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DeMille greetings from Hollywood ladies and gentlemen it's you who make stars and you made Shirley's temple temple a star long before she knew what a star was a few years ago and she was just learning the mysteries of spelling which I've never been able to sell she tried her newfound knowledge on signs along the street much to her astonishment the letters on a theater marquee spelled her own name and she couldn't imagine how it got there tonight that name shines an hour marquee with the title of the play Captain January adapted from one of Shirley's most successful pictures for a 20th century fox it's the story of a little girl named star and a lovable old salt named Captain January and a what happened when fate tried to pull them apart but with Charles Winninger and Jean Lockhart on Shirley's side fate has a tough assignment of course we can't please all the people all the time but I'm inclined to think we'll hit a new high tonight and who knows perhaps everyone in our audience will imitate the lady who has just written us saying thank you very much for last week's play and for a wonderful team of stars I enjoyed them immensely and I think I'll buy an extra package of Lux Flakes just to please you I'm grateful to the lady and our answer is that of course our decision pleases us but best of all we know it's going to please her just as the play did and that's always a safe prediction whether it's the very first package of Lux Flakes that someone has bought or the hundred and first now we're off for the New England shore and the stirring drama of Captain January you'll hear Shirley Temple as the little girl whose name is star Charles Winninger as Captain January and Jean Lockhart as Captain Nazarro the curtain rises on Act One was a biting winter gale lashing the rocky coast of Maine withing the dull green sea into a white frenzy of foam somewhere in this mad mountainous world a sailing vessel rolls and pitches a dexa wash beneath the heavy seas in the last desperate plea for mercy she lifts us far to the black sky but mercy is denied with a groan and a shudder the gallant craft slips downward to her grave Give back! Give back! The Hunters are fit to have the storm down with our hands! He found a small boat in the sea just off Great Rock he dragged it up on the beach. You mean a boat from the Hunters? Yes, sir. And there was someone in it. Where is he now at Great Rock? Yes, sir. I'll take you there, sir. Never mind. I'll find him myself. I did, sir, but it's too late. She's gone. He? Who? A passenger off the Hunters. Then a drift half the day in an open boat. Come over this way, sir. May heaven rest his hold. I've been dead for hours. I, sir, died saving the little one she did in her arms around her keeping the warmth of life in her. The little one? Was there someone else? Look here, sir, under the tarpaulin warm and snug. Why, it's a child. Her baby, sir, smiling like a little angel. That's the way she was when I took her from her mother's arms. Captain, we'll have to bring this child up to the village at once. Please, sir, if it's all the same to you, I'll just bring her along to my place. Your place? I hardly think a life house is the proper place for a child camp. Why not, sir? I'm cozy up there and you see, well, sir, it's like she was delivered into my hands. Like the Lord might have asked me to take care of her for a while. To sort of watch over her until he'd made his plans for her. You're a good man, Captain. All right, take her along to the lighthouse. If anyone inquires after her in the village, I'll let you know. Thank you, sir. Up you go, child. Wait, did you find anything that might give us a clue as to who this child is? No, sir. Only this locket. It was held tight in the woman's hand and that reminds me, she'll have to have a name, won't she? What kind of a name is there for a baby girl washed up on a stormy beach with the weather clearing as she comes to shore and the evening star peeping out from behind the clouds? Hey! That's it! Star! That's your name, child. We'll call you Star! I don't believe it. Sit down, Cap. Coffee, coming up. Ain't you forgetting something? I don't think so. Let's see. I made my bed. I brush my teeth. I brush my present. No breakfast yet, and she wants her present. How do you know you've got a present? You always give me a present. I give you a spank for every year, too, when you have that. Not now, Cap. After breakfast. I feel tougher after breakfast. All right, you can pick your own time. But don't you go slipping any shingles in the seat of your britches like the last time? That spankin' hurt me more than it did you. Honest, Cap. I didn't know there was a nail in it. It's been a long time, hasn't it, Cap? A long time? I mean, since you and me shipped together. Nine years today, Star. That's why you're having your birthday. But I must be more than nine years old. I may be eleven or so. I don't know exactly. For all we know, maybe I'm thirty, huh? Maybe, but it's highly improbable. Cap, what did I look like when you fished me out of the water? I had to wring you out and hang you up to dry. Tell me all about the storm again? Now, now, now. You've heard about that storm every birthday. But it gets to be a bigger storm every time you tell it. How many miles did you swim towing the lifeboat with me in your teeth? I had the toe rope in my teeth, not you. Last time you told me it was me. Well, you're old enough. Do you ever get lonely here? Lonely? It ain't much of a life for a lass living in a lighthouse. Who ever I want. No company? Huh? Why, I was thinking maybe, maybe this ain't the right kind of a life for a youngster. Maybe you ought to go away somewhere. Would you like to, Star? No, I wouldn't. But if you say that just once more, I will go away. And I won't come back either. Oh, Cap, you're always talking about my going away. Don't you know by now that I'm never going to leave here? I'd just like to make sure once in a while that I'm doing right. That you really want to stay, that's all. Oh, I do. I do. And that's the end of it. Understand? All right, honey. That's the end of it. Here now. I'd like to have your birthday present. Oh, Cap, what is it? There. You like it? Why? It's a rocket. Oh, it's beautiful. Where'd you get it, Cap? It was in your poor mother's hand the night I found you. There's a picture inside. Here, I'll open it for you. I can do it. Is that my mother? I reckon it is, Lass. Your mother and you, it must have been taken soon after you were born. She... she was very beautiful, wasn't she? I... and you're a lot like her. I've saved it all these years till I thought you were big enough to know what it was and to take care of it. I will, Cap. I'm going to keep this forever and ever. Thanks, Cap. Cap says I look just like her. That's funny, isn't it, Imogen? I mean me being beautiful. But you never can tell, can you, Imogen? I might go off to be beautiful. After all, I'll bet you weren't so much to look at when you were my age. But you're beautiful now, Imogen, and I love you very much. Well, what do you say? That's better. Hurry up, Imogen. Cap's waiting. If you're hurry, I... Morning, star. Morning, Cap and Jack. Hello, this time. Captain Nazro. Happy birthday. Thanks. Sir, you coming over to the lighthouse tonight, Captain Nazro? Well, don't know. Tana ain't invited me yet. Well, I'm inviting you right now. You come on over. Captain and I are having a surprise party all by ourselves. All right, but you better warn him I'm coming. Don't worry. I'll tell him to behave. See you tonight, Captain. I'll be there. What can I do for you? We need another case of brass polish. Better send it over right away. And don't forget what we get off for being government. Be there tomorrow, star. Tomorrow? We need it today. Well, I'll try. But there's a lot of summer folks up here already keeping me up. I'll do the best I can. All right. Say, how much are these lollipops? Three cents a piece. Three cents? What about the government discount? Oh, sorry. Two cents for you, star. Thanks. So long, Mr. Cobb. So long. Oh, Mr. Cobb. Yes, Miss Morgan? Who was that little girl? Star, why? She's Captain January's girl. She's a lighthouse keeper. I see. I wonder why I haven't seen her in school. Well, I guess the teacher who was here before wasn't very strict about things like that. Yes, I know. That's why she isn't here now. I think I'll go and have a talk with that child. I said I had to go home. Good for you. Now go on. What happened then? Well, one thing led to another. And the next thing I know, she had me by the ear dragging me along the street. She did, eh? Well, what did you do? Well, one thing led to another thing. And the next thing you know, why? She sat down. On the chair? No, on the street. How'd that happen? I don't know. I can't figure it out. She tripped, eh? Well, what'd she say then? Well, I didn't wait to hear. I didn't think I'd better. I just ran. Good idea. Well, forget about it. She can't do anything mean to us, can she? Of course not. Remember, I work for the government. I am the government here. Yes, but I think she's government, too. Well, don't worry. This is your birthday. All right, Cap. Who's there? Open up and find out. Oh, it's Captain Nazzle. Nazzle. Evening. Blind my eyes, can't I even give a birthday party around here without you marching in? Pipe down, you can't. I won't miss I didn't come to see you. Here, honey. Here's your present. Oh, thank you. Look, Cap, another present. Hmm, a present. Ain't much, honey. I bet it ain't. Oh, look. It's a doll. A doll. Well, well, a doll. Well, well, what of it? Oh, it's beautiful, Captain Nazzle. Thank you very much. Cap, you're going to invite Captain Nazzle to the stage of the party, aren't you? Well, I wasn't counting on it, but since he's here, sit down and have a look. Good. I'll pick the place for you. Whether you was counting on it or not, I'm here. And I'm going to stay for a while. Oh, you are, are you? Yes, I am. It's time I was doing a little inspecting around this here lighthouse. They must have been daft in Washington appointing you an inspector. Are you to know the difference between a telescope and a tar barrel? The way you handle them, I guess there ain't any. Look at that blast work. Well, it's a matter with it. It's dirty. Eh, it is not. The brass was clean until you rubbed your dirty gloves on it. Why, you fog-bound old derelict? If it wasn't my host, I'd fire you right now. Yeah, and if I wasn't, if you wasn't, I guess I'd quit. How many of you get an arm for a change? Eh. Here, Captain Nazzle. You sit right there. Thank you, sir. And you here, Cap? Eh. Hey, what's that thing there? What do you think it is? It's a kid, Captain Nazzle. Isn't it nice? Mm, right pretty. Cap made it all himself. Oh, he did. Then I guess I'll just eat the candles. Now listen here, you no-good deswap. Cap, stop it. Now you sit right down and behave yourself. Come in. The door's open. Good evening. Oh, my goodness. Cap, it's stormy weather. The school teacher. Which one of you is Captain January, please? I'm Captain January. I'm Mrs. Morgan, the new teacher here. Oh, sit down, ma'am. Thank you. Captain January, why isn't this child in school? Well, I was aiming to send her next year. What you are aiming to do is of no importance. We have a compulsory education law in this state that this child is old enough. How does she know how old I am? We don't even know ourselves. Don't be impudent. But I didn't mean to be impudent. Captain January, this child is being brought up entirely without control. She's rude, disrespectful. She's being raised like an ignorant little heathen. Remember that this child is adopted, and it is well within the power of the school authorities to have her taken from you and sent to an institution if you fail to raise her properly. Taken from me? Why? Wait a minute, Mrs. Morgan. I don't hold none with this mildewed old pirate. But when you say Star has been brought up ignorant, you're talking through your crow's nest. Why, she reads writing and writes down reading better than any 11-year-old on this coast. Why, you mean better than any 11-year-old? There ain't a 13- or 14-year-old here from here to Newfoundland that knows as much as Star. Oh, no, any 15-year-old, any. Where does that go? 16 or 17. Say, maybe I am 30. You talk about neglect, Mrs. Morgan. Why, I've been learning her from the best two books there is. The Bible and Boddish. And just watch his Boddish, please. You never heard of Boddish? Why, it's one of the greatest books ever written. American practical navigation by Nathaniel Boddish. Navigation. Fine reading for a girl of her age. Any objection to the Bible? Let me tell you, Karen. And let me tell you, ma'am. There ain't better reading in the world than the Bible and the Boddish. They both learn you to steer a straight course. I didn't come here to discuss reading, Madam. Please have a report to the schoolhouse for an examination next Tuesday. The school board will determine whether or not she's being neglected. And since you seem to think she has the intelligence of a child of 13, we'll call her 13 and give her the test for that age. Wait. Maybe, maybe I'm only 10 or so. I'll stand on 13. Very well. Tuesday morning, please. Good night. Cap, what was she talking about? An institution. Don't worry your head about that. Nazra. Yeah. I'd like to speak to you for a minute. But, Cap, the party... It's something about the light star. We'll be right down. Come on up to the light, Nazra. Well, you certainly are a lover, Janery. What was the idea of insisting that star was as smart as a girl of 13? Well, she is, ain't she? Sure, but why make it tough for yourself? Well, I reckon I did put my foot in it. I'm afraid you did. After all, star doesn't even belong to you, you know? That's what I said. You got no legal right to her. You never even adopted her. She's more than adopted. She's part of me. That's all right. But take the law. When you fished her out of the water, you should have turned her over to the authorities or tried to find out if she'd had any folks anywhere. I did try. Yes, you did. Well, I tried for a while. I couldn't keep trying forever. Anyway, she has no folks. They're all dead. How do you know? I never come for her. No one's ever asked for her. And you're just hoping they never will. What business is it of yours? She's mine. She's mine. And nobody's going to ever take her from me. Lobsters? Get your lobsters. Lobster's hair right in the water. But don't tell anybody. No way, please. I want to just take one home and try it. Go ahead. I'm sorry, but I'm living at the hotel. You see, I'm a tourist too. Oh, I didn't mean that. He was just getting fresh. I know. I was standing over there watching you. I wonder... I wonder if you'd tell me something. Sure, what? I wonder if you'd tell me where you got that lock at your wedding. That? Oh, Cap gave me that. Cap? Yes, he's my father. Cap's in January. Your father? I see. Laura, where have you been? I want to buy some lobsters. Lobsters? What for? It's all right, lady. I don't want you to buy them if you can't use them. Oh, real little native, aren't you? No, sir. I wasn't born here if that's what you mean. You weren't? Oh, where were you born? I don't know. That sounds sort of funny, doesn't it? But you said your father... Cap? Well, he's not really my father. I just call him that. You see, he found me and... Well, what are you looking at me that way for? Go on, dear. What were you saying? I wasn't saying anything. I... I gotta go home now. I'm late. Excuse me. Wait! Your lobsters! Don't be all right. Bye! Laura, what is it? You look as if... Laura, are you ill? Bruce, listen to me. That child... I must know who she is. Find out for me. I must know her name. Mr. DeMille and our stars, Shirley Temple, Charles Bunan, and Jeanne Lockhart, return in a moment with Act 2 of Captain January. But first, let's go eavesdropping in a tiny apartment where a young bride is celebrating her birthday. Hello, darling. I just came up to say happy birthday. Well, Ellen, how nice! I can't stay a minute. Oh, but do let me show you the present Ted gave me. This lovely house coat. Gorgeous. And that stunning brooch. Is that from Ted too? This? Oh, no, I got this for myself. So, spending Ted's heart earned dollars. Dollar is nothing. You'd expect to pay a dollar, but it cost 15 cents. Yes, that's the amazing bargain the makers of Lux Flakes are offering you for a limited time. A beautiful Gone With The Wind brooch for 15 cents and the opening tab from a large box of Lux. It's quite different from the Scarlet O'Hara brooch, which was so popular when we offered it last fall. Even lovelier. 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I'll repeat these directions for you later on in this broadcast. But now, here's our producer, Mr. DeMille. Act two of Captain January with Shirley Temple as Star, Charles Winninger as Captain January and Jean Lockhart as Captain Nazro. A few days have passed and Tuesday has rolled round. Faithful Tuesday when Star has to appear before the school board for her examination. In January, nothing of her meeting with the lady on the mainland. So the captain's only worry is how to help Star pass. Alone in the lighthouse he studies a book of grammar but he's brow is furrowed with deep lines as he struggles with the conjugation of the verb to be. I was, you were. He was, we were. You were, they was, were. Uh, that can't be right. Something's all mixed up here. Oh, I didn't go to school instead of running away to see. Oh, hello, hello. What are you doing, Cap? Nothing. I thought you were going to help me with my examination. I am, I am. Let's see. How about starting off with a little grammar? Grammar? Oh, grammar? No, no, no, no. They won't ask you anything about grammar. We'll begin with the arithmetic. Uh, recite the multiplication by five table. That's kid stuff. You've got to make it tougher than that. All right. We'll do the seven table. Go ahead. Cap, that's for babies. Eight years old, Cap. Eight years old? Eight years old and they know the multiplication by seven table? Sure they do. Never heard of it until I was 23. All right, all right. Uh, we'll skip the arithmetic. Now let's get on to geography. I like that. Now, here we go. Now, if you were sailing from Boston Harbor to China, to what point of the compass would you turn your nose on the second day out? Cap, I don't think that's the way they ask them. No? Why not? Well, Captain Nazro says. Nazro? Nazro? Always Nazro. Did I hear my name mentioned? Hello, Captain. Sit down. What do you want? Nothing with you, you desiccated old crawfish. But I thought I'd come and help Star with the examination. You being so illiterate. Me illiterate? I can spell you down, write you down, read you down, and figure you down. And I can do it with my hands tied behind my back. No, you couldn't. You need your fingers to count on. Here's that so. I'll bet you you can't count over ten without taking your shoes off. Look, fellas. I don't like to interfere with your fun. But fighting isn't going to help me pass this test. She's right. But this might help. What is it? Well, you see, Star, I figured it might help things along if we knew the questions they was going to ask. Now, this here is the examination paper. I, uh, borrowed it from the school room. Captain Nazro, that's cheating. It is? Of course it is. Isn't it, Cap? Well, well, well, it's a very delicate point. We'll talk about it later on. Let's see that paper, Nazro. Yeah. Now, Star, the first question, if a field is eighty-seven and a half rods long and forty-three and a quarter rods wide, what is the length of the diagonal drawn from the northeast corner to the southwest corner? Prove it. Well, what's the answer? What's the answer, Nazro? Well, how much is a rod? How many fathoms? Would it do you any good to know? No. Well, then keep quiet. Uh, prove that heat expands. Wait a minute. What's that? That's the second question. We didn't get the answer to the first one. Well, we're skipping the first one. Prove that heat expands. Prove that heat expands. What does it mean? Why, it means prove that heat makes things bigger. Well, let's see. Sure it does. Look, it's hot in the summertime, isn't it? Well, the days are longer than summers and they aren't winter. Well? Well, that sounds logical to me. Hundred percent. Say, this isn't so tough. What's number three? Write down from memory the quality of mercy speech from the merchant of Venice. The quality of mercy is not strained. Is that all? I think it goes on from there. Maybe, but my memory doesn't. Uh, this is a put-up job. That old hatchet face of a school teacher is trying to frame us. Hey, let me see that paper. There's no child of 13 could answer this stuff. I can't answer it myself. Wait, wait. I think I've made a mistake. What? This is a high school examination. High school? So you can't even steal proper. I didn't know. I picked it up in the school room. It's an examination. How was I to know there's different tests for different ages? That's right. How was you to know? You'd never pass a 13-year-old test, did you? I could have passed one. Maybe when you were full grown. Look, fellas, we're not getting any place. I've got to leave for school soon. Oh, see, I was thinking with me telling that Morgan woman that I was teaching Star from the Bible, that's pretty apt to be some questions about the Bible. Well, there ain't many children as up in the book as she is. I know, but Star, what are the four Gospels? Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Fine. Now, remember that story I read you last week about the prodigal son? Uh-huh. And the father said bring out the fatted calf and kill it and let us eat and be merry. Correct. But everybody wasn't merry, Star. There was a brother there and neighbors. Now, who was sorry the prodigal son came back? The fatted calf. Star! Gentlemen of the school board, I think you know why we are here today. This child, Star of January, I believe will take the 13-year-old test. Sit over there, please. Thank you. We also have another student here, a little gentleman from New York. Gerald is going to summer school this year. Sit down, Gerald's ear. Oh, all right. Judge Hardwell. Yeah? Judge, I've invited you here for a very special reason. I don't believe this little girl is being brought up properly. But I let you judge that for yourself. You'll know what to do, I'm sure. I think so. Begin the examination, Mrs. Morgan. Now, children, first we'll have an oral test. On the blackboard, you will notice a drawing of eight fishing schooners. Excuse me, but they are schooners, Mrs. Morgan. They're catches. What's that? You said schooners, but they're really catches. I don't believe that makes any difference. Oh, but it does. You see, a schooner carries his main mass to midships and it catches more like a y'all. That will be enough, please. Yes, ma'am. On the board, we have eight catches. If four could carry a load of 100 tons of fish, and four could carry twice as much, how many tons could they all carry half fill? Well, start. Well, in the first place, I don't believe you could get 100 tons of fish on a catch. That's not the question. But the boat would sink. They couldn't carry anything. Be quiet. Yes, ma'am. Gerald, do you know the answer? Half fill, the eight boats could carry 600 tons of fish. Not on top of the water. No muttering, please. Thank you, Gerald. Now, start. Will you please define a relative pronoun? What's that? A relative pronoun. Surely you know that. No, ma'am. A relative pronoun is a pronoun that connects two clauses and has its antecedents in the other clause. Very good, Gerald. Wow. And now we have a test of words and power of description. Gerald, will you please tell it in your own words? The story of one of William Shakespeare's plays? Well, once there was a man named Romeo and there was a girl, Juliet. Go on, dear. Well, her family was called the Capulet. The Capulet. And his family were named Madagascar. Will you please stop annoying Gerald? I'm not annoying him. I just want to help him. Do you? And just what do you know about Romeo and Juliet? Oh, we got it over to Lighthouse. I read it twice. And you understood it, of course. Oh, sure. You see, these Capulets and these Madagascars, they hated each other like poise. Never mind. So Romeo and Juliet, they could mate. So they met in the garden, sort of on the fly. I beg your pardon. The balcony. You know. Well, they couldn't get married on account of the old folks were on speaking terms. So this Juliet, she takes a drug and knocks herself cold. Please. So what happens? So they stick her in a box and ship her off to a vault. It's as cold as a herring in there. And Romeo thinks she's a gunner. Just then a fellow named Paris walked in and they get into a scrap. Just a moment. What a battle. Romeo sends Paris. Paris sends Romeo. Would you please. Romeo sends Paris. It's a fight to the finish. And the next thing you know, Paris is on the floor stabbed through the Skittles. What was that? The Skittles. So then Romeo. Stop it at once. But there's not the end yet. Be quiet. Now judge her. So you see what I mean. I see. You see the kind of bringing up she's head. What are we going to do with her? Put her in the eighth grade. She's wonderful. Lady says, put her in the eighth grade. Here, Nadra. Have some more cider. Thank you. Pretty good for a fellow that never had much book learning. What's book learning got to do with cider? I ain't talking about cider. I'm talking about educating the star so good that she jumps right into the eighth grade. You educating her. Why you couldn't get into the third grade yourself? It was the things I learned to put her through. Why you... Who is it? It's Winthrop, Captain. The minister. Oh, come in, sir. Come in. Morning, Captain. Morning, sir. Come in and sit down. Thank you. Morning, Nadra. Morning, Mr. Winthrop. How are you all the way out here, Mr. Winthrop? If it's Star, you came to see she's in school. Eighth grade. I came to see you, January. In a way, I'm glad that Star isn't here. It's about her that I came to speak to you. Well, what is it? Is it bad news? Bad news and good. It depends on the way you look at it. Go on. Captain, a lady came to my house yesterday. A lady and a gentleman. Their name is Easton. Their visitors here. They asked me a lot about Star, about where she came from and how long ago. I told them about the night you found her on the beach. You told them? We talked for a long time, Captain. And I told them I would bring them out here tonight. You see, they want to take Star. They want to bring her to Boston to give her a home there. Why? Why? Because... Because from what they told me, I have no doubt that Star is Mrs. Easton's niece. And all we heard was that my sister had been lost in the shipwreck. When we came back to America, we tried to learn more about it. But they told us that everyone had been lost. Then we came up here. When I saw the child, I almost knew then she looked so much like my sister. And then the locket. I know she's my niece, Captain January. She's my sister's child. And what if she is, Captain? What if she is, I say? What have you done for her? Did you take her out of the sea, raging like the devil's let loose and death itself howling for the child? Did you take her from her mother's arms and swear to the Lord, as helped in saving her? To do what should be done by her? Have you prayed and worked and sweated for her and lived in fear that someday she'd be taken from you? Have you? Captain January. I asked your pardon, ma'am. Please believe me. I know what this means to you. And if it weren't for the child's own good, I wouldn't ask you to let me take her. We can give her everything she wants, Captain. A home, schooling and more important, I think we can make her happy. For the child's own good, there's a thought, isn't it? There's something to hold on to. You say you can prove that she's your niece. We have the passenger list from the Huntress. The mother and child were both registered. And then there's the locket. There was a picture in it. My sister and her baby taken when she was a year old. My sister was wearing a white dress, smiling and looking down at the child. Is... is that picture still there? Yes. It's there. I don't think there's any question that Mrs. Eastern is stars on, Captain. There's no question. Then... then you'll let us take her. The Lord give us the Lord take her the way. It's His will then. But I'll ask you to do it easy. For it's... it'll be sudden like for the girl. And she ain't used to being took sudden. My way's being slow. We'll be very careful, Captain. Come in, Starkerman. This is Mrs. Eastern and this is Mr. Eastern. Hello, Star. Hello. You remember me, don't you? Sure. I met you on the docks one day. You were going to buy some lobsters from me. That's right. Well, I guess you both want to talk. I'll go upstairs. Oh, please don't go. You see, we want to talk to you. What about? Star, do you remember my asking about that locket you were wearing? May I see it now? I... I haven't got it. Where is it, Star? You keep the locket in the box over there, don't you? I think you'd better get it for us, darling. Why does she want it? Why does she look at me like that? Because this lady is your aunt, Star. My aunt? Your own kin, darling. I haven't any kin. You know that? I haven't anybody except you. Tell her to go away. I don't want anybody looking at me the way she does. I don't belong to her. I belong to you. Easy, darling. Helm steady now, Star. Your aunt wants to take you to live with her through the providence of God. She's been led here to you. And she feels it's her duty to clave you in the name of your parents. I won't go with her. I've lived here ever since I can remember. She's got no right to make me leave. I won't go to you here. I won't go! They were right to you, child. Right to me. You want me to go? Are you tired of me? Well, honey, I'm an old man now, a very old man, and an old man likes quiet, you see. And well, I'd be quieter myself and so maybe it's all for the best. You're lying to me. You never said anything like that to me before. You used to ask me all the time if I was lonesome here. All you thought about was me. And I'd tell you I'd never go away from you and then you'd be happy. And now... And now I tell you that I'm needing rest and quiet as suited to an old man. I've kept you here for nine whole years and what thanks do I get? What thanks for all the years of work I put in to bring you up decent? Hanging on me and hanging on me. And if you want me to say it right out, then I will. I want you to go off with those folks and let me alone. Let me alone! I do. Things I said to the child. May God forgive me. Mr. DeMiddle and Shirley Temple, Charles Winnendure and Jean Lockhart will return for Act 3 of Captain January. But first, let's listen the moment. Mary and Tom have been spending the evening with Tom's new boss and his wife. They're leaving now. Mary says... It was a lovely party, Mrs. Allen. I enjoyed it so much. This is what Mary is thinking. I don't blame Mary for being mad at that snooty woman, Mr. Ruick. Neither do I, Sally, but I think we can help her. 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Why not get a big box of new quick lucks flakes tomorrow? They come in the same familiar package, and don't cost you a cent more. We pause now for station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. The curtain rises on the third act of Captain January. On the next day, on the rocky beach near the lighthouse, Captain January stands looking out at the angry sea. All night long, he's walked the path between the rocks and the lighthouse gate. His hair is rumpled by the wind, his eyes bright and feverish. From the road comes Captain Nazro to stand quietly beside him. It's fixin' up to storm. Aye. Last been droppin' all night. They blowin' a gale by evening. Evenin' they'll be comin' for her then. They'll be comin' for star to take her away. I've been thinkin' things over. I was wonderin' if a little be mighty lonesome here for you for a while. Now, why don't you come into the village and live with me? Live with you. Taint, taint much of a place, but it's comfortable, and the food's good. And who'd be takin' care of the light? The light will take care of itself. See, they're going to install automatic equipment. What's that? Look here, this telegram come last night. I'll let you read it yourself. On the 30th this month automatic equipment will be installed in lighthouses 8, 9 and 10. Inform all keepers their services will be no longer required. Aye. Sorry, Captain. Of course, there'll be a pension for you. A pension? Now there's a fine life for an active man like myself. Livin' on a pension. Easy, Captain. Sittin' in a soft chair, waitin' for a check each month. Nothing to do but wait and think. Why, you're sick, January. You'd better come inside and lay down. I am not sick. You're feverish, man. Come along. I can look out for myself. All right. I'll be in the village if you need to say. I only want to hear one thing. You weren't telling the truth last night. Were you? You really don't want me to go? I'm trying to do what's best. I know you didn't mean it. You couldn't. I don't believe you anymore and you'd believe me if I said I wanted to go. It's not a question of wanting. Why isn't it? You can't make me if I won't go. The locket's the only thing that proves anything and they can't find it. No one will ever find it. There's more than the locket star. There's you and the way you came here and he... Oh, I can't explain it to you. I can't think somehow. It's all dark and misty. Yes, star. But not because you want me to go. You don't, do you? I want you to go. Who would I? It's a fine life you'll have, darling. And I'll be coming to see you as often as they'll let me. Often or maybe. They're good people. What if they hadn't come up here? We'd go on living just the same, wouldn't we? You wouldn't be talking of a fine life then. We'd be happy just like before, wouldn't we? But they did come. Then, Cap, why don't we run away? What's that you're saying? You were always talking about going somewhere else. Why don't we, Cap? Just you and me. We could take the sailboat. No, before they come. We could be off down the coast where no one would know us. Star, don't be saying such things. I can't think like that. I can't... I'll put the food in the boat. We could sail for days and days. They'd find us, they'd bring us back. No, they wouldn't. Please, Cap. We'll be too late if we don't hurry. I'll get the boat ready now. We'll be gone before dark. It's the wrong thing, Star. It's wrong. It isn't wrong. And we're going. Do you hear, Cap? We're going. Hurry, Star. Going down here. Out of my way. I'm busy. You're going to take this boat out in a sea like this? I can handle any boat and in any kind of sea. Where are you going? I'm taking Star away down the coast. Don't be a fool. You can't do that, man. You're sick. Sick am I? You're raging with the fever right now. Or you'd never be thinking of such a thing. In my way, I tell you. I won't. You're not leaving with that child if I have to knock you down and sit on you. Now get off this boat. Get off. You know, Nazra, you and me have had a lot of fights, but I always thought that down deep you were my friend. I am your friend. My friend? You'd let them come here and take Star from me and you call yourself my friend. January is for the best. January, come up to the lighthouse. Let me go. Stop it. Stop it. Star, you're not leaving here tonight. We are. You're going to stop us. You are anybody's Star. He's not himself. Can't you see it? The man's raving there. He's a sick man, Star. Sick? Would he be taken on boat out tonight if he knew what he was doing? Let me go. Any boat in any sea. We're ready, Star. We're ready. We're... Go get the doctor. Quick. All you can tell us, Doctor. That's all, Mrs. Easton. He may pull through and then again, well, he's a very sick man. What about the little girl? I mean her staying here. We don't want to take her away if it will have bad effects. It can't have. He's barely conscious now and it might be just as well if she weren't here. I've already told her that she's to go with you. You'll keep us informed, won't you, Doctor? Of course. Shall we go, Laura? Where is Star? I've allowed her to see him for a moment. She'll be right down. Only the doctor says I have to. But when you wake up, don't forget. I'll let you and maybe you'll have to... and when you're not there. Bruce will be back from New York soon. He'll want to see you. Yes, ma'am. Star, what's the matter? Nothing. Aren't you happy here, Star? You've been wonderful to me, Aunt Laura. I've never had such beautiful clothes and things. But that's not enough, is it? Oh, I don't mean it like that. I've had everything here. You and Uncle Bruce, why? You've been wonderful. You even took this beach house on account of me. Thinking it might make me feel better. And, well, it does, too, won't it? Star, dear, you don't have to explain it to me. I know how you feel. Have you... Have you heard anything from Cap lately? Just that he's a lot better. You've been writing to him every day, haven't you? Yes. He'd answer, too, but... Well, you know, Cap, he isn't so strong on spelling. Now that he's feeling better, do you suppose we could go and see him sometime? Well, we'll have to wait and see, isn't it? Oh, there's Uncle Bruce. Come on, darling, he has a surprise for you. Hello, Laura. Well, Star... Hello, Uncle Bruce. Did you bring it, Bruce? I certainly did. Here, Star, look out the window, down for the dock. Why? It's a boat. Like it? Oh, it's beautiful. It's almost a yacht, isn't it? Pretty nearly. Come on down, take a look at this. All the way. Started last night. It's awful big, isn't it? Don't argue with me, old rattled brain. I've failed something every season as ever. Why? It's Cap. Forgotten you? Would I forget the North from the South? I'm captain of this craft. That's what I'm doing. And I'm the first mate. Captain Nelsrow. He's the second mate. I said first mate. Second! The first! In just a moment, Mr. DeMille will bring back our stars for a curtain call. But first, I promised Sally that she could say something to you about the luxe flakes gone with the wind brooch. I want to tell our audience that I've been wearing this beautiful pin, and I've gotten more compliments on it. People think it's a family heirloom, and an expensive one at that because of its lovely simulated turquoise and pearls, and its fine-looking antique-style gold finish. It's round and big, too, almost two inches wide. It dresses up a simple daytime dress, and it's perfect for afternoon and evening wear, too. It's stunning pinned on one of those plain fabric handbags, or at the front of a turban. And something else we women appreciate. It has a safety class so it won't drop off and get lost. But I'm sure you want to know how to get this gorgeous brooch. Mr. Ruick will tell you. Well, first, buy a big box of luxe flakes. You'll want these for all sorts of things. Stockings, underthings, sweaters, other nice things, and for your dishes, too. Remember, new quick luxe is fast, thrifty, safe. Then tear off the opening tab of the box and mail it with 15 cents in coin. Please don't send stamps to Luxe Box One, New York City. Luxe Box One, New York City. Be sure to include your name and address, of course. You'll get your lovely gone-with-a-wind brooch very soon, and with it comes an illustrated order blank for matching pieces, bracelet, earrings, and so on. All amazing bargains. Now don't delay, because this gone-with-a-wind brooch offer is strictly limited, and we know how popular these stunning brooches will be. Remember, send your name and address, 15 cents in coin, and the opening tab from a large box of new quick luxe flakes to Luxe Box One, New York City. This offer is good only in the United States. Now here's Mr. DeMille with our stars. Now Shirley Temple returns to the microphone, flanked by those two attentive seafaring gentlemen, Charles Wenninger and Jean Laconte. I guess I'm pretty lucky to have two escorts like this. It's an honor, Miss Temple, ma'am. My sentiments exactly, ma'am. My goodness, gentlemen, don't be so formal. We all work here. And you all work well, too. How are things going in school, Shirley? Fine, Mr. Wenninger. Say, you know, I just found out that you learned a lot of things in school that you might use sometime instead of just keeping them in your head. I was a lot older than you, Shirley, before I discovered that. How did you find it out? One thing I learned in school was how to write letters. So now that my brother's gone away with the Marines, I can write and tell him how we all are here at home. And I bet he's glad to get those letters. Where'd he go? He went to Hawaii. I think he's going to be there for a whole year. Well, Shirley, the next time you write, wish him good luck from all of us. And that's a wish we send to all those young men now serving these United States. Yes, sir. I'll tell my brother. Say, Mr. DeMille, would you tell me what play you're going to have next week? I'll tell everybody, Shirley. Next Monday night, we're going to present Rebecca. And our stars will be Ronald Coleman, Joan Fontaine and Judith Anderson. And as a special guest, we'll have the producer of the picture, David O. Selznick. The novel was talked about around the world, and Mr. Selznick's fine motion picture was selected as the leading film of the year in the film Daily Poll of 546 motion picture critics. It's a great love story and a great drama. So tense and exciting, held audiences right on the edge of that chair. Next week, Rebecca promises to give this stage one of its most brilliant evenings. I certainly agree with you there, CB, and I'll be listening. Well, I guess it's time to go home now, Shirley. Good night. Bye, everybody. Good night. Good night. I had your picture, Shirley. A console for makers of Lux Flakes. Join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the Lux Radio Theatre presents Ronald Coleman, Joan Fontaine, and Judith Anderson in Rebecca. This is Cecil Betemill saying good night to you from Hollywood. Shirley Temple will soon begin a picture at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios. Charles Weninger will be seen in the forthcoming MGM picture, Ziegfeld Girl. Jean Lockhart will be seen in the Warner Brothers production, The Seawolf. Heard in tonight's play where Dwayne Thompson is Mrs. Easton, Verna Felton is Mrs. Morgan, Griff Barnett as Mr. Wintrup, Bobby Winkler as Gerald, Earl Ross as Mr. Easton, Lou Merrill as Judge Hardbrough, Charles Seal as Storekeeper, and Bob Burleson as Doctor. This broadcast was made with the permission of LC Page & Company, publisher and copyright owners of Laura Richards' novel, Captain January. The brooch offered you by the makers of Lux Flakes was designed from one worn in Gone with the Wind, the Selznick international picture produced by David O. Selznick and released by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. Our music is directed by Lois Silvers and your announcer has been Melville Royck. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.