When I heard this part of the world was a disgrace to a Christian country, I knew this house was a godsend. I am going to start a school in that barn next door. And you are going to help me. I couldn't teach those children. I couldn't. You smell. If we'd never been taught to wash, so would we. As for you, Mr Jones. I must solicit this clock in Guinegarum. I earn 33 shillings a week. I give you 34 and your lunch. I'll pay as well as this house and I know exactly what I'm going to do with it. But those children in the mine earn money. How can they go... I'll pay their parents a few miserable pennies they get out of it. And when I've finished with you, Ms Woundery, you won't have time to think about snapping up a husband. And you, Mr Jones, won't have time to be so pleased that you're saved. Well, I do not care if you are not, Chapel. I am with you. Good. Now, sit down. I'll tell you exactly what I have in mind. I... I disturb your supper, Ms Muffart. But the carpenter is at the back door, about the barn. And the boys for the evening class, they're in the yard. Did they write their essay? I don't know, Ms Muffart. One of them has a bottle of rum. I'll take care of them. Never mind my tea, Mrs Wattie. They are the same boys I enrolled last night. They have only come to make sport again. And you're going to finish your stuff for me. I'll make her a wobbly later. She's got a clinker, that's what. Clinker? Ms Muffart is a very unusual woman, Mrs Wattie. Terrible strong will, of course. Terrible. Get her into this, if I keep telling her. Well, bring me and Bessie here. I said, now I said, not with my past, I said. Your past? Of course she took me up. But what for there? And now I've joined the corpse. It's all brought it out. The corpse? The militant righteous religious corpse. Running them in the street I did singing and praying and collecting poor blood. I've been a different woman ever since. Can you say? Yes, I am. So am I. Ain't it loud, Bessie? But what was your past? My fingers. Stealing? Every where I went. Terrible. Bessie, come here and clear the table before I give you a clout. First thing you boys will do is go to the pump and wash yourselves. This is my home. It's not the coal mine. Let's see what I said. Yes, Miss. Of course. Please, Miss, first can I have a kiss? What did you say? Please, Miss, first can I have a kiss? Of course you can. Can I drive to anybody else? Very well then. Just see that you wash. Please, Miss, can I have a smack bottom too? Mr. Jones. Monsters are as clear as supper dishes. Mr. Jones, is it true the school idea is not going on that well? Who told you that, Bessie dear? We've been here six months now and nothing's hardly even started. Everything is splendid. Oh, I'm glad. Miss Margaret's been cruel to me, but I don't bear no grudge. Who told you? She asked Miss Wheatie. She told me they're bad for me. And it says right on the bag they're very awesome. Do you like my hair? It's very becoming. You're quite a young lady, Bessie. Mr. Jones. Oh, yes, Miss Mothart. The boys, are they still out there? This round right now we're just talking to the carpenter. Oh, I'm sure I don't understand it at all. This is the strict orders. He has strict orders not even to discuss the bar. Who gave you order, Miss Mothart? That's what I want to know. Oh, it's been a bit of a day. Press that letter from the square this morning. No child can be released from the mine. Then no request from that tavern in the village. A school would interfere with beer drinking. A message from the chapel people to the effect that I am a foreign adventurer with cloven feet. Yes, it has been a bit of a day. I will go and speak to the boys, Miss Mothart. Poor Jonesy. He's terrified of the older ones. So am I. They're so big and black. Oh, dear teacher. Remember me? Oh, it's not that it's quite. Good evening, lady. Would you mind going outside, Squire? Then knocking and waiting quite a long while before I say come in. Good. Parle again, Squire. But it's not the Squire. Oh, just look at me. Oh, excuse me. I shall be a minute. Mr. Trevibay, I'm rather irritable this evening. So unless there's a reason for your visit. No, but there is. A certain gent has just been dining with me. Sir Herbert Vase. Yes? He's decided he has no use for the bar next door. He does not see it as a school. So he must regretfully, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. But he's implied all along he'd be glad to sell it. Then some bigwig must have made him change his mind. Hey, dear Pettigold. You again? Guessed it right off. Not going to have any of this hanky-panky nonsense in my village? Your village? My village. All my life I've done my level best for them. They call me Squire, you know. Term of affection. Golly touching. Oh, they jabber away in that funny Welsh lingo. We bless their hearts as a free country. But putting them up to reading English. Giving them idea. Why? More people like you, you know, and England will be a jolly dangerous place to live in. What's the idea, sir? What's the idea? I am beginning to wonder myself. So why don't you take up croquet, Miss Martha? Keep you out of mischief. Oh, the enchanting Miss Rhondra. Squire. Oh, but you're not leaving. Wait a minute. You're the Squire bountiful, are you? Adored by his contented subjects. Intelligent and understanding. I should just like to point out there is a considerable amount of dirt, ignorance, misery and discontent abroad in this world. And that a good deal of it is due to people like you. Croquet, dear lady. Chatting prance. You're a stupid conceited greedy good for nothing. I'll have an income poop. And you can go to brown places. I perceive, madam, that you've been drinking. Adore this, Rhondra. Oh, dear. Oh, dear, dear, dear. That was undeniable. I know, but I feel better for it. He must have given you a call. Oh, he was kindness itself. He merely persuaded Sir Herbert not to lease and not to sell. What? What would you do, Miss Martha? Sell the house. Take this brainchild of a ridiculous penstone. Smother it. And what are these filthy exercise books doing on my desk? Oh, those hooligans outside. They said last night that Mr. Jones had picked them up because they could write English, and would I mind my own some dreadful word? Business. Oh, yes. The effort. How I would spend my holiday. I must have been mad. Listen to this one. If I had ever holiday, I had breakfast in bed and talks, then dinner and a rest, tea, then nothing, then supper, then I talk, and I go sleep. From sheer exhaustion, I suppose. Look, this one is illustrated. But what is it supposed to be? A bicycling tour with me in bloomers. Oh, your squire was right, Ron. I've been a stupid impractical ass, and I can't imagine how I ever have. Yes, Miss Mockett. Listen to this. The mine is dark. If the light come in the mine, the rivers in the mine will run fast with the voice of many women. The walls will fall in, and it will be the end of the world. We have watched at the pump, Miss. Be quiet. So the mine is dark, but when I walk through the... something sharp, I think, in the dark, I can touch with my hands the leaves on the trees and underneath, where the corn is green. Go on reading. There is a wind in the shaft, not the carbon monoxide they talk about. It smells like the sea, only like as if the sea had fresh flowers lying about. And that is my holiday. Did you write this? What is the matter with it? Take your cap off. Spelling deplorable. Mine with two ends and leaves, L-E-F-S. What was it by rights? A V for one thing. I never heard of no Vs, Miss. And don't call me Miss. Are you not a Miss? Yes, I am, but it's not polite. Oh. You say yes, Miss Mockett, or no, Miss Mockett. M-O-W-F-A-T. No Vs? No Vs. Where do you live? Good morning, Miss Mockett. Pour my help from here. How big is it? Four houses and a bigger house. Have you any hobbies? Oh yes. What? This Miss. Wrong. Put the bottle away. Do you live with your parents? No, by my own self. My mother is dead and my father and my four big brothers was in the big shaft accident when I was 10 years. Killed? Oh yes, everybody was. Who taught you to read and write? Taught? Taught, the verb, to teach. Oh. Teached. Who taught you? I did. Why? I don't know. Can I go now? No. Do you want to learn any more? No, thank you. Why not? The others would have a good laugh. I see. Have you ever written anything before this exercise? No. Why not? Nobody never asked me. What is the matter with it? Nothing is the matter with it. It shows you may be very clever. Oh. Have you ever been told that before? It is news to me. What effect does that news have on you? It is a bit sudden. It makes me feel that I want to know what is behind of all the books here. Can you come tomorrow? Five o'clock? Not before seven, Miss. Six miles to walk. Seven then. That will be all. Good night. Good night, Miss Moffat. Are you the one I spanked? I am the one, Miss Moffat. Miss Romery. Mr. Jones. Come in here. Yes. Oh, I've been such a fool. It doesn't matter about the bar next door. We'll start the school here, here in this room. Hang in the square. I'm going to get those boys out of that mine if I have to block my face and touch them up from the pit myself. Ring the bell, Mr. Jones. The bell, Miss Moffat? Ring it. It's clear to hear it clear to travel behold. When I walk in the dark, I can touch with my hands where the corn is green. With that, too, of the corn is green. Here's Libby Collins, our Hollywood reporter who has been stargazing. And discovered the most wonderful new star, John. Of course, it was really hard you to discover her. Vacationing with friends three years ago. He can pick a winner, all right. She's an exotic beauty. New Orleans, Bourne, California educated. If fans see lovely faith du mergue in where danger lives, they'll go wild. A story full of suspense, hasn't it? Oh, it's terrific. And the end is super dramatic. Robert Mitchum threw himself into the part so literally he refused a double for a dangerous fall down four flights of stairs. I understand faith has a pretty strenuous role for a newcomer in where danger lives. She certainly has. Her role takes her from fashionable life in San Francisco to a fourth-rate hotel in New Mexico. 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Use Lux Flakes to give your washable cottons and rayons that lovely Lux look all summer long. Act two of The Corn Is Green, starring Olivia de Havilland as Miss Moffitt and Richard Basshart as Morgan Evans. Two years have gone by. Miss Moffitt's school has become an accepted part of the little Welsh village, though still without the blessing of the squire. And the most promising student is the young coal miner, Morgan Evans. I have my history summation, Miss Moffitt. Yes, nine pages and I told you six. Oh, and for heaven's sake, Evans, watch your spelling. Yes, Miss Moffitt. Have you got those lines of Voltaire? I think so, Miss Moffitt. Then go for your walk now. Good and bliss can be better than ours. Yes, Miss Moffitt. I'll expect you to have that Voltaire behind you now and take your pen from behind your ear. Shut up or I'll knock your block off. Let me along, Busy. Miss Moffitt, all this ordering you about. I got guys in my head if she hasn't. And I think you're getting sick of it. Am I? And what else do you think? I think that when she tells you to take a walk, you don't take a walk. I think to stop in the village, regular every afternoon, standing up at the bar, drinking rum. Right, aren't you? Or why don't you tell her then? Because that's just what I am going now. Miss Moffitt, Miss Moffitt. No sign of Morgan. I sent him for a walk, Mr. Jones. He brushed the cobwebs from his mind and gave him the chance to memorize his Voltaire. Oh, I hope he's not going to be slow at French. Two years ago, he scarcely knew English. That's the wonder of it, Miss Rombury. Morgan Evans has the most brilliantly receptive mind I've ever come across. Don't tell him so, but he... Is that you, Busy? I thought you were in your room studying. I don't. Good, Busy. Come here, dear. He's probably sitting down, Miss Rombury, studying at a desk. For two years now, I heard attempts and everything. I don't know why. What's Watty doing? Busy said she's been sitting down for two years. She's lucky. What are these letters, Rom? My bills are here. Oh, the new desks. And that's suit for Evans. Well, I'll sell a couple more shares of stock. Not again. Why not? It's easy. Be Watty now. Just what is this dying duck business? All these lessons are bad for my insides. What's the matter with your insides? It goes round and round for sitting down. There is nothing to prevent you from going for walks between lessons. You can go for one now to the post office. Well, well, go, please. I'm not going. What did you say? I'm not going. Everybody's against me. I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to kill myself. I'm going upstairs, and next week you're going to leave this house and go to work. Oh, look! The Squire's courage – the Squire. Then he has come. Oh, it is the Squire. But he hasn't been here since... Driftry, cielo your'sagirl. I behave more stupidly that night than I ever have in my life. And that's saying something. Now run, both of you. But why is he here? All I can tell you is that it has to do with Evans, and it's vital – I make the right impression. Oh, what sort of an impression? and help us in cleaning, of course. Oh, quickly, Ron, just, just disappear. How wonderfully kind of you to stop by. Well, you wrote me a note, you know. Well, here to be insulted again, though. Call me an adult-headed nincompoop, you know. How could you ever forgive me? You know the hares. Do tell me, Squire, how did your prize-winning ferret to croquet this afternoon? Rather boring, you know. I've heard you made such an amusing speech. Oh, didn't they tell you about that? Rather a good par, eh? Thought Griffith the butcher was going to laugh his fool after all. Do you know, that makes me rather proud. Crowd, why? Because Griffith the butcher would not have understood a word. If his little girls hadn't learned English here at my school. Oh, never thought of that. Oh, headache. Squire, you see before you a tired woman. We live and learn. And I have learned how right you were that night. But I've heard you're a spitting success here. Oh, no. You see, in one's womanly enthusiasm, one forgets that the qualities vital to success are intelligence, courage, and authority. In short, the qualities of a man. Oh, come on, come on. After all, meant well, I suppose. Oh, so kind of you to say that. And I have no right to burden you. But you see, my problem is one of your younger tenants, one of your former minors. Giving you trouble, eh? What you been up to, poaching? Oh, no. Bit of Muslim, little cockney-filly proud. Fancy what? Oh, no, I assure you. No, the problem is just Morgan Evans himself. And like a true woman, I have to scream to you for help. Scream away, dear lady. Scream away. His cover. To begin with, he can write. He was born with very exceptional gifts, and they must be, they ought to be given every chance. You mean he might turn into a little old bloke? He might, yes. Oh, I'm bloke. How's he doing? Well, his work, it's very good. How'd you know it's good? Well, that is when no Shakespeare's good. Shakespeare, what's he got to do with it? Well, he was a literary bloke, too. This young tenant of yours has it in him to bring great credit to you. Imagine if you could say that you had known, well, say, Shakespeare as a boy on your estate. Lot of luck, well. Just look in this book, Squire, the inscription, to the right honorable Earl of Southampton, your honours in all duty, William Shakespeare. I often think of the pride that surged in the Earl's bosom when his encouragement to Shakespeare gave birth to the masterpiece of a poor and humble writer. Funny, never thought of Shakespeare being poor somehow. If this boy is really clever, pity for me not to do something about it, huh? A great pity. And I can tell you exactly how you can do something about it. Buzz on, dear teacher, buzz. Well, there's a scholarship open, a scholarship to Oxford. Oxford? They've agreed to allow Morgan Evans to compete on one condition, but you vouch for him. My dear lady, you take the cake. Oxford? Can't he be just as clever at home? No, he can't. For the sort of future he could have, the background of the university is absolutely essential. So varsity, you'll hang it on, he'll never get it. I know, but he must have a chance. Still, the mere prospect of one of my minors. Think of Shakespeare, Squire, the Earl. All serene, dear lady, all serene. I'll drop a line to those Oxford chefs next week. They're rather a lot, well, I must be off. Blouse should be most obliged if you wrote the letter tomorrow. Would you like me to drop to recommendation? You must be so busy with so many other things. I am, rather. Polka supper tomorrow night, you know. Yes, do that. Goodbye, dear lady. Thank you so very much, Squire. Happy of conditions and all that. Glad you've come to your senses. Goodbye. Goodbye. May I come in now? Well, Ron, that man is so stupid, it sits on his head like a halo. What happened? In five minutes, I have given the Squire the impression that he spends his whole time fostering genius and the illiterate. I'm entering our pit pony for a scholarship, Ron. Oxford. Hallelujah. Come in, Evans. I'm starting you on Greek next Monday. Greek? You'll need it. I'm putting you in for a scholarship at Oxford. Oxford? Where the lords go? The same. Oh, and this is the nail file I mentioned. I'll show you how to use it. I shall not need Greek or a nail file in the coal mine. In the coal mine? I am going back to the mine. I do not want to learn Greek nor to pronounce any long English words nor to keep my hands clean. What's the matter with you? Why not? Because I was born in a Welsh hayfield when my mother was helping with a harvest. And I've always lived in a house with no stairs, only a ladder, and no water. Until my brothers was killed, I never sleep except three in a bed. I know that is terrible grammar, but it is true. What on earth has three in a bed got to do with learning Greek? It has a lot. Trying to better myself. You cannot take a nail file in a public bar, Miss Moffat. I never heard anything so ridiculous. Besides, you don't go to a public bar. Yes, I do. I have been there every afternoon for a week, spending your pocket money. I've been there now. I had no idea you felt like this. Because you are not interested in me. Not interested in you? How can you be interested in a machine that you put up any in, and if nothing comes out, you give it a shake? Evans, write me an essay. Evans, get up and bow. Evans, what's so subjunctive? Do you know what they call me in a village now? Kibokura school, the school teacher's little dog. What has it got to do with you if my nails are dirty? Mind your own business. I never meant you to know this. I have spent money on you. I don't mind that. Money should be spent. But time is different. When you're as old as I am, two years is valuable currency. I have spent two years on you. Ever since that first day, the main spring of this school has been your career. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when I have been desperately tired, I have lain awake making plans, large and small, sensible and silly. Plans for you. And you tell me I have no interest in you. If I say any more, I shall start to cry, and I haven't cried since I was younger than you are, and I'd never forgive you for that. I'm going for a walk. I don't like this sort of conversation. If you want to go on, be at school tomorrow. If not, don't. I don't want your money and I don't want your time. I don't want to be thankful to no strange woman for anything. I don't understand you. I don't understand you at all. So Miss Moffett has gone for a walk. I don't feel like talking. Oh yeah, J.U. and A. Mind your own business. I won't. Oh, I can know about everything. I like doing all the things I like. I'm going away soon. Miss Moffett's sending me away. Why? Will you miss me, Morgan? I don't know. Maybe. You know, you was quite right to put her in a place. Clever chap like you, learning lessons off a woman. That's right. You don't have to go to Oxford. Clever chap like you. That's right. What a man wants is a bit of sympathy. Come here. Yes, Morgan. Come here. Think, Mrs. Wattie, just think. The morning we've waited for has come. This morning, Morgan Evans takes the entrance examination for Oxford. Oh, what if he'd gone back to the mine last autumn after the dreadful thing with Miss Moffett? Oh, it was a rum, Miss, just a rum. Dear me, the squire should be here by now. What's the squire coming for? Convigilate, of course. What was that, please, Miss? The university appointed the squire, Miss Moffett, to watch him while he's taking the examination. So he cannot cheat. What a shame. Almost forgot it. For you, Mrs. Wattie, a card from Betsy. Oh, er, again. But do you not miss her, Mrs. Wattie? No. I don't like her, you know. Never ask. But your own doctor. I know, but I've never been able to take her. Now. Well, it's not snowing, Ron. He ought to be here soon, Morgan and the squire. Oh, Miss Moffett, would it not be as splendid if he won? Not very likely, I'm afraid. Two years isn't enough, Ron, not even for him. He'll have strong candidates against him, boys from good schools. It all depends on how much the examiners will appreciate a highly original intelligence. But wouldn't it be exciting? It would be a wonderful thing for him. It would be a wonderful thing for rural education, all over the country. And most of all, it would be a wonderful thing for you. I know every trick and twist of that brain of his, exactly where it will falter and where it will gallop ahead. And yet, not to know him at all. I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about Henry VIII. I had a feeling there may be a question about the old boy and the papacy. I bet a cram won a two-pack syndrome before he starts. Oh, he must win it. He must. Miss Moffett. Yes, Mr. Jones? She's come back, Miss Moffett. Betsy, she's here. Onside, Al. But it cannot be you. Your mother just received a card. Well, Betsy, this is unexpected. Isn't it, Jop? Your mother's in the kitchen. Is there the same mom? Then why are you here? Questions and answers just like skill again. It's you I've come to see. Perhaps we had better retire to the study, Miss Ronberry. Oh, oh, yes, of course. I can give you exactly one minute of my time. Why? Morgan Evans is sitting for his Oxford examination this morning. Well, he needn't. He won't ever be Garand Oxford. And why not? Because there's going to be a little stranger. I'm going to have a little stranger. You're lying. If you don't believe it's Morgan Evans, you're just asking. Ask him about that time you locked me up. The night you had words with him. Oh. Ordering him about as if he has no human feelings. You're just asking. Why couldn't I have seen before? Does he know? I've come to tell him. And he'll have to marry me, of course, or I'll show him up. After all, the little stranger. Stop saying little stranger. If you're going to have a baby, then call it a baby. Have you told anybody? Mr. Jones is all. The scribe is coming at the road with Morgan. I'll wait for him here. For the next three hours, Morgan Evans is not going to be disturbed. You're not going to see him. You can't bully me the way I am. Hasn't something yet, has it? I'm teaching you something, am I? You are going into the kitchen, Betsy, to see your mother. You will then go upstairs. And as soon as the examination is finished, we will talk it all over. When they're a little more calm. Knock, knock, knock. Evere, I've got to see him. If you try to disobey me. If you attempt to stay in this room or blab to anybody about this before we've had that talk, even to your mother, I shall, shall strike you so hard that I shall probably kill you. I mean every word of that. Don't mind. Three hours of go soon enough. Nobody home. Squire, sir, very sorry. Oh, how kind of you, such a dreadful day. Another law, Mrs. Pentagon. Get anything for a law. Sit down, Morgan. The questions are in this envelope. Before I break the seal, I have a feeling they may bring up Henry VIII. I've written down a couple of dates. Here, memorize them. Yes, Miss Morratt. Glad it isn't me. Really quite stupid, you know. Just don't get exuberant, Morgan. No. Nor illegible. No. But aren't you going to wish my purpose a good fortune? Good luck. Thank you. Ready? Ready. This is your examination. Yeah. I go to work. Miss Morratt. Yes? The very first question. Henry VIII. We've intermission. We'll resume with act three of The Corn is Green. And now from Gallup, New Mexico, we bring you our producer, William Keely. An hour ago, I was in one of the most primitive parts of our country, creating the atmosphere of 1865 for my new picture of frontier days, starring Errol Flynn. 60 minutes and 50 miles later, I am back to the comforts and pleasures of the 20th century. Sitting beside me in the studio tonight is one of the hardest working members of my cast for Rocky Mountain, the glamorous Patrice Wymore. I've enjoyed every moment of it, Mr. Keely. I can hardly wait to get back to Hollywood to see the rushes when we get back to the Warner lot. Did you see Warner's preview of Bright Leaf before we left Hollywood? Yes, I did. And Gary Cooper was wonderful. Patricia Neil and Lauren Bercall, too. You know, they play such contrasting types. Yes, and speaking of contrast, making a picture here on an Indian reservation must be quite a change for you from dancing on Broadway. Indeed it is. 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The curtain rises on act three of The Corn is Green, starring Olivia DeHavilland as Miss Moffitt and Richard Bassard as Morgan Evans. It's mid-summer now in Glensarno, seven months, since Morgan Evans took the examination for Oxford. Seven months since Bessie Wattie suddenly returned and Justice suddenly disappeared again without seeing Morgan. All week, Morgan has been far from Glensarno in Oxford, waiting word of his success or failure. How can you be so calm, Mr. Jones? Look at all the whole village is down at the railway to meet him. Is this true? All they talk about is Morgan Evans and the scholarship with the not talking of Bessie Wattie and why she came home then would wait so quickly again. It does not matter. It is more important to know about Morgan. If he hasn't won it will break her heart. She would feel it so keen as old heart. I used not to think so, but since this examination day, they've been so much better friends. It has been a pleasure just to hear them conversing. Any news, Mr. Jones? Not yet, Miss Moffitt. I thought not. Where's the choir? To the railway miss with the rest of them. You don't appear nervous. I am fasting nervous, Ron. If he has won, I shan't believe it, exactly. And if he has lost... If he has lost, we must proceed as if nothing has happened. Meantime, Mr. Jones, your report is on your desk. Miss Ron, reform two are waiting for you. Oh, yes, Miss Moffitt. Morgan. I know they would be all watching for me, so I got off at Lon Moffitt. Does that mean? I have no news. One way or another. Except I am no longer hopeful. Why not? They talk to me for hours. Oral examinations. They jump down hard on the New Testament, as you said they would. You are very pale. Better than a raging fever. Go on. I spent 10 minutes explaining why St. Paul sailed from a town 300 miles inland. Oh, dear. And the French? Not good. I said natural amount to everything, but it did not fit every time. Did the President send for you? He did. He asked me if I had ever had strong drink. I looked him straight in the eye and said no. Oh. I was terrible, but terribly nervous. My collar flew open. He did not seem impressed with me at all. Then as I was leaving, he appeared to be sorry for me in some way, and I received the impression that I had failed. When should we know? Today, tomorrow, the next day. They will send you the word. Fail, I cannot even talk about it. But we must talk about it. You faced the idea of failure the day you left for Oxford. But now I have been to Oxford and come back. Come back from the world. Since the day I was born, I have been a prisoner behind a stone wall and now somebody has given me a leg up to look at the other side. They cannot drag me back again. They cannot. They must give me a push and send me over. I've never heard you talk so much since I've known you. That's just it. I can talk now. The three days I have been there, I've been talking my head off. My second night there, I took a walk. There was a moon up. Not the same moon I have seen here. A different face altogether. All of a sudden, with one big rush against that moon, I saw this place again. You and I sitting here studying all those books and everything I have ever learned from those books and from you was lighted up like a magic lantern. Rome, Greece, Shakespeare, Carlisle, Milton, everything had a meaning because I was in a new world. Came to me why you had worked like a slave to make me ready for this scholarship. I didn't want you to stop. I had not been drinking, Miss Muppet. I know. I can talk to you too, now. Yes. I'm glad. I tell you, Jones, I am finding this waiting a definite strain. Telling the lad they'll send the results through the post. Where is he? Still eating? And Miss Muffet says, please no questions till he is through. Whenever that could be, the young man will start to. Just as I feel. How'd you do? Hello, ma'am. Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the deuce? Bessie. Bessie Martin. Three days ago she sent money to you. Did you not receive the letter? Yes, I did. No, the others till I was sick of it. What is all this? I'm here to congratulate a certain young gent in cases when that scholarship. No, no. What has that got to do with you? You see, Miss Ronbill, it's like this. Don't see it. Don't see it. Four weeks ago yesterday, I had a baby. You had a what? Seven pounds, nine ounces. Good heavens, how ghastly. Don't look, I'd doll him up. Now, where have you been all these months? I'm doing what I'd like to know. Turning you into a granny. Have a good sleep. Later we... Hello, Miss Martha. You know what? Now I think it's time you told us who the fellow is. Proceeding, that's what. I'm going to take proceedings. That's right, dear, is it? Listen to me, Bessie. I'll pay you anything. Anything. It's no good, Miss Martha. It's more than heavens. What? I don't believe it. Oh, ma'am. I've been dreading this for months. In a way, it's a relief. Well, where is he? I got a four-week sale, baby, and I haven't got open to keep him. I'll call him. There is no need to call him. I am willing to marry him, bestowing on the infant every advantage by bringing it up a Baptist. You'd like that, Miss Martha, wouldn't you? I'd like to bludge, really, but I couldn't. Besides, my friend would be furious. Your friend? Ever such a nice gentleman, ma'am. Quite as well. I have never heard such a conversation outside a police car. I suppose you wouldn't care to marry me. Good. Doesn't that friend of yours want to marry you? I won't talk of anything else. And he won't have the baby. So I've got to give up my friend and marry Morgan Evans. Unless Mr. Jones would consider the baby without me. The baby without you? Your own child? What about your mother, love? I hadn't got any, didn't you know? Oh, what a thing to say. I cannot remain here another minute. You want Morgan Evans to marry you. On the chance he'll become found enough the child to ensure its future, then your conscience will be clear and later you can go off on your own. I shouldn't be surprised, Troy. Meanwhile, it's worthwhile to ruin a boy on the threshold of... Oh, there must be a way out. There must be. Bless us, ma'am. I've got it. What? Why can't you adopt it? Oh, don't be ridiculous. Well, just do your best, say. Well, I never followed it, though. Yes, yes, it would. But what would I do with a baby? I don't even know what they look like. Oh, they're lovely little things. Now, it's all right. Stop it. It's fantastic. Oh, do please. It put everything to rights. He might be up like his father, you know, but he's not tenor. Quite nice. But it's...it's mad. Oh, not as mad. Taking me in was with my past. But you're the grandmother, Wattie. Surely you. Oh, I couldn't. I don't bear it. No, I will. But every penny I get goes to the corpse. You're the one, dear, really, you are. Vessie Wattie, do you mean that if I do not adopt this child... I will have to tell Morgan Evans and he will have to marry me. I swear that. And if I do... I swear I never know a thing about it. Then I give in. Oh, that's lovely. My friend will be pleased. Well, I'll talk along then and we'll arrange details later, shall we? I only did it to spite you, you know. For which we must be truly thankful. For which we... Morgan. Has she gone? Why? Squire just came with a back way to see me. Oh, the fool. Then it's true. He thought I knew. Then he said it was for the best. That I ought to be told. Why should this happen? There is no need for you to upset yourself. Miss Muffatt is going to take care of the... Oh, what? I'm going to adopt it. And what do you take me for? Then what would you like to do? What would I like to do? It is not a question of what I would like to do. It is what I am going to do. I am going to marry her. And that is final. I knew, I knew. Answer it, Wattie. No, no, I'll go. It may be the Squire, and I don't want him here. Oh. Oh, thank you. It's a telegram. It's from Oxford. You have won Miss Scholarship, Morgan. Win it. Come on, Miss Nance. I'll make you a nice cup of tea. Come on. Look at me, Morgan. If anybody has stood at the crossroads, you are now. It is no good. I am going to marry her. I'm going to speak to you very simply. I want you to change, suddenly, from a boy to a man. I understand this is a great shock to you, but I want you to throw off this passionate obstinacy to do the right thing. Did you ever promise your marriage? No, never. Did you even tell her that you loved her? No, no. Don't you know that she has her own plans and she doesn't want the child? I am willing to look after it if you behave as I want you to behave. If you marry her, you know what will happen, don't you? You will go back to the mine. In a year, she will have left you both. You will be drinking again, and this time, you will not stop. That does not alter the fact that I have a duty to them both. You mention the word duty, do you? Yes, you have a duty, but it's not to this loose little lady. You mean a duty to you? No. A year ago, I might have said a duty to me, yes. But that night, you showed your teeth. You gave me a lot to think about, you know. You caught me unaware, and I gave you the worst possible answer back. I turned sorry for myself and taunted you within gratitude. I was a fool not to realize that the debt of gratitude is the most humiliating debt of all. That a little show of affection would have wiped it out. I offer you that affection today. Why are you seeing this to me now? Because as the moments are passing, and I am going to get my way, I know that I am never going to see you again. Never again? But why? If you're not to marry her, it would be madness for you to come and contact with the child. So if I am adopting the child, you can never come to see me. It's common sense. You've been given the push over the war you asked for. But you... you will be staying here. How can I never come back after everything you have done for me? Every morning, when I take my walk, up there where the valley suddenly drops share, you know the place. Yes. I have found myself thinking of you, working for this scholarship, and winning it. And I have experienced the feeling of... of complete happiness. I shall experience it again. No Morgan Evans, you have no duty to me. Your only duty is to the world. The world? Now that you're going, there's no harm in telling you something. I don't think you quite realize what your future can become if you give it a chance. You could become a great man of your country. If a light come into the mind, you said, remember? Yes. Make that light come into the mind and someday free these children. And you could be more, much more. You could be a man for a future nation to be proud of. Perhaps I'm mad. I don't know. It's up to you. Is it all right to ring the bell with my heart to say holiday day tomorrow? Yes, ring the bell, Mr. Jones. I think that's all, Morgan. I do not know what to say. I have been so much time in this room. The lessons are over. I... I shall always remember. Will you? Well, I'm glad you think you will. Please, Miss Morfett. Yes, Miss Morfett. The band is out and they say Morgan got to come to town hall. Nothing to loathe. Oh, jeez, ma'am, jeez. They never forgive you. Goodbye, Morgan. I cannot talk. Mr. Jones says, is he to say school day after tomorrow, nine o'clock, same as usual? Yes. Here's Libby Collins with a summer vacation hint. Not about where to go, but what to take, Jones. You know, Lorraine Day travels a lot. Keeping up with her baseball manager, husband, Leo D'Rosier, and her Hollywood activities. So she's learned how to look glamorous while living out of a suitcase. Her favorite negligee for traveling is deep blue nylon with a net yoke edged with lace. It packs easily and never needs ironing. A wonderful traveler. Especially if it's traveling companion and it's luxe weight. Oh, Lorraine insists on luxe care for all her lingerie. Silk and rayon as well as nylon. And that's smart because there's no safer care for subtle colors and delicate fabrics. Actual washing tests prove that luxe flakes care keeps pretty slips in 90s new looking three times as long. It's foolish to take chances with pretty things. Wrong washing methods can fade colors so quickly. Wherever Lorraine goes, luxe flakes go too. Why not take Lorraine Day's tip when you travel this summer? Travel light with nylon lingerie and give it luxe flakes care. At the end of your trip, your lingerie will look as lovely as ever. Get a box of luxe flakes tomorrow. Wherever you are, all your nice washables can have that lovely luxe look. And now, here's Mr. Keely with our stars. Our audience is waiting to congratulate our stars on a superb performance and here they are. Olivia DeHavilland and Richard Bassard. I set a record that will stand for a long time in Hollywood. She has received no less than 31 different awards as an outstanding actress. Each one of them has had a special thrill of its own, Bill. And I'm grateful to all those who've helped me to win them. I understand the last award came from Brazil from the Brazilian motion picture critics. It's terrific. Well, Dick, Olivia has received national awards and international awards. And I wouldn't be a bit surprised to hear any minute of one from Mars. Perhaps a loving cup on a flying saucer. That would be entirely too thrilling, Bill. Do you have any plans for a new picture soon, Mr. Havilland? Well, my immediate plan is concerned the most wonderful production I know of. My baby. He's going to be christened soon. Well, are we invited? He certainly are. He can come to San Antonio, Texas. That's where my husband was born and where Ben will be christened. Well, Olivia, I'd love to. But I'm afraid I'll be here in New Mexico working on a picture for quite a while. We still haven't heard about your picture plans, Mr. Havilland. But I think it's always good to have a change of pace. And so I'm looking for a modern love story to do next. Now, I'm sure your fans will enjoy that, Olivia. And now I'll give you, too, a little award of ours. There are some lux flakes in the wings for you to take home. Many thanks. I had instructions not to miss the lux flakes. But what about next week, Mr. Keely? What have you planned? Next week, we've selected a gay comedy that's especially appropriate for this time of year. It's Warner Brothers' great-life hit, John Loves Mary. And we'll have the original stars who made such a charming team, Ronald Reagan and Patricia Neal. Be sure to be listening next week for this grand entertainment. I know everyone will be listening and enjoy it. Good night. Good night, I will be listening. 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Richard Bayshart appeared through the courtesy of 20th Century Fox, producers of Night in the City, starring Gene Terny and Richard Whitmer. Heard in our cast tonight were Rosalind Yvonne as Mrs. Wattie, Rhoda Williams as Bessie, and Herbert Butterfield, Ruth Parrott, Nelson Welch and Clark Gordon. Our play was adapted by SH Barnett and our music was directed by Laura Silvers. This is your announcer, John Milton Kennedy, reminding you to join us again next Monday night to hear John Love's Mary starring Ronald Reagan and Patricia Neal. Stay tuned for my friend Irma, which follows over these same stations. This is CBS, The Columbia Broadcasting System.