 Here we have ladies and gentlemen. Who indeed, by the presence of lovely and distinguished actress, Claudette Colbert, is making her twenty-fourth appearance on the radio for any. We have chosen M.L. Williams' easy-moving play, The Corners' Dream, for the film's interpretation. And as Ms. Colbert co-star, we present that fine young actress, Cameron Mitchell, who has been the first appearance on our stage. Now, at one of the Corners' dreams, there in Claudette Colbert has Ms. Mockett, and Cameron Mitchell has Martin Evans. Some fifteen years ago, a mature release called Remfarno. There's an old house in Remfarno, long empty, and on Mr. Afternoon, the new owner has just arrived. The name is Ms. Mockett. And she's some third-of-hosting determination to open up a school. Waiting for her through with the villagers. The girl, Mr. Jones, Mr. Henry Simmons, Mr. Mockett. Well, I trust you, Mr. Mockett, within an order, Mr. Mockett. Have we gone now? No, no, please don't, Mr. Jones. You see me, Mr. Mockett. Oh, I see. Thank you both. You've arranged my first play with me, but I want very special request to you. Oh, no, Mr. Mockett. Are you serious? I beg your pardon? Are you serious? No, Mr. Mockett. Oh, Mr. Mockett, no. No, Mr. Mockett. Mr. Mockett? Your daughter is coming from the same stage as your daughter. Tell me, what's that large old building that's on? If you see a old bond belonging to the royal farm before the farm was burned down, then it's alright. No, it's alright. Alright, you see, short, how's that to do with the newlywonders? I'll tell you. We have eight most knownie's in London, Mr. Mockett. They told me that we live alone, that we have enough money, money, you're educated, and time has over on your hand. Oh, how hard-working! But is it so? It's so. Maybe I should give him a clue. I should. The plumber is more sincere. Well, I'm in her shoes. That much sentiment is not coming. The block is low. So why don't you face the fact that you enjoy yourself as I do? But is it really the only thing that is too much? And, and... I can see everything in you now. Yes. How did he ask? I've had a talk to a man for more than five minutes, but I've run the box for years. It's really the need, Mr. Jones. My life on this earth, yet it is of no use. Oh, I'm sure it is. It really doesn't tell me all about you, too. You're a disappointed man, aren't you? How can I be disappointed when I'm sad? Oh, but it's wrong. Let's not say that this is wrong. Let's say we fall apart from being sad. Am I right? That's a sad issue. You have said... But I don't want this to get over with you. But in the meantime, it's going to stop later and be very interesting. Now, how many families are there around here? 30 families in the division. Just three in the farm for one. And one is children. Oh, it's children. Do they have children only and children as well? Then they go to work in the coal mine, and... And what do we say to our old men? How many of them can we even write? Mr. Jones. Are you wrong? The girls aren't going to start a school for them. A group of them? What, what's wrong? What's wrong? You see these books just on them. Come and read of them. They're something wonderful to read in every single one. And I heard this part of the world is a disgrace to a person. Tell me why I need this out of the dark, then. I'm going to start a school in my barn next door, and you are going to help me. Oh, how could we keep so slow? Then I could eat the snow. If we'd never been taught to walk, so would we. How could we make so much of this stuff? I am fed up with these things. I'll give you thirty-four in the lunch. Now, I could lessen you a little money as well as this house. But I know exactly what I'm going to do with it. Put the food in the mine, earn money. How could, therefore, I'll pay that poor and sixteen millions of dollars to get out of it. And when I finish the unit on days, you won't have time to think about slapping up a husband. I mean, it's because you both have time to be so clean, but you're very less. All right, I do not care if you are not happy. I am with you. Here, laugh it down. I'll tell you exactly what I'm having now. All right, I just heard your husband, Miss Muffet. Who is it? It's the boys for the eating class, and they are in the yard. Is that right, sir, sir? I don't know Miss Muffet. One of them has a bottle of rum. I'll take care of them. Never mind my tea, Mrs. Wattie. I'll take care of them. Is that right, sir? No, sir, Wattie. Yes, sir. I see that the unit has a swap. I see you, sir. Miss Muffet is a very amazing woman, Mrs. Wattie. A horrible song. We'll recall. Horrible. She would bring me the end of the year. I said to her, oh, I said, not for my past, I said, your past, before she took me out. And now that I've learned the course, it's all right. We don't have a course. The militants like to show me this course. Born into an illicit society, women, ironing, collecting, all drafts aren't in existence in our neighborhood. A young child, yes, I am. I am not. I'm just a mad militant, but that wasn't a cost. I'm saying this. You know, everywhere I went, horrible. All I said to you, I was living here the whole time. Oh, thank you, you guys. We're going to go to the fountain. This is my home. It's not a coma. Did you understand what I said? Oh, thank you. Oh, thank you. Good. What a good day. What a good day. What a good day. Of course you can. Can I applaud anybody else? Very well then. Just see that you are. Can I have a smile, too? Oh, thank you. I'm going to show you the fountain. This is long. This is probably too long. There's nothing on my wall. What do you think that's what you're doing? Are you stupidity to swear on nothing but losing something? Are you stupid, hangy? Oh, thank god. Turn this the dog. It's the dog. Don't you dare sized me. Can I do platey? The dog called for me. Mr.%$$& Where be you coming? May I be young lady Betty? Oh, uh, Mr. George. Oh, yes, Mr. Prophet. Oh, the boys are obviously not there. It's not the boys, I'm sure, and about. It's the Prophet, Mr. Prophet. He just stopped by. When I asked him, he said he was going to start work on the bomb. He told me he has hip-sorted not seen even a helicopter. He did. He ordered the Prophet, but what I want to know has that letter from the trial? No child can be released from the mine, coming across from the town in the village. I see what I'm just saying is very important. And this is from the Prophet, Mr. Prophet, on the following event which is told in his speech. Oh, it's been a while. Oh, my God. Oh, yes, my God. I don't have a brain. You see the boys? They're not there. Oh, baby. He passed out of the alien. Oh, my God. Oh, baby. Oh, good girl. Remember me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, baby, baby. Oh, baby. Good girl. Very nice to meet you. I'm waiting for the long haul before I say come in. Oh, oh, oh. Very good. Paul again. Paul again. Oh, the Christmas market. The flower. Oh, oh, that's beautiful. That's incredible. I'm rather irritable to see this, or unless I go in and say I'll visit you. Oh, but the rain. I'm taking them to the West Sea and dining with you now. Oh, but the rain rain. Yeah. He decided he has no need for the bar. He decided he has no need for the barmaid's door, but he does not see it as his duty, so he must reject them in a good way. But he didn't cloud all along with the gap, sir. And some big ones must have made him say he did lie. And he did tell the guys. You mean it? Oh, yeah. I don't. Yes, he did lie at all. Have you ever had any of these hatey-painty nonsense in my village? No, Henry. My village? All my life, I've done my level best one. They call me fly enough. They're the detections. They're the cops, men. All they gather around, I tell them, I say, no, they break their hearts. You think they come home? But putting a buck to really, really impress, leaving them all there, well, what people like you, you know, leaving them all there, they're going to crush them. What's the idea? I say, what's the idea? I'm looking for one to myself. Sir, why don't you take up some code, Miss Mockin? Keep your eyes on this, sir. Oh, you're judging me wrongly. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Let's, let's not leave you. Wait a minute. You're the quiet bounty for all you. Adore about his intended subject. Apology and understanding. And I should like to point out that there is a considerable amount of debt in this community, and this content brought in this work, and that a good deal of it is for the people like you. So please, Miss Mockin, what are you trying to say? Sir, he took place. He's a greedy other-head. He's a meaner people. And he can go to Blueblazer. Yes. I succeed, Madam Mockin, in doing so. Adore me from there. Oh, dear, oh, dear, dear, dear, dear. Well, that was unexpected, but I know that I should look at her phone. Well, I mean, you must have given me cars, I suppose. Oh, he's a pilot himself. He's merely persuaded for her that not to leave and not to show up on. What can you do, Miss Mockin? Tell the house. Take this great child of a ridiculous, insolent manly. How do you still have the time to see a nighter? It is quite impossible. It's the last night that Mr. Jones had picked him up because he could hardly leave him. Would I mind my own? Some sledge for both people? Um... I would like to ask you, as well, how I would spend my holidays. I'm Mr. Jones. Welcome to this room. Since I worked over holidays, I've worked with Mr. Jones and Mr. Jones on their list. He, Mr. Mockin, then suffers, then I talk and I don't sleep. I'm feeling lost, Mr. Jones. Hmm, look. This one is really funny. Is that what Mr. Jones could be about, Mr. Jones? Really? In blooming. Oh, your squire was right, Ron. I mean, you couldn't talk to the last one. I can't imagine how I ever... All right. Miss Mockin? Oh, Mr. Jones. The mind is dark. If a light comes in the mind, the rivers in the mind will run fast with the voice of many women. The world will fall in and it will be the end of the world. Where to? How was it? The book will change the scene. So the mind is dark. When I walk through the... Here's the company. Oh, fast, I think, yes. Through the shaft, in the dark, I can touch with my hand the leaves run the trees and then the mist, where the corn is green, with gone leaves. There is a wind in the shaft, not the leaves, but the carbon monoxide they talk about. It smells like a tree or a lot of it. The tree has first flowers lying about and that is my holiday. Do you know this wonder? What's the matter with it? What's the matter with it? What's the matter with it? Mr. Papros, the following is intolerable. The mind is T-L-E-N-E-S-S. Well, what was it, barai? A z for one thing. I never heard of no z. And they call me miss. Oh, are you not a miss? Yes, I am, but it's not polite. Oh. You say yes, it's not polite. Oh, no, it's not polite. Oh, double off A-T. No, leave. No, leave. What do you know? I don't know, miss, I'm not a miss. Four miles from you. How big is it? Well, four always gonna be at all. Have you any copies? Oh, yes. What? This miss. Put that button away. Do you know what you're polite? No, by my own self, my mother's dead and my father's. And my four big brothers were in the big top accident when I was ten years. Really? Oh, yes. Everybody was. Who taught you to read and write? What? What? The verb to keep. Oh, keep. Who taught you? I did. Five? I didn't know. Can I go now? No, no, no. Oh, tell me, do you want to learn any more? No, thank you. Why not? Of course. Well, is it hard? We laugh. Oh, I see. Have you ever written anything before this episode? No. Why not? Nobody never asked me to. What's the matter with it? Nothing is the matter with it. It's telling you maybe it's very clever. Oh. Have you ever been told that before? No, it means something. What effect does that mean, sir, on you? It's a bit sudden. It makes me feel that I want to know what is behind or all of them books here. Can we come tomorrow five o'clock? No, four o'clock, seven o'clock. At least miles to walk. Seven, then. That'll be all. Good night. Good night, Miss Papa. Oh, are you the one I spoke? Aye. I am the one, Miss Papa. Good morning, Miss Papa. Mr. Jones, come in here. Oh, I see, Papa. Oh, good God. What are you laughing about, Mr. Jones? Let's walk the street here. Here in this room. I will try. I need to get those boys out of that mine if I have to block my face and cut them up from the pit myself. Hey, hurry up, Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones, hurry up. I walk the street here. Let's go to the other side of the hall. I'm in my room in the dark. I'm in touch with my parents for the Cornishаст. Here you are. And I'd like to do a flashy commercial on voting. Music please. Mr. Jones, before I do a federal post to our application directly, I am a guest reception assistant. Two of the corners screen, starring Claudette Colbear as Miss Muffet and Cameron Mitchell as Morgan Evans Evan, with Margaret Rooster, and Mrs. Watkins. Ms. Moffat's school has become an accepted part of the little well-filled school, although still without the blessing of the choir, and the most promising student is a young coal miner, Moffat and Evan. Ah, I have my history for making Ms. Moffat. Nine pages, and I told you six. And from having said seven, what's your spelling? Have you got those longers, Voltaire? I think so, Ms. Moffat. Then go for your walk now. Good and loose, then be back in an hour. Yes, Ms. Moffat. And take your pen from behind your ear. Ah, ah, ah, ah. Listen to that, then. You've got them now. It's your first time at school. Okay. Good, but I'm not your blocker. You let me alone. Ms. Moffat. Oh, it's all in your doubt. I think you're getting to traffic. No, ma'am. Oh, what else do you think? I think it's going to take you to take a walk again. Take a walk? I think you're stopping the bridge. Turned me out of the quadrant in love. Right, ma'am. But why don't you tell her then? Because that's just what I'm going to do. Oh, it's not just Moffat. No sign of Moffat. I think it's going to walk, Ms. Moffat. That's a cobweb from his mind. And give him a chance to memorize his welfare. Oh, I hope he's nothing to be throw at, ma'am. Three years ago, we spoke in New England. That's the one you're having, Ms. Romberg. More than ever, he has the most brilliantly receptive mind I've ever come across. Don't tell me so, but... That you, Betty, are suffering your own settings. I don't feel good. Oh, poor Betty. Come here, dear. It's always getting down, Ms. Romberg. It's probably only the best. It's three years now. I know the games of everything you're up in the wild. What's dropping away? Guess he says he's been sticking down for two years. He's lucky. What have these brothers gone through? More fear. Oh, the new death has not seen forever. Well, I was not a couple more years old. Oh, not again. Why not? It's easy. What's the matter with your inside? It goes round and round. He's sticking down. Let him be not going to present. He's going for walks between lefties. He can go for one right now to the post office. Well, well, go on. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going to present to myself. Oh, how's that possible? Oh, I'm not going. Oh, my God. How's that possible? Well, I don't think so. I'm not going. I'm going. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going. You have to go to work. Go away. I've heard most of it that night, and I've ever had in my life, and that's been something. Well, Ron, what are you thinking of? Oh, I think that you would have to deal with Evans, and it's vital I make the right impression. What's wrong with an impression? Self-pressure, you know. Oh, quickly, Ron, let me see it. Oh, how wonderful, darling, you stopped by. Well, you wrote me a note, you know. I'm here to be insulted again, though. Call me an adult-headed dinkum-poop, you know. How can you ever forgive me? Don't know the haves. Tell me, sir, how did your prize winnings pay out the croquet, sir? A lot of money, now. But I don't even know what to do with these things. Oh, oh, oh, did they tell you about that? They thought this is the best you'll ever see in Africa. You know that, Lesley. You know the prize. Because Bethesda Butcher would not have understood a word if his little girl hadn't learned English here at my school. Oh, they never thought of that. Thank you. Again? Cry, you see, before you a tired woman who may have learned, and I have learned how right she were that night. But I, I heard you were speaking to Bethesda. No, no. You see, in one woman's womanly enthusiasm, one forgets that the quality is vital to success. Our intelligence, courage, and authority is not the quality of a man. Come, come, after all, but you meant well, I suppose. So kindly to say that, and I have no right to drag you. But you see, my problem is one of your young determinants. One of your former miners. And when you trouble her, what do you get up to? Oh, again? Oh, no. It's a monkey. A monkey? The little cocky filly. But that's a monkey. Oh, no, I assure you, you know, the problem is just more than ever himself. And like a true woman's prior, I have to scream into you for help. Scream away, dear lady. Scream away. Well, he's clever. To begin with, he can write. He was born with better except for this, and they must have, they ought to be given every time. You mean he might turn into a literary bloke? He might, yes. And bloke, how do you know? He's good, it's very good. How do you know, it's good. Oh, there's one not so good. That's fair. What's he gonna do with that? Well, he was a literary bloke, too. This young poet of yours has been to great credit to you, Clive. Imagine if you could say that he had known the both of us here as a boy on your estate. Oh, thank you. Welcome to the bar, Clive. Just look at me, Clive. He's pretty. It's the right honorable, early self-empty. Your honor is in your duty, William Shedts. I often think of the pride, the spirit in the Earl's bosom when his encouragement suggests that he's birthed to the masterpieces of a poor and tumble writer. Well, if the boy's really not ours, pity for me not to do something about it, huh? Great, and I can tell you exactly how you thought he'd do something about it. So, John, they're teaching a boy. Of course. There's a scholarship token. Oh. A scholarship to Oxford. Oxford. And to please you a lot more than ever to compete on one condition that you got for him. My dear lady, you take the chance. Oxford. How did he do it so clever at home? You know, it's not. The sort of future he could have, the background of the university is absolutely essential. So far, at least. Hang it all, he'll never get it. Oh, but then you must have the chance. He'll do you. You're a prospect of one of mine. Mine, Earl. You're the best, yes, Quire. The Earl. All through him, dear lady, all through him. I've got the line to go and drop the cap next week. Not in the last one. I must be off. No, I should be. No surprise that you wrote the letter tomorrow. Let me do all of you the draft for recommendation. You must. Oh, thank you. Well, okay. Stop out tomorrow night, you know. Oh, yes. Do that. Goodbye, dear lady. Oh, thank you so very much, Quire. Have your conditions and all, Quire. Glad you come to your senses. Ha, ha, ha. Now, come in now. Long, long, long. That long is so stupid. It fits on his head like a halo. What happened? What happened in five minutes? I have given you, Quire, the impression that he spent his whole time offering units and illiterates. I've been turning up to call him for a scholarship run. Oxford. Hallelujah. Oh, come in, Evan. What? I'm talking to you on a week, yes, Monday. A week? You mean it. Evan does. I'm putting you in for a scholarship at Oxford. Oxford? Where the lords go? This way, please. Oh, Evan, this is the mail file I mentioned. I'll tell you how to use it. I shall not need Greek or a mail file in a core mine. In a core mine? I'm going back to the mine. I do not want to learn Greek nor to pronounce any long words, nor to keep my hands clean. What's the matter with you? Why not? Because I was born in a wealth of fear when my mother was helping with our harvest. And I'll always live in a house with no stairs, only a laugh or with no water. And until my brothers were killed, I'd never sleep except three in a bed. Now, I know that's terrible grammar, but it's true. What on earth has three in a bed got to do with learning Greek? There's a lot. A lot? Science of pressure must help. You'd better take a mail file in a public barn as much as possible. I never had anything so ridiculous. You don't go to a public sauna. Yes, I do. Every afternoon for a week. And in your pocket money. Oh, my goodness. Because you are not interested in me. You're not interested in me. It's not the house when you'll be interested in the machine. That you'll put a penny in and if nothing comes out, you'll give it a stink. Heavens like your head says. Heavens sit up and bowl. Heavens watch this adoptive. You know what they call me in the village? No, the school teaches little dogs. What has it got to do with knowing if my nails are certain to my own business? I never meant to be noticed. I have spent my money on you. I don't mind that money should be spent. But time is different. As young as I am, two years is valuable currency. I have spent two years on you. And it is that first thing the mainstream of the school has been in your career. Sometimes in the middle of the night when I have been in desperate contry to really wait for any plans. Large and small, feasible and silly. Plans for you. And you tell me I have no interest in you. If I say any more, I'll start to cry. I haven't cried since I was younger than you are now. I'd never forget you for that. I'm going for a walk. Right this sort of conversation. If you want to go on, see it through tomorrow. It's not a joke. I don't want your money. And I don't want your time. And I don't want to be found close to no trained woman for nothing. I don't have time for you. I don't have time for you. This moth has gone for a walk. I said, Dennis, moth has gone for a walk. I don't feel like talking. I know this. You know. Money won't do. I won't. I like to know about everything. I like to know the things I like. I'm going away soon. This moth is coming me away. What? Will you miss me, Morgan? I don't know. This is fun, right? Put it in your place. Clever cat like me, lonely, messy, dark and woman. Of course. You don't have to go dark, baby. Clever cat like me. Of course. Like a normal moth is difficult. Do you think so? I don't think so. You, Morgan. This is what it is. The morning we've waited for has come. Slaughtering service. 60 acres in jamination for oxen. All the property had gone back to the mine last. Or some after that good good deal. You've missed lost it. It was a round miss. It was a round miss. You know me. This is what I want for you here by now. The robbers require coming home. If you make this call. The robbers thank me. I'm going to require a miss water to wash him. So he cannot see what I've found. Oh, I almost forgot. For you miss water. A card for miss water. Oh, Morgan. This has been gone for weeks. You will not miss her, miss. No. I don't like her, you know. Never have. That's your own short term. No. But I just never been able to type to her. The first time I saw her, I said no. What's going on? It's a deal soon, Morgan. I'm a client of this market. Would it not be splendid if he won? Two years isn't enough, Ron. Not even for him. He'll have strong candidates against him, boys from good schools. It all depends on how much the examiners will appreciate a highly original intelligence. But wouldn't this be exciting? It would be a wonderful thing, Ron. It would be a wonderful thing for a rural education all over the country. And most of all, it would be a wonderful thing for you. You know, I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about anything. I have a feeling there may be a question about the old boy in the paper case. I've got a plan. We're not too fast. Think of him before he starts. Oh, he must have noticed. He must have. Yes, it's a game. Yes, it's a game. Oh, but it cannot be you. This is a card. Well, this is unnecessary. Your mother's in the kitchen. She's here to see Mom. Then why are you here? There's questions and answers just like you, LeBang. You are time to say. Perhaps we had better return to the study, Miss Romany. Oh, oh yes. Very well. I can give you exactly one minute of my time. Why? Morgan Evans is sitting for his doctor's examination this morning. Well, he needs me. You won't ever be going to Oxford. And why not? Because they're going to be a little stranger. I'm going to have a little stranger. You're lying. And if you don't believe it's Morgan Evans, you just ask him. After about that time you locked me up. Then I said words with him. Oh. Or did he not doubt that you had no human feelings. You just ask him. Oh, what a nice thing to hear. As you know, I've come to tell him. And he has to marry me, of course, or I'll tell him not. After all, the little stranger. Stop saying little stranger. If you're going to have a baby, then call it a baby. Has he told anybody? Mr. Jones is all. Why? I wait for him here. For the next three hours, Morgan Evans is not going to be disturbed. You are not going to see him. You can't fully mean the way I am. Has he something here, does it? How could you use something, am I? You are going into the kitchen, Bessie, to see your mother. You will then go upstairs, and as soon as the examination is finished, you will talk it all over when there are a little more calm. You dare? I've got to see him. You've got to see him. If you mention this to anybody before we've had that talk, even your mother. I've surprised you so hard that I'm so proud of you. I mean every word of you. I don't mind. Three hours will go soon enough. Oh, sir! Oh, I'm so proud of you. How kind of you. It's like a dreadful game. You've got to call Mrs. Finnegarg. Anything from us. Sit down, Morgan. The questions are in this envelope. Now, before I break the seal, I have a feeling they may bring up Henry VIII. I've written down a couple of dates to memorize them. Yes, Mrs. Martin. Granted, it isn't me. You're really quite stupid, you know. Now, Morgan, just don't get excuse me. No. You're illegible. No. But I'm too great to wish my protege good fortune. Good match. Thank you. Ready? Ready. Mr. Granted, I'm ready. Yeah. Go for it. Miss Martin. Yes? The better first question. Henry VIII. No, no, no, no. That's three of the coinest three in a moment. You know, I read a story some time ago, but made me realize that there can be heroes of sea, as well as heroes of war. It was about a hockey MC in Tokyo, a name of Earl S. Whitney Jr. He'd been supporting two war orphans, a Chinese and a Japanese, for three years on a private page. He took little Fan Tung, age 13, under his wing first, when the Chinese lad began hanging around the Tokyo base. Whitney rented a place for Fan Tung and took over the duties of a father. Then here, Yama Kiyokichi, age 15, came along, and Whitney spread the other wing for him. For three years, he fed, educated, maintained, and closed affairs. And then he took on a nice job and a service to earn some extra change. He needed it. His army pay was $111.90 a month, and he spent about $100 a month on his two kids. He called the boys Mickey and Jimmy Whitney, and hoped that someday they'd all wind up at his home back in Southern California. But in the meantime, even though he was only a private in the army, he was a real hero to those two war orphans. And it all goes to prove that such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world up to more. Seven months since Morgan Evans took the examination for Oxford, seven months since Betsy White suddenly returned, and Justice suddenly disappeared again without seeing Morgan. All week, Morgan's been far from the village. In Oxford, waiting word of his success or failure. How can it be so calm, Mr. Jones? Didn't you know the whole village is down at the railway station? That's true. Oh, he hasn't wanted to embrace her heart. You would be as so keen as all that. I do not think so. But since his examination day, there have been so much better written. It has been appreciated, just as you've been conversing. Are you Mr. Jones? And not yet, Miss Roberts. Where's the flyer? Through the railway, but through the rest of them? Well, you can not appear nervous. I'm past your nervous, Ron. If he is one, I shall believe that that's it. And, and if he has more? If he is lost, we must first see if nothing has happened. Please, I, Mr. Jones, your report is on your desk. This one very far, I'm still waiting for you. Yes, Mr. Roberts. If he is lost... Morgan. I knew they'd be watching for me, so I got off the most. But that means... I have no news. One way or another, I'm no longer hopeful. Oh, why not? Well, they talk to me for oral. Oral? Oral examination. They jump down hard on the New Testament, as he said this. You, you are not a sailor. Better than a racing sailor. That's gone. Well, I spent ten minutes explaining why St. Paul sailed from a town one hundred miles inland. Oh, dear. I'm a friend. Not good. I said, not to any more, to everything, but it did not fit every time. Did the president send for you? He did. He asked if I had ever had strong drinks, and I looked him straight in the eye and said, No. I was terribly nervous. My collar flew open. He didn't seem impressed with me at all, and then as I was leaving, he appeared to be sorry for me in some way, and I, well, received the impression that I failed. When did we know? Today, tomorrow, the next day, they'll send you the work. Failed. What, I cannot really talk about. What we must talk about. You face the idea of failure, the day you left for Oxford. But no, I've been to Oxford and come back, come back from the world. This is the day I was born. I've been a prisoner behind the stone wall. And now somebody has given me a leg up to have a look at the other side. They cannot drag me back at me. They cannot, they must, give me a point and send me over. I've never heard you talk so much without your help. That's just it. I can talk now. The three days I've been there, I've been talking my head off. My second night there, I took a walk. There was a moon up. It's not the same moon I've seen here. It's a different place altogether. All of a sudden, with one big rush against that moon, I saw this place again. You, that, were sitting there studying and all those books and everything I've ever learned from those books and from you were glided up like that. Like a magic lantern, Rome, Greece, Shakespeare, Carlisle, Milton, everything. Everything had a meaning because I was in a new world and thought it came to me why you worked like a slave to make me ready for this color ship. I didn't work for the staff. I have not been drinking this morning. I know. I can talk to you too now. I'm glad. Finding this raising a definite strain, telling the land they'll send the results through the post. Where is it? Still eating? And it's not the test. These are questions coming through. I don't think ever that will be. The young man will stop. Thank you. That's the best idea. How'd you go? Come on. What, what, what to do? It's just three days ago she sent one of you. Did you not receive the letter? Yes, I did. Not all the others till I was sick of. What is all this? I need to congratulate a certain young gentleman in case he's one of our scholars. No, no, no. What has that got to do with you? You've been this wrong way it's like this. You don't think? Four weeks ago yesterday I had a baby. You had a what? Seven pounds, nine ounces. Who'll have them? Oh, God, man. But I've got some for the folks here. Hello, Mum. My, you do look a golly mop. And where did you bring all these mumps and doing what by not to know? Turning you into a granny. A granny? Well, thank you. So close the door, Mum. And have a good sleep. Later we shall know, Miss Mothfish. I've just been telling them. You know what? Now I think it's time you call us who the fellow is. Proceeding, that's what I would take for sending. Well, Mothfish, who is it? Listen to me, Mothfish. I'll pay you anything. Anything. It's no good, Miss Mothfish. It's more than ever. Oh, I don't believe you. Oh, Mum. I've been dreading this for months in a way to relieve. Well, where is he? I've got a four-week-old baby and I haven't got a husband to keep him. Well, call him. There's no need to call him. I am willing to marry him but serving on the effort to every address is like three-eight-doubles of access. You like that, Miss Mothfish, wouldn't you? Oh, I'd like to ride, really, but I couldn't. Besides, my friend would be the audience. You're a friend. Ever such a nice gentleman, Mum calls as well. I have never heard such a conversation outside a police car. I suppose you wouldn't care to marry me. Good question. Doesn't this friend of yours want to marry you? Don't talk of anything else. Only run off the baby. So I've decided to give up my friend and marry Morgan Heaven. Unless Mr. Jones would consider the baby without me. That's it. Do you think of me? Your only child? What about your mother-in-law? I haven't got any, didn't you know? Oh, I cannot relate to your mother-in-law. You won't make Morgan Heaven marry you on the chance he will become fond enough of the child to ensure it's due to it. Then your conscience will be clear and later you can go off on your own. I shouldn't be surprised at all. Meanwhile, it's worthwhile to ruin a boy on the threshold of... Oh, there must be a way out. There must be. And look as well. I got this. What? Why can't you adopt it? This is what a baby would do. Would that be you, baby? For this? Yes. Yes, it was. What could I do with a baby? I don't even know what they look like. Oh, they're lovely little things. Now, it's all over. Stop it. It's what it's done here. Oh, do please. You didn't put everything to run. You might grow up like a father, you know? You can't have quite now. Oh, it's mad. You're the grandmother of my son. Oh, I couldn't. Now, I don't bid it no ill will, but every penny I get goes to the court. You're the one here, reading you are. Mr. Rocky, you mean that if I do not adopt this child... I will have to tell Morgan Evans and he will ask you to marry me. I swear that. And if I do, then I swear you'll never know a thing about it. Then I do this. Oh, that's lovely. The friend will be pleased. I'm along now, and you're ready to propose later, shall we? I only did it to spark you, you know? Oh, which one must be very true, thanks for the wish. And Morgan? Why? This choir has told me. He thought I knew. Then he said it was for the best that I ought to be told. Why? Why should this happen? There is no need for you to upset yourself. This prophet is going to take care of me. What? I'm going to adopt it. And what do you take me for? Then what would you like to do? What would I like to do? It's not a question of what I would like to do, it's what I'm going to do. I'm going to marry her, and that's final. I knew this would happen. Answer it, Morgan. No. No, I'll go. It may be this choir, and I don't want to hear it. Oh, thank you. It's a telegram. Come on. You have won the scholarship, Morgan. You don't deserve this opportunity. Oh, what's the use in women? Morgan. I understand. If ever anybody has stood at the crossroads, you are now. It's no use, this prophet. I'm going to marry her. I'm going to speak to you very simple, Morgan. I want you to change suddenly, from a boy to a man. Now, I understand this is a great shock to you, but I want you to throw off this crisis option and see that you're the right thing. See if you ever promise to marry her. No, no, no. If you ever tell her that you love her. No, no, but it makes no difference that there is a child living and breathing on this earth because of me, and I cannot turn from that part. But don't you know that she has her own plans and she doesn't want the child? If you marry her, you know what will happen, don't you? You will go back to the mind. In a year, she will have let you go. She wouldn't drink me again, and this time you will not stop. That is not all to the thought that I have a duty to them, Morgan. Yes, you have a duty. But it's not to this... this lucrative lady. You mean a duty to you? No. A year ago, I might have said a duty to you. But that night you showed your teeth and gave me a lot to think about. You caught me under wear and I gave you the worst possible answer back. I turned sorry to myself and he taunted you with any gratitude. And I thought I was a fool not to realize that a debt of gratitude is the most humiliating debt of all. As a little show of affection sort of wiped it out, Morgan, I offered you that affection today. Why are you saying this to me, though? Because as the moments are passing and I am going to get my way, I know that I'm never going to see you again. Never again? But why? If you're not tomorrow, it would be madness to come in contact with the child. So if I'm adopting the child, you can never come to see me. Common sense, Morgan. You've been given the push over the war you asked for. But you... You will be staying here. Well, can I never come back after everything you've done for me? Every morning when I take my walk up there where the valley suddenly dropped here, you know the place? Yes. I have found myself thinking of you working for this scholarship and winning it. And I have experienced a feeling of complete happiness. I shall experience it again. You have no disease anymore, Morgan. Your own disease to the world. What? Now that you're going, there's no harm in telling you something. I don't think you realize what your future can become if you give it a chance. You could become a great man of our country. If a light come into the mind, you should remember. Make that light come into the mind and someday free the children. Morgan, you could be more, much more. You can be a man's force each and every nation to be proud of. But I'm mad. I don't know. It's up to you. I... I do not know what to say. I have been... so much time in this room. The lessons are over, Morgan. I should always remember. Well, I'm glad you say you will. Please, you... Yes, it will. This is how to make free Morgan. You have to come to town hall. Please, man, please. I'll never forgive you. Goodbye, Morgan. I... I am shook. I cannot talk. Yes, I am. It's all over. Where have you come to this show from service, man? There are post marks from all over the world. It's plain to see that they're having a wonderful opportunity to present traditions among people of other lands. They're finding out, too, that these ideas of other people are so strange after all. For instance, in Saqqab in northern France, most of the men of a village are fishermen. Before venturing out to sea, they gather in the Notre-Dame du Salute church to make their devotion, seeking divine guidance for a successful trip and safe return. Benedictine services are held also at other parts of France, England and Newfoundland, in Greece and Italy. They're of a religious nature, but fishermen are pretty superstitious, too. Many of them will refuse to join a ship that does never mascot. Some refuse to sail on certain days, or when the tide is running a certain way. I just don't think you'll be lucky for them. All this might sound strange, but as our servicemen have observed, we have our own traditions about the sea. In some cases, these are religious, too, such as the services that are held in San Diego and Wilmington, California, and New Orleans and other fishing centers in Louisiana. We have other customs as far as luck is concerned, a crisping of a ship by breaking a bottle of wine and a water over its mouth, a carrying of a dog, cat, or other animals and mascots. And the rituals still exist when crossing the equator of initiating the first timers, introducing them to King Neptune, the royal chaplain, the surgeon, the barber, and the royal baby. It's an enduring custom that dates back into antiquity when men in all seriousness made homage to the sea gods. These things are part of our culture, and they have their equivalence among the customs and traditions of other people. The way of doing things may be different, but the ideals are the same. And our servicemen are helping to maintain goodwill between us and the people of other countries by observing these customs, by learning about them, and by honoring them. Now, here's what to tell you. Well, sing with our stars, and we welcome them back to the footlights for this cold bear and Cameron mixture. I'm impressed. Twenty-four appearances on the radio theater. Did you repeat some of your pictures several times? No. The only picture you ever repeated was Farming honeymoon. I did that twice. Well, I'm not only impressed, Gary, I'm not destroying and all those pictures, but your career is zooming ahead, Tom. Let me tell you about next week's play. It's the light-hearted romantic adventure of a glamorous young model who finds her entire life rearranged by a chance encounter with a marriage broker. Yes, it's that hilarious hit from 20th Century Fox, the model and the marriage broker.