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The DuPont Company presents the Petticoat Jury, starring Gene Arthur as you feel me a Prescott on the Cavalcade of America. Well, here comes the train. Yeah, and here comes the sheriff. I wonder who it is. Hello, Luke. How are you, Jeff? Howdy, Sheriff. And, Luke, you wouldn't know anything about a new piece of rope, would you? The kind you sell in your hardware store? Well, what rope are you talking about, Royce? The one around the neck of that fella hanging up there in that big cottonwood tree about a mile out of town. Know him, Jeff? Never seen him before. Wonder why he hung himself. Oh, just got lonesome and put himself out of his misery. I see you got your horse back, Luke. Where'd you find him? Didn't. He must have throwed the hombre who stole him and come home by himself. Found him eating grass out in the field. Hmm, I'd say pretty smart horse, wouldn't you, Luke? Now, I was just wondering... Oh, excuse me, Sheriff, the train's in. Maybe you're looking for someone in particular. Sort of changing the subject, ain't you, Jeff? All right, boys. There's a new schoolman coming in from Boston. I'm gonna drive her out the Higgins place. Hope she stays longer than the last one. Why in thunder can't they get a man? What's her name, Royce? Got it on this slip of paper. See what you make of it. E-up-hem-i-a. E-u-p-h-e-m-i-a. Prescott. Never hear a different name like that before. E-up-hem-i-a. Gentlemen, the name is Euphemia Prescott. Miss, the PH is pronounced with the sound of F. Well, one of you gentlemen kindly tell me where to find the sheriff. I'm the sheriff, ma'am, Royce Emery. These boys with the sense of humor, Luke Wilkins and Jeff Burton. Glad to know you, Miss Prescott. Howdy, ma'am. How do you do, gentlemen? Mr. Emery, it's been a very trying journey, and if you'll pardon me, I would like to get some rest. My baggage is on the platform, and if I... Ronald, ma'am, Jeff, show Miss Prescott to the bugboard while I get a grip. Sure. Right this way, ma'am. Watch out for them horses. They never saw a do-funny like that before. Do-funny? What do you mean, Mr. Burton? Well, that one that you're holding over your head. That, Mr. Burton, is a parasol. Oh, yeah. I seed one in a book once. Mr. Burton, one does not say a seed. The past tense of the verb to see is saw. You once saw one in a book. Miss Prescott, you're about the smallest woman I ever seed. But you sure know a lot of words. Mr. Emery, I'm amazed at the way men talk out here. Well, how do you mean, Miss Prescott? So ungrammatical, as if they'd never been inside of a school. Well, most of us never were, or left very young. Oh, dear, it's going to be very hard to teach the children when the parents can hardly... Look in the green! Stop that yelling. You're scaring the horses. Oh, steady. Steady now. It's a man. He's hanging there. Well, don't look. Look the other way. We'll be passing a minute. Anna, take it easy. I'm sorry I had to see you there. Oh, how horrible. Who was that man? Why is he hanging there? No, I was out of town. I figured the boys strung him up for stealing Luke Wilkins' horse, but I can't prove it. They hanged a man for stealing a horse. It's about the size of it. What kind of a country is it where a man is put to death for a minor theft? If the judge gave him a jail sentence, he'll be fine. But to hang him... Oh, he never came before a judge. You mean he wasn't given a trial in court? No. But that's murder. Of course, those men will be arrested and punished. Can't be done. Murderers can't be brought to justice. Ma'am, even if I could prove who actually pulled a rope, it still wouldn't help any. No jury out here would convict a man for killing a horse thief. I just can't believe it. A man has less value than a horse. Mr. Emery, I realize I've made a dreadful mistake in coming out here. I want you to take me back to town. But there's no place to stay in town. I'm not staying. I'm taking the next train back. Sorry, but there's no train until tomorrow morning. You better go on to Mrs. Higgins for tonight. I'll come and get your first thing in the morning. Well, there seems to be no choice. But believe me, Mr. Emery, I'm not staying. Have another cup of coffee, Miss Prescott. No, thank you, Mrs. Higgins. Royce Emery tells me you're not staying. I leave in the morning. I won't ask you why. I guess I know. Well, how can anyone expect a woman to live in a country where men are shooting and hanging each other and even the sheriff does nothing about it? Oh, Royce does what he can, but it's too much for one man. Sometimes I think it's too much for all of them put together. Maybe giving us women the right to vote was man's way of saying that he'd made a mess of things and wanted us to pitch in and give him a hand. Yep, being sheriff is a pretty thankless job. Then why does he want to be sheriff? Royce could be the best rancher in these parts. And he'd like to be, but... But what, Mrs. Higgins? His father was killed trying to separate two men in the shooting scrape. Oh. Royce hunted them for days, swearing that he'd shoot them on sight. Oh, what a senseless waste of life. Did he find them? Yeah, hiding out on my farm. On my knees I pleaded with him not to kill him, but to give him a fair trial. Did he listen to you? Uh-huh. What happened? Nothing. The grand jury wouldn't indict him. You're crying, Mrs. Higgins. What's the matter? Oh, I'm all right. Just that my husband was the one who shot Royce's father in that brawl. Oh. And Mr. Emery didn't try to keep his vow? No. He'd given his word. He would abide by the decision of the court. After that, he became sheriff and has been trying ever since to enforce what few laws they have out here. Mrs. Higgins, I'm afraid I may have misjudged Mr. Emery. Get up! Mrs. Higgins, thank you for everything. Goodbye and be sure and right to me. Is the train on time, Mr. Wilkins? No, never on time. I, uh, I thought Mr. Emery was coming to get me. Couldn't. Oh, why couldn't Mr. Emery come? His arm's bad. What's the matter with his arm? Got a bullet in it. A bullet? You mean he was shot? Yes, ma'am, with a gun. Oh, is it serious? Will he die? Is he in a hospital? He'll live. Oh, where is he? In the jail. In jail? What's he there for? Tending his arm. Oh, I'm so sorry he's hurt. I'm sorry for poor Mrs. Emery. She must feel terribly worried. She don't. How can you say such a thing? He ain't married. He ain't? Isn't? No. Never know the sheriff who was married. Well, can't a sheriff marry? Or is that another of your quaint customs? No point to a woman marrying a sheriff. And why not? Never lives long enough. No, sir, a sheriff is a mighty poor proposition, unless the woman likes being a widow. Get up there, get up. Study now, sheriff. I'm about finished. What are you probing with? A crowbar? Hurry up. It's easier to put a bullet into a man than just to get it out. Break yourself now. I... I've got it. There you are. It's not very big. And lucky for you, it wasn't a 45 or what it torn your arm off. May I come in, doctor? Oh, come ahead, miss. Mr. Prescott. What didn't Luke put you on the train? I told him... Mr. Wilkins was very punctual, thank you. Well, then what happened? I'm, uh, not going. Doctor, may I help you dress the wound? Sheriff, I'm acting as slave's attorney. What charge are you holding them on? Daily, you know well enough. I'm holding them for the killing of Paul Harvey during the ruckus over at the commercial house the other night. How long you aiming to hold them? That depends on the grand jury. When will it be cold? Tomorrow, the day after. Well, in that case, I won't bother to get a writ. Slade won't mind a few days in jail. No one's going in dead a man for a shooting and self-defense. Royce Emery. This man slayed shot Paul Harvey for no reason whatsoever. And to hear everyone talk, it's a foregone conclusion he'll be released. When in the name of heaven will men stop killing one another? Oh, now, Effie... I'm sick and tired of hearing that nothing can be done. Something can be done, and I'm going to do it. Effie, what... You know when the time comes, but right now I'm going to see Judge Hewitt. I agree with you, Miss Prescott, but until we can summon juries, it'll indict and then convict. All the laws on earth will remain but scribblings in the books. Judge Hewitt, the law is only half-trying. It hasn't summoned its full power, and yet that power is here, waiting to be called. No, just what do you mean by that, Miss Prescott? Summon the women as well as the men to serve on the jury. Women on the jury? I wonder if it's legal. How legal is it to kill a man? Well, now, Miss Prescott, that all depends. Judge Hewitt, I'll always remember what Mrs. Higgins said to me the night I arrived. She said that the problem was too much for all the men put together, and letting the women vote was just another way of saying they wanted the women to pitch in and help. Yes, Miss Prescott, but... Judge Hewitt, the women are citizens of this territory, and if we're granted the rights of citizens, why shouldn't we have the duties as well? I think you've got an idea there. Yeah, why not? The men may make a first, but Miss Prescott, the next grand jury will have women on the panel. Hey, fellas, stop the piano, Joe. Hey, the judge is summoning women to serve on the jury. Yeah, Slade's going to be tried by a bunch of jurors in Petticoat. That's what we get for giving women the vote. Yeah, they'll be running for office next. They ought to be home maimed in the kids. Hey, here's a little tune for ya. Baby, baby, don't get in the fury. Your mom is gone to sit on the jury. Baby, baby, don't get in the fury. You are listening to the Petticoat jury starring Jean Arthur, Euphemia Prescott, on the cavalcade of America, sponsored by the DuPont Company, maker of better things for better living through chemistry. As our second act opens, the courtroom is crowded with amused and curious spectators. Come to watch the novel proceedings. Euphemia and five other women proudly take their places beside the meth and the jury box. Order! Order! The court is now in session. Do you wish to address the court, Mr. Houghton? Your Honor, I move for a missed trial. Mr. Houghton, are you aware that you are prosecuting this case, not defending it? Yes, Your Honor. But the jury has been improperly drawn. I do not find any record or law which entitles women to serve on the jury. Do you ever have a log in it, son? Uh, no. Motion denied. Order! Order in the court! This is a solemn moment to everyone. I declare that it will be a solid day for any man who shall so far forget the courtesy's due and paid by every American gentleman to every American lady. Proceed with the trial. Will you please continue in your own words, Miss Slade? Well, as I was saying, everyone was shouting and drinking just raising cane in general. This man Harvey looked at me and yelled, Stranger, I ought to plug you. We ain't had a bang of a funeral for a whole week. That's how it was. You are sure Harvey had a loaded gun in his hand? I am. A single action, 45. And he was holding it in his left hand. And the gun was loaded? Every chamber had a bullet. And they looked mighty big to me. You say that you thought your life was in danger and you drew your gun in self-defense? Mr. Houghton, that gun was pointed in my direction. Luckily, I shot him before he could shoot me. I see. That will be all. Your Honor. Does the foreman wish to address the court? Is the jury allowed to question the accused? The court will permit it if it has a bearing on the case. Will you come over here, Miss Prescott? Mr. Slade, when Mr. Harvey made his remarks, was his attitude threatening or was he smiling at you? Lady, I didn't stop to look. Well, would you walk up to a perfect stranger, draw a gun and shoot him? Of course not. I'm a peaceful man. But when a stranger shouted some obviously joking remarks, you didn't notice the expression on his face or the tone of his voice, but just because he had a gun in his hand, you decided that you had the right to shoot him. Only a woman would ask these darn fool questions. That'll be enough of that. But you did, however, take the time to notice the caliber of the gun, its single action, the number of bullets, and that Mr. Harvey was holding it in his left hand. You can tell the jury all this, but you can't give a single detail about the man who was holding that gun, the man you killed. Only a woman might be interested in the color of a man's eyes and how he parts his hair. Order! Order! Sorry, your honor, I apologize. Mr. Slade, I believe you referred to yourself as a peaceful man. I did, and I am. Then, of course, you're not very accomplished in the use of firearms. No, not very. Would you explain to the jury how you had the time to draw your gun, take aim, and pull the trigger when, as you say, that man already had his gun out of the holster and pointed in your direction? Well, I guess I asked faster than I think that my life's in danger. Either that or the man now dead never had the slightest intention of shooting you and was utterly unprepared for any action on your part. That's a matter of opinion. Mr. Slade, witnesses have testified that Mr. Harvey was laughing when he made his remarks to you. Well, lady, the joke seems to be on him. Your honor, my questions may seem silly to Mr. Slade, but a man wouldn't shoot a barking dog until first he determined whether the bark was vicious or friendly, the jury is trying to determine whether Mr. Slade killed a man who was threatening his life or one who had had a little too much to drink and was playing a practical joke. Your honor, may the jury inspect the defendant's gun? And the gun over for inspection, sir. Yes, your honor. Here you are, Ms. Fraskin. Thank you. Is this the gun you always carry, Mr. Slade? Yes. Suppose I pointed this gun at you like this, put my finger on the trigger and said without laughing, I'm going to shoot you for lying to this court. Look out! Don't fool with that gun! It's got a hair trigger! Put the gun down! I'll make it somebody quick! Here, give it to me. What did the defendant mean when he said his gun had a hair trigger? The hair trigger is one that's been honed down so it'll pull at the slightest touch. Your honor, I haven't been in the West very long. Perhaps you can tell me. Do all peace-loving men have that kind of a trigger on their guns? It was murdered. Not guilty. Please, ladies and gentlemen, we've been in this jury room four hours. We'll never get any place by shouting. We must discuss this case calmly. I'm going to sleep. When the rest of you decide to vote not guilty, wake me up. Whoso shall us men's blood by men shall be shed? Then shall his blood be shed? By the eternal, if she says that once more there'll be another murder. Oh, so you admit it was murder? Please, please. We've been here for 23 hours, Mrs. Peterson. Only you and Mr. Wilkins are holding out. Mrs. Peterson, you're voting for murder in the first degree, and Mr. Wilkins, you're holding out for not guilty. Everyone else has compromised on a manslaughter charge. I'm prepared to stay a week, if necessary. And I'm prepared to stay a year, if necessary. If only to show you women don't belong on a jury. Oh, yes. Mrs. Peterson, may I speak to you alone for a moment? Of course. Come over here. Mrs. Peterson, can't you see what's happening? They're trying to make us look ridiculous. We'll deserve all these taunts and jibes if we can't sit with men and work out a simple problem. What is not my fault? Look at Wilkins. I know, but the blame for a deadlock will be put on us. You see, we women are on trial, too. Remember, we insisted on getting jury duty because we wanted to see that justice was done. If we can't reach an agreement, there'll be another trial, and there won't be any women on that jury. You know what that means. Slade's sure to go free. Well, you might be right, Mrs. Prescott. I didn't realize. But you'll never persuade that Wilkins. Just leave things to me. I think we can make him out smart himself. Come on. Uh, Mr. Wilkins. Eh? Mr. Wilkins, Mrs. Peterson is being very stubborn. But you're a reasonable man, won't you reconsider? After all, the other men agreed it was manslaughter. Well, no, but look here. It's the only way, Wilkins. Well, all right, all right. It won't cost me anything. It's going to be a hung jury anyway. Might as well be on account of a stubborn woman. All right, Miss Prescott, I vote manslaughter. All right. That makes it 11 votes for manslaughter. Mrs. Peterson, now it all depends on you. So it does. And never will I let it be said that Luke Wilkins showed more spirit of cooperation than I did. I vote manslaughter. I've been double-crossed. I never thought she'd change her mind. Effie, I can't understand it. I thought the people liked me. Well, I'm sure they do. You're the most popular man in town. You saw the election returns or didn't get enough votes to water shotgun. Don't let it upset you. People still like you. Oh, don't really mind. It's only that you were out getting the women to vote. Gosh, I thought they'd do just about anything you asked them to. Oh, they're very loyal. Well, then how come I got so few votes? I, uh, I told them to vote for the other man. Well, Effie, why? Why didn't you want me to get in? Well, I thought you'd done about enough for the territory and should be the rancher you could be and have a chance to find some fine woman who would... Oh, Effie. And they told me that sheriffs could never marry you. Effie, darling. Oh, Roy, you're crushing me, but it's wonderful. Gene Arthur will return to our cavalcade microphone in a moment. Now, here is Ted Pearson. During the war, the Navy had to paint thousands of new craft of all kinds from motor launches to battleships with millions of gallons of paint. They had to get the job done in a hurry and there weren't enough paint brushes because the supply of hog bristles from the Orient was cut off. Well, for some time, the DuPont Company had been experimenting with nylon for bristles. Nylon drawn out in a single filament like a thin wire. The Navy asked DuPont to supply paintbrush manufacturers with nylon bristles. 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And being man-made, they are more uniform than the natural ones. They aren't affected by solvents used in varnishes, paints, stains, lacquers, or calcimines. They are easier to clean. They aren't attacked by maws or mice or any other vermin. The natural bristles we manufacture today pick up more paint than natural bristles and the performance of a nylon bristled brush improves with age. The demand for nylon paint brushes right now is so great that you may not be able to find a brush at your neighborhood store, but when you do get one, we're sure you'll be as pleased as we are with this new addition to the list of Dupont better things or better living through chemistry. And now, if she'll hand that sick shooter back to the sound man, here is our star, Gene Arthur. You know, you worried me, Gene, playing with that gun. I was just trying to get the feel of the old West. Well, Gene, if you'll listen to Cavalcade next week, you'll see that life out West can still be pretty exciting even today. With cowboys and Indians? With Indians. It's the story of a young couple who found happiness running an Indian trading post. Sounds wonderful. What's it called? Spin a Silver Dollar with Helen Hayes. Oh, I'll be listening. Good night, Dwight. Good night, Gene, and thanks for being with us. President Truman has proclaimed Wednesday, May 22nd as National Maritime Day in honor of the American Merchant Marine. Now the men and ships of this great fleet that performed so heroically during the war are beginning to return to the normal business of transportation, and we take this opportunity to pay tribute to their past achievements as well as those to come. The music for tonight's DuPont Cavalcade was composed by Arden Cornwell and conducted by Donald Voorhees. Our Cavalcade play was written by Joseph Cochran. Robert Haye played the part of Royce Emery. Others in the cast included Cameron Prudhomme, Jim Bowles, Bess McCammon, Ted Jewitt, Sid Sloan, Ed Jerome, Ted Osborne, Milton Herman, and Will de Hinkel. This is Dwight Wiest inviting you to listen next week to Spin a Silver Dollar starring Helen Hayes on the Cavalcade of America brought to you by the DuPont Company of Wilmington, Delaware. This is NBC, the national broadcasting company.