 From Hollywood, the Hollywood Radio Theater. In, it grows on trees with Marcia Henderson and Greg Palmer. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving Cummings. Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know exactly what your reaction would be if you suddenly discovered money growing on trees in your backyard. But I imagine it would be somewhat the same as our overjoyed heroines in tonight's play. And as our star, we have that delightful comedian, Ginger Rogers. Truly one of our most glamorous personalities. It grows on trees with turned into a screen success by Universal International Studios. And tonight, we will introduce two of their most promising young players, Marcia Henderson and Greg Palmer. Now, it grows on trees, starring Ginger Rogers as Polly with Marcia Henderson and Greg Palmer as Ralph. It started off like a perfectly normal day for Polly, the usual early morning scramble involving three children of various dimensions, one loving husband, that's me, and the daily battles that get us out of the house on time. One of the kids has locked you out again. I'm trying to shave. Who are you talking to just now? Mrs. Pryor, she wanted to borrow some sugar and butter. Why do you let her get away with it? Some neighbor we've got thought that woman's an outright thief. Well, what I really wanted to know is what happened to this window? Where's the screen? It was all rusted, dear, and full of holes, so I gave it to Mr. Gonzalez to fix. Well, it's windy outside. Look at the dust and stuff blowing in here. Well, then put the window down. I tried. I suffocated. Well, then put it halfway down. All fell really there, you see. It still blows in. Diane, dear, help Flip and Midge get started on breakfast. Oh, and come to her, will you? Best shoes? Well, Midge can't possibly wear her school shoes, dear. She's worn them out. Again? Well, we'll find them somewhere, I suppose. Oh, and don't forget to leave me three dollars for Mr. Gonzalez. Three bucks for one little screen? I'll pay you out of next month's house money. That makes sixteen hundred and three dollars. You owe me out of next month's house money. You talk as though you don't trust me. Darling, I trust you with my life, my honor and my children, but not with three dollars for the simple reason I can't spare it. Oh, really? Phil, at times you have a very peculiar sense of humor. I don't see anything funny about it either. What's the idea? What idea? The five dollar bill on the window sill. The five dollar bill on... How did that get there? Well, you put it there. It certainly did not. That is not my money. If it were mine, I assure you... Not yours good, thank you, dear. Polly, I'm serious. The wind, the open window. Well, it just blew in. Well, I don't know where it came from, but I certainly know where it's going. It'll pay for the screen. Now, wait a minute. That five dollars belongs to somebody. Polly isn't ours, Polly. So how can you... It blew in our window, didn't it? I consider it heaven sent, and I'm not going to let you get noble about it. That can mean only one thing. You've gone through your house money again. That has nothing to do with it besides what's the difference today's payday? And tonight's our little budget hassle, too. Oh, not again, dear. We'll tackle it right after dinner and cook a good substantial meal. I'll need all my fortitude for your extraordinary bookkeeping. Just wipe that lather off your face and give me a kiss. You big bully! That evening we launched into our monthly struggle with economics. Midge and Flip promised not to make any noise, and Diane agreed to do the dishes. So the three of us sat down. Polly and I and the buddy. Oh, I don't mind doing this, dear, but it's just a waste of time. Now isn't it the bills have to be paid regardless? Item number one is milk. And there it is in black and white. Only eight dollars? Well, congratulations. That's much better than last month. Eighteen dollars, dear. The one sort of ran into the K in milk. Eighteen? Eighteen dollars for milk? Who bathes in it around here? We have three growing children, and it's good for them. Oh, I'm sorry, honey. It's only that I make so little. I want us to get ahead so I can open up my own office. We'll make it one of these days. I'm a pretty good accountant, Polly, and once I get started for myself, I'll... shoot us on a raft. What's this? What's what? Incidental expenses, nursery ten dollars. Well, um... Polly, don't tell me go. Well, I mean... Oh, are you crazy? Of course not. That's Mr. Piney, the nursery man. I bought some plants. Plants? Well, not exactly plants, dear. They're trees. Two nice little trees. They're only four feet tall now, but in a couple of years, oh, I thought you saw them. From now on, I'll bow to them. What kind of trees cost ten bucks? Well, I'm not sure, but you see, Mr. Piney got a shipment of something by mistake, and well, I don't really know, dear. Except that's why I got them so cheap. Two anonymous trees. Ten hard-earned bucks. But it isn't as though I bought them for myself. They're for all of us. And you know how I need to see things grow. What about needing to see our bankroll grow? What about our guns in the movies tonight? Flip, dear, you know Daddy and I are busy. I mean later when... I'm afraid not, Flip. We simply can't afford it. You might explain it to him, dear. We can't see the movies for the trees. Eartha, she brought in this time. All right, cats, come on, now drop it. Come on, drop it. Another mouse. Did you ever see a green mouse? But... What is it? Well, she had this all rolled up. Cat with a private income. Hey, Johnny, you can start charging this cat for room and board. Look. Anybody answered the doorbell? Where's my date? In here. Anything wrong here? Something wrong with the cat? Oh, take a look at this bill. Is this a good ten-dollar bill? Well, it's chewed up a little, but I... Well, I wish I had a bushel of them. What's it all about? Cat's never brought it in so we could all go to the movie. Come on, let's get our coats. Just a minute. If this bill is good, we've got to give it back. Give it back to home. The cat isn't anybody's money, dear. It came to us because we needed it. Polly, for heaven's sake. This morning we needed money for the screen, and we got it. And we need money now for Midge's shoes and a little entertainment. So here it is. Your mother, that just doesn't make sense. Your mother still believes in fairy tales. Of course I do, and it's high time life caught up with fairy tales. Come on, kids, we're going to the movie. A five-dollar bill in the morning and a ten-dollar bill at night, out of nowhere. Well, it was now the following evening. I was reading the paper Polly was sewing, Midge was playing with Kazen over the cat, and Flip was actually doing his homework. No problems for many, except I am... Oh, dear. He's been made one of the officials of the alumni desk. But that's good news. It's formal, mother. I haven't got anything to wear. What about your blue with the silver trim? Oh, mother. Take some... No, Polly. Well, now, just a little out of the Christmas party. No, Polly. Diane, I know mother's doing this for your sake. I also know that I am a tyrant. Yes, father. But from now on, we're not going to talk about money for a very simple reason that we don't have any. I'll take $19, please. Midge, I just said that we would not... Bill, for heaven's sake, she's just playing a game. What kind of a game? A play-a-stick. $35. Midge, honey, this is not playing money. This is real money. Now, where did you get it? Must have been someplace in the backyard. Bill, she's just a little girl. $15 yesterday and now $35. But whose money is this? It's all what is just as I said yesterday. We needed it, so it's here. It'll buy Diane's new dress. Polly, darling, you've got to find the rightful owner and give it back. I'll stop off at the police station in the morning and turn it in. And I suppose you're so disgustingly honest that you'll want to give back the other $15, too. Yes. But we've already spent it. Then it will have to come out of your house, man. Father, now really? Now look, both of you, we just don't spend money we haven't come by legitimately. What you're doing, Phillip Baxter, is snatching a dress right off your daughter's back. We'll drop this discussion right now. You're just a liar. You're the most. Polly, how much do we have in the Christmas fund? Now you just sit here and I'll get the little bank book. I think we have almost done. That afternoon as I was watering the lawn. And don't forget. And two little trees. You will be careful, won't you, Phillip? You won't water the leaves because the buds might fall off. What kind of trees have buds this time of year? But I told you, dear, even Mr. Piney doesn't know what kind they are. Oh, incidentally, did you, uh, stop off at the police station? I did. They probably thought you were crazy. Oh, no, they didn't. They thought I was a good citizen. What's more, I'll bet that right now somebody's come in and claimed it. Probably someone who needs it very badly. We're fixing the hem. I'll be right up here. Uh, don't forget. I was doing the driveway when a police car drew up to the kerf. I'll let you know it's been claimed. Good. Well, who needed it all that, huh? Sure looked like it. Never saw anyone so glad to pick up 50 bucks. They, uh, leave any name? Uh, yeah, Mrs. Polly Baxter. Ha. Yes. But at once, if you've got to yell, come in the house. I saw anywhere until you tell me why. Why did you go to that police station? Because the money is ours. That's insane. And we needed it very badly. There are some things I didn't want to tell you. Now I'll have to go back to the police and tell them my wife's a thief. I didn't, I didn't want to tell you because, well, you've been so worried already about money. I'll have to confess to them that my wife, my wife... I had to have her tonsils add noise out this coming week. And I thought that 50 dollars would help pay for it. Polly, will you please listen to me? No. You listen to me. Just spend a nickel and appreciate it about money which he hasn't got and can't get. Don't let me rot there. But the minute I get... What happens to me when you start to cry? Wrong, right. No, no, no. We've always talked these things over. Honey, just stop crying and calm down and we'll, we'll, we'll... Polly. Polly, look. Oh, no, no. European ones, mainly through the work of a citizen group in New York called Operation Democracy. One of the greatest ties of friendship has been made between American cities and towns in Holland. The people of the American cities supply their Dutch friends with clothing, food. And during the floods early in 1953, the Americans won the undying gratitude of the Hollanders for their health. These have raised money to send a community ambassador to visit the European town they've adopted, and the children keep up a two-way correspondence. To date, several hundred towns in the United States are in contact with others overseas, and the number is steadily increasing. These contacts include towns in 13 European countries, as well as Japan and Hawaii. Recently three more countries were added, Norway, Yugoslavia, and India. And arrangements have been started to include Turkey, Spain, and Peru. Americans in every walk of life have done something to satisfy their desire for international friendship. And you too can learn, as they did, that by helping others, you help your country. Now our producer, Mr. Cummings. Act two of it grows on trees starring Ginger Rogers as Polly, with Marsha Henderson as Diane, Greg Palmer as Ralph, and Ted DeCossia as Phil. I play in the backyard and ran into the house. I called the airport. No, no planes have been flying around dropping five and ten dollar bills. And just then Polly rushed in. Darling, this is no time for me to look. You won't believe me. You will think I'm crazy. The buds have opened. What's a little more important is where did that money come from? That's what I'm trying to tell you. The trillion dollar bills. Phil, you don't believe me. About the money. You are not to spend one cent of it. That is an order. But may just tonsils. We'll borrow on our insurance. Now, what did you do with the money? It's in the kitchen cupboard in the salad bowl. See that it stays there. There's some more of it in the cookie jar. Quite a bit more. Polly, you're not to mention this to a soul. Not until I've figured out something. Just as you say, dear. Oh my, but this is fine. I don't know how much money rested in our kitchen cupboard that night. All I know is that by that time, I still hadn't reached any sort of a sensible conclusion. It's a lovely night, Phil. Did you notice how bright the stars are? One thing is certain. No one is just throwing money away. Polly, have you heard of anyone else finding money? And such a big yellow moon. Are you listening? Of course, dear. They couldn't have found any. Why couldn't they have? Because I would... I would have heard about it. Well, just give it to charity or something. Good night, honey. How's it did? Suppose it did what? Fall out of the trees or grow on trees. Oh, Polly, please. Well, could we spend it? Of course not. Look, honey, I'm awfully tired. Why couldn't we spend it? Of course, it wouldn't be money issued by the government. But if it looked like the government had issued it, I mean, supposing you couldn't tell. Money like that could upset the monetary balance of the United States. It could cause a lot of trouble for a lot of people, including us. Well, I don't see why. It wouldn't be legal. That's why. Now, please go to sleep. It's legal. What if peaches got to do with it? Well, if someone grew peaches on a tree and then he sold them and got money for them, the government wouldn't object to that, would they? No, they would not object. Well, then why would they object if someone found or grew money and exchanged it for peaches? It's the same thing the other way around. Well, isn't it? I am taking this pillow. I am placing it firmly over my face and I am going to sleep. Just one more question. I promise that's all. Yes, dear. What's the name of the secretary of the treasury? And both trees are growing money. The garage is in the shade and produces $5, but the other one gets full sun and grows $10 bills, with some of the money. I'm a little puzzled since my husband who that money that grows on trees is not legal is she ate your opinion very much because if the money She's from the beginning? Yes, sir. Dear Mrs. Baxter, in reply to your very interesting and unusual communication, may I say that if you are in possession of trees which produce the currency of our country and if it meets all our standards, it is my opinion that the money is perfectly legal. You're joking, aren't you, sir? Well, no, I'm not. If her money meets all the standards, what's wrong with that? Sorry, Mr. Murchison. Now, a new paragraph. If you could send us some cuttings from your money trees, perhaps we could plant them in back of the White House. She's the president, I'm sure, since he would no longer have to send budget requests to Congress. A procedure which he frequently finds very discouraging. Thanking you in advance, I remain in touch with her. Mr. Murchison, are you really going to send this? Why, that poor woman's liable to take it seriously. Just as seriously as I take the information that money grows on trees. Bye. Now, type it up. I was waiting for it from Washington. You got friends in Washington? Since you're my nicest neighbor, you got any extra milk? Sorry, we used it all at breakfast. Be good without milk. Cheese of yours. What about them? You've been covering them up so careful with those old sheets. Seems to me very delicate, you know. It was a secret between her and the United States Treasury. Else to think about. Our daughter, Diane, announced her engagement to Ralph. What are you doing? He's making a very nice salary now, but fit, children. Now, now, honey. We weren't much older. We managed to grow up, didn't we? Now, what about the wedding? Oh, well, we'll have a church wedding, of course, and the reception at the country club, and we can rent the ballroom, and I think the bridesmaid should wear taffeta. Yep, taffeta. We should have ushered. No, no, no. Slow down. There's some ridiculous custom that the father of the bride pays the bills, although custom evades the question as to how the poor guy gets the money. Oh, money. I wouldn't have brought it up, except that next month, you're going to be handling ours all by yourself. Phil. Yes, the firm's sending me to Baltimore. I leave Saturday. I'm happy about it. It's one of our biggest clients, dear, and if they like me, well, this could be the opening wedging setting up for myself. Phil, oh, I have a wonderful idea. By the time you get back, the kids will be ready to get married, and they'll go off on their honeymoon, and we'll go, too. With what? With the moon with midget flip. You've always wanted to go to Hawaii. Now, now, come on into the kitchen, and I'll make some coffee. I'll make some sense, too, while you're at it. If you only knew how much sense I was making. The hair that you have left... Let me tell you something, the real reason why I married you. Oh? Not because you're so pretty. Not even because of all that personality. No, I married you for your brains. They disturbed me then, and they disturbed me now more than ever. Don't just wait. You'll be so proud of me. You'll... To Baltimore, as I later discovered, Polly went to the bank. A little visit to our prospective son-in-law. Good money, Ralph. $1,718, and that pays our mortgage off in full. Well, good for you, Mrs. Paxley. I'm nervous because I had a little windfall. Yes, I see. It looks more like a hurricane to me. I bet I know exactly where you got this money. You do? You've been holding out on Mr. Baxter, haven't you? You know a few bucks here and there out of the budget? Oh, every woman does it. You want to know how I figured this out? I'm dying to know. Well, you brought in cash, and all fives and tens. If you'd held out anything bigger, he'd have got suspicious. You know, Ralph, I'm awfully glad Diane's going to marry you. Well, thank you. Now, let's see. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. I've got so many things to do today. Oh, shopping now? Oh, yes, in a way. Well, I have to have the house painted, and we need a new picket fence, and I think Midge and Flip should have a new television set. Oh, take it easy, Mrs. Baxter. You can't grow this kind of cabbage, you know. Oh, I'm not so sure about that. Didn't Diane tell you? I have a green thumb. It was all I could do to recognize my house, freshly painted, a new fence. I couldn't understand it. I couldn't understand Polly either when I walked in. Dear. I lived here, remember? Well, I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow, dear. Tomorrow? I was due home yesterday. Hi, darling. Oh, I'm so glad to see you. But if you were due home yesterday, where were you? I might have worried. Well, you should have. I was in jail. Fail? Along with 20 drunks. You weren't drinking. Drinking. That's only a misdemeanor. I'm in the big time. I got jug for passing counterfeit money. But where could you have picked up counterfeit money? Polly, remember, before I left, I gave you my expense check. I asked you to get it cashed for me. As long as I live, I'll never understand it. Anyway, the night before last, I took the client out for dinner, drinks, steaks, brandy, the works. Fortunately, he had to leave early, so I had another brandy, and then I asked for the check. Incidentally, what's been going on here? The house? I don't get it. I'll tell you all about that later, dear, to just tell me about you. Well, I pulled out my wallet, all fives and tens, remember, and then the darnedest thing I ever saw. What? One of the tens broke right in half. Another ten was kind of curled around the edges. When I tried to straighten it out, it just crumbled the bits. And the five dollar bill, well, it just curled up and in sort of granulated. Granulated? I looked in my wallet again, and it was full of crumbly bits of stuff like dust and ashes. No, no, no, it isn't possible. That's what I told the cops when they came for me. The client had to spring me. Here, here, just look in my wallet. You see? I'm going to take it down to the bank in the morning and see if I can't get them to replace the money. Now, uh, what about the kids? Are they all right? Oh, just find her. They'll be home soon. And what about all this redecorating? Bill, you must be awfully tired. Why don't you take a shower in a nice, long nap? Well, I am kind of bush-made. I won't even call you for supper. Polly, you know what that stuff in my wallet reminds me of? Dead leaves. Dead leaves? Now, you tell me, how could that happen to me? I wouldn't adjust it. Polly, I have here a stack of bills I found upstairs. Oh, but they're not bills, dear. They've all been paid. You just didn't look. I looked, washing machine, television, set, painting, fence, draperies, all paid in full. But how? What with? Oh, well, not now, dear. There's something I want to see on the back porch. It'll keep. I hope so. What I want to know is where? Is where I got the money for everything. Well, I just can't tell you. I got it honestly and legally only. Only you'd say it wasn't, and you'd want me to stop spending it or give it back. If you can't get it back, I'm not spending it or give it back. If you came by it honestly, why should I object? Because you're... Well, you got to give me time to... You sure you wouldn't like a little sardine sandwich or a nice... Well, next time we'll just have to wait. But he's trying to break off our engagement, which is just simply fine with me. New money. Any kind of money, let alone that. Well, Mr. Sleamish, he's the bank manager. Well, he demoted me on account of the money. He said that you were what she said, I said, Mrs. Baxter, honestly. And I wouldn't tell him who you were. Oh, dear, oh, dear. I only said the money you gave me to pay off the mortgage was, well, it was sort of funny, Mrs. Baxter. You mean the installment on the mortgage, son? Oh, no, sir, in full. Paid it off in full. Only it wasn't any good. What was wrong with it? Well, sir, it crumbled. Mr. Sleamish didn't like that at all. Crumbled, sort of granulated? Yes, sir. I never saw anything like that in my life. Proud Proud, not five and ten dollar bills. How did you know? I have moments of clairvoyance. Well, I guess I started something all right. I just don't know what to say, believe me. But if anything happened to me and Diane, and if this wasn't going to be my family, well, I just couldn't take it. Well, Polly, don't you think it's about time you told me where you got this unhappy money? It grows on our trees. I beg your pardon. It does. On the trees I bought from Mr. Piney. Your expense check? I didn't cash it at the bank. I cashed it at the trees. And I suppose the chief teller there is a woodpecker. Which the 4-H clubs of America had in mind when they began sponsoring the International Farm Youth Exchange. The main purpose of the IFYE is to select young farmers or those who've majored in university agricultural courses whom they send abroad for short periods to work with the people and promote understanding and friendship. Last summer, for example, three young California farmers were chosen to spend four to five months in Ecuador. While there, they visited farms, discussed agriculture with the people, and lent what assistance they could. The work of these grass-roots ambassadors, as they are called, is voluntary. For although their trips are sponsored by the 4-H clubs in their neighborhood, the major portion of their expenses is paid by the young farmers themselves. Their work can in no way be considered charity because they learn as much from people in other countries as those people learn from them. Yes, members of the International Farm Youth Exchange have learned the secret of international understanding that by helping others, you help your country. Station Identification This is on Act 3 of It Grows On Trees starring Ginger Rogers as Polly with Marsha Henderson as Diane, Greg Palmer as Ralph, and Ted DeCossia as Phil. She took a blanket off her washbasket. It was full of money. Say a word until I've finished. All right, you see all this money? Well, something's happening to it. The bills are drying up. I suppose I could complain to Mr. Piney. Please, Polly, don't. After all, it's only a plan. You yourself said it reminded you of dead leaves. Anyway, I don't think they're quite dead. I've been sprinkling them with a little cool spray. Like they do lettuce at the market? Oh, good, good. All right, the Treasury Department again. That nice, Mr. Merchison. You'll work again? Of course I wrote them. That's how I found out it was legal. This time, I'll ask if there isn't some preservative to keep them alive. After all, that's why we pay taxes, isn't it? Well, now, we'll walk out into the backyard. Yes, dear. Oh, I know exactly how you feed them. When I found out that the trees had money growing on them, well, believe me, it was quite a shock. But you'll get used to the idea, just like I did. Now, now, prepare yourself, dear. You've never seen anything like this tree before. I'll just throw off the sheet, and there before your eyes is a genuine 100 percent. Take it to me, too. Now, what about the other one? The kitchen cabinet. The money, he said. That's just what it is. That's just what he said. He even asked me to send them some cuttings for the White House. And if you think a man like Mr. Lurk... Paulie frantically searched for the letter, but, of course, there was no letter. Sweetheart, of course. And if you... I hope so, but she wouldn't take a letter. Now, would she? Who called her? Listen to me. And she's taken some of the money, too. Now I'm counted it right. I even... Mrs. Pryer dropped in at the bank. Ralph just happened to observe her. Naturally, he called his... I get her lawyer. You... Where these five and ten dollar bills came from. Is this money legal? Well, it just so... But this letter's addressed to... to Mrs. Philip Baxter. Thank you to step back in my office. I'm going to get to the bottom of it. And don't you worry. If I don't come back, dear, explain it to Father, will you? I'm Mrs. Polly Baxter, and I've come here about Ralph Bowen. You've thrown him in that... Lady. Well, you can just go back there and let him out at once. I gave him that money. Listen to me. It is not phony. It just happens to be dying. You see, when I gave that money to Mr. Bowen, a growing thing that all... Cotton, what was a growing thing, lady? The money. It grows on my... and doesn't believe me, but it's true. Lady, you may be running a little temperature. You maybe don't feel so good. I feel fine, and I demand that you release Ralph... By morning, you could have raped her in any part of the... What's she done? Nothing. She's waiting for Ralph. They're... They're going to let him out on bail. Well, where do we go from here, Polly? Well, now that you ask me... Never mind, old cell, and you can double up with Mrs. Pryor. That doesn't sound right. Oh, my... Mr. Murchison from the Treasury Department, Mr. Leatherby from the Internal Revenue, and Dr. Burrow's botanical research. Well, gentlemen, this is a great honor, I'm sure. At the risk of sounding rude, Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, it's my opinion that this whole thing is a hoax. These two trees... They don't even look capable of growing leaves, let alone money. What's your opinion, Dr. Burrow? Well... Well, they're probably deciduous, Mr. Murchison, which means they lose their foliage this late in the season. Oh, no, no, no. It was all Mrs. Pryor. She picked them there. Well, you must have read her confession. It was in all the newspapers. Polly, please. Mrs. Baxter, do you actually believe these trees grow money? Of course. Very curious. In all my experience, I've never run across this particular species. You see, the buds, well, they're just like tulips. Ah. And when they open inside, each was a lovely little green $10 bill, and on that one, $5 bill. Fascinating. Oh, we've got to put a stop to this, Mrs. Baxter, and you're the only one who can do it. But how? By issuing a statement that was all a deliberate hoax. Oh, but I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be the truth. Besides, Mr. Merchison, if she did, well, there's the letter you signed. You not only condoned, you also encouraged, which makes you an accessory and equally culpable. I am not going to let you make Mrs. Baxter your scapegoat. Thank you, dear. That was very nice of you. Mr. Baxter, have you actually seen money on those trees? No, but my wife and I've had her nearly 20 years, and I should know her by now, is an honest woman. And if she says her tree is grow money, then her tree is grow money. But, my dear sir, it sounds like a... Like a wish come true, and that's exactly what it was. And that's what makes life so full of wonder. Does anyone know what she's talking about? I'm talking about wonder. Personally, I wouldn't want to live in a world without it, and the world does have it, you know. It's just full of wonder, except people forget. Or even when they grow up, they meet it and they call it phony and fake. Gentlemen, gentlemen, I have a wonderful news. Well, borrows, what is it? I reexamined the trees, and one of them, the $10 tree, is...is expecting. It has a fund on it. My days, Mr. Murchison, oh my, if the weather will only stay nice and mild like this for a few days. Oh, it will, it just... So what happened? It got wet and colder, rain and frost. Dr. Borrows kept his patient as warm as he could, but on the fifth day, he staggered in with a bullet. I'm afraid it's Moribund, Mr. Murchison. An extremist. What's that mean in English? The bud is dying. Phil? Pardon me, please. I think I'll make a bone ball. If anybody wants me, I'd be outside. I'm still crying, you know. Mr. Murchison made several calls. An hour later, a delegation of reporters and photographers crowded into our living room. And now, gentlemen, I can give you the statement you've waited for so patiently. The bud has proved to be a washout. This not only vindicates us, but it takes the case out of the realm of abracadabra and makes it instead the willful passing of illegal money. Now, I spoke to the attorney and said, Mr. Polly, back to your attorney. Oh, in the bedroom. It's going to be perfectly dreamy. Won't you please? Isn't, young love, just wonderful. Now, all you gentlemen say right here, I'm sure you'd like some coffee. I'll have it made. What's wonderful about it, borough? Something like miraculous has happened. I've never seen anything like it before. Like what? Well, as you know, the bud was in very bad shape this morning. Quite hopeless, in fact. You told us that an hour ago. Is that it was also in a very critical condition last night. So, I plucked it off. And all night, I... and the warmth of my body underneath the blanket with my money-bud. But I've got it right here. Well, let's open it. Stand back, everyone. Stand back, please. Steady, Polly, steady, girl. All right. Hopefully, Dr. borough has opened the bud. And so, help me. There inside was a tiny ten-dollar bill. Who says Wall Street panics? Merchison admits three gross session and money crisis. Mr. Merchison and company held another little session in our living room. Thanks, Mrs. Baxter. Won't do it off. No, indeed. I'm afraid that now you'll have to pay the regular income tax. Well, don't worry, gentlemen. We should have a new crop by March the 15th. We'll pay in cash. This isn't fair. All we have to do is appropriate the trees by due process of law. But according to the Bill of Rights, Mr. Leatherby, no private property may be taken for public use without just compensation. Well, naturally, with pay. How much and with what? With money? We grow our own. To me, that is your patriotic duty to give up those trees so we can destroy them. They're a menace to the economy of our country. I never intended keeping them, and I've never approved of using the money. My wife will confirm that. We can have them then? Just a minute. You've pushed my wife around, and I don't like that. You've called her names, too. All right, we apologize. Don't we? Well, there's something else. What did you call it, Phil? Just compensation. What about just compensation? Well, just that the money I spent will have to be replaced, and we haven't got it. We'll take care of that, Mrs. Baxter. Of course we will. How much? $2,904. I have a full account of everything right here, gentlemen. My husband is a certified public accountant in business for himself now. You will have the money today. Now, where's Borough's? He'll have to prepare the trees for shipment to Washington. I'm right here. Oh, this is terrible, Mrs. Baxter. Simply terrible. What now? It's all my fault. I went to the hotel to write my report to the Institute, and I... I quite forgot what the weather was like outside and the trees. Dad? I'm afraid so, Mrs. Baxter. Oh, this is the end, gentlemen. Just as the gentleman left, a delivery boy arrived, a package for... And you know what? All it cost me was $6.40. Polly, what is that thing? What is it? Antique lamps. $6.40, Polly. Honey, won't you ever understand just because something is cheap that doesn't mean... Well, you just wait and see. Oh, I admit it's a little tarnished and battered maybe, but my goodness, once I clean it up, please don't scold me today. I'm not scolding you. I know how you feel about those trees, but really, Polly, wasn't it all for the best wonder and enchantment? Well, they just don't fit in with everyday life. No more than this crummy old lamp. Yes, dear, but as long as I've got it. Okay, clean it up, have fun. See you later, sweetheart. Well, if that isn't just like a man, just because it's a little messy, just because it has a dancer to... Why, it's a beautiful little lamp. It won't take a minute to clean it. I'll just take this old call cloth and I'll start rubbing it and shining it. Smoke? It's starting to smoke. Was a civilian employee and simply couldn't afford the costly treatments that would be necessary to help his little girl, the two sergeants. They got up entertainments, collected donations, and, well, soon every enlisted man, officer, and civilian worker around the place was in on the project. They raised $4,300, enough to fly the little girl to the United States and provide treatments at Warm Springs, Georgia. You and your friends today are shaping our world, Mr. Cummings, and our star. And we welcome Ginger Rogers to our footlights for a just-to-deserve curtain call. I would like to add a word from Marcia and Greg. I think they were wonderful. We're always happy to give a boost to our young players and watch them rise to stardom. Now, how about your play for next week, Irving? Our play for next week was first a Broadway success, then made into an excellent picture by J. Arthur Rank in England, and released here by Universal International. It's the Browning version. And as our stars, we have invited one of the most beloved couples in Hollywood, Ronald Coleman and Benita Yu. Appearing with the Colmans will be Hugh O'Brien from Universal International. Oh, I wouldn't miss a combination like that. Good night, Irving. Good night. We had a wonderful time. This is Ken Carpenter inviting you to join us next week at this same time for another presentation of the Hollywood Radio Theatration of the United States Armed Forces Radio and Television Service.