 Look, the American Railroad brings you to Carmen, Emily Carman, the D.C. princess, the lord of McRae, and his celebrated guest from the Metropolitan Opera, Blackey Tom. Our prior is from the direction of Norman Duboff, and our music is prepared and conducted by Carmen Red. Yes, tonight another great musical contest is brought to you by the American Railroad. The same railroad that brings you most of the food you eat, the clothes you wear, the fuel you burn, and all the other things you use in your daily life. And now, here is our star, Gordon McRae. Thank you. Thank you, Marvin Teller, and good evening ladies and gentlemen. We're visiting two musical pieces tonight for a singing rostro. But when you're in love with the world, there's a singing world, and music is in stars and sunsets. Music is everywhere. All the tiny stars are singing how sweet song In my heart, my joy is a flinging, flinging, flinging song In a theater half a thousand miles from my home, my watch says I had lost count of how many times I had danced with stars to see the lovely silver dancing and singing the leading role in the colorful opera of the Gypsy Princess. But I knew I could watch and listen to her every night of my life, especially the grand finale. I cannot tell you how trust I am with your kindness to me. I rarely make the curtain speak, but as you know, this is our closing night. We have careers in a little world of our own, right here on the stage, the world of an opera writer. But even magic writers must come to an end and follow our lead for America. It's my thought, my affections, I lead here, where I've been so very, very happy. Yes, you won't. Yes, come in. Ronald, you're behind us. You shouldn't come here to my death in one minute. Now please, so what you think of me as just an ordinary man, like all your other admirers? Ronald, a prince is not an ordinary man. I'm in love with a princess, a Gypsy princess. No, you're in love with the enchantment of the theater. Now, still that you think I'm acting like a stage-druck college boy, then I'll show you why I'll, I'll flirt and make love to every lady of the court. We're glad to come from college. We've read the book of knowledge, except perhaps it's most absorbing pain. It's most absorbing pain. Romantic education begins with gravitation. The lovely sirens of the state. In years of indiscretion, we have the same obsession, and frequently we get the crazen. Yes, the crazen, yes, the crazen. We have a glamour that transcends the charm of other ladies. I might cleanse enchantment to the hue. But when we see them closer and hear them memorable, sir, you're there, I don't mind. I can bring a pal or two. We succumb to the craze for the nimble call of faith. Our elders in bed is patterned for. We eat them, we treat them, we change them out to dine. We pet them, we let them, the supple lies are. Before very long, we are gold matters strong. Believing they honestly adore them. Pathetic, strenuous, excitable, engaging little ladies of the court. They rule us, they rule us. We never stand a chance. They folks us, they folks us. Oh, fair God bless all their dear little hearts. If they don't decide to part, their faces and think is simply for us. Their witcheries continue. The slanders entice the little ladies of the court. They're dangerous, they quarrel with us. They're dangerous, they quarrel with us. They like those dainty darlings of the court. But I'm not in love with the ladies of the court. I'm in love with you, Gilbert. Oh, please. You mustn't go to America. You're going to stay right here with me. That's not possible. Well, then I'm going to America with you. No. Oh, Gilbert, you love me. I know you do. If I do it, then I'm going to America with you. Oh, Gilbert, you love me. If I do it's all the more reason for my going away. There are more than footlights separating us. I'm wary of being in love with the moon. Oh, Gilbert. I'd give up my kingdom, anything, for my disadvantage. Don't you understand? Gilbert, it's you I love. It's you I love. A longing lips would say, let me with a heart that's the day we learn. I forbid you to go to America. You forbid? By what right? By the right of a husband. We'll get married here tonight. How could we? In this country, a marriage performed before a notary is binding. If it's followed by a church ceremony within three months. I will send for a notary right now. He'll perform the ceremony in the state of the theater. My friend. You'll take this job here, you'll hide it? I, Ronald, since it's close enough, to hereby most solemnly declare that I take silver barrisque to be my lawful wedded wife. And in three months I will confirm this contract before the world and heaven. That concludes the legal seven minutes. Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Nobles. Are you happy, sir? Oh, I thought the state contained magic, but you've made the magic come true. Ronald, Prince Ronald, where are you, Your Highness? Who is that? Lord Boniface. In here, Barney. She can help us celebrate. News from home, Your Highness. Your father, the king, has just officially announced your engagement to the beautiful Countess Scotty. I'm listening. It's a formality. It means nothing. You're ordered to come home at once. I refuse. It's a military order. Wait a minute. Oh, wait. Silver, listen to me. I will go home only long enough to straighten this thing out. Then I will return to you. Yes, Your Highness. I really understand. But, sir, tell me again, Your Highness. Oh, Silver. And then say goodbye very quickly. For today, you and I are married. Why, Silver? What's the point of it? The marriage contract said in three months. Today was just in my reel, wasn't it? Then why ruin your last chance by dragging me in? Because if he thinks I'm married to you, Ronald will feel I have no claim on him. And besides, it was the only way, getting him to Palace, and then there is one other reason. What reason? Because I'm a woman. But I want to see the woman who is going to take my place. You still love him very much, don't you? Yes, ma'am. I love him very much. Their majesties will receive you now. Thank you. Please announce Lord and Lady Boniface. Ah, Boniface, I always knew you would marry a girl like this. Why, you can tell her nobility from her crease, her poise, her beauty. Don't you think so, my dear Anita? Yes, Edwin. Tell me, dear Lady Boniface, did you have a quiet wedding? Oh, very quiet indeed, Your Majesty. Almost silent. I have sent for the prince. Oh, no. I want him to meet you. There was a time in his young life when he associated with riffraff, the low women of the pier. I am anxious for him to see what a good match his old friend Boniface has made. He's finding the prince. Oh, Bonnie, what shall I do now? Smile. Oh, good afternoon, Mother, Father. Ah, my old friend Boniface. This is his new bride, Ronald. May we present our son, the prince, Lady Boniface. Prince, Lady Boniface. What about us? Oh, you mean that play acting on the stage. Imagine a wedding on an empty stage at one o'clock in the morning. Oh, we've often laughed about it since. Was it all just a dream? Just a dream. Oh, still not. Let's both dream all over again. Dream all over again. The heart has... No, Your Highness. Too late. Ronald, there's something I want to tell you. And I've asked your mother-in-law to hear it, too. Bonnie, no, no. You have a surprise for us, Boniface. I love surprises. Your Highness, this is not my wife. We are not married. Wife? Silver. Silver. Silver! Silver! Is this the theater person that infatuated Ronald? How dare you bring her here, Boniface? Father, I... I think, my dear Edwin, it's high time you were told the truth about something. I, too, was once a theater person. My mother. What? I don't believe it. You were a countess when I married you. I was the widow of a count. But before that, I was known as one of the cuties of Cologne. What? Listen, we're the dangerous deplorable... That's wonderful. I often wondered why I had such fabulous lullabies as a child. Like father, like son. Father, I... I don't see how you can have any objections now. You remove those objections, Edwin, or I'll shout it from the highest parrot of this castle that your queen was once one of the cuties of Cologne. Well, after all, she is rather beautiful. Hence, it would be nice to have a beautiful daughter-in-law. Quite frankly, the countess stop there is sort of a prune. Oh, Father. Are you happy, sir? Oh, can I tell you how I feel? I know. Oh, the tiny star. Our charming gypsy princess, plant sea bomb will be back in just one moment for a much-deserved curtain call. And meanwhile, our hearty thanks to Verna Felton, Herb Butterfield, Carlton Young, and to our entire company. The Gypsy Princess, with book by Arthur Miller, lyrics by Arthur Stanley, and music by Emre Kalman, was dramatized for the railroad hour by Lawrence and Glee. The railroad hour is brought to you each week at this time by the American Railroad. Marvin, in this national election year, one obligation of citizenship heads all the way. The obligation to go to the polls on November 4th and vote. Unless you do, you cannot play your part in deciding the critical issues of our time. Everyone who votes plays an important part in helping to secure the future of America, helping to keep our freedom strong. Make sure you exercise your right and duty as a citizen on election day. Get out and vote on November 4th. Right, Marvin. Now, here again is our delightful guest, Blanche Thibaut. Thank you, Gordon. And don't think I got to marry you twice this evening. Well, you know, we've had a lot of princesses on this stage, Blanche, and you, believe me, were one of the most charming. And come back with us soon. You would love to. What's on the show today next week? Well, listen. What do you think of when you hear that song? Heaven. Seven-seven. Well, you're right. That's our show for next week. A brand-new musical treatment of one of the loveliest stories of all time. The great stage and screen hit, Seven-seven. One of the stars of Tales of Hawkman, Miss Anne Ayres, will be our lovely Diane. Oh, that could be a real listening treat. Well, good night, Gordon. Good night, Blanche. All aboard. Our friends and looks as though we're ready to pull out. And so until next Monday night, in our premiere performance of the musical version of Seven-seven, this is your friend Gordon McQuay saying goodbye. The Gypsy Princess was presented by special arrangement with the Tams Whitmark Music Library. Gordon McQuay appears through the courtesy of Warner Brothers, producers of The Miracle of Fatima. Our choir was under the direction of Norman Luboff, and our music was prepared and conducted by Carmen Dragon. Until next week, this is Marvin Miller saying good night for the American Railroad. Now stay tuned for your Monday night of music on NBC.