 P.O.S.T. P.O.S.T. Post. The serials you like the most brings you the Roy Rogers show, starring the king of the cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. It's round the... Time on the double-r bar. So sad you're home. The double-r bar ramps transcribe stories and songs of the real west with the whipperwills, the wisest trail scout of the mall, Jonah Wilde, played by Forrest Lewis, the queen of the west, Dayelevens, and in person, the king of the cowboys, Roy Rogers. Well, howdy, folks. This is Roy Rogers. Breakfast is no trouble these days, is it, buckwheat? And neither is a between-meal snack. Not when mom keeps post-serials on the shelf. She knows just as we do that you can count on anything bearing the brand-name P.O.S.T. You know, a very interesting couple stand at Dayele's Hotel. Professor Douglas Manson and his wife. We don't know much about him, but the papers said he was a noted geologist, doing some research across the border. How much longer do you think I'll put up with this, Douglas? We can't quit now, Grace. Wait. Wait. All I do is wait. While you go traipsing across the border every morning, gone all day. Don't get back till five o'clock, sometimes six or seven. Hold this pad between my shoulders. I'll strap it on. Doesn't my ingenuity appeal to you? A knowledge of geology and a pad of sponge rubber strapped between my shoulders and everyone, even the customs officials. Think of me as a little hunchback professor traveling back and forth across the border, lending my knowledge to scholars of a foreign land. Smuggling was fun when we ran the stuff across the border at night. It's fun now, too. Every afternoon as I cross back to this side with my hump stuffed with contraband, the border guards treat me with the greatest courtesy. And all the time I'm out wedding them. Well, there, I'm ready. I'll see you late this afternoon, Grace. The soft-spoken man twists his body a bit, puts a benign smile on his face and leaves the Eureka Hotel, looking for all the world like the kindly little hunchback professor of geology he pretends to be. As he leaves to disappear in the direction of the border, his wife seats herself, takes yarn from her ever-present shopping bag, and begins to knit. Late in the afternoon, the sun's rays cast the last shadows of a peaceful day over Mineral City's Main Street. Roy Rogers and Jonah Wilde have tied their horses to the hitching rail and are entering Dale's Hotel. Hi, doggies, Roy. I thought a whole tin star reminds me of now. Howdy, Dale. Who's that, Jonah? Hi, Roy. Jonah. Hi. Old Doc Quincy. Quincy the Quack. Well, I don't believe I ever met him. He was a pretty good doc, Roy, until he wanted to buy some kind of a mysterious machine. He said, a mysterious machine claimed it was a camera that could take pictures inside a person. What's all this? Well, we're supposed to meet the sheriff here, Dale. Yeah, well, Dale, I was just telling Roy that old tin star acted as mysterious as Quincy the Quack done when he wanted that fake machine to take pictures inside of a person. He didn't call the machine a next ray, did he? Well, something like that. Well, anyway, he claimed he needed it to find out what was wrong with Barbara Kinney, and he tried to get the banker, Marion Connolly, clutching Connolly, say clutching Connolly, to lend him the money to buy it. Well, natural old clutching Connolly was too smart for that. But of course. Yeah, but the doc was determined. Yeah, he even offered to pay clutches fair to the city and have a picture took inside of him. But old clutching just laughed and called the doc a quack. What about Barbara Kinney? Oh, well, he got a sensible doc for her, but she died anyway, say she died. And so did clutching, died of bad headaches. When it was all over, doc Quincy said that clutching could have been saved if he'd have had a picture took inside of his head, because they'd have found out their tumor and operated. He died. Roy, down the street. Come on, it's a sheriff. The man with him has been hit. What is it, sheriff? What's the matter? Somebody got this man as I was taking him to the hotel. Dale, will you help look after him? Jonah, we'll see if we can find the gunman. You stay here, Roy. I need you. Hey, I don't know who did the shooting. Let's see how badly he's hurt. And I sure got to hand it to you, Tin Star. Can't everybody can pull a fella around in front of him between the time a gun is fired and a bullet hits. Author, for your information, this man runs a store in Score Creek. I picked him up because I found him dealing in smuggled goods, but he was ready to talk. That sounds bad. We were on our way to see you, Roy. I thought if he gave you the information on the gang he was dealing with, you could work undercover until the federal man got here. Well, I reckon that's out now. We're evidently being watched. He'll have to have attention right away. I was watching across the street, Dale. I saw the shooting. Is he dead? Just badly hurt, Mrs. Manson. You'll have to excuse us, Mrs. Manson. We've got to get this man over to the hotel where he can be taken care of. Well, I'll go right along with you. Maybe I can sort of keep watch over things and help some. OK, if you want to. But Sheriff, if you and Jonah will help, we'll carry him to the lobby. Dale, you go ahead and hold the doors open. You bet, Doc. We'll follow your advice to the letter. That certainly fixes things for us. Oh, I don't think the document, these fellas, too sick to talk at all. Sheriff, did this fella give you any inkling at all about the smuggling operations? No. I found him with the contraband in the store and the rest of them. That's when I sent word for you to meet me here at the hotel. Dale, you've got a lot of work to do now. I'll attend to that. It looks to me like the shot came from about Bill Palmer's place, a man stationed up on that roof with a rifle. Now, you know there's really no use in all of us staying here. I haven't a thing to do. I just gladly take care of the wounded man. We'll take turns, Mrs. Manson. Well, of course, Dale. Now, I'll watch over him the first few hours. The sheriff or a deputy will have to be here, too. This man is a prisoner. Oh. I think we'll all stay for a while. If he comes to and talks, we can save time by hearing what he says. Dale or I could tell you. We appreciate your offer, though, Mrs. Manson. Well, I'm just glad to help. Well, as long as you don't need me right away, I'll run upstairs and see a Professor Manson's home so he'll know where I am. Sure, you go right ahead and take your time. We may be here for quite a while. Jonah and the sheriff give their attention to the wounded man. Roy and Dale watch Mrs. Manson as she leaves the room. Her short, somewhat untidy figure moves slowly through the door and straight ahead along the corridor, then turns the corner. Roy and Dale glance at each other questioningly, as though wondering whether the woman is nosy or merely neighborly. They bend over the wounded man once more. But what if Mrs. Manson, once safely around the corner, she drops all pretense of being unhurried. She races toward the stairs. She enters her room. Professor Manson is there. She gives him the details of what has happened. He becomes agitated, alarmed. And I brought a load back. Reaching to my hump, take it. We'll have to get rid of it quick. All right, but I ought to be down there with them. Norf's was ready to talk, even before he was wounded. He may talk all right. If he does, no. They'll come up here and we want to be clean. They can't hold us unless they find evidence on us. No, but they... Besides, that Bill Palmer ought to be warned. You can do that when you take the stuff out. Don't stand there. Get the stuff out of my hump. Come on, Grace. I'm doing the best I can, Douglas. Mrs. Manson pulls a tissue paper-covered packet from the false hump on her husband's back. She puts it at the bottom of her knitting bag, hangs the bag over her arm, and leaves the room. A moment later, her dumpy figure may be seen strolling across Mineral City's Main Street toward Bill Palmer's place, a known hangout for criminals. Somebody ought to tell Mrs. Manson to keep out of Bill Palmer's. It's no place for a woman. She sells her knitting to somebody over there, Roy. Roy, I think I'll run over to the office, find out if there's any word from the federal man. OK, Sheriff. I'll be back as soon as I can. Howdy, Professor. Howdy, too, Sheriff. My wife told me I was... Nothing to get excited about. Roy, I want to help. Smugglers are traitors to their country as much as... I appreciate your offer, Professor. His pulse is stronger. He may regain consciousness for a few minutes. Then, uh, he hasn't confessed? No, not yet. Well, I hope he does. Anyone so lacking in appreciation for their country... Quiet, Professor. ...ought to serve the maximum term I'd better still be forced to live in a foreign land. Professor, just a minute. If this man regains consciousness... I know what foreign countries are compared to the United States. They just are... Roy, his lips are moving. I cross the border every day, but at night I make sure... Why can't you be quiet, Professor? I just don't like to stay there. You're going to make us miss what our prisoner says. Oh, I'm sorry, Roy. I'm dreadfully sorry. Just wave the flag. Don't blow on it. He said Palmer. Bill Palmer. Convolution. I was right then. Come on, Jonah. We're going over. Wait. Please, Roy. What? Mrs. Manson. She's at Palmer's place. If you go now, there may be shootings. She'll be in danger. Give me time to get her out. All right, go ahead. We'll give you exactly five minutes, but no more. In five minutes, we're taking that place apart. You and Jonathan, go now, Roy. I got this extra blanket to keep the... Three shots ring out. Dale's screens drop to the floor. There in the doorway are two men. Guns smoking at point at the wounded man on the bed. Roy springs up. Jonah, come on. They're after the prisoners. By now, I'm sure you, Roy Rogers fans, know our little sugar crisp jingle by heart. As a cereal, it's dandy. For snacks, it's so handy. Or eat it like candy. But have you tried it all those ways yet? If not, you're missing out on some real fun eating. You bet. It's wonderful to start your day off with post-sugar crisp. Just pour it out into big breakfast bowls and add milk or cream. You don't need any sugar. It's just sweet enough. Mm, that wonderful sugar and honey coated puffed wheat makes such a delicious cereal. But breakfast time isn't the only time folks enjoy post-sugar crisp. It was just made for between meal snacks or just before bedtime. And wherever you are at work or at play, it's lots of fun to reach right into the post-sugar crisp package and eat it like candy. Yes, post-sugar crisp is fun to eat all day long. Try it all those ways soon. Get post-sugar crisp in the famous red, white, and blue post-package with the three little bears on the front. Roy springs at the two gunmen who've entered the room to kill the captured smuggler. His fist crashes against the nose of one of them. Another blow to the side of his head throws him off balance. Roy hits him again. He goes down. Jonah is swinging at the second back. Jonah's hit. He crumples and falls. A man raises his gun. Roy swings and the fight is over. You all right, Dale, Jonah? Yeah, Roy. Oh, yes, I feel good, Roy, for a fellow who just took on Samson, Joe Lewis, and the fine-cut bus all. Where'd they come from? They followed you into the room when you came back with a blanket for our prison. They didn't want any confession made, I guess. Hey, look at the holes in that pillow. Wow. Another inch and they'd have got our prisoner. Get up. Come on, hustle, both of you. Spread on the floor. One thing Dorothy may like about me is my dignity. When do you armbers want to tell us who sent you here? Before we lock you up or later? Yeah. Looks like we'll have to wait till later, Roy. OK, get moving. You stay with Dale, Jonah. I'll have a deputy here to help guard as soon as I can. We'll be all right, Roy. You two be careful going through this door and down the stairs. One false move and we'll. Oh, jeez. What? Look out, Manson, keep away. The two gunmen are the posting the door, running to Professor and Mrs. Manson, who are entering. Mrs. Manson accidentally or deliberately turns an ankle and falls. Professor Manson bends over her and is between the two gunmen and Roy. The gunmen see a chance to escape. They run along the corridor. For heaven's sake, my wife, don't endanger my wife. Stop, hold it. Get up. As Roy fires, the two gunmen leap through the window at the end of the corridor and are gone. Roy and Jonah run toward the window. There, down the main street, on horseback. Don't shoot, Jonah. There are others on the street. How did pole cats get horses so fast? I don't know unless somebody brought them up and had them ready, waiting below the window. Roy, who do you think? Oh, my ankle hurts. I'm not sure, Jonah. I'm sure it's nothing serious, Mrs. Manson. We'll get the sheriff and see that our one prisoner is guarded. And we'll find Bullitt and put him on the trail of those two armors. The quicker they're caught, the better. Yeah, them pole cats stopped for some reason. She's attract. They stopped all right. Then they headed across the rocks. Come on, Bullitt. Find the trail. What is it, fella? Something's wrong with him. Yeah, well, I'll bet you I know what happened. Them morseback chuckleheads stopped here and tied some bags of red pepper to the horse's hox. You may be right, Jonah. Oh, gee, I hope not. Bullitt's lost the trail. He shouldn't have in a country like this. Yeah, red pepper tied in the cloth bag to a horse's hox will do it, just enough pepper leaks through the cloth when the horse is running to confuse things. The sheriff's prisoner was wounded. He was ready to confess, and somebody knew he was, because two trigger men came into the hotel to kill him. We took them, and they escaped. Because horses were outside waiting for them. Yeah. Yeah, and because Mrs. Flippity-Jibbit twisted her ankle bone. Mrs. Manson was around quite a bit during all that happened. As long as we've lost the trail, let's go back to town and see what we can find out about her. There are fine people, Roy, both Professor Manson and his wife. He's a geologist doing work for the folks across the border. Who says so? And Mrs. Manson works hard herself at her knitting, probably to help out, because the professor doesn't make much money. Yeah, I've noticed she seems to have that knitting bag with her most of the time. I wonder where they are now, up in the room? Probably. Let's go see them. There's a few questions on the subject of geology I'd like to ask the professor. We may not have another chance to leave, Douglas. They're closing in on us. I'm sure they are. If we leave now, they'll suspect us sure. The best thing we can do is to follow our regular routine for a while, until this blows over. I don't feel easy. Any time things look dangerous, all you have to do is send a wire to the scholar. Sure, that's all right for you, but what about me? Listen. I'll go. My hump all right? Yeah. Everything will be fine. Let me handle it. Oh, how do you do? We call to find out how Mrs. Manson is. Me? Oh, my ankle. Oh, yes, it's much, much better. Won't you come in? Thanks, we'd like to. That is, if we're not disturbing you. Oh, no, not at all. Did you capture the gunman? Practically, but it's the last minute to get away. Oh, what a shame. Well, sit down, won't you? I understand you're doing some very interesting work, professor. Well, yes, yes it is. What is your studying, exactly? Well, it's rather technical. We're concerning ourselves chiefly with the Paleozoic era. The Silurian formations is contrasted with the Ordovician, particularly the Nagarian. Well, now, ain't that a situation? We believe we've definitely established that Silurian fauna, particularly the brachypods, were larger than the Ordovician. Now, that'll change after the election. Well, that is interesting. Professor, I, well, I've made sort of a hobby of geology and myself. I wondered if you'd mind if Jonah and I rode down with you. Today? Yes. Dale can stay here to keep Mrs. Manson company. Why, we'll be careful not to get in your way. Well, I guess it'll be all right. Well, fine. Let's leave now, shall we? Well, you go ahead, Douglas. I'll just take it easy. About all I have to do today is send a telegram. Everything will be all right. The dumpy little woman accompanied by Dale leaves the room to send an all-important telegram and then spent the next few hours in apparent leisure. During those same few hours, Roy and Jonah ride toward the border with Professor Manson. Their progress is slow, very slow. Perhaps because the professor wishes to make sure his wife's telegram has time to arrive at its destination. The building straight ahead is the one we want. We'll leave the horses here and the dog, too. All right, sure. Evidently, your scholar friends got here ahead of us. I see their horses tied behind the shack. Well, yes. They live here. Suppose we ground-hitch our horses. The dog should be tied, though. Don't worry about the bullet. He'll stay wherever I tell him. I'm afraid my companions may be uneasy with the dog around. Your companions in the shack, you mean? The companions are indeed in the shack. Men who appear to be anything but scholars, their leader looks through the dirty windows out toward Roy, Jonah, and the professor. They're here, two hombres beside the professor. I guess the telegram Gray sent meant we was to take him. She said today is Douglas's birthday. Help him celebrate. Wait a minute. One of them's Roy Rogers. Yeah, and now we know she meant we was to take him. Every gun's ready, boys, and don't fool. I'll show you our specimens when we get inside the shack. They're very interesting. Well, just a minute. I'd like to see this building here first. This? Why, this is just a shelter for horses in bad weather. I know. Move on inside, professor. But go ahead. Well, of course. But I don't see what is interesting about that. That's good, right there. Professor, your friends in the shack aren't scholars. Why, of course they are. No, they're not. I recognize the horses. And the horses are tied in front of Bill Palmer's place in Mineral City several times a week. You're mistaken, sir. The horses belong to gunmen, owl hoots, Manson the jigs up. They're part of a smuggling ring, and so are you. No, why, that's ridiculous. You let us down here to be killed. But we're going to take them. Take them and you with your help. I want you to change your clothes with me. Change clothes? So I can get into the shack without being killed. We want to take them with as little shooting as possible. No, you can't take my clothes. I won't let them. Grab him, Jonah. Yeah. Yeah. All right. Yeah. Whoop. Shirt tore. Hold still now. Yeah, your shirt did tear. And what's this underneath? Well, some newfangled kind of it. You're not a hunchback after all, are you, Mr. Manson? This is a sponge rubber, hollow, and used to carry contraband back and forth. Let me alone. Let me alone, I say. Stand quiet. We won't change clothes. You go into the door of the shack and ask your friends to come outside. Do it without giving any signals to Manson, because we'll have our guns trained on you every second of the time. If you're a chief rain in the face in the morning, get off the warpath with a breakfast built around new improved post-toasties. The Heap Good Corn Flakes. Post-toasties are crisp, fresh, packed with the rich, sweet, kernel flavor of corn. The cereal, it's a hit with both big Indians and little Indians. Post-toasties, Heap Good Corn Flakes. The best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it, Heap Good Corn Flakes. Post-toasties, Heap Good Corn Flakes. So put a feather in your cap, mom, by making sure your early morning hunters find a heap of post-toasties in their breakfast bowls. Talk about corn flavored freshness that'll make them hoop for more. Say you're talking about post-toasties, the best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. Post-toasties, Heap Good Corn Flakes. The best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it, Heap Good Corn Flakes. Post-toasties, Heap Good Corn Flakes. Post-toasties, Heap Good Corn Flakes. Come outside a minute, will you? What for? I want you to see something. Everything's all right. There's nothing to worry about. OK. She said we was to help you celebrate. Before all hoots begin filing from the shack, Roy and Jonah wait tensely until the last man clears the door so none will be left inside. As the last man comes into the open, the leader whips his gun from his holster. Instantly, Roy's gun speaks. The gun flies from the outlaw's hand. Roy lunges toward the group. Jonah follows. Bullet, come on, boy. Here, fella. The great guard leaps toward them. And at an instant, the battle is in full progress. Roy, Jonah, and bullets against four outlaws. And the man who calls himself Professor. Bullet, sings out a gunman, pulls him to the ground. One man goes down and a Roy's blows. Jonah has knocked the man to his knees. Roy takes another. Only one man is left, Bill Palmer. Roy, recognizing him, even as he drives up blow to the outlaw's stomach. Palmer staggers, his body slumps, he falls forward. On guard, Bullet. Watch him, fella. Now look who's undignified. We'll march him to the nearest town, Jonah. Get as much of a confation as we can, then lock him up until we can make arrangements to take him across the border to our side. You really cleaned up that bunch, Roy. And no thanks to me. Boy, how could I ever have been so stupid as to let Mrs. Manson send that telegram? It was a perfectly innocent telegram, Dale. At least outwardly. And we had no real reason to suspect the Mansons were involved in the smuggling ring. And anyway, it all came out all right. Sure. As long as I have Jonah and Bullet, I can get along. You bet your life. He just went, oh, now, wait a minute here. You're putting me in the same class with a dog. Well, thank the man, Jonah. Now, listen, you tend to start more smack. You just come down. Whoa, whoa, here, hold it a minute. Jonah, you've done such a big day's work. Why don't you enjoy yourself for a while? Go over and see Dorothy May. Why, sure. You said you hadn't called on her for a whole week. Yeah, well, I can't tonight, unless you. Well, I hate to ask you this. It ain't exactly the first of the months yet, Roy. How much do you need, Jonah? Well, it's kind of hard to tell. See, the last time I was there, she had my book typed as far as I'd read it. I say, as far as I'd read it. So she said, why don't we just have supper here instead of going out? Then afterwards, we could sit and listen to the radio. Radio? I thought you said she didn't have a radio. She has now. Uh-oh. Yeah, well, we was going to sit and listen to it while she knit me a pair of socks. Well, of course, I thought that'd be fine. Supper wouldn't cost me nothing that way. And then she found out she didn't have no soda. And she wanted to make me some soda biscuits, so we had to go to the store for some. I can see what's coming. Well, the upshot of the whole business was that we had to hire a horse and buggy from the liver stable to get home with the soda. And the other little things that Dorothy may have run out of. Oh, boy, are you being taken? But I don't realize it until later. She looks at me, you know, from under them long lashes. And she gives me that fetch me a sandwich smile. And he did. Oh, sure. Well, to tell the truth, I just don't know nothing until the day after tomorrow. Jonah, I'll advance you $5 and no more. And maybe a day after tomorrow, you'll thank me for not giving you anymore. I'm just a prairie canary with a heart that's warm as toast, but somehow I don't want to marry. Guess I love the range the most. T for Texas, that's the place for me, as I can see. Now the maker of the trees will paint my face and the wind will comb my hair. Anyplace, though, I have in a single care. Meet a man and he holds your hand, says you love your all your life. Yes, he means it then, but he forgets it when that creature makes your man in white. He thought a buoy in life with a 45 in, for as I can see. Soup that I'm up and I'm on my way, it's for me. And I'm a Texas hen. And when we make it and stuff, you better not show up a dollar short and an hour late to get myself a break. Say unto all of you, from all of us, goodbye, good luck, and may the good Lord take a liking to you. See you next week. Happy trade. Happy trade. Roger's show is brought to you by Post Serials, each week at this same time, with the Whipperwills, Forrest Lewis, Dale Evans, and the King of the Cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. An art brush production transcribed, directed by Tom Hargis, scripted by Ray Wilson, music by Milton Charles. Featured in today's cast were Frank Hemingway, Herb Butterfield, Stan Waxman, Vivi Janis, and Leo Curly. This is Art Ballinger speaking for P-O-S-T. Post Serials. Happy trade. Who cares about the clouds if we're together?