 From Hollywood, the Hollywood Radio Theatre. Carol Nash and Pilsen Whitley in the Miracle of Fatima. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving Cummings. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. In October of 1951, a million people visited the little town of Fatima, Portugal, to commemorate the Miracle of Fatima. Warner Brothers has brought this impressive story to the screen, not only with reverence, but with gentle humor, because it's also a very human drama. And as our stars, we are pleased to have that unique artist, J. Carol Nash, an in her original role, a young actress who has a great future, Susan Whitley. Now, the Miracle of Fatima starring J. Carol Nash as Hugo and Susan Whitley as Lucia. Some 40 years ago in Portugal, a revolution occurred in the church. After seven years of upheaval, churches in the remote districts were permitted to reopen, so it was in the living village of Fatima. I was a young man in those days, the friend of all the world. I worked a little, robbed a little, and drank the good mountain wine. It wasn't a Sunday morning that I met the children on the road. Lucia and her two little cousins, the boy Francisco and his sister Jacinta. In fact, you look so funny, Hugo. So much man on such a little donkey. I have told you many times, Francisco, if the little donkey hears you talk like that, he's going to be offended. Now, where do you go on such a fine morning? The sheep, Hugo, we're taking them to the pasture. Look, Hugo, we've got lunch, bread and cheese. Oh, but that is not enough for Sunday. Permit me to provide the desert here. For each of you, a fine apple. Oh, thank you, Hugo. You know these beautiful apples nearly cost me my life? Yes, but what happened? Well, I saw these apples in an orchid by the roadside. I know, you stole them. Who, me, stole them? Oh, no. No, no, no, little one, the orchid belongs to a rich friend of mine. He had told me to help myself, but his dogs, they did not know that. Dogs? There were seven of them, seven big mustives, and they were leaping at my throat, and there I was all alone and with my bare hands, I fought them. Poor dogs, they're never going to leap in no more. You killed them? Well, all except the biggest one. He laid down and cried like a little baby. You tell such a good story, Hugo, but we know they're not true. You better ask Father Ferreira to forgive you. No, no, no, no, no, no, no priest for Hugo. Why not? Hugo is all right to go to church. Francisco for children is fine, but not for me. Don't you believe in God? Believe in God. Well, let us say that God, he doesn't believe in me. Now go and take the sheep to the cover. Okay. So he wise that the children went to the pasture land that belonged to Lucia's father. And for what they called that morning, there was only one word, the word of the children themselves. It began when the children sat down on the rocks to eat their bread. You're going to be a star with the sky so bright. Don't be afraid, Lucia. I won't hurt you. Come. Come closer. Yeah, that's better. You're not frightened, are you? Oh, no. Where does your excellency come from? Are you heaven? Who are you talking to, Lucia? A lady. But where is she? There, over the little tree. Did you hear her? No. Tell him to say the rosary. Then he will see me. She said to say the rosary. What is it you want of me? I come to ask you to come here for six months of succession on the 13th day at the same hour. Then I will tell you who I am and what I want. Lucia, I can see her now. I can see her playing. Do you wish to offer yourself to God? To endure all the suffering He may please to send you to help the tone to the sins by which He has offended and to ask for the conversion of sin? Yes. Yes, we do. Yes, my lady. Then you will have much to suffer but the grace of God will be your comfort. My God, my God. I love you. The rosary every day to obtain peace for the world and to end the war. The beautiful lady is gone but she'll come back. She said so, didn't she, Lucia? Don't talk. Don't. That's too wonderful. In the last to see the children on their way to the cova so it happened that I was the first to see them walking back toward the village. Hello, Hugo. Hello, Hugo. Where in hours did they wait to meet an old friend? Hello, Hugo. Now, what is the matter, huh? What's wrong? We saw a beautiful lady in the cova and she came from heaven. Oh-ho. From heaven, huh? Well, stranger in these parts, why don't you introduce me? Maybe she needs somebody to show her around, huh? She came on a cloud of light standing on a little tree and she said, you must pray to make God feel better. Well, now, now, now, what is all these beautiful ladies in trees making speeches? I think maybe you stayed too long in the sun. Well, we did see her, Hugo. I think she must have had, and she was, she was. All right, all right, now, if you say it, I believe it. You saw a lady, good. She came from heaven, fine. Only let us keep it among ourselves, huh? A secret, huh? You tell nobody but Hugo. Why not? Well, because others, they might make fun of you. Say ugly things, maybe. Hugo's right. We mustn't tell anyone. Good, good, now, now, go on. Go on, go on home. All of you hurry now before you might lose your sheep. Yes, Lucia and Francisco kept the secret. But for the little ones, for Jacinta, it was too much. That night, she told her mother and father what she had seen. And they rushed to the home of Lucia's parents. Where is she, Maria? Lucia, where is she? These are our children in bad Olympia. All this excitement. Why? For what reason? What vision? The vision, of course. The vision in the cova. Vision? Yes. They saw a vision, Antonio. Jacinta and Francisco, and you're Lucia. Oh, what a wonderful thing. All children chosen by the Holy Mother herself. Holy Mother? What are you talking about? Ah, there you are, Lucia. Come here, my little niece. Come, we have come to see you. Lucia, Jacinta told everything. I didn't want to tell Lucia, but I had to. Now everybody knows about it. Everybody. Come here, Lucia. Yes, Mama. Did you say you saw the blessed virgin in the cova today? I didn't say anything, Mama. But we did see a lovely lady in the tree. Who else could it be? She didn't say who she was. I told you a hundred times. Now, who makes up this silly story? Jacinta and Francisco say it is true. They have never lied to us, Maria Rosa. Never. They saw the mother of God in the cova. But why would she come there? Oh, you are fools. Stories like this can bring the police to our door. Lucia, tell your aunt and uncle that you put this nonsense into Jacinta's head. But she didn't. It happened. Tell them, Lucia. Tell them you lied. I didn't lie, Mama. It's the truth. Shame on you. I beat you to the truth. Now you go to your room. Later that night, the mother and father of Lucia went to the home of the village priest to Father Ferrera. She didn't say that she is telling the truth? Yes, Father, yes. I think the Blessed Virgin had nothing better to do than ride around in crowds and talk to children. She was always a pious child, Maria. Yes, I know. She loved stories of saints and visions. But now she's making them up herself. When I think of the blasphemy... Just where is this cova you're talking about? Oh, it's on my land, Father. A place where we graze the sheep. And when does she say this lady of theirs is supposed to appear again? A month from today. What? That's St. Anthony's feast day. A day the children love. No, I doubt if Lucia and the others will want to miss the fun here in the village. Then your advice, Father... Ignore the whole episode. It's just a game the children played. In a month they'll forget all about it. So a month went by, but the children did not forget. And the feast of St. Anthony Francisco and Jacinto went to the cova, but not Lucia. She went to the village with her parents for the celebration. Her heart broken, her eyes wet with tears. Her look at her, Maria, all by herself and still crying. It's wrong for a child to be that unhappy. It is also wrong for a child to say she saw a vision. And you, her own father, to forgive a thing like this. Oogle says that people have come here from 50 miles away. They're in the cova, waiting for the children to speak to the village. It isn't enough that people are such fools, but if the government hears about this... Well, maybe it is better this way. Nothing will happen, and then they will be ashamed to even think about it anymore. Oh, I just hope so. Meanwhile, Lucia must learn her lesson that she cannot... Antonio, what do you think? The music and the merry-making had suddenly stopped and the automobile had driven up two men from the government. They looked in the crowd and called for Father Ferrera. You, priest! You know who I am? She's her administrator. Yes, yes, I know. Let's just say you're a priest. The new magistrate, Murai. Now, where are the children? The children you've been using to stir up the people with reports of a vision. Under the law, reports of miracles are a crime. Now point them out to us. I know of no children who have seen the Blessed Virgin. You're lying. One of them is called Lucia. Which is the child named Lucia? They are a priest. It is the government with your friend, not the church and not the priest. Those who helped the priest in this fraud will go to jail with him. Now, where are the children? But no one spoke. Foolish visions were one thing, but to betray children to endanger the priest, that was something else. I will give you five minutes. You will produce a girl Lucia. Or the most drastic measures will be taken against this entire village. You are defying the law. Where to see her? Well, Lucia, see not, but which Lucia? We have dozens of Lucia here, you excellency. Every one of them can make up anything. Some flocks of angels, two devils and horsemen. Now, see order, see order. For me, I think a lovely lady in the tree is fascinating because I like to climb trees. Oh, be quiet. My apologies, sir. I only tried to point out that the government seems to believe in this miracle more than we do. We will give you just one more chance. No one is to leave this plaza. We will question every one of you. Now, line up in front of the church. Line up! In all of the commotion, it was easy to slip away. And when I left, Lucia was with me. Lucia and... Well, through your house, little one, better yet, your neighbor's house, till all this blows away. No, Hugo, no. Take me to the cove. To the cove? Huh? The lady expects me, and it's almost time. Oh, don't you see? She must have sent you. Well, me, me, me, an unbeliever. Please, Hugo, please. All right, little one, to the cove, it is. There were still people in the cove, fifteen or twenty, and in front of the little tree, the two other little children. You think so, friend? Come back to us. But... You are unhappy, my daughter. Only because of my mother, but... but not anymore. Tell us what you'd have us do. Jesus wishes to use you to make me known and loved throughout the world. Lucia, si ota careta is here with the cripple boy. She asked us to speak to the lady. Will you cure him, dear lady? Her prayer shall be answered within a year. When will you take us to heaven? I will take your sinner and Francis go soon. But you must remain some time longer. You're going to take them? You mean they're going to... I know, dear father. But why must they go far? Please, dear lady, besides my mother, I love them more than anyone in the world. Feel crying, dear. If you cry, then I'll cry. Forgive me, my lady. I'll do anything. But don't take them. Don't leave me here alone. Dear child, I'll be with you always. My Immaculatum will be your refuge and the power of the Spirit. In the cloud. The cloud. Baby. Little baby. What is the matter? Somebody hurt you? The lady said she was going to take Francis's coat. They're going to heaven, she said. Then I don't want them to go. Wait, wait, wait. Maybe you misunderstood the lady. No, I didn't. Oh, she was here, huh? The same lady? She was, you go. She was here. But no one else saw her, little friend. I looked very hard. All the other people back there, they were looking too. But nothing. She came to us and she said she would. She said we're going to heaven soon. Wait, wait, wait. Maybe she will change her mind. Ladies do, you know. Now come. Come with the hugo, huh? The three of you come. We stayed far from the religion till the administrator and the magistrate had gone back to Uray. When I brought the children home Father Farera was waiting for them. So you saw her again today, my child? Yes, father, yes. What did she tell you? The lady had told us the way would be hard. I didn't know what she meant to him, but... Oh, but I do now. I thought you'd believe us, father. I may neither believe nor disbelieve until all the facts are examined. What else did the Blessed Mother say? I didn't say she was the Blessed Mother. But she was, she was. Jacinta, be quiet. Perhaps you can tell us what the lady said, Jacinta. She said we're going to die, father. Soon. Not Lucia. Just I'm just going to leave. I'm going to die, Lucia. You told them that. Father, you see what terrible thing she's doing. There's no end to this. Lucia didn't tell us. It was a label. Stop saying such things. Lucia, if you are lying, I implore you to tell me. Oh, it would be so easy to tell you that I am. Then all I get would be a whipping. But I'm not, father. Look, child, you saw what happened to the administrator and the magistrate. They made grave threats. If they come here again, soldiers will come with them. Do you want them to take me away to close the doors of our church? Oh, no, father, no. Then tell me the truth. I told you the truth. I swear it. I... I believe you, Lucia. That... that they saw the virgin? I believe they saw something. Good or evil, I cannot say. Evil? The devil comes to us in many forms, Lucia. Oh, no, father. Not the lady. I'm going to write to the bishop and tell him. Until I hear from him, I don't want any of you to go to the cova anymore. No, you do that, father. We'll go again. And let us pray to God to enlighten us all. What's the matter, Lucia? No, mama. I just couldn't sleep. Come inside before we wake, Diana. You're angry with me? No. No, I'm not angry anymore. Just worry, Lucia. Tell mama. Tell me. Father Ferrera said that the lady might be the devil. She couldn't be that. Could she, mama? Father Ferrera knows more about such things than we do. Surely the devil would want the church closed. You want to see Father Ferrera in jail, too, wouldn't you? But if you only could have seen her as I did, you only could have heard her voice. I can't stop thinking about her. Who are you? No, mama. No, don't be mad at me. Even though I promised her to come, I'm never going to see her anymore. Never. I don't want you to hate me. I love you, mama. I love you. And I love you, my darling. Now close your eyes. Try to sleep. I believe you. My little bird. My poor, tormented baby. In just a moment, we will continue with act two of the Hollywood Radio Theater. Make a friend and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. That's a thought which the 4-H clubs of America had in mind when they began sponsoring the International Farm Youth Exchange. The main purpose of the IFYE is to select young farmers or those who've majored in university agricultural courses who may send abroad for short periods to work with the people and promote understanding and friendship. Last summer, for example, three young California farmers were chosen to spend four to five months in Ecuador. While there, they visited farms, discussed agriculture with the people, and lent what assistance they could. The work of these grassroots ambassadors, as they are called, is voluntary. For although their trips are sponsored by clubs in their neighborhood, the major portion of their expenses is paid by the young farmers themselves. Their work can in no way be considered charity because they learn as much from people in other countries as those people learn from them. Yes, members of the International Farm Youth Exchange have learned the secret of international understanding that by helping others, you help your country. Now our producer, Mr. Cummings. Act two of the miracle of Fatima starring J. Carol Nash as Hugo and Susan Whitney as Lucia with Jeanette Nolan as Maria. Yes, the poor and happy child had told her Maria that never again would she look for the vision of the lady. But not Lucia and not Maria could control the imagination of the people. World of a miracle flew like leaves in a wind. From all over Portugal, the pilgrims came to Fatima to visit the cova and pray before the little oak tree. And then a wonderful idea came to me and I brought it to Lucia's father, to Antonio. You are my dear friend, Hugo. You will always think to buy me wine in my hour of such problems. Well, we think another bottle, huh? That's alizar, more wine for Antonio. Everybody goes crazy, Antonio, except you and me. But if they wish to believe fairy tales, that is their business. Hugo, Hugo, what the children say maybe, maybe it's cool. Antonio, you are a grown man. All I know is that on the 13th day of the next month you will see thousands here in Fatima. Exactly, my friend. And who am I to argue against the belief of thousands? My dear Antonio, heaven has sent us our own private miracle. Help me, Hugo, comfort me. Then listen closely. You own the cova and I am your dearest friend, your partner. So we will charge each and everyone a small fee to see the Virgin, huh? Think what a good deed we are going to be doing. No. Oh, Antonio, be sensitive. You don't even go to check. You would try to cheat God himself. But God owns such a big world, Antonio, and we got so little of it. Now look, Antonio, first thing we do we build a gate, a fence, and in the morning... No, no. Oh, Antonio, we are going to be rich. We will be popular. We will have more wine and think about it. But the answer will still be no. Such a thing would be a sin. But I have sinned all my life. You think God will care if I sin just a little bit more? No. No, no. Oh, I am frightened. Right, in all my life I have been cursed with good friends who are religious. It is a great burden. Antonio, Hugo, come quickly, quickly. What, more villains? More angels playing the harp. The church, the administrative is closing the church. They are nailing the doors up with boards. There are soldiers with rifles on his steps. Oh, hey! Hey, little children, have caused all of this. Hmm. I have just decided to be a bachelor for the rest of my life. Your people will believe us, Father Pereira. We warned you on St. Anthony's Day, but you would not listen. The children have done this stupid thing because you told them to. You and your bishops. Your pines, please. Why would we plot such a thing when we knew it would only bring disaster upon us? Then your bishop does not sanction these reports of the vision? It is you who sanctioned them, Sihorets. Can't you see that by closing the church you have made these people believe that the vision must be true? It's been reported that the virgin will again appear on the 13th of next month. I give you my word that every priest in Portugal will tell his people to stay away from Fatima. Good. Then we'll see how well you priests can control them. If there is no hysterical mob here on July 13th, we'll allow you to reopen your church. So, you see it is now in your hands, Father Pereira. Good day. But on the 12th of July, the people again were pouring into Fatima. And that night, the parents of Jacinta and Francisco struggled through the crowds to the house of Lucia's parents. I never thought we would get here. Such crowds, such questions. Listen to them. Listen to the fool. They stand around my house. They look into the window. All 40 glimpse of Jacinta and Francisco. Where are they? They're hiding under the bed. And the doors of my house are locked. Never have we had to lock them before. Tomorrow there will be thousands of the cover. The priests have warned the people to stay home so our church could be opened again. But still they come. The whole country gone mad. Perhaps the Blessed Virgin wants them here, Maria. That I will never believe. Neither does Lucia believe it. She won't stir out of the house tomorrow. Come here, Lucia. Tell them yourself. I will not go to the cova. I'll stay at home. But Francisco and Jacinta, what will they do without you? Oh, Maria, you are making a great mistake. I also believe as you do, Mark. But what can I do? Enough. Father Ferrera said the children should not go. But who saw the lady? Father Ferrera? No. The children saw her. And I believe what they tell me. Maria, the child is crying. Lucia will keep her promise to me. Until the church is opened again. Do what you want, Maria. My children will go to the cova tomorrow. And late that night in her torment, in her helplessness, Lucia slipped away from her house and went to the cova. As she ran down the road, she saw many pilgrims sleep on the ground and others who sat in the darkness waiting for the day to come. No one knew her. To them she was just a sad little girl who knelt by the tree and prayed. Help me. Won't you please tell me how I can keep my promise to you without hurting my mother? One little sign. Just so I know what to do. Show me your face. Help me, my lady. She's gone. Lucia is gone. She's not in her bed. And her clothes are gone. Maybe she went to water the sheep. No, no, no. I look. She's not out there. Neither. I called the marto and he said he hasn't seen her since last night. You are thinking of the cova. No, Antonio. She promised me. The plaza. The square then. In front of the church. If she's out in that crowd and they find out who she is, call the neighbors. Tell the neighbors to help us find her. No. No, I will go. If she comes back, don't let her leave. Lock the door. Keep everyone out. It was scarcely more than daylight, but a portion of the crowd was already plodding to the cova. And it was there that Maria finally found her. Lucia, I sleep on the ground. Lucia! Oh, my baby, my darling. Thank God. Why did you run away from us? But I didn't, Mama. I meant to come home, but I, I must have fallen asleep. I'm so sorry, Mama. Forgive me. It's all right. It's all right. I'll go home now. You, you want to go home? Oh, no. No, but I, I promised you I'd you would rather stay here than stay in my child. Please, just leave us alone. Don't, don't touch her. Just leave us alone. All during the morning Father Ferreira pleaded and begged but in vain. The people would not listen. They had come to the cova to witness a miracle and there they would remain. You have been deceived. You will not find Holy Mother here. You offend her believing she would show herself to a crowd in a field. Go home. Go home and beg her forgiveness. They ignore you, huh? Well, I warned you, priest. Sure, we did all we could to prevent this. I have a troop of cavalry waiting down the road. I promise you that by noon this field will be empty and as for you, you are under arrest. It was pity for the priest and anger for the government but the crowd would not leave and when the troops came and tried to ride them down it was the people who routed the soldiers and when the hour of noon arrived a great silence hung over the cova. Thousands of people stood motionless as they watched the children fall to their knees and turned their faces toward a little cloud that hovered over the oak tree. Terrible trouble. You are enduring these hardships for the conversion of sinners as eternals for sins committed against God. If the people do not cease to offend Him another and worse war will break out. When you see a strange light in the sky you will know it is a sign that the world is about to be punished for its crimes. In Russia there is an evil scheme to destroy the peace army to prevent this, I ask that you be converted. If not, she will call war and persecution. Good people will be martyred. Many nations will be destroyed. If what I say is needed many souls will be saved and there will be peace. It is necessary that people unnerve their lives. Let them ascend, God and Lord God, no more. Luca, Luca, do you hear anything? Only a sound like the wind in the trees. But there is no wind. The whole earth is still. My lady, the people can't see or hear you as we do. Many of them don't believe that you appear to us. In October, I will give them a sign that will make them believe. It was the same thing all over again, the three children swearing that they saw and heard the lady. But no one else had seen anything more exciting than a cloudy tree and a hot sun. And yet, throughout all Portugal, they did nothing but argue and debate about it. But for a whole month the officials bothered no one. Then on October 13th, I mean August the 13th, they drove his automobile to Lucia's house to meet with the parents. You're not very happy to see me, are you? Well, I don't blame you. But I think that will change when you learn that your priest has been released. How the father is back? I've just come from his house. And you know who else is there? The bishop. The mario. And the bishop would like to speak to the children before they go to the cova. He wants to see them now, so I offer to come and get them. But we can take them to your house. Fine, fine. Of course, if the bishop is to speak to them before they go to the cova, there is not much time, is there? It will be much quicker in my automobile. If the children live here, we will take them to your house. You want your church reopened, don't you? I prefer they come with me. Now, if the bishop agrees to sanction these miracles, and if he agrees to accept our responsibility for whatever happens, the government will give you back your church. And everything will be as it was? Just as it was. Maria, we must let them go. Yes, I agree. Let me take the children to the bishop. Imagine, this is a bishop in an automobile. For simple people, you do not require a clever trick. The children were taken, not to the bishop, but to the magistrate's office in the town of Ure. And the questioning began. You children have hurted yourselves. And incited people to violence and riot. Now, what did you say about it? We're very sorry, sir. It would be a terrible thing to send children to prison, never to see your mothers again. But you can help us not to do it. Simply confess that the priest told you to spread these silly stories about a lady from heaven and we'll let you go. You see how easy it is? But he didn't. The priest said it was the devil. And we did see a lady, and she did talk to us, and she said we would suffer for her. Now, suppose that instead of locking you up in prison, we were to take you to the shops and buy you fine new clothes, wonderful toys, anything you want. Now, wouldn't that be nice? You don't have to pay us to tell you the truth, sirs. We do it for nothing. Now, you listen to me. Sometimes when people don't answer the way they should, the police have ways of making them. How would you like to be dropped into a kettle filled with boiling oil? Huh? How would you like that, huh? I don't think we'd like that, sir. That's exactly what will happen unless you admit to lying. Well... We've only told the truth, sir. Very well. Come in, Captain. Get your soldiers and throw them in the dungeon. They had no intention to harm the children, simply to terrify them into confession. So it happened that a few moments later, they found me waiting for them in the jail. To save us? Well, not exactly, but I... But how did you get here? Well, there was a soldier in Fatima, little one. 10, 12, 14 soldiers. And when I find what they have done to you, I charge them all alone by myself with my two bare hands. You know, this time I... I think you're telling the truth. Forgive me, please. I think there was only three of them. Oh, it was beautiful while it lasted. Now I've got to spend 15 days in jail. But are you here? Now they are putting children in prison? First, he was going to boil us in oil. Wait a minute. Did he say that? Don't worry, Hugo. He didn't do it. And this is the day the lady from heaven is to come. Uh, even though it's your fate, you didn't keep our promise. Oh, I see. And we'll never get to see her again. Now now don't cry, baby. What do you want, huh? Tell me what you want and I will do it. I want to go home to my mother. All right. That's one thing I cannot do now, but well, give me time. Give me time to think and don't worry. Hugo, will that let them hurt you? Only that is not enough. How am I going to get you out of here? How, how am I going to get you out? And as I sat there struggling with this great problem, upstairs in the magistrate's office, a colonel of the army had just arrived from Fatima. Well, what are you so excited about? That is no use here. The people in Fatima, they refuse to despise children or adult children. The cover is jammed and they are all praying. Oh, this ridiculous praying. A volley over their head will shut off their prayer. Do you want a riot on your hands? Then what do you propose, please? I propose to let the children go. No, not until they have confessed. Oh, I should have thought of this a long time ago. Now listen to me. The credibility of their crazy story depends upon a miracle that's guaranteed to convince everyone, but there will be no miracle and the whole affair blows up in their faces. You expect me to tell that angry mob it was all a joke putting those brats in jail? And I'll tell them, but release the children. Give them enough rope and they'll hang themselves. Oh, do what you want, just get them off my hands. But the lady promised no miracle today, not until October. And we will wait until October. Then when the mob realizes how they've been deceived, they will settle this problem for us. Yes, my friend. We will give the children back to the people. In a few moments we'll continue with Act 3 of the Miracle of Fatima. Make a friend and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. Recently, the Institute of International Education in Los Angeles, California opened an office for its new affiliate, the Center for International Students and Visitors. When foreign visitors, sponsored by public or private groups, visit Los Angeles, the Center provides them with help in seeing and learning the American way of doing things. It's been found that, for the most part, visitors would rather see how Americans live rather than how they make money. Within a recent two months period, the Center was host in one way or another to a Finnish publisher, a French director of police, a Malayan journalist, a United Nations delegate from India, a director of education from Iceland, a German lawyer, a Korean editor and an Austrian composer. Visitors usually stay from two days to three weeks and when they return to their own countries, they take with them a clear and honest picture of how Americans live. Thanks to an organization which has dedicated itself to the spreading of world amity, an organization which has discovered that by helping others, you help your country. Pause now for Station Identification. The curtain rises on Act 3 of the Miracle of Fatima starring J. Carol Nash as Hugo and Susan Whitney as Lucia with Janet Nolan as Maria. So it was that the children returned to Fatima. So it also was that on the 13th of September, the lady again appeared to them, but only to them and again from a cloud that hung low over the little tree in the cove. But what everyone was waiting for was the day when the miracle would happen. For this, Lucia said, would happen. Look at me, Hugo. You haven't prayed in years, have you? Well, I told you once, little one, for some people praying is very fine. I recommend it, but for Hugo? No, no, no, I don't think so. You're angry at Papa, aren't you? Because he won't let you sell tickets at the cove? But how I can be angry with my dear friend, my partner, besides that, I have something better now than tickets. Rosaries, little one. Boxes are full of rosaries and only Hugo will be permitted by the father's land. You'll make a lot of money. Well, is there something wrong with that? I'm not sure. Only you believe. But when the lady does the miracle, then you'll believe, won't you? Well, you, I believe, baby. Oh, no, you don't. You like me, but you don't believe. Lucia, we are very good friends, huh? Maybe you'll tell Hugo what kind of a miracle the lady is going to mention. She didn't say what kind. Oh, she only went, huh? Yes. Yes, on October the 13th. Never in the history of our mountains had there been such days as these. The people, the crowds, young, old, rich, poor, strong, weak. And all of this because of three little children. This, indeed, was the miracle in itself. Among those who made the journey to Fatima was the bishop. And on the night of October the 12th, he summoned the children before him. The children and their parents. Lucia, you know, do you not, that there are tens of thousands of people here tonight because of your claims? But give me, but we didn't ask them to come. My child, you don't seem to realize how difficult it is for these strong to get here, a desolate place on the top of a mountain. No place to sleep save on the ground and in the rain. Many bring their sick, hoping to have them healed by the merciful one. Mothers come with prayers for their sons in the war. The poor will be hungry and there are no loaves and fishes here to feed them. Some may even die. And for all this, you children are responsible. Did our lady ask for that? No, sir. No. You have said the mother of God predicts another great war and still more wars. I only know what she told me, Father Ferreira. You see what nonsense this is. Tomorrow all these people will be waiting for a miracle. The lady will keep her word. But if it should fail, if that great crowd has caused to think that you've lied, it will become an angry mob. And then, God help you all. This is what your enemies are hoping for. But even now it may not be too late. Even now they will forgive a child if she confesses her sin. But I haven't sinned. I haven't sinned. It is no use. Father Ferreira, take me to your church. We will pray together for guidance to aid these poor. They've gone, Lucia. It's all right. It's all right. They don't believe me, Mama. They don't believe. We believe you, Lucia. We'll go with you to the Kora tomorrow. If there is no miracle, the mob will have to walk on me before they get to you. But no more tears, my little bird. No more tears. This way to the Kora, in order to buy yourself a new rosary at wholesale prices, there are no rosaries sold at the Kora. I have also for sale a few more branches from the holy tree that held our lady. Take one arm, siores. Enjoy your own visions. Rosaries and a branch, siores. Rosaries. No, stay close to us and to Father Ferreira. These pilgrims will grab you for souvenirs. Lucia, if it keeps on raining... It doesn't matter. Do you think it rains in heaven? No, but if it does... Well, heaven is where our lady is and she'll come to us no matter what happens. Lucia, you say this lady of yours is supposed to appear at noon? She's always come at noon, Father. The crowds on our way here to the Koba delayed us longer than we thought. Look, look at my watch, Lucia. It's past noon. It's past 12 o'clock. Exactly. You know what this means? It means that nothing is going to happen. I want you to leave this place now. I can't go, Father. The lady said she'd be here. You have done harm enough. Do as I tell you. Father, this land is not much, but it is mine. You have no right to order my daughter away from here. This is the spot here before the little tree. Can we pray now, Lucia? Can we sit now? Pay no attention to the people, Lucia. Let them do as they wish. But we will pray. Again, they were on their knees and the moments went by and nothing happened, but the children did not move. The crowd became restless. They had been here for hours and all for nothing. And angry voices echoed against the hills. And then those closest to the children saw them smile and they heard the voice of Lucia. We knew you'd come to us, dear lady. What do you want? The crowd was suddenly silent. Just the falling of the rain. I want to tell you that war is going to end. And soldiers will return to their homes. Do not fear. In the end, God will cry out. You said you'd tell us who you are. I am the lady of the rosary. Queen of the most holy rosary. The crowd was stirring again. But all they show us was a child talking to the empty air. You see, senor, I'm going to slid on. It would be as I said. They better pull some sort of miracle out of a hat. Or this farce will become more tragic than we thought. Well, they can't say we didn't try to stop them. Holy Mother, you promised to give us a miracle so the people will believe. They will believe. Why is she going? Why is she leaving us so soon? She promised a miracle. I just go back. In the heaven, the Russian fire is burning itself like a wheel of flame. And a great hero was on the people they screamed and prayed. Some could not move but stood like stone and stared in the heavens. Are they strung themselves on the ground? The blind woman shouted that she could see again. A cripple dropped his statue. And then the son halted in its course and drew back, back deep into the heaven. The children now turned toward their parents. The lady kept her promise, Mama. Look, the rain has stopped. Our clothes are dry. Here it is dry. Hurry, it is dry. Like dust. My coat is dry. We stood in the rain, Papa, but our clothes are dry. Mama's Papa, now I think now that even Hugo believes. Hugo? Only the fool says there is no God. All this, as I have said, happened long ago when I was a young man. In 1917 the people of Fatima built a simple arch in the cover. But now on that very spot there stands a magnificent basilica. And on October 13, 1951, a million people from all over the world gathered there to do homage to a lady of Fatima. And I was among them. In the basilica, in this sacred spot, San Cisco and a simple line in their eternal sleep went through the years their friend Lucia has devoted herself to holy service. Are you happy, Lucia? More than I can tell you. I think that the face of you three children has brought a million people to Fatima. It is their own face that happened, Hugo. They are yearning for peace on earth. It's the people of the world who pray as our lady asked them to. God will send us peace. Of that, I am sure the moment our souls will return. Shortly after World War II, some army officers in the Philippines took the time and trouble to find out that their house boy had one burning ambition, one desire in life. And that was to come to the United States and study for the Baptist ministry. Well, they took it upon themselves to do a lot of corresponding and arranging. They obtained a four-year scholarship for him at Eastern New Mexico College. Then the woman's missionary union heard about the boy and they offered him a two-year seminary scholarship. But there was still a mighty important question, the question of raising $440 for his passage to the United States. And it was in an army chapel that Catholic, Protestant and Jewish servicemen joined together to collect the funds so that this boy might become a Baptist minister. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. Now, Mr. Cummings with our stars. And here they are to accept our thanks for an inspiring evening. J. Carol Nash and Susan Whitney. And you value the no-electron characterization to your repertoire, Carol. Well, if you like, I'm a like a soul. For heaven's sake, why are you using a dialect? Maybe too much Luigi. No, no, it's not that Susan. It's just that everyone thinks I'm a Latin. They just won't believe that I'm Irish. So I naturally lax into a dialect at times. And come to think of it, Susan, it's all Irving Cummings' fault. That's right, Susan. Many years ago I directed Carol and the picture called Down Argentine Wave. He had his first part with a dialect and was a great hit. Well, you know, that was your fault too because Irving, you were so successful as a director. But Susan, let me give you a little advice. If you don't want to carry your birth certificate with you wherever you go, you stick to your native language, huh? Believe me, I'm having a hard enough time at school with the English language, but I do want to be a versatile star when I grow up. Irving, I'd like to ask you one question. What is it, Carol? What if I had done a program the next week or maybe, huh? Is it going to be fun? Well, this being spring and all, we're going to bring you one of the most delightful comedies ever produced by Metro Goldwood Mayor. It's Angels in the Outfield. And the stars of this hilarious story will be George Murphy and in their original roles, Janet Lee and Donna Cock-Cockin. Oh, I'm going to love that. Good night. I'm too well tonight already. Irving Cummings, our orchestra, is under the direction of Rudy Schrager. This is Ken Carpenter inviting you to join us next week at this same time for another presentation of the Hollywood Radio Theatre. Hollywood Radio Theatre is a presentation of the United States Armed Forces Radio Service.