 Located of America, brought to you by DuPont, makers of chemicals that take you from the storm-tossed sea to the smoke-enflamed of a burning skyscraper, in order to illustrate the fortitude and quiet courage of American wives and mothers. Just as this wide variation of scene is appropriate to the story, so also is it appropriate to the history of chemical research, which contributes to so many kinds of occupation and to the happier and fuller life of so many people, whether they be on farms or in cities, on land or at sea. Marching in the cavalcade of America, chemists of DuPont and other American companies have played a proud part in striving constantly for the goal set for us in the DuPont pledge, better things, or better living, through chemistry. The DuPont cavalcade orchestra brings us a special arrangement of two well-known songs by the American composer Charles Wakefield-Cadman at Donnie and I Hear a Thrust At Ease. Waiting patiently are the women whose courage and devotion make possible the advancement of our race. Forever men go out to wrestle a livelihood from the jealous elements, women wait at home for their safe return. The wild seas that beat against our shores are the scenes of an industry from which we realize vast sums of money every year. In 1870, the center of our fishing industry is at Gloucester on Cape Ann in Massachusetts. A young girl from Indiana engaged to be married to a young Gloucester fisherman is talking with his mother. If they don't stop that terrible horn, I'll go out of my mind. Oh, there, he gets used to it. So do you. I don't think so. I was raised inland. Anyway, the further lift I'm by, the more it's been going all day. And all last night, is it always like this in April? Most any months east of Cape Ann. A wind will spring up after a while and blow it away, or the sun will burn through it. There's nothing like this in Indiana. This just drives all that. Oh, well, we have ground mist sometimes after sunset and a haze in the morning now and then. But we don't go roaring and bellowing and ringing bells until it lifts. You don't have ricks. The sea is terrible. Well, we make our living out of it here in Gloucester. And I guess you've had our cart and mackerel out where you come from too. I suspect we have. But I didn't think of John as going out in the boat. My son will be master the best of them one day, like his father and his grandfather on both sides before. We're all safe here in folks around Gloucester. It must be mighty strange to be married to a fisherman. My father came in every night from the fields ever since I could remember. Why, but seem like, well, like being a widow, not having a man come home for weeks at a time. We're raised to it. You'll get you to it. After we're married, I'll make John give up going to sea. Not if you're wise, you won't sit in his blood. It's the very breath of life from his father, your husband, Jane, and your own father. What became of them? John's father was in a lost dory on the Grand Bay. A lost dory? When the men get sufficient ground, sometimes they put out in dories. Small robots they are. Two boats, two to a boat. The cast in the nets are fishing with hand lines. The fog or a gale comes up sudden light. Well, horrible. And your own father? He went on the rock out, Chander, before they put the light there. But that's as long ago. Well, I won't live waiting and waiting like that, always suspecting the worst. And don't marry John. But I love him. So do I. Of course. You're his mother. But I don't understand why you're married. Well, Ruth, your own father got caught in the gale right in his own farm. In the cyclone, we call it out there. But at least it was quick. And mother was with him. He'd have done better staying down the cellar with you. It's not that I'm sorry you came to live with us. You know better than that. Of course, Jane. Of course. What's that? I thought I heard something. It's the silence. The horn stops. The fog must be lifted. The wind will be shifting now. Maybe it'll be a good breeze. Oh, I knew it. Barry, I'm in the kitchen. Don't send me after this duffel. When is he going? Right away. The fog lifted and a fresh breeze is coming out of the southwest. Hurry, Ma. Here, here, Ruth, put the new bread in that oil-skinned bag. Barry, get your brother's boots. All right, I'll get a few eggs fixed together. I'll do that, Jane, while you pack his clothes. Most of his duffels have been packed and ready this last two weeks, and I'll take his bundle. Ma, can I go with him? No, you're too young. Oh, 14? Dad went when he was only 14? No, I need to hear. Now, take these things down to your brother. And be sure you come back. Oh, gee, Ma. Wish him good luck for me. And mind you come back. Oh, I'll come back, all right. Ruth, maybe you'll better go along to make sure he does. I can't get about so fast anymore. The way he looked, well... Is John really meaning to go to sea and say goodbye? Well, maybe he can't waste time with such nonsense. The wind's right for a quick run to the Grand Bank, and every fisherman will be pulling his muscles out, trying to make two trips before the bad weather sits in again. He wouldn't risk losing half of his catch, just for a kiss. It's not even a word. Nothing? Nonsense. Barry was just too excited to think of it, if John did catch his breath long enough to tell him. Ruth, maybe you'll better go out to Barry just to be sure. I'd rather not. Oh, you won't fall off. There's a railing round the roof. It's safe enough up there. Call the widow's wall. I don't have a mind to be that kind of a widow. Why, girl, if John makes two trips this season, he'll have enough to say goodbye. I don't think so. I'd rather not. I'd rather not. I'd rather not. I'd rather not. I'd rather not. I'd rather not. I'd rather not. But you're fine when you're married. I'm not going to marry him. But you're... I won't be a fisherman's wife. I won't marry a man who can't even think enough to say goodbye. But he might never come back again. And I don't know as I care whether he does or not. I see. But whether you care enough, now I'm sure. You wouldn't make John a good wife. Put on the kettle. I'm going up to the widow's wall. Hello. An hour later, Jane comes down from the widow's wall to begin her patient vigil till her ship, John Schooner-Dalton, comes home again. If the Lord and His mercy will have it so. Oh, well. You startled me. Very easy frightful. I've been thinking, Jane. I'm terribly ashamed for the way I behave. I love John so much. It hurts so to think, though I understand you. Never mind. Hold on. I'm on the horizon now. Just put the kettle on. Let's have a dish of cheese. You said it's cheese. All right, Jane. Where's Barry? Barry? Why, I don't know. I haven't seen him since. Barry. Have him a charlotte. Come in. Jane. Jane, what are you thinking of? Are you from Daft? Barry's gone air. And him only a boy. Jane, I wonder after all you've been through, you wouldn't keep one of your boys from the sea. I knew he'd go. I'd help. Oh, Jane, forgive me. It's all my fault. No, he'd have gone sooner or later. He just jumped on board as they were shoving off. He'll be out there on those awful banks. Maybe out on the sea in one of those little dories. Of course he'll be in a dory. If he's any son of mine. Out on the storm-tossed wind-driven sea, the fishing schooner Dolphin crashes about in the teeth of a gale. Take in the bull! The same storm roars along the coast of Cape Ann, tearing at the snug, tight little white cottage on the hill in Gloucester. It never stops. And out there somewhere, oh, Jane, nothing could live through this. John. You'd better go fast and not shudder before it tears loose in the changes. What? Oh, shudder. I scarcely heard it. You must be deep. How can you even think of such a thing? Don't you realize John is out there with the years and Barry? I think I'll bake a cake. I don't understand you, Jane. You seem so hard sometimes. You don't seem to care at all. Care with my two boys out there. All I've got left in the world. The years I've waited for the sea to send me back to men I love. My father, my husband, and now my son. Oh, Jane, I know. I'm frightened. Forgive me, please. I'll try to be more brave. Give me the flour. Will the cake be chocolate or coconut? Barry likes chocolate, sis. Oh, my boy, my baby. The days pass into weeks without a word from the fishing fleet that are put to sea so confidently with a dolphin. April blossoms into May. Ruth has learned to wait as bravely and as patiently as Jane. Then, late one evening, as the sun is sinking in the west. The bell. What are they ringing the church bell for? They've sited one of the ships back from the banks. Come up to the top of the house. We'll see there. Bring along that glass. The spy glass woman. I can't get up like I used to. Once I did it two at a time. Watch the turn of the steps, Jane. I just think it can be the dolphin. Oh, whatever, sis. The first backs of the storm, they left news. Carefully ahead, coming through the trapdoor. What a beautiful evening. So clear and fresh. Don't slam the door. Here. Help me steady this glass. There. There it is. Ah, what is it? It's a dolphin, all right. Without a fortopolis. But Jane, how can you tell which boat it is from here? I think we know our own vessels. But the calves see you. Ah, yes, there he is. In the bow. Weaving his hat. John? No, Barry. What's with John me doing in the bow, you landlubber? He's the wheezer. But the calves quite... Yes, I can. There's John too. Jane, Jane. I'm so glad I'm going to have to cry. Go below, Ruth, and put the cake in the oven. And leave you here alone. I won't be alone. I'm going to pray. As the fishermen risk their lives in a struggle against the primeval elements of air and water, so our firemen and policemen are ever struggling against the dread element fire. Our second episode in the cavalcade of America, presented by Dupont, tells the story of the wives who wait for these brave men and whose quick thinking and prompt action may depend the security of life and property. Early in the morning of January 9, 1912, company Lieutenant John Larkin of the New York Fire Department is called from home when his private alarm signal summons him to duty. He leaves his wife, Mary, and their daughter, Molly, busy in the kitchen getting breakfast. I wonder where the fire is, Mom? Station 24, your par, said it was. Well, another false alarm, maybe. Not on a second alarm, Molly. It's a real fire, all right. Come in. Oh, excuse me, buttoning like a wild wind, Mary. Come right on in, Bridget. Have some breakfast. Oh, thank you kindly. I haven't had a bite yet this morning. Fine, Mrs. Riley and egg, Molly, and make some tea. Yes, Mom, I could be using a cup of tea. It's a bit of cold outside. The temperature's below zero. You don't say. Well, what brings you out so early, then? Well, Madani hasn't come home from his beef yet. He's been transferred to night work in the financial district. Not that he likes night work, but it's near a home. Yes. I was wondering what would be keeping him in a bad windy morning, Mary. Would you be knowing of anything? Well, there's a fire at station 24. Oh, glory be, that's on his beat. Well, now I... Oh, there goes the third alarm. Oh, it must be getting serious, then. 24 isn't far from here. I think I'll run over and see how bad it is. I'll go along with you, Mary. Give me two, Mom. No, Molly, you stay here. Keep the kettle boiling. Get some blankets off the beds and warm them up behind the stove, just in case. Yes, Mom. Come on, Bridget. You'd better take this shawl. You may need it. Thanks, I will. The wind's howling again. After you, Bridget. Oh, it is cold out. Wind goes right through you. Oh, Mary, if it is over on Danny's beat, all right. Be hard to keep a fire check in this weather. The water will turn to ice if it gets headway. Look out! Oh, hurry. We must be getting close. I can hear the pump. Well, there's holes all over the place. Oh, Mary. We must be getting close. I can hear the pump. Well, there's holes all along the streets already. And no heart around the corner, maybe. Watch it. Don't slip on the ice, Mary. Mother of mercy. It's the equitable building. Oh, my Danny, you'll be right in the thick of it. Oh, hurry. My husband's fire lieutenant Larkin, and I thought this... Well, he's busy just now, as you might imagine. Have you seen my Danny? Danny Riley. Sure, he was on the other side of the building the last I saw him, nor tell him where he is now, but you can't go past the fire line. Come. They'll be laying new lines through here at any minute. Stand back in the doorway. You'll be out of the blame wind. Thank you kindly. Look, Mary, it's like the fiery pit. Oh, it's awful. Take care that none of the spray falls on you. It'll freeze you stiff. Oh, it's blowing the streams of water right into the mist before it even touches the building. And with all that pressure. There's a 60-mile gaze blowing, lady. Just look at the engine all covered with ice. Well, you can hardly... Get back in the doorway, lady. Oh, it's a wonder them walls can stand all that heat and ice. They can't. Look, part of the corners has fallen. Oh, there it is. It's like bombs. And it's made a solid brand. Oh, their hate must be terrible. Look, Mary, up there on the roof, there's three men. Oh, they're trapped. Maybe it's done. No, no, there's some of the cleaners and porters who were working in the building. They wouldn't clear out trying to save stuff. I don't want somebody even to be trying. Sure, and more lives lost just because they wouldn't obey the chief's orders. There goes the hook and ladder. They're moving it under them. Oh, it'll never reach. The roof's up eight stories. They'll climb the ladder far as they can. Then they'll use scale and ladders. Get all that ice. But how do I get over the wide corners? Oh, they'll find a way somehow. Or they shoot a line over from one another building. The street here ain't very wide. But if the walls fall... ...it must be something pierced inside. And nothing but cast-iron columns holding it up. Oh, well, I think that John in there, me here, unable to do his thing. Oh, Mrs. Larkin. Mrs. Larkin, is that you? Yes, Kim. I just seen the lieutenant. Well, he's over by that ladder somewhere. It makes me feel so helpless. I can only do something. Say, you really could do something if you would. What? See if you can get us some coffee. Some of our men have been hurt and were all half frozen. The first one looked like John. Oh, Mary, you can't leave now. I'll get the coffee. Now, Bridget, isn't all you standing here wondering? John has his work. Thank heaven I have something to do now before I was waiting. Those men will need a hot drink when they come down. Oh, I'm praying they do come down. I'll be more used to them getting the coffee than standing here eating our hearts out with fear. We won't be long. While the fire rages and their husband's lives are in peril, Mary and Bridget make buckets of coffee with the water Molly has kept boiling at home. Then all three of them struggle back through the sub-zero gale to find the equitable building a roaring inferno of flames. What was that, Mom? Well, something. Don't spill the coffee. Oh, my arm here broke with the weight of these two petals. Around this corner now and we can turn them over to the men. See, everything's covered with ice. Solid. Look at that engine. Watch out, Molly. It don't slip. Hey, you woman, you can't go through here. Oh, ha. Oh, it's your back again. Oh, that's fine. Hey, fireman. Here's your coffee. Coming right over. Say, Mrs. Larkin, this is great. We'll go back and get some more when you've used this up. We don't know how to thank you, Mrs. Larkin. Hey, Joe! Coffee! The worst fire I've ever known. There's three men trapped in the great balls from the basement. You can see their faces looking out through the bars. Oh, can't you do anything? They're trying to saw through the bars now. Hey, Bill! Him where's John? The last time I saw the lieutenant, he was back at the ladders. There's a couple of men caught in the roof and he volunteered to get them down. Mary! Mary! The fireman reached them. Oh, but look! Look there! There's the scale and ladder. On the side of the building, this hook held on the remanded wall. The big ladder's back now. Sure he'd make it. The Italian chief wash. He was hit by a piece of the wall. It's hard to get hurt. Look Mary! Look! Look there's John! He's almost on the big ladder. That's right, lieutenant! Here, here's some hot coffee for you. I was in luck. I'm dead, you've got to take a roll over. Oh, John! John, have you seen my Danny? Yes, sure. He's over reviving the man they finally saved out of the wall. Oh, thank heaven. Now I've got to be getting back. Oh, no, John. Oh, it's all right now, Mary. The cold, exploding granite, a gale, and freezing spray from 12 million gallons of water. The fireman, under Chief John Kenlon, confined the loss to the equitable building itself and saved the entire financial district from almost certain destruction at minimum loss of life. These are the noble men and women who, for all common welfare, ride a fast and dangerous course in the cavalcade of America. Third this evening in these stories of courageous, steadfast women, many people devote their lives to service of an inconspicuous sort. Since they never make the headlines, it is a privilege to honor them. Such inconspicuous, but nevertheless important service is rendered by science, by men and women of science, and by many products of science. This is illustrated by a chemical product that has played a role in some adventures of modern exploration. Most of the metal equipment for recent Polar Expedition, motor parts, tools, and everything of the sort was cadmium-plated. And what you may ask is cadmium. Well, although the name may have a vaguely familiar sound to many of us, it isn't likely that many people know much about cadmium. I know I didn't. It is one of the rarer metals. And when used, as I've just described, is similar in appearance to chromium-plating. Though usually not so bright, but it is superior to chromium for this purpose, because it sticks on the job more securely and has greater resistance to damage from bumps and bangs. Also, it can be applied more easily. There's an interesting point about this use of cadmium-plating on iron. Usually we think of iron as being a symbol of strength, and of course it is strong in many ways, but it has one weak point. It's easily attacked by nature. It rusts and wastes away. Various things are done to protect iron from nature. And cadmium-plating is one of the best defenses that chemists have devised. One of the many jobs that DuPont chemists do for industry is to extract cadmium from its raw materials and supply this metal for use in plating as an armor for iron. This is just one more instance of the part played by DuPont in creating better things for better living through chemistry. Conservation, which tells the curious and interesting story of Johnny Appleseed and an exciting story of forest rangers will be heard next week at the same time when DuPont again presents the Cavalcade of America. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. What do you way do you see New York?