 From Hollywood, the Hollywood Radio Theater. Tom Fontaine, in The President's Lady. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving Cummings. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight's play is The President's Lady. It's based on the novel by Irving Stone, a biographer of so many famous Americans. It's about Andrew Jackson. Andrew Jackson was one of our greatest presidents. But tonight in The President's Lady, we'll tell you the tender story of his deep love for his wife, Rachel. As Andrew Jackson, we have Charlton Heston recreating his role from the original 20th Century Fox production. And as Mrs. Jackson, one of Hollywood's loveliest stars, Joan Fontaine. Tennessee Territory, not far from the settlement of Nashville is the Donaldson place. A few moments ago, a stranger on horseback rode through the stockade. What do you want? I beg your pardon, ma'am. I'm looking for the widow Donaldson. My mother isn't here. My name's Andrew Jackson. I'm a friend of John Overton. Oh, far. You're his new law partner. John said there's an empty room in the cabin you rent him. So I rode out to see if you'd considered taking me too. Well, there is an empty room, Mr. Jackson, but I'm not mistress here. My mother won't be back till late this afternoon. I might even be of some use around here. I've had experience fighting Indians and I'm a crack shot with a rifle. Heaven knows we could use all the protection we can get. Yet at the same time, I'm quiet and peace-loving. Why don't you just take your saddlebags over to John's cabin and wait for my mother to get them? Thank you, ma'am. You can stay for supper if you like. I was, frankly, hoping you'd invite me. Well, there's bound to be plenty. My mother's gone to fetch my two sisters. Stop it tonight, sort of a family reunion. Are you superstitious? No, why? Today's Tuesday, isn't it? Yes. You know everything that ever turned out right for me was something I started on a Tuesday. There's Irish in your background somewhere. Somewhere? If it doesn't show in my face, it doesn't my temper, I'm told. And you are peace-loving, ma'am. Come along, Mr. Jackson. I'll show you to the cabin. That was their meeting. Andrew Jackson and Rachel. And that night at supper. Don't tell me we're late, Miss Rachel. I've just been telling Andrew that you don't get fed around here unless you're on time. Too many miles to feed tonight to wait on you, John Overton. Sit down. Thank you. Well, here he is, everyone. My new law partner, Andrew Jackson. This is my mother, Mr. Jackson. And the finest woman in the whole Cumberland. How do you do, ma'am? I'm Mr. Jane. The prettiest. My sister Mary. The sweetest. My brother Samuel. The fightnest. And my brother William. The stubborn. Now, all these youngins, Andrew, they belong to Mary and Jane. But where are your husbands? Oh, they're home, cousin John. But they've been signs of Indians, so we packed the children over here for a day or two. You've been long in Nashville, Mr. Jackson. Not long, ma'am, last month. What sort of law cases do you handle? Why, Andrew, just settled one of the biggest suits for damages in the history of this territory. Tell them, Andrew, tell them. I don't think the ladies would... Oh, yes, they would. Well, Mr. Jackson? Well, a client of mine got into a fight and had his ear bitten off. And Andrew got him four dollars cash for his ear, of which he gets half. Is it really possible to buy a man's ear off? Rachel, I don't think it's a subject we should pursue at the table. You're quite right, ma'am. You're attached to the Nashville Court officially, Mr. Jackson. Why, Andrew carries the highfalutin title of Attorney General Man. What's it mean? Well, it means that he prosecutes criminals when he can find them. Other times, I'm... stretchin' mighty hard to find a client. But with two dollars cash, he can pay a whole month's board in advance. I don't think Mrs. Donaldson's quite decided, John. Mother, Samuel said he saw Indians lurking around the hills yesterday. We ought to have more protection. Well, Mr. Jackson, as you can see, we're long on women and children and short on men. If you can endure us, we'd be glad to have you. Well, thank you, ma'am. Thank you. And now, Mr. Jackson? Yes, Ms. Rachel. Pass your plate and have some chicken. There was sort of a celebration that night, what with visiting relations and a brand new border and dancing and apple cider. Then someone else rode through the stockade, became looking for Rachel, and he found her dancing with a man he'd never seen before. Excuse me, sir. Yes? I'd like to speak with my wife. Mr. Jackson, this is my husband, Louis Robards. How do you do, sir? You'll excuse us. Of course. I thought you were still in Harrodsburg, William. I left to come after you. Why? Rachel... I'm sorry I sent you home. Why didn't you write to me, Louis? Oh, I... I was angry and jealous I had to get over it. That was nothing to be jealous about. Jason himself told me that you had encouraged him. Then Jason lied. If he weren't your cousin, I'd have ordered him right out of the heart. I want you back again, Rachel. I want to take you back home. Rachel left at dawn, left with her husband and went back to Harrodsburg. She'd try once again. But there was a limit to what any wife could tolerate. Oh, you're unhappy again, Rachel. You think I've been seeing another woman, is that it? Do you deny it, Lois? Would it matter if I did? Your own mother agrees with me. Your own mother wants... You're in no position to accuse me of anything. I could ask you a few questions about you and Jackson. You're being ridiculous. Am I? Something went on between you two before I got there. A blind man could see it. Listen to me, Lois. I've done everything I could to make our marriage be something more... Mr. Jackson. Do come in, Mr. Jackson. We've just been talking about you. Good morning, sir. Good morning, Miss Rachel. I've come for you, man. All the way from Nashville? I'd say this rather vindicates me, Miss Rachel. Now, what really brings you here? I felt you knew. Your mother sent a letter to Mrs. Donaldson asking that someone come for Miss Rachel. My mother sent a letter? She said Miss Rachel wanted to come home. Mrs. Donaldson was going to send Samuel, but he took six, so I came to fetch her instead. Did she misunderstand? No, she didn't misunderstand. You've made a long trip for nothing. My wife's decided to stay. Did you change your mind, Miss Rachel? No. In that case, I'll be happy to see you get safe home. The only one who's leaving here is you. You'd better get your things, Miss Rachel. Get out. I'm armed and I'll shoot. Lois! You want a go, don't you, Miss Rachel? No, not if it means bloodshed. It won't. Leave your pistol with a servant at the gate, Mr. Robards. Now, Miss Rachel, as I said before, get your things. So they left Terrenceburg and rode through the wilderness towards Nashville. It was a wild journey, skirting the Indian country. You can pull up now. I think we're all right. What on earth were you doing back there? Trust in the trail, unless I've made a bad blunder. Those Indians are looking for us about five miles east by now. You've enjoyed every minute of this, haven't you? I like to grieve, Fred. I'm still afraid. It's mighty good to see you smiling again, Miss Rachel. Were there really Indians back there? Or were you just trying to take my mind off my trouble? Both. Are you tired? Some. There's an inner ways up this trail. I think we should put up for the night. If you think it's bad. This moonlight would be a pretty easy target. We'd better stop. I've caused you a lot of trouble. Then no trouble for me, Miss Rachel. I just want you to know I'm very grateful, Mr. Jackson. You know, Mr. Jackson sounds mighty formal for two people who've just fought off a band of Indians. Well then, thank you, Andrew. I can't say that I blame you, Rachel. But before you go in the house... I know, Mother, I know, and I'm sorry coming back and being a burden to you again, but it got so that I just couldn't... Oh, you don't have to explain. What I started to tell you is that Louis is here. Here? He rode all night. He's waiting for you out at the stockade. You'd better see. That I'd behave badly and stupidly. I love you, Rachel. I want you to come back with me. I can't. I've lost all respect for you. It'll never happen again. Believe me. I no longer love you, Louis. I don't believe that. I'm sorry, but it's true. And it is, Jackson. No, it's just that I could never trust you again. You're my wife. You're deserting me. I never intend to see you again. In this territory, a wife does what a husband tells her to do. I've got plenty of relations in Nashville. I'll be back with them in the morning. If there's any shooting done between your kin and mine, you'll have only yourself to blame. Rachel and her mother went down to the river. There was a flatboat loading cargo. It would be leaving soon for matches. And the owner was an old friend. I just can't help it, Miss Rachel. I just can't. Now, you listen to me, Colonel Stott. It's a long trip, Mrs. Johnson, and rough. We've got no room. If that ain't enough, there's them grad Indians. They're all along the river. I can't take responsibility. But I'm not afraid, not of Indians and not of hardships. Oh, please. Could you get one of your brothers to come along for protection? No, Son, you still isn't well. And William doesn't think I should go, but I... Then it's no use, Miss Rachel. But your own wife will be along. Oh, surely, wouldn't that? She's used to this. She can pull a boat and fire a rifle. No. I shouldn't have troubled you. Thank you anyway. I wish things were different, Miss. I sure wish they were different. We're going home, Rachel. When Lewis shows up, we'll just have to fight for you. There'll be no fighting, Mother. I'll go back with Lewis to Harrodsburg. La Don, Rachel was again at the river. Colonel Stark had sent word that he'd take her out. Just get aboard. We've been waiting to cast off. Careful now. Tito, pull in that gangplank. Rachel. Oh, Mrs. Stark. Thank you. Thank you. You come along with me, honey. I'll show you where to bunk. Ain't you lucky that nice Mr. Jackson's decided to come along, too. Mr. Jackson? Well, yes. Who do you think that is back there pushing on that paddle pole? It's an amazing coincidence, Mrs. Stark. Ain't it, though? Mr. Jackson? Morning, Miss Rachel. Did my mother ask you to make this trip? I'd like to travel. I'll ask you a simple question. You'll have to excuse me for now, Miss Rachel. I'm busy as a cat in a red-out griddle, but welcome aboard. Thank you. Thank you very much. What raises along all I have to do is steer. You're a man of many accomplishments, aren't you? Well, if you've a hand-free here, cup of coffee. Thanks. Now, get back under cover before you catch your death. Andrew, I wanted to apologize. I was rude this morning when I found you aboard. Rude and ungrateful. Look at me. Don't ever apologize for anything, Rachel. Not you and never to me. Now, go on. Get back in there before you get soaked. Battered and scarred by the Indians, the little flat boat plodded her way down the river and finally to matches. But now Rachel faced a new and terrible problem, for she'd fallen hopelessly in love with a tall young lawyer. It had been arranged that Rachel would stay with an aunt and uncle. They were people of means with a great plantation. Soon after Rachel's arrival, they gave a ball. Well, just don't stand there staring at me. It just shows you what a fool I can be. I didn't think it possible you could be more beautiful. It's just the gown. Cousin Margaret loaned it to me and I'm so laced up I can hardly breathe. My heart's pounding in my ears. Mine too and I'm not laced up. We'd better go inside. The guests are starting to arrive. A moment, Rachel. I spent all day in matches. I've made inquiries. You can get in a moment here in Spanish territory. We could be married right away. And go back home together. No, darling. No, we couldn't go home. Why not? Because we wouldn't be legally married any place but here. We could never go back. Now, what would be wrong with spending the rest of our lives here? No. No, I don't want you to have to give up anything for me ever. What would I be given up that means anything to me? I couldn't be happy any place in the world without you. We can build a good life for ourselves here. Marrying here would only be a way of getting around the law. Our love is right and good. Our marriage must be right and good too. I won't have it in prison. You'll cost you anything. It has to be here, Rachel, and not at all. Maybe if you went back and talked to Mother Robards, she'd get Lewis to petition for divorce. He'd never set you free. But I know she'd do anything she can to help us. And then, if there's no way out, I'll marry you here. Look, I'll do anything you ask me to, but, darling, why do we waste months, maybe years that we could have together? We just decided to wait. You decided. And you agreed? I said I'd go back. I didn't say I wanted to or even that I thought it was best. Rachel, I'm not a fickle man. I've never loved before and I'll never love again, but things can happen. Let's be together now while we can. I still have a husband. I can't. All right, I'll go. Maybe I'll be back in two months or maybe two years or maybe not at all. Maybe you'd prefer that. That risk will make you happy. I'll try to make you happy. Later that same night, a letter arrived by male writer. It was from Nashville, from Andrew's partner, John. What is it, Andrew? The letter, tell me. He says we can get married now. Here, right away. Your husband got a divorce. Who said the letter? John Overton. Robards went to the legislature. They granted his petition. Oh, darling, I knew it was going to turn out this way. Now, let me read what John says. I'll tell you about it. Why can't I read it? Andrew, there's something wrong about the divorce. It's not the way we wanted it, darling, but the fact is you're free. How did he get the divorce? On what grounds? All that matters is that we can be married. Andrew, on what grounds? He accused you of leaving him for another man. He names me. Now, darling, please. Please try to think only of what this means to us. It means... means that I'm marked for life. Rachel, listen to me. The divorce is already granted. We'll make the best of it. We'll not let anything mar our future now, especially the past. How could he have been too spiteful? Don't be unhappy now. Please, please. Help me, Andrew. I need you now more than ever. Help me. Rachel. Make a friend and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. Not so long ago, the city of Port Angeles, Washington adopted a five-month community improvement plan. A plan designed to teach a community how to improve culturally, economically, socially, and spiritually. The plan was such a success that the United States State Department brought over eight people to the town of Rosenheim in Bavaria to see how the plan worked. At first, the Germans were suspicious, but their suspicions gradually disappeared as they recognized the American's genuine friendship. For three months, they lived in various Port Angeles homes, learning about American democracy. They visited schools, worked in groceries, hospitals, welfare offices, and on the local paper. By comparing ideas, both the Germans and their hosts discovered that they were working for the same ideal to advance the principles of freedom, tolerance, and brotherhood. When they finally left for home to teach others how typical Americans really lived, it was a Rosenheim lawyer who best expressed their gratitude and appreciation when he said, I had no notion of American life since I thought that usually both husband and wife worked, that children were poorly brought up, that there was no family life in our sense of the word. I've come to the conclusion that it's a religious multi that makes the American people so willing to help not only individuals, but whole nations toward freedom and recognition of human rights. Yes, like so many other Americans, the good people of Port Angeles had learned that by helping others, you help your country. Now our producer, Mr. Cummings. Act two of the President's Ladies starring Charlton Heston as Andrew Jackson and Joan Fontaine as Rachel. They returned to Tennessee and Andrew went back to law, mixed with a bit of farming. Money wasn't exactly plentiful, but they were happy. Rachel had only one wish that is yet wasn't fulfilled. Her great yearning for a child. But there came a time when she was glad she had a child. Well, John, you're looking very grim tonight. I came by to warn you, Andrew. Warn him about what? Andrew, can I speak to you alone? If you think you're going to break bad news to Andrew alone, John Overton, you'd better change your mind in a hurry. All right, then. Louis Robards never got the divorce from Rachel. That's not true. He got a divorce over two years ago. He petitioned the legislature. All they granted was their right to sue. And Andrew and Aunt Mary. But everybody said that. Everybody was wrong. And if Louis knew about the mistake, he took his sweet time before he did anything. Did anything? What's he done now? He sued. Last week for divorce. It was granted. There was no question of grounds this time. How could this have happened? How? I don't know, but it did. I'm a lawyer. I should have gone to the legislature myself and looked into the record. And I am to blame for passing the rumor on to you. I'll kill him. I'll hunt him down and kill him. Louis Robards isn't going to solve anything. We'll have to be married again. And admit publicly that Louis Robards is right? No. Well, you two talk it over tonight. Let me know what you decide. We'll only don't decide on anything foolish. We'll have to be married again, Andrew. Until the world we don't recognize our own marriage, I told you, no. Oh, darling, please, even if it goes, you do it for my sake. Do it because it will help me so that when our children do come, no one will ever be able to hurt them. Do it because you love me. All right. I'll do it. Not because I think it's right, but because I can't deny you anything that's in my power to give you. Thank you. But a second marriage didn't help them much. People talked and whispered and smiled. On the afternoon of the wedding, Andrew and Rachel drove their wagon into Nashville. There were supplies they needed at the general store. Here's a list of what I want, Mr. Clark. Her wagon's right up front. Why? Why, that's Miss Rachel out there, isn't it? A wish she'd come on in. She'd rather not, Mr. Clark. And between us, gentlemen, I'd like to ask Rachel that myself. Which one of you mentioned my wife's name? I did. What did you say? I was speaking to friends, Mr. Jacken. You were talking about my wife. Sir, almost everybody's talking about your wife. Look at that. I'll be mean. I just don't want you to be unhappy. I warned you once I was bad tempered. They gave you good cause. I lost all reason. I kept smashing his face again and again. We'll be home soon. Oh, Andrew, look at you. All cuts and bruises. And it's this beginning. It's this beginning. Something else occurred that put a sudden and tragic end to the gossip. The Creek Indians renewed their bloody magic. He's dead. He was on his way to be at our wedding. William, no, no. I'm going back to Nashville tonight. The Creeks are aiming to wipe us out for good. I may be gone for a long time. The farm, don't worry about it. I can take care of the farm. I need help. I've got more. One Negro servant, you'll need more than more. I don't want anyone else. More than all. We'll manage. First of many separations from Rachel and to Rachel the most difficult. He'll be back in no time, Miss Rachel. We'll do just fine while he'll be back before corn planting time comes around. But Andrew didn't come back. And it was Rachel who plowed the fields and planted the corn and bent their backs in the blazing sun. If I was young, which I ain't. If I had any brains, which I ain't. I sure wouldn't marry no soldier. Andrew wasn't a soldier when I married him. And when he married you, you was no workhorse neither. Oh, that's enough of that. Save your breath and pray for rain. On they planted, they harvested themselves and they cut the wood to keep them warm for the winter. And in the spring, it was Rachel and Maul who again turned the furrows and sowed the seed. And then Andrew came home. Rachel! Well, what is it, darling? I'm no ghost, believe me. No, no, don't come any closer. Who's going to stop me? You don't understand my dress, my hair, Andrew. I'm all dirty and ragged. You're beautiful. I was trying to. I wanted it. Just let me hold you. Just let me kiss you. So clear. I lost a few pounds. Hard as nails. Andrew, what's that? I almost forgot. Come on outside. I've brought you a present, my saddlebag. Honey, you said you wanted one and since I've been away for over a year this is the best I could do for you. Andrew! What is it all about? Water, sweet little mate. Is it Indian, baby? I found him on the battlefield with his dead mother. We killed so many of his people I figured we owed him a life. Oh, no! Can we keep him? I don't see why not. When I asked the Indians to take him, they were going to kill him. Oh, how helpless indeed. Look, look, he's smiling. Are you sweet enough? I've been feeding him for six weeks on brown sugar and water. No milk? How would I get milk? So wonder the child alive. So wonder any officer alive. Andrew, what's his name? Well, the Indians called him Lincoya. Lincoya? Well, what does it mean? The abandoned one. Well, Lincoya, you can keep your name and you'll never be abandoned again. Never. That night, Rachel reported very proudly to her husband. And the corn's been planted and the potatoes, and while and I are finished almost the spring crops and you'll find the place is shown a good profit where we've been away. Too bad you've already planted. Too bad, but why? Because the crop won't belong to us. No, who will it belong to if not to us? Not the crops, no, the land, this house. Rachel, I've had to sell everything we own. You've sold our home. Right over our head. Honey, the troops had to eat. They had to have ammunition. I had to buy it for them. The only way I could get supplies was to sell everything I could. Oh, but you'll get it all back. Surely the government will make it up to you. That doesn't seem likely. They're five years behind paying me as attorney general. Well, at least we don't owe anyone anything. I wish that was so. Fact is I've signed notes putting myself in debt for the next 15 years. If we haven't a house, where are we going to live? I stopped in Nashville just long enough to buy us a new place. I'm going to make it the show place of this country. How can we buy a new place if we haven't any money? That's why we're in debt. I figure the time to dare to pull yourself up to the heights is whenever one thinks you've failed. Yes. Yes, I see. I do you a great injustice, Andrew. Once in a while, I'll worry about the future. Andrew built the house in Nashville, and he named it the Hermitage, a mighty fine house. There was only one thing wrong. He never spent much time in it. I don't know about you, Miss Rachel, but it seems to me that when he ain't off fighting Indians, he's off to Washington fighting Congress. And when he ain't in Washington, he's off... Oh, stop it, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. There's one thing I've made him promise. I made him promise that if I die first, he'd make my tombstone an angel. Waving goodbye to him. Hermitage, Rachel found the retreat from the world she'd always longed for. Here, she was secure against gossip and humiliation. But no wall is high enough to shut out tragedy. Lincoya, who now possessed so much of her heart. Lincoya, the little Indian boy who became her foster child, took sick and died. And the first grave was dug on the grounds of her. Poor little boy. Poor little boy. Tell me, ma'am. Tell me what wrong I've done that I should be punished. Am I really an evil woman? Why do you ask that, Miss Rachel? My husband is persecuted because of me. He modernized me children of my own. It takes away the child that I was given. Oh, Miss Rachel, do you think them Christian martyrs standing before the lions and tigers? Do you think they asked the good lord if they was being punished? Of course they never. And that's why they're saints. Lincoya. Lincoya. Finally came home from Washington. And Rachel invited some of his friends to celebrate his homecoming. The man accepted. But the wives of Nashville still refused her hospitality. After the guests had gone that night. You couldn't wait, could you, dear? Wait for what? Gambling. Oh, that's nothing but a horse race. I got tired listening to Irwin tell me what a good cold he's got. So you gotta race him. When? Next Tuesday. Your lucky day. Of course. How much have you bet on him this time? Five thousand. Five thousand? Should I have bet more? Well, we don't have five thousand dollars. You know that. But no one else knows it. And what if we lose? My note is good. No one would refuse it. Andrew, sometimes I think politics have taught you to be deviant. I didn't have to be taught. I come from a long line of horse traders. You tired? Very. Well, if you don't mind, I think I'll have another pipe before I go up. Then I'll sit with you. Oh, thanks. You know, I'm getting mighty weary of life in Washington City. I'm happy as tear with the hermitage. With you. With all my... Well, what do you stare at? You, the way you smoke your pipe. Oh, there's something amusing about it? Oh, no, no, my lover. I forgot to tell you. One night while you were away and I was lonely, I tried to smoke that pipe. Really? Did you like it? It all but strangled me. Well, then you didn't go about it properly. Here now, I'll teach you. And have more walking while you be scared of it. No one's going to see you. Now try it. Like... Like this? Good. You just don't swallow the smoke at first. Now take short parts till you get used to it. Oh, I do believe I can do it. Not quite. Now I'll show you how to exhale. First, breathe in the cloud of smoke. Now hold it in your mouth till I... Anything I can do, Miss Rachel. About breakfast, Miss Rachel, you want I should get some ham from the smoke house or you reckon this jacket's ready for more than pancakes. Miss Rachel, you might have read in the face. Is you all right? Yes, I'm fine. Stay, stay, Miss Rachel, you saw me. The race was an event long to be remembered. It drew hundreds of men and women from miles around. It was a fine race, too, and mighty close. Why didn't you see the race? Well, then what good thunderation have you congratulated me for? Well, hasn't anyone told you that you're married to a general? Governor Blunt sat in the apartment this morning. Honey, this is just about the best Tuesday we've ever had. What did you hear? Andy's been appointed to... Be good enough to wait over there, Mr. Dickinson. I'll see you in just a moment. Andrew, would you take me to the carriage for me? John will take you home. I want to go home with you. I can't leave right now. Andrew, fate's been very kind to us today. We can afford to be generous. I'll have John take you home. What are you doing down here? Cleaning my pistols. Rachel, I had to challenge Dickinson. He gave me no choice. What are you fighting for, Andrew? For your honor, for mine. And if it's mine, then the decision should be mine. There's no difference. It's an excuse to murder. That may well be. Dickinson's a far better shot than I am. And if he kills you, am I better off a widow whose name has been defended? I've already challenged him, Rachel. We meet in the morning. I can't withdraw. Andrew, if I'm to be the cause of all your quarrels for the rest of your life, then you give me no choice. I must leave you. I won't let you be killed because of me. Nor will I let you take another man's life. I must leave you. You'd leave me now. No, no, I can't. I can't. Oh, please don't do this. If Dickinson kills you, he kills me too. Let him say what he will about me. No man can say what he will about my wife. Rachel, I've failed you a great many times. There are great many things in that I hope you'll forgive me. But I couldn't expect you to forgive me if I lived without honor. Four o'clock, Andrew. You told me that... Andrew! I'm already up done and Dr. Mayer waiting for me downstairs. Now kiss me goodbye. Andrew, do be careful. I'll be careful. Come home to me as quickly as you can. At the time when the city of Berlin was blockaded and American Air Force planes were making regular airlifts into the city, Lieutenant Gale Halverson got an extra special idea. He tied his handkerchief to some candy and chewing gum and dropped the candy chute from his plane. Well, this was the beginning of Operation Little Vittles and soon from the aircraft of Lieutenant Halverson and his buddies thousands of candy chutes dropped every day to the German children around Temple Hoff Air Force Base. Americans at home heard of the project and sent handkerchiefs to make the tiny parachutes. To the desperate blockaded city it was a symbol of kindness, of generosity and of hope for the future. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. He's starring Charlton Heston as Andrew Jackson and Joan Fontaine as Rachel. Andrew had left before sunrise nor did he return till long after dark. They carried him into the hermitage. John Overton and Dr. May, they put him on his bed and Dr. May removed his coat and rolled up his sleeve. Andrew, Andrew. You see, Rachel, I was careful. Doctor, how bad is it? His chances were good, but he insisted that we bring him back to you. This should have been attended to at once. Dickinson was not bragging, Rachel. His aim was perfect. This will hurt you, Andrew. I've got to probe. Just keep talking. You know how loosely that front coat fits me? Yes, darling, yes. Well, standing sideways as we did it, billowed out in front of me, saved my life by half an inch. When the bullet hit me, I... Andrew. I'm all right. And Mr. Dickinson? He's dead. Oh, Andrew, what can we do? Why won't people leave us alone? I'll lift you so high that no one will dare whisper a word against you for the rest of our lives. Trust me, Rachel. Trust me. Once again, the young nations shook with the sound of battle. 1812. The British were in Washington. The White House burned. Andrew Jackson went to war. And Rachel went back to the fields, to the plow and the hoe. He wrote her as often as he could. One consolation is to think of you sitting at the hearth your needlework in your lap, the clock ticking the peaceful hours away. Now, I'm so thankful you're not harvesting the crop this year. The work is much too severe for any... This is Rachel. The work's got to be done, Mal. No matter what you think of what Andrew imagined. A wife of a general laboring in the fields. Sun up the sun down. We need a new plow shaft. Hitch up the team. I'm going to town. You eat something before you go anywhere. I'll fix a basket and eat on the way. What was that he said? Fittin' at the heart. You're mending in your lap. The coming of the rains. The men are grumbling again. The roads are impassable. But mother-in-law, we've got to move the cannon. You've no idea how exasperated that gave his country one of her greats at the Battle of New Orleans. The war ended and Andrew came home. They had a year or so together, but Rachel knew that Andrew was never destined. Ask me, I've served my country enough for one man. Yes, dear, but who has no right to ask you what? The governor. He wants me to go back to the Senate. Well, I'm not going to do it. I have no intention of ever leaving the Hermitage again. And there's no use arguing, Rachel. My mind's made up. But of course, he went. Just for a year or so, but the year stretched into four and five. He was sent to Florida to subdue more Indians. The president made him governor of Florida, but he resigned in that last return to Tennessee. And you know it, the whole country wants you. They want you to run for the presidency. The presidency? What's your opinion, John? There's only one thing that can keep you out of the White House. And that's you yourself, you, your dang temper. Now look here! He's quite right, dear. If you accept the nomination, you've got to accept the responsibility that goes with it. You can't fight back the way you fought all your life. Rachel! Rachel, will you please tell this stubborn mule how even-tempered I've become? Go on, John. I don't think you've got a nuts notion of the kind of dirty campaign you'll be in for. They're determined back east not to have a western president. And there's no weapon they won't use against you, no matter how rotten or dishonest. Your little name, Collins, never riled me. Even if it involves Rachel? This is my fight, not Rachel's. We're no strangers to abuse, John. They'll dip their arrows in venom. They'll wound you if they can, Rachel, just to go to Andrew into fighting. They know if Andrew's temper makes him kill somebody, it'll re-elect Adams. Otherwise, you think I might conceivably make a good president? If you're not hanged in the meantime? Well, thank you, John. I'll weigh my temper with my wife and let you know what I decide. Just don't forget you've been warned. Good night, Rachel. Well, how would you like to be First Lady? And how would you like to be President? Why don't you figure on going into Nashville as soon as you're feeling better? Or do yourself an inauguration dress. What'll I do with an inauguration dress if you're not elected? Isn't it a little late in life to stop gambling with me? Yes, this is for you. It's a portrait, a miniature portrait. Rachel. I had it painted for you just in case you decided to run. It goes in the back of your watch to remind you not to lose your temper. Well, what do you think of that? In case you don't recognize it, it is me. It's just about the nicest present you could have thought. I wanted to surprise you, but I'm afraid I'm the one who got the surprise. Just look at this. And I've always thought of myself as I was when we first met. I don't need any artists to help jog my memory. Unfortunately, the poor man couldn't paint me from your memory. He had to paint me as he saw me. It's a fine present, Rachel. Hey, what is it? What do you want? Just my pipe. You see, I've learned all of your bad habits, and none of your good ones. He started his campaign for the presidency, and there came a night when he spoke in Nashville. Rachel's illness had been getting worse, but unknown to Andrew, she insisted on coming into town to hear her husband sing. And it has been said that I've had more experience in uniform than in government. This is true. I might add it was also true of General Washington. Are you comparing yourself with General Washington? He was a gentleman. You're a gambler. I can't deny that. I've loved to gamble all my life. It's no secret. I'll commit a robbery. Stop fidgeting. I'm trying to feed you. What is this stuff? I need it for you. And you're not to worry about the election. I want you to worry only... Does it matter, John Overton, as opposed... Andrew, you tell me as soon as you hear. I'll tell you as soon as I hear something you can tell her. You've been elected. Did you hear that, Andy? You've been elected. Washington City. You're the first lady. I promise. You kept every promise ever made to me. I was careful not to make any I couldn't keep. Think you can sleep now? Yeah. You try. I'll... Leave the door. At night, as Andrew dosed by the fire, he heard a sudden cry. Andrew! He rushed to her side. Rachel was dying. I'm glad I never left you. Even for your own sake. The Dr. Molder Doctor! I'm not going to Washington City with you, after all. You're going with me? You're here? You're going with me? You're going to be there beside me? Just don't carry us. Fight with your... Oh, Mr. Rachel. They killed her. They killed her just as sure as she was born. Sir, this gentle soul... I can endure but those vile wretches who slandered her must look to God for... Jackson went to Washington. And a great throng arose and applauded as he stood before them to deliver his inaugural address. I can't see the way you looked that first day we met when our whole lives lay ahead of us. But I see you. And what a vision you were that nightnatches. And the way you looked with Lincolnia, crowding his poor little life into a few short years. And the way you always ran to me when I came home. The way you ran to me when I have enough memories to sustain me all the days of my life. Moment, our stars will return. The Navy Enlisted Men's Club in Tokyo is a pretty nice place where the men of the Navy can sit around and talk, read, or play cards on off-duty hours. It's a pretty nice place in another way, too. There's a box on the bar for the spare change of the sailors. And every penny that's dropped into it goes for the support of their private orphanage, called the Home of Affection. Over 50 boys and girls of all ages are fed, clothed, and educated there. The orphanage has formed its own self-government, and the children are learning what it's like to live by democratic rules. With the help of the enlisted men of our Navy, they're meeting the world with a new hope, a new dignity, and pride. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. Now, Mr. Cummings with our star. And here they are, old Hickory and his lovely lady, Charlton Heston and Joan Fontaine. Since no busy in pictures and television, we always know where to find you. But Joan is the elusive one always traveling. And that's so, Joan. Didn't you just make a flying trip to Peru? Yes, I took my little adopted daughter, Martina, there for a visit. Peru is her birthplace, you know. Just as you've made a broad, Lepid, don't you lose track of Hollywood friends? Yes, but I always catch up with them. What's the next week, Irving? It's a motion picture we've had many requests to repeat. Samuel Goldwood's unforgettable drama of our very own. As you know, it's the heartwarming story of three young people and their problems. And so we've invited three of the most popular young players in Hollywood to be our stars. Jerry Moore, Robert Wagner, and Joan Evans. What a wonderful combination. Good night. Good night. Good night. And come back real soon.