 The Cavalcade of America, sponsored by the DuPont Company, makes us a better thing for better living through chemistry. Starring Susan Douglas in a true story, I speak for democracy. A bitter cold afternoon in 1944. A farmhouse near Fort Vermilion, a fur trading post in the northern wilds of Alberta, Canada, close to the border of the Northwest Territory. Six carbon, seven nitrogen, eight oxygen, nine chlorine. Oh dear, seven sodium. What is that you study here, Slauka? A new language? No, mama. Chemical elements. The correspondent school says I have to memorize them. That is good, Slauka. Your papa and I, we did not learn things like that in old country before we came to Canada. And what we did learn we like to forget. Papa, it's not enough. I want to learn more. It's so hard to memorize things like chemical elements with no way to apply them. Yes, right. Papa, ever since they closed the school here, for two years she's working like this. My heart goes out of her so hard, she studies. She will go to a real school then. I see to it. We come here from the Ukraine so our children can have better than us. We have savings, she goes. But where? She could not go down to Edmonton and live by herself. Oh no, that is true. Wait, Petro, why we don't think of it before? Your brother, Georgie, in Delaware, at United States, there must be fine schools there. Sure, sure he would take her in. Oh, Petro, she could come back. He'd steal the children, maybe even start the school again here. No, Mama, it would be too expensive. Oh, what good is our savings if we keep for ourselves? Good. I write to Gowardy and tell him our Slauqa must learn the United States. Mama and Papa, I am riding this on the airplane and we'll mail it to you when we reach New York. There was the boat to the town of Peace River. So slow, so full of time when I was in such a hurry. And then the motor bus to Edmonton that bumped and bumped over the hot dusty road. And then, oh then, this airplane. You will wonder, Mama and Papa, if I am frightened. I don't think I am. So there below me, just the way I had read it would look, the United States. And all the things I'd read about. Niagara Falls and Ritz-Banweaker, Valley Falls, Bunker Hill. And now, as I write to you, we are circling the island of Manhattan and we're going to land any minute now. Well, this is it, Slauqa Times Square. What do you think? Oh dear, it all looks so peaceful from the airplane, Uncle Georgie. Great, Slauqa, no more Georgie. Even the United States, I am pure. What about just plane auntie? Fine, fine with me. And we'll have to do something about your name too. Yar, Slauqa. In English, that would mean glory to God in the highest. So in the United States, you will be Gloria. Gloria. Oh, I like that, Gloria, Julia. Good, good. Well, what would you like best now that you're in the big city of New York, huh? Would it be too expensive if I had an ice-cream soda? Oh, oh, this guy is a little bit. What flavor you like? I don't know. I've never had one before. You haven't? Well, I'll tell you, you can't go wrong with chocolate. That is unless you'd rather have strawberry or vanilla or pineapple. Oh, dear. I'd better let you too. All right, all right. Come on. We get it in the restaurant at the Pennsylvania station. Then we take the train to your new home in Wilmington, Delaware. Come on, come on. We don't have much time. She's crazy. You are in a hurry. Everybody here is in a hurry. It's a funny country. You have to get used to it. It's just that I expected people who have such great responsibilities as Americans have would be very serious and dignified. I felt that too when I first came over. The things they have here to make life so easy and comfortable, I thought to myself they were like the top soil. They could wash away any time and leave nothing. Yes. Yes, that's it. But then I lived here a while, Gloria, and I found out down underneath its good, rich earth, strength that nothing can wash away, that's important to people like us. You'll find it for yourself someday. What do you do, sir? Oh, how do you do? They said I could find the principal of Wilmington High School here. I wish to register for your full term. Oh, I see. Well, I'm Mr. Full Mother Principal. Why haven't you been in before this to register school about time? I just arrived here from our best at Canada. I'm staying with my uncle George. My name is Gloria Chomiak. Well, Gloria, welcome to Wilmington. Please sit down. Thank you. Well then, tell me all about yourself. Well, Mr. Full Mother, I think I ought to tell you. I have been to school only two years. I beg your pardon. But I had two more years studied with the Royal Canadian Correspondent School. Oh, and you wish to enter high school? I've tried my best to learn, sir. I've read and read. I know your president, George Washington, John Adams. Yes, yes, that's fine, Gloria, but... We have a ruling, you see, in order to enter high school. Well, you must understand. You might hold the other students back if you wanted to. I would not. I wouldn't say a word in class. I would just listen. I want to listen to hear and learn all I can. I wouldn't waste a minute. How could I? Your country has given me this chance to come here and I want to repay it by hard work and study with all my heart. Yes, I see, but that isn't my point, Gloria. We want you to say a word in class to feel part of our student life. Yes, I understand. Well, I thank you very much, sir. You've been so kind to explain things to me. I... I'd better be going now. What are you going to do? I don't know. You see, my parents sent me all the way here so I could learn. And then I want to go back home and teach the other children, because there isn't any school at all up there now. I never thought you might not let me in. How old are you, Gloria? Fifteen. You see, Gloria, we have rules in our school system that are made for excellent reasons. Oh, yes, sir. It's all right. Well, of course, there's the old maxim that it's the exception that proves the rule. I don't understand. Well, here. I'm going to see that you get your chance, young lady. Oh. Here you are. Here's a form. Oh, thank you. You just find your name right there. That's it. My name, Gloria Chomiak, is 16. Residents, I'll get... No. Residents, Delaware, United States of America. Now we continue our DuPont play. I speak for democracy, starring Susan Douglas as Gloria Chomiak, who in a new home in Wilmington, Delaware, is writing a letter to her parents in the far north country of Canada. Dearest mama and papa, today was the first day of the new term at Wilmington High School. I thought it was going to be quite simple that I would go there and register and start my classes. Oh, pardon me. Could you please tell me where the library is? Why not? You're standing right in front of it. That's the door. Oh, it's rather confusing sometimes finding one's way. You're new here, aren't you? Yes, I am. Where did you come from? Up north, Canada. Oh. I suppose my not knowing my way around seems pretty strange to you. I don't mind if you laugh. Was I laughing? No. But I'm foreign and I'm a little mixed up. Oh, look, practically everybody's mixed up first day of school. What's your name? Gloria. Oh, gee, that's nice. Mine's just plain old women. Say, everybody goes to the cafeteria for lunch. Do you want to meet me there? Oh, no, I couldn't. I brought my lunch from home. Well, eat it in the cafeteria then. Oh, come on. Make it about 12, huh? And afterwards I'll show you where things are around school and you can meet some of the kids. It's awfully kind of you. Oh, thanks. Well, be safe, Gloria. That's right, we, Beast and Papa, I hope you'll understand why I haven't written very often lately. There is so much to study and the most wonderful thing has happened. The editor of the school paper invited me to be a cobb reporter. And last week after school, Miss Wright, the director of dramatics, came in while I was working on the paper. What's Gloria? What are you doing here on a Friday afternoon? I'm working, Miss Wright. Somebody has to, as the reporters say, put the paper to bed. I see. It seems to me you're always that somebody. Oh, no, honestly, it's my turn, that's all. And besides, remember when our class tour, the news journal, I met a real newspaper reporter and her name is Miss Power and she's helping me to learn how real reporters write their stories. Oh, Gloria, I'm worried about you. You're trying to do too much. Take on too many activities. Library squad, debating clubs, school paper, with just a limit, dear. I'm strong. We're a good, strong family. We know how to work all of us. That's obvious, but... Oh, Miss Wright, my father and mother knew there was much for me to learn, but I don't think even they realize how much. There's something new every day. I'm happy, there are words to remember. I want to take back with me all I can absorb. Oh, Miss Wright, this is my chance. I don't want to waste a single second of it. Oh, I understand. I can go on with things like the paper. You have to stop. Nobody wants to stop you, Gloria. As a matter of fact, I don't think anyone could. But still me a favor, will you? Of course. Get out to a party now and then. Have a little non-constructive fun. Well, I mean it. The class party is tomorrow night. I want to see you there or else. Hey, you're all done up. You look cute as a button. Yeah, why didn't somebody tell me? We need to fix my hair a new way. Straight out of doing your viz up, I tell you. Hey, Winnie, did you hear about the content? What content? Miss Wright just told me about it and I figured you and Gloria might be interested. I think it's something to do with writing a script for the radio. And I hear the prize is a scholarship to college. College? Oh, Winnie, let's find out. Okay. Come on. Miss Wright. Hi, Miss Wright. Well, hello there. That's a good thing you made it, Gloria. You scared me into coming, Miss Wright. I'm having a lovely time. Well, you look lovely, too. You're not kidding. Miss Wright, we wanted to ask you about the content. Oh, yes. Well, I just heard about it myself. Goldman Walts and Harvey Smith over at WDEL told me about it. It's a radio contest. The National Association of Broadcasters, the Radio Television Manufacturers Association, and the Junior Chamber of Commerce are sponsoring it. Would any of you like to enter? It's for high school students all over the country. Well, what do you have to go? Oh, just quiet a little talk on this subject. I speak for democracy. The winners will read their scripts over the radio. Jeepers, I wouldn't have a chance. What about you, Gloria? You're going to try it, aren't you? I don't know. Oh, don't be timid about it. We're not supposed to be elaborate. No oration or anything like that. But the title, Miss Wright. Well? I speak for democracy. I haven't the right to speak for it. I wouldn't be eligible. Oh, that's nonsense. I'm afraid it isn't. It would be presumptuous of me even to enter. Oh, now come, dear. Think it over carefully. And remember, the prize is a scholarship to the college of your choice. Yes, Miss Wright. I know. And so, dear Papa and Mama, you can imagine how I lay awake last night dreaming and wishing I could take part in that contest. Then this afternoon, as I was going across Rodney Square to the library... Well, Gloria, hello there. Hello, Miss Power. It's nice to see you again. Where are you going? Want to help me cover a story? Oh, that's very kind of you. And I'd love to. I was on my way to the library. Oh, looking up something for the school papers, huh? No. I was thinking about a contest. I just want to write down how I feel about it, that's all. Contest? Oh, wait a minute. The voice of democracy contest. Yes, you see... Gloria, you ought to enter that contest. I was even going to suggest it to you if you hadn't heard about it. Oh, but you don't understand, Miss Power. There is so much I want to say. And yet, how can I, a foreigner, be the one to speak for democracy? Look here. You see that building over there, across the square? The federal building. Yes. What goes on there? That's where the courts are. Where everyone can get justice. Everybody knows that. And the city hall. What's that for? Oh, that's where the city government meets. Okay. Now, what about the public library over there? That's for knowledge. Isn't it there for everyone? That's right. But Miss Power, I don't understand. Now, that statue over there. The man on horseback? Cesar Rodney? What about Cesar Rodney? I'm a little rusty on that story. Oh, well, I read about it in history class. Cesar Rodney was in Dover, but he found out that the resolution for independence might not be unanimous unless he got there to vote for Delaware. So he wrote 80 miles through modern lightning and thunder and reached Philadelphia just in time to cast the deciding vote. Good. Now, Gloria, you know, all the things we've been talking about. These burles and squares, the institutions they represent, probably wouldn't be here if men like Cesar Rodney had just sat back and let someone else do the talking. I never thought of it that way. Your voice is every bit as important today as his was, Gloria. Yes, I see. What you mean is that every voice that speaks out for democracy is important. Isn't it? That's the ticket. Okay, Miss Power, I'll enter that contest with Mama and Papa. I don't know how to tell you. It is also unbelievable, but that day in the square decided me. I entered the contest. When I wrote the script, it was what I wanted to say, but I knew how many others would be doing the same. High school students from all over this country. How could I stay a dream that later there would be an assembly at school, and Mr. Fuller would say... We have just received word of the winners in the Voice of Democracy contest. They are Anne Pinckney, Trinidad, Colorado, Richard Chapman, Brookings, South Dakota, Robert Shanks, Lebanon, Indiana, and it gives me the greatest pleasure to announce that one of the winners is right here in our own Wilmington High School. Gloria Chomiak. Thank you, Kitty Washington. I went to Congress. The members of the Supreme Court all stood in line and bowed to me. And I met the President of the United States. And then we went to Wilmington, from the town where the first Patriots of this country met to plan this nation. We gave our broadcast from the House of Burgesses where Patrick Henry cried out, Give me liberty or give me death. I was standing there right beside General George C. Marshall as he talked to the audience over the radio. Friends, today we have gathered here in this historic shrine to honor four young high school students who, like Patrick Henry, have spoken out for liberty. They have spoken in their own way in a radio contest on the subject I speak for democracy. But I am convinced that the words these boys and girls have written are more to them than a mere competition for a prize. They are the voice of democracy. Representing these four students is a young lady just 17 years old who I am proud to introduce. Her name is Ms. Gloria Chomiak from the Wilmington High School of Wilmington, Delaware. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Susan Douglas of myself. We have a surprise for you at this point in our cavalcade play. I don't think I could begin to leave Gloria's winning speech as well as she did that day. And so that you may hear Gloria reading a part of it as she did on that occasion in the House of Burgesses. Well, here she is, not the actress, but the real Gloria Chomiak. I speak for democracy because the generations back, my ancestors could not. Because if I do not speak of it, if many more do not speak of it, there may come a time when we too will no longer have the right to do so. For today, neither at any other time, governing powers are fitted one against another. It seems a crisis has diminished and must be broken. We who believe in democracy cannot trust our living it alone. We must stand up and speak and be heard in its cause. And what is this saying called democracy? It is a thought discovered in ancient Greece. I feel the Slavic spirit dreams of too much and faithful with his life. An ideal started in its practice by a model parliament of England and bitterly struggled for in Larry's fron. It found a home in the new world when honest communists learned to demand a role by their own choice. It has grown from a privilege of the few to a right of the common, risen from a persecuted idea to a mighty ideal of helping safety by millions. It is a government that has been developing for hundreds of years and shall develop for hundreds more. It has developed into a system whose imperfections can be remedy and whose virtues are God's given right. I think he spoke a truth about democracy when he said that it can make each man his own oppressor. Yet I believe that greater men have said truer things about democracy that the people's government cannot and shall not perish from the earth.