 The Clyde Beatty Show! The world's greatest wild animal trainer Clyde Beatty with an exciting adventure from his brilliant career. The circus means thrills, excitement, snarling jungle beasts. The circus means fun for young folks and old. But under the big top you see only a part of the story. The real drama comes behind the scenes, where 500 people live as one family, where Clyde Beatty constantly risks death in the most dangerous act on earth. This master of the big cat has journeyed to Africa and India, hunting down his beasts in their native jungle. All of this is part of the Clyde Beatty story. This adventure is undoubtedly one of the strangest you'll ever hear. It is entitled, The Juju Stones. Whether Harriet and I are in the prairie land of Kansas or on the far continent of Africa, we seem always to be stalked by adventure. The strange and incredible incident of the Juju Stones began one afternoon in Monrovia, Liberia on the west coast of Africa. My expedition had come downriver out of the African interior where we'd captured elephants, leopards and other wild animals. While waiting for the ship that would take us home to the United States, we accepted the invitation of an American, a Dr. Jacobs, to visit him at his bungalow. No more tea then, Mrs. Beatty? No, thank you, Dr. Jacobs. Beatty? Uh, no thanks. Have my boy clear away then. Small boy. I forecome, boss. Clear the things away, small boy. Yeah, boss. You're connected with the missionary hospital here in Monrovia, Dr. Jacobs. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I'm not that kind of a doctor. I'm a professor, matter of fact. Right now, I'm out here in Liberia making a study. A very intriguing study. Is that right, Jacobs? Yes. Of witchcraft. Witchcraft? Juju, as the natives call it. Well, we came across some of that back in the bush. It's not just the back country tribesmen who make Juju, Beatty. Maybe before you leave Monrovia, I'll be able to show you some very strange and unbelievable things. Clyde, what was that? A stone. Somebody threw it at us through the window. No use rushing to the window, Beatty, to see you through the stone. There'll be nobody there. Nobody there? It's happened before. I rushed to look time after time. There's never been anyone. But that's impossible. Yes, yes, I know, I know, but you see, that stone there on the floor is a Juju stone. We return to the story of the Juju stones in a moment. Here is Clyde Beatty. The night of the day, the mysterious stone smashed the window of Dr. Jacobs' bungalow. A telegram reached me from Freetown in Sierra Leone, telling me the ship that was to take us to the United States was delayed and would be held in Monrovia several more days. I decided to make use of the time by testing the lefards we'd taken in the interior and had the boys set up the training cage the next morning. I'm going in through the safety cage now, Harriet. Sheik is a beautiful leopard, Clyde. Sure is. I'll only be in with him a minute. I just want to try him out. Be careful, Clyde. Honey, that's how I stay alive. I went in through the outer door of the safety cage, the usual equipment in my hands. A whip in my right hand, a kitchen chair and a 38 revolver loaded with blanks in my left. Then in through the inner safety cage door and into the big cage with a leopard. Backsheet! Get back there! Backsheet! Now, you can't make it out, can you, boy? Hold that out! Backsheet! Backsheet! Okay. That's enough for the first time. I'm coming out, Harriet. Hey, honey. Don't yell at me when I'm working, huh? You give me the willies when you do have Clyde. Sheik's never been worked before. He'll be all right. They always are if they come at you. That kind's not treachery. Oh, Jacobs, I didn't see you. Oh, hello, Betty. Glad you dropped over. Harriet, open the runway and let Sheik back to his cage, will you? All right, Clyde. Come on into the bungalow, Jacobs. Sit down. Thanks. Small boys bringing cola champagne for us. Hope you don't mind. Well, I'm afraid I take my alcohol on the outside, Jacobs. Alcohol rub down after I work my cat. No, no, no, no, no. Cola champagne's a soft drink. The native cola bean from up in the bush country. Oh, well, fine. Nothing cold, it'll go good. Full of care after the table, Jacobs. Thanks. Betty, it's quite an experience to stand there and watch you work. You get to know how exceedingly dangerous a leopard is out here in West Africa. Well, thanks, Jacobs. I appreciate that. When you stare into the leopard's eyes, are you trying to hypnotize it? I wish I could. Make my job easier. Now, you control the big cats by making them think they don't scare you, even when they do. Dr. Jacobs, has there been anything more about the juju stone? Yes. Two more this morning. These. I brought them with me to show you. Well, they look just like any other stones. Yes, yes, but they pick themselves up and throw themselves at you. Of their own power. Do you really believe that, Jacobs? I've uncovered things here in West Africa, Betty, that seem impossible to explain. Excuse me, please, boss. I make for a fetched cola champagne. Passable... Hi. Look at the expression on his face. Small boy sees his juju stones on the table. And that's a town boy who wears shoes and went to mission school. No boss who bush boy, yet he runs at the site of those stones. Jacobs, have you got any idea why the stones throw themselves at you, as you put it? To kill me. To kill you? I'm afraid the truth is, Betty, I may be in quite a bit of danger. Maybe you can help. Well, if I can. You might take a drive in my car with me this afternoon to visit a man named Hezekiah. Hezekiah's a juju witch doctor. And that was when the juju stones started to fly at you, Jacobs, huh? After the first time that I went to see Hezekiah. Yes. He lives just out here on the edge of town. We're almost there. Makes it look bad for him. All this really began when the stones started flying at a girl named Charity, Newcombe. Charity's about 16, sings in the church choir. Not the kind you'd expect to find, witch. Well, Charity went to the witch doctor for help. Uh, to this man that we're gonna see? Yes, Hezekiah. The stones led up a while, and then they started again. I heard about it, went to see Hezekiah. Now the stones fly at me. Huh, yes. Is this the place here? Yes. Back with those mango trees. Thermite with the walls, corrugated iron roof. Hmph. Hezekiah's house. Well, it's a castle in Liberia. Uh, come on, let's run for it. Okay. Look, baby. Hezekiah's coming to the door. You can see him through this port window. Take a look. I hasn't got any arms. Come in, General Mars. It's be raining. Come on, baby. All right. Be seated, General Mars. Uh, we've come about the juju stones. I wish them off, but they come back. I told you that, doctor. I can help Miss Charity Newcombe no more. Hezekiah, since I came here and questioned you, juju stones have been flying at me. You look with bad eye on juju, doctor. We part-smell juju with the heart. Go home, your country, Dr. Jacobs. Juju stones, not follow you. Very good supper here, eh? Thank you. All right? Not just now, sim. Cribe, do you think that witch doctor is responsible for the juju stones? Well, I don't know. He couldn't throw them himself. I don't know. I thought he was a pretty dignified old guy. The leopard. What's up with him? Something's upsetting him. A juju stone. Get a flashlight and follow Harriet. I'm going to see if I can find who threw that. Flashlight. Did you see anyone? No. But whoever threw that stone passed by the cage and that must have upset the leopard. If anyone did pass by the cage's car. Honey, don't let this country get you. But you ran out right after the stone broke the window and you didn't see anyone. Well, somebody with a good wing could have thrown it from a distance and ducked out of sight. Hey, wait a minute. What car? My flashlight being picked up movement over there by the elephant compound. Come on. Careful. Careful. Wait here. I'll get him. What do you want? What do you want? Who are you? Really? What are you doing here? Just walking home. You took a detour wellie in here around my cages. I hear the leopard. I come and I see somebody throw a stone. Did you see who it was? Small boy. He worked for American. Dr. Jacobs. Here is an important message. And now back to the thrilling Clyde Beatty drama, the juju stones. Mysterious stones first flew with the native girl Charity Newcomb, then a Dr. Jacobs, the American professor, and now at Harriet and me, since I accompanied Dr. Jacobs to Hezekiah's house. Willie said he saw Dr. Jacobs' native servant Small Boy throw the stone. And the next morning, a Small Boy reached Dr. Jacobs' house to report for work, Jacobs said to me, Look, you question him, will you Beatty? I can't believe Small Boy would have done it. Well, why would he? Whoever threw the stone at me did it to scare me off. I guess I've gotten mixed up in this by going to Hezekiah's place with you. But Small Boy... Here it comes. Boy and boss. Boy, Mr. Beatty. Good morning, Small Boy. Good morning. Boss, don't you want me for a two-fetched breakfast chop, plenty final? Small Boy, sit down a minute. Yeah, Mr. Beatty. Small Boy, last night a stone flew at me and Mrs. Beatty. Juju stone? That's what you call it, but I think it was just an ordinary stone thrown by an ordinary person like you or me. I... Mr. Beatty, I... Mr. Beatty, I cannot foreput that thing you say into my head. Mr. Beatty means it might not have been a Juju stone. Somebody said you threw the stone, Small Boy. Wow! Wow! It's not my part to do that. Mr. Beatty. Jacobs, I think he's telling the truth. Come on over to my place. There's a way we can check and be sure. You see, Jacobs, the ground here by our bungalow is still soft. It rained yesterday. Yes. Last night the ground was muddy. If Small Boy threw the stone, the Prince of his shoes will be here on the ground. Yes, that's right. You'd recognize him, wouldn't you? Oh, yes. Yes, there aren't many boys his age or any age who wear shoes in Liberia. I was counting on that. Oh, wait. Look, here are some shoe prints. No, those are mine. These are the shoes I had on last night. Look here. The sole fits into the print. Oh, yes, I see. And here are Harriet's boot prints. I see. Beatty, there aren't any other shoe prints. No. No, there aren't. Here are my prints and Harriet's, but there aren't any other footprints. Well, Beatty, that was the last place I know to look for Willie. It begins to look like Willie's not in Monrovia. The fact that you caught him right there by your camp after the stone was thrown is suspicious. When he said Small Boy threw the stone through my window, he was lying. Yes. But there could have been several reasons for that. Here in Africa there could. I don't think that we, from the outside, really penetrate the native mind at all. I've had that thought back in the bush when I was a child. I've had that thought back in the bush country. And I keep thinking, Beatty, as you described Willie, I'm sure I've seen him somewhere. Now, if I could just remember... Wait, you remember where you've seen him? Well, I could be wrong, but a boy that would answer your description of Willie, ah, yes, it was down in the waterside, the dark section of town, six or seven weeks ago, before the juju stones began. Yes, Beatty, he was walking with a girl. And I remember now, that girl was Charity Newcomb. The girl the stones flew at when this all started. We're not likely to find Willie here at Hezekiah's house. Maybe Hezekiah knows more than we thought, Jacobs. Although I don't relish paying him this visit. I know how you feel, Beatty. He's coming. No, look here through the porch window. It's not Hezekiah. Batua. Now, he's speaking Pwesi. I learned a little of it in the interior. What does he say? Just hello. Batua. Hezekiah. Te angalo guano. Vima, vima. Wait here for me, Jacobs. Tuatua. Blow shield. Ah, guano. Come on, Jacobs. Let's go. What did you find out? I'll tell you on the way. Hurry, drive to my place. Is there something wrong? Plenty. Well, what is it, Beatty? What did the Pwesi man tell you? I couldn't get all of it, but as near as I could make out, Hezekiah decided early this morning to go up into the hills. He got the Pwesi man in to watch his house. Why did he want to go? To make juju, the Pwesi man said. The words just come from the hills, Jacobs. Hezekiah's been found dead two miles up in back of Monrovia, killed by a leopard. A leopard? I never heard of one coming so close to Monrovia. That's why there's no time to lose in getting to my camp. Harriet, Harriet, where are you? We're glad. What on earth the matter? Have you been out to the leopard cages recently? Oh, no. Not in the last couple of hours? No, I haven't. Why? Because one of the leopards must have escaped. Come on. Well, they're all here. Nubia, Sheik, Cleopatra? Yes. What made you think one of them escaped? There's a report. Hezekiah's been killed by a leopard a couple of miles from town. There's plenty of leopards back in the bush, but they usually don't come down around Monrovia. You moved too fast for me, Betty. Are they all here? They're all here, Jacobs. Betty, if one of your leopards didn't kill Hezekiah, then a leopard must have come down out of the bush country. We'd better get back in your car and drive up there. Well, we can't go by car. There isn't road, but there is a way. What's that? Mule, my friend. Liberian mule. There's no one around, no one at all. When the word's out, a leopard's on the stalk. You don't find spectators. I guess not. Betty, I don't like it. You're used to the big cats, but I... Wait. There's Hezekiah's body. Yes. There's nobody guarding it. Oh. Probably somebody was posted, but he got cold feet and ran away. Betty, are you sure we are... this sawgrass is high enough to hide a leopard? We'd better tie the mules here. This is close enough. Oh. Oh. And we can make our way over to that little clearing where the body is. Well, do you think we ought to walk through the sawgrass? Well, we may snag our clothes a little, but we shouldn't ride too close. There may be tracks we must up. Well, I suppose you're right. Here, hand me your reins. Well, all right. Let's go. You stay behind me and I'll break a path for you through the sawgrass. All right. Now, there's an act to it. Now, stay close behind me. Come on. What was that? A pepper bird, Jacob. Oh. Oh, well, I... Come on. Be careful now. Here's the clear space around the body. What are those in the dirt? Leopard tracks. Are you sure? I'm sure. And Hezekiah's head. Could leopard claws have done that? They could. I don't mind saying I want to get away from here, Betty. Now, don't worry, Jacob. A leopard didn't kill Hezekiah. A leopard did. But you said those were leopard tracks. They are. And the claw marks. But you say a leopard didn't kill him? How do you know that? Look at our mules. Look at our mules. That's right, Jacob. Look at our mules. Betty, look out. Betty, are you all right? Yeah. Just got my side. Another juju stone. No, not juju. That stone was thrown by a dead-eyed chucker they could use in the major leagues back in the States. And I know who. Come on, Jacob. You want? Just walking home this time, Willie. Let me go. Stay still, Willie. Here we are, Jacob. I caught him. Now we'll take him back to Monrovia where he can explain to the constabulary how he killed a helpless old man with a well-aimed stone. Sugar, Mrs. Batey? Thanks. Batey? No. No, I've got a lemon. That'll do for me. Dog gone. Clever of you, Batey, about those mules. Oh, now I don't know. After the hours and hours, Clyde spent training horses to get used to the smell of the big cats. I guess he should know well enough that a horse or a mule would bolt like the dickens from any place a leopard had been. And horses and mules can detect the smell of the big cats for hours after they've gone. Well, you see how this, Jacob? The man's just never a hero to his wife. No. Well, I came here to West Africa to learn about Judo, but I've learned something about leopards and mules. Now I know a leopard couldn't have been up there, or our mules would have smelled the leopard odor and bolted. Did Willie really think he could make it look like a leopard had killed Hezekiah, Clyde? I am afraid Willie's a pretty clever boy, as well as a crack shot with a stone. He used a pair of leopard paws to make leopard tracks and claw marks. Oh, there would seem that a leopard had attacked Hezekiah. Oh, it was more subtle than that. There's a powerful secret society in Liberia, the leopard society. Savages back in the bush, dressing leopard skins and rampage over the country. Willie thought if a real leopard didn't get the blame for the killing, the leopard society would. That's right, baby. I saw him in jail this morning. Did he finally admit throwing the stones? At you and me, yes. He wanted the teachers not to interfere. Oh, well, did he say why he killed Hezekiah? He'd heard the old witch doctor had gone to the hills to make Judo, to make him stop throwing the stones at Charity Newcomb. Well, now that's an odd thing. Oh, oh, small boy. I'll forecome, boss. Clear away the teething, small boy. Yeah, boss. You were saying, doctor. It's an odd thing. Willie absolutely swarves he didn't throw the Judo stones at Charity Newcomb. Small boy, for heaven's sake. I, I'm sorry. I, I'm sorry. Oh, it's all right, Jacob. It'll wash right out. But he spilled tea all over you. Small boy, what's the matter? You're, you're shaking like a leaf. I'll go, come, boss. Get the cloth for clean clothes, Monsieur Betty. Small boy, what is it? You speak the Judo stone. I mentioned the Judo stones. What about it? They fly at Miss Charity Newcomb, boss. But that's all over now. No, boss, not so. Judo stones come today. Miss Charity Newcomb hurt bad. But Willie's in jail now. He couldn't have. That's right. You see what I mean about Africa, Betty? You can never quite solve its mysteries. So ends this intriguing Clyde Betty adventure. In a moment, you will hear a preview of the next thrilling drama. Here is a preview of the next Clyde Betty adventure, Beauty and the Beast. Well, Harriet, everything's all set for the dress rehearsal. Oh, Clyde, I'm so excited. Oh, honey, you'll be great. The act's sensational. Why all the reporters and newsreel cameramen, just for a rehearsal? Well, they know about your new act. They expect a baptism of fire for you. I don't know about that. But we'll give them a good show. Right. Oh, the ringmaster's ready to announce you. Most sensational wild animal act ever performed by a woman. That's you. Are you ready? I'm ready. Now tell me something, monster. You noticed? Yes. Especially with all those cameras out there. Oh, when you get in a cage, you'll forget him. Clyde, you'll stand by. I'll be in a safety cage. Ready to now. The black maned African lion, trained and presented by the greatest woman animal trainer of all time. There you go. Good luck. Beauty and the Beast is a true dramatic story about my lovely wife Harriet. In it, though I'm mostly in the safety cage or in sick bed, a thrilling climax is reached that gave me just about the greatest satisfaction in all my years of animal training. All stories are based upon incidents in the career of the world's famous Clyde Beatty and the Clyde Beatty circus. The Clyde Beatty show is produced by Shirley Thomas. The Juju Stones was written by Roy Williams. All names used were fictional, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is a Commodore production.