 Lux presents Hollywood. The Lux Radio Theatre brings you in old Chicago starring Darville Amour, Robert Young and John Haudyac. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil V. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood ladies and gentlemen. In 1840 two Englishmen traveling in America tried to find the city of Chicago. They heard it was somewhere in the Middle West but they couldn't find a map that recognized its existence. How they made out finally I don't know but the story indicates how fast and furious was the growth of this spectacular dynamic city. Tonight in the Lux Radio Theatre we bring you a dramatic episode from the pageant of Chicago. A story of the city's violent birth and struggle for existence of love and treachery and sacrifice and of America's undying faith in the future. It's the 20th century Fox success in old Chicago and our stars are as promising as our play Robert Young, Dorothy Lamour and John Haudyac. If you saw the picture you may have been impressed as I was by the careful attention to reach historical detail from the dollar-studded floor of the Palmer House to the bar of soap in Molly O'Leary's wash tub. And notice I say bar of soap soap flakes like Lux were still a long way in the future. According to early Chicago methods you'll boil your clothes and scrub them with a cake of soap to get them clean. And when you got through you didn't have a shirt you had a handkerchief with sleeves. I think you'll agree that the modern luxury of using Lux Flakes is as far removed from that grisly experience as present day Chicago is from the muddy village of 1834. Ten years ago Chicago celebrated its 100th anniversary, a century of progress. And at the same time the Lux Radio Theater started its first season on the air. As you know next Monday night is our 10th anniversary. And I'd like to take this opportunity to thank personally all those radio stations from coast to coast that have written me such hot warming letters of congratulations. It's certainly satisfying to know that the Lux Radio Theater has so many friends in the broadcasting industry as well as among the listening public. We asked you to help us select our 10th anniversary play for next week. And later tonight I'll tell you the play and stars we've chosen. But now it's curtain time. And here's the first act of an old Chicago starring Robert Young as Diane, Dorothy Lamour as Belle and John Hodiak as Jack. In 1854 on a desolate sweep of Illinois prairie land, a woman and three young boys are gathered around the prone figure of a dying man. First girl, you sure you're all right. And the young ones? Yes, not a scratch. Praise heaven. What a way to die. Drag to my death by my own horses. It was a train that scared them. Drag to my death just when the smell of Chicago's in my nose. Molly, the boys. They're here, Pap. Yes. Jacqueline, Diane, Bob. Bob is here. Papa. Now, mind what I say, boys. So be wasted yourself, Pap. Please rest. Rest. It's my last breath I'm using, girl. And I'll have my say. Boys, there's a grand new place this Chicago. And them that grow with it will be rich and strong, like I always minded to be. Someday, they'll be fine big men. Credit to me and my name. And everybody's speaking with respect to the O'Leary's and how they grew up with this city and put their mark upon it. You hear me, lads? Yes, Father. Thank you. And, Molly, just letting me hear and let Chicago come to me that couldn't come to it. Molly, girl, Pap. 15 years later, and the Chicago that Pat O'Leary never lived to see is a raucous, roaring new metropolis, a place of easy money and easy ways, open night and day to newcomers from all over the world, a fighting, laughing, sprawling city in which O'Leary's wife and three sons have found their place, a place behind a sign which reads Mrs. Molly O'Leary's French Laundry. Ma! Hey, Ma, I'm back. What's the time? Something's ready. I got three bundles of water from Gil Warner and two from Mrs. Palmer. And she says to tell you, what are you MacCallum's emitting? Oh, she did. Well, you can tell a fine lady. She'll get them back once you pay for the soap she owed. Yes, ma'am. Now go see Joe Horton and come back and feed yourself. Ma! Oh, Ma! In here, Jack. Well, I'm back. How are you now? You should have been at the courthouse, Ma. I sure made him sit up today and take notice. Fine, boy, fine. You know what I told him? My client is right, I said, and you all know it. But who cares about fair play and justice these days, I said. No wonder people call Chicago the worst city in a country, I said, with politicians like Gil Warner running things. And how did a fine gentleman like that? Oh, he was sweating plenty. Yes, so was I all day. Now, help me carry this wash basket inside. Oh, sure, Ma. Then I said, but it takes more than money in politics to make a great city. It's going to take people with some sense of decency to make Chicago not only the biggest city in the world, but the best. Set it down, sir. It is a fine silver tongue you have, lawyer O'Leary. And your father'd be that proud of you. And I told him, hey, Ma, look. Huh? Outside, it's a police wagon. And your brother, Dion. Dion, get in here. I'm home, Ma. A lovely day, Mrs. O'Leary. Thanks for the ride, Jim. Anytime, Dion. Always got room for you. Yep. And what's the mud on your shoes? Hello, Ma. Jack. Hi. Coming home in the police wagon. Sorry, you lost your case, Jack. Lost? You lost your case? Oh, forgot to tell you, Ma. I judged this semester. But I thought you won. Everybody's talking about you downtown. Said you had the whole courtroom hypnotized. Everybody but Judge Bender. I'd have had him, too, except it was Gil Warner who made him judge. Well, supper's ready. Go to both of you, and then call in your brother and greet you. Well, they're not interested in eating Ma married six months and still in love. So get cleaned up. Ma, when are you going to quit this laundry business? And why should I be quitting? Because I don't want my best girl looking at a wash tub all her life. No, I'll get your new house. Not here in the patch, either. I'll set you up like the finest lady in town. Look, Ma. Dyer, all that money. Where did you get it? Well, there were eight horses in the race, mine and seven others. All we had to do was shoot the seven others. Again? And I told you 100 times I'll not be living on money that isn't honestly got. All right, but give us a kiss then, huh? The back of my hand you'll get. Oh, come on, come on. Dyer, now stop it. A kiss, I said. Come on. There. Now get along with you. Mr. Dyery. Come along, girl. I was just starting a new wash. Look, look, this tablecloth. It's Gil Warners. Yeah. I will not wash tablecloth. And Gil Warners has been used to draw pictures on. Back it goes. Hello, Gretchen. Hello, Dyer. Hey, wait a minute. This drawing, it's a map. He's drawn a map on a tablecloth. And look, something about Randolph Street. Let me see it. Yeah, Randolph and Madison. And these lines here, they look like the tracks for the horse car lines. Hey, you know what this means? It means they're going to run a new car line on Randolph Street. Oh, you're crazy. They've already surveyed Madison Street. Sure they have. That's exactly what makes me so sure the car line will be on Randolph. You know, maybe you're right. Of course I'm right. Warner gets people to invest on Madison Street, and then he switches the line to a street where he owns the property. If you are right, this tablecloth is worth a fortune. And I'm going to get part of it. You with your big talk, not a penny, honestly, earns your name. If I had this corner right here, we're all a traffic cross. I'd put up the biggest saloon in Chicago. Saloon. Free beers to you, Mrs. O'Leary. I wouldn't be setting my foot within a mile of it. You're too late, Dion. Look, there's a name scribbled on that corner already. B-F-A-W-C-T. Porsche. Ever hear of him? No, new to me. Well, I'm sorry I can't stay for supper, but I've got an idea. You will stay for supper. Easy now, sweetheart. This is big business. The man. Where you going? Down to the hub. Another saloon. Gil Warner saloon. That's right. I'm calling on Gil Warner, and I'm going to find out about this fellow B. Porsche. I'll see you later. Well, good evening, Mr. Warner. Oh, I am. Good to see you. I'd like to talk to you, Mr. Warner. Oh, kind of private. I thought maybe we could do that. Not just now, son. Anyway, I think you'd rather look at who's coming out there on the stage than waste time talking to me, stage. Ladies and gentlemen, your host, Mr. Gil Warner, presents the singing sensation from New York City, Mr. Bill Porsche. Bill Porsche. B. Porsche, that's right. She knew here? Yeah. She was the biggest hit in the Blue's Garden in New York ever had. What do you think of her? What a woman. Yeah, that's right. What a woman. All of you and me is the eye. Make me fly. I wonder why. I've known you forever in me. Oh, it seems you've shown up in all of my dreams. All my dreams. But now I'm awake and my dreams have come true. I'm full of romance and I've taken a fancy to what I owe you. You're the one that's talking now, Diane. I'll just go inside and talk. Oh, forget it. I found out all I want to know. Can I buy you a drink? Sure, sure. Yeah, yeah. See, no gentleman in this hat bestens me. Oh, have a heart. I've got to see her. Well, you can see her when Mr. Warner tells me OK. So go away. Sorry to do this, Ms. Fawcett. Ms. Bell, we've been both in on them. Will you get out of here? Please, I have to see you, Ms. Fawcett. Are you crazy? I guess so. I was sane enough until I saw you and then something happened to me. I've never felt this way before. I'll never feel this way again. I'm going to get Ms. Wong. Wait a minute. What are you talking about? I'm in love with you. Give me just 10 minutes, five minutes. Ms. Bell, you want to have your scream for you? Nobody has to scream. Oh, I know I sound crazy and I apologize, but it's true. I'm shaking all over and I want to be calm and cool so I can make you understand. Hattie, go inside. Yes, but I exactly can tell about it. Who are you? I'm Dianna Leary. You never heard of me, but what does that matter? It matters a lot when someone comes breaking in. Well, I had to talk to you alone. All right, let's go downstairs and have some supper. Oh, no, not here. It's too crowded. I figured you might prefer taking me to your face. All right, I will. What? But your story had better be good. Hattie? Ma'am? Get us a carriage. Yes, ma'am. It's that house on the right, driver. Oh, oh, no, the next one. Oh, the next one, driver. Yes, sir. There. The one with the horse trough and trough. Horse trough, hmm? Well, that should help me find it next time. I'm sure it will. Here you are, driver. So this is where you live. Way up there on the second floor, see? Oh, up there on the corner, hmm? That's right. The house with the horn. Oh, no. Hey. Driver, quick. Take me back to the hub. Yes, ma'am. Hey, wait. Wait. Yes, sir. What a woman. Beautiful, ma'am. Sing like a lark, not a better figure in Chicago, excepting Mrs. Molly O'Leary. So you're in love at last? Love? Well, sure, I'm in love with you. And I suppose it's for me you're slicking down your hair and staring at yourself in the mirror just as I saw that shirt. Take it all. Oh, but ma'am, I just borrowed it from that pile in the kitchen. It's a beaut. Say, who do these embroidered initials stand for? DBS. His name is Swift. He sells pigs, and he gets his shirt in the morning. Now off with it. Oh, but ma'am, look how it fits, like it was made for me. Take it off or I'll bring you. I'll wear the shirt tonight. You bring me in the morning. I'm warning you, Diana O'Leary. Ma'am. Up here, Jack. Ma, I won it. I won my first case. Jack. The judge said it was the best piece he's heard all this session, and so did the lawyer from the other side. Well, ma'am, there's one of us you can be proud of. And I fell off in the tribute and said he was going to write it up. Jack, lad, your name in the paper. Oh, glory be to you. How much did you get? What kind of a feat? Oh, well, you see, my client only makes $10 a week, and he's got seven kids. $10 a week? That's 10 more than you make. Diane, I couldn't take his money. Could I, ma'am? I give up. I've got one son that steals my laundry and another a lawyer who never gets paid. I should have brought the two up of your up as good Irish bricklayers, and every Saturday an envelope with some money in it. I'll have you out of the patch yet, and servants waiting on you. And don't sit up for me tonight. I may be late. Oh, pooch. Oh, pooch, indeed. Well, any messages? Well, none except for heap more roses and bottle stuff. Lord, honey, you sure got that man snortin' in his sleep. Well, I hope you threw them out. Oh, but the champagne, Miss Bear, you know what a mess busted bottles me. And you told him not to come around here anymore. I told him and told him till I was black in the face. Good. Oh, it's great. I can hardly breathe. Well, all these men like the small ways of gas and that stuff. You won't miss anything? No. I'll be going to the hub in a little while, but I won't need you, Hattie. Good night. Oh, good night, Miss Bell. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. Hello? You. Wait. Get out of here. Oh, Belle, look. Get out. Hattie? Ma'am? Help, please. Who mean by breaking in here? I didn't break in all. I did was lie to your landlord. Told him I was your brother. I wanted to surprise you. He'd sneak me in the back way. You'll go to jail the front way. All I wanted to talk to you. But before I want to talk, I want a kiss. One kiss. Go with me. You. Oh, Hattie. That was wonderful. Thank you. Now then, you own a piece of property on Randolph Street. Well, of all the. I thought that if you and I were to build a place like Gil Warner's, like the hub, only with more class, we could make a lot of money. Oh, well, why didn't you say so in the first place? I'm always interested in the business deals. You are? Of course I am. What a woman. I'm all so crazy about you. And I'm sorry. Well, it's better. I mean, I'm sorry, but I think I got to have another kiss. You. All right in there, also, right in there. Uh-oh. Mama, look at that. Yeah, I thought you said there was murder going on. Sorry, boss. Ain't I the one? Here's the idea. First of all, Gil Warner's going to be awfully sore. That means we've got to get backing and protection. The police commissioner and Senator Colby. So get your hat bell. You and I have got a couple of business calls to make. So far, so good. Now, here's the proposition, commissioner. I'm listening. Full protection for Miss Fawcett and me. And for you and your little ones, $100 in cash every Saturday from now on. Are you trying to bribe me, Larry? Why, commissioner, how can you mention such a word? Oh, now that you're alone, Senator, Mr. O'Leary has something that I think will interest you. Indeed. I've heard tell of you, O'Leary. I understand you exert some influence in the patch. Only a little, Senator. Gil Warner controls the patch and all its votes. You need votes. And as long as Warner gets along with no opposition, he has you and the machine just where he wants you. But who knows? The day may come when Warner will get other ideas. Ideas that may be embarrassing. And so we have an offer to make. Miss Fawcett here is the greatest attraction that ever came to Chicago. Indubitively, my dear. Now with your backing and your money to get it started, Bell and I will open Chicago's best cafe on the busiest corner in town. Once we have that, I promise you I'll get control of the patch. Well, as soon as we're operating, a package will come to your home once a month. In it, there'll be $110 bill. Well, no, Senator, not well. Are you in or not? I'm always in the market for marketable commodities. I'll have a check for you in the morning. Thank you. We'll meet again, Senator. Good-bye, Senator. Good-bye. You're the strangest man I've ever known, Diane. Nothing strange about me. I just got ambition. Yes. Good luck, partner. Good luck, partner. Our stars Robert Young, Dorothy Lamore, and John Hodiak will be back in just a moment for act two of an old Chicago. Sadly, what on earth? With all those packages, you look like Santa Claus. Well, I am. Three months ahead of time? For you, maybe, but not for the girls and boys overseas. Oh, of course. October 15th is the deadline for mailing Christmas gifts overseas. And that means for wax and army nurses, too. What are you sending? Slips for the girls over there. Solid dread? I should say not. Look, aren't they pretty? This tearoad's been with a luscious lace at the bottom of the honey. And the wax like frivolous undies? You bet they love them. The lace here, the better. And no matter where they are, it's easy to find luck to take care of them. The TXs do a terrific sale on luxe plates. Yeah, but what do the wax do about hot water? Mr. Kennedy, I'm surprised at you. Oh, they don't need it. You'd never use hot water on rayon undies. Why, you could ruin the color. Loop warm luxe studs do a perfectly swell job. And undies stay lovely lots longer that way. Three times longer, isn't it? Well, that's exactly what tests showed. You should see the slips they tested. The difference is simply amazing. Handling a slip roughly and using strong soaps and hot water makes the color fade much too soon. The very same kind of slips wash the luxe way while you could hardly tell them from you. So keep your slips new looking longer, the gentle luxe way. Now, Mr. DeMille returns to the microphone. Act two of an old Chicago, starring Dorothy Lamour as Belle, Robert Young as Dian, and John Haudiac as Jack. A year has passed, and Molly O'Leary is still at her wash tub and ironing board. But for her three sons, there have been many changes. Bob the Youngest is a brand-new father. Jack is no richer than he was, but his courage as a lawyer is spreading his pain throughout Chicago. And Dian, plunging into the greatest gamble of his life, is about to reap the rewards. The lavish cafe which he and Belle fostered have built has just opened its mahogany doors. And among the multitude of first-night guests is the politician, Gil Warner. Come into the office, Gil. Here, I hope you don't mind my pulling you away from all those friends of yours, huh? Come here. Jim Denney, please, you've got Dian. Shall I close the door? Maybe that would be a good idea. Yes, sir, I'm proud of you. You're being too nice, Warner. I'm suspicious. I am not sore, Dian. Live in Lettley, if I say. And, uh, how's Belle? I don't blame you for taking Belle away from me. Great girl. I'd have married Belle if I'd had the chance. Do you know that? Come on, come on. What's on your mind? What's on my mind? Heh. Sure, I'm thinking of running for mayor. You see, I've been electing mayors so long, I figure I'd like to elect myself. Well, where do I come in? I'm telling you where. Now, if I wanted to be a mayor, I could give you a lot of trouble, boy. Build a cafe even bigger than this one. But I don't want to fight. If you say the word, I'll even close the hub. Give Belle and me an open field. This is a nice place, son, but a tinder box. Such a match to it, accidentally, it'll go off like a Roman candle. But, uh, pulling together, there's plenty of room here for you and Belle and me. Well, it sounds fine, Warner, but, naturally, there's a little expense involved. And right now, with the opening of all of us, I took the liberty of bringing along my check for $10,000. There'll be more between now and election time. As I was saying, I think things will work out very nicely, Your Honor. Yes. Yes, you're a smart boy, Diane. Nice and smart. Now, how about my saying good evening to Belle, huh? Well, I should be sore if you didn't. We'll see her backstage. She's singing in a couple of minutes. Belle. Hello, Gil. I'm so glad you came. You know, Diane, I always said she was the best lawyer Chicago ever saw. Thanks, but I also sing. I just want you to know that I'm going to get you back if I can. But it looks as though it won't be to the hub. Gil's closing the hub, Belle, for good. But why? Oh, you better get out there. That's your music. Yes, but I'll tell you about it later. Never know how nice I can be I'll never tell you how much He's gone crazy closing the hub. We just talked a few things over in the office. Let's go back and I'll tell you all about it. What about an offer? Oh, let him wait. This is more important. You're taking the $10,000? Well, the check's good, isn't it? Well, you know very well how Gil feels about us. Ever since I left his place, he's been boiling. And now you want to help him get even. Don't you know what he can do to us if he's mayor? What makes you think he's going to be mayor? Look, if necessary, I'll even vote for Warner myself. I've said nothing about how the patch will vote. But that's... Politics. Gil would knife me if he could, and I simply mean to beat him to it. You dirty dog. Oh, but you love me. Certainly not. Come on, say it before I... Of course I love you. That's better. I've got all the world, Belle. You and this place and Warner on the run and... Yeah? It's Jack. Can I come in? Jack? Well, don't look so surprised. We may not agree in politics, but you don't think I'd miss your opening, do you? Thanks. Oh, Belle. Well, you're finally meeting him, my brother Jack. It's about time. It certainly is. And now Dion isn't the only member of the family who thinks you're beautiful. Hey, now, take it easy. Well, Dion, got licked in court again today. So I heard. One of your boys, Mitch Stacey. He was guilty, wasn't he? Mm-hmm. Got away, though. I give you credit, you're awfully slick. What's all this about? It's simple, Belle. I've been made a special prosecutor. With election coming up, I've been trying to crack down on all those phony votes in the patch. Mitch was dumb enough to be caught registering for the third time under another different name. And naturally, I put a witness on the stand who knew Mitch. She testified beautifully. And then Dion's lawyer made a mucky out of me. I shouldn't think that would be... Oh, so easy. This woman, my witness, was married to Mitch years ago. They never got a divorce. And when Jack wound up his case, all we had to do was remind the judge that a wife can't testify against her husband. So I lost. But someday, Dion, I'll start winning my cases. That's the way to talk. Strange, isn't it, Belle? Dion on one side and me on the other, fighting each other. Say, yeah, look, Belle, why don't you let Dion bring you up to the house sometime? You really ought to meet Ma. I'd love to. And do one more thing for me. Keep an eye on this fella. He's getting up in the world so fast that Mike go to his head. And I kind of hate to have to knock it off. I'll try. Well, I've got some work to do. Oh, but we're going to have a party. I hope to, too. A reform party. See you soon. Goodbye, Jack. Bye. Oh, he's swell, Dion. Don't make him any better. That was nice of him wanting me to meet your mother. I've been thinking about that myself. Don't. I understand how she feels about me. Oh, Ma's all right. A little old-fashioned maybe, like Jack. He's real, Dion. He believes everything he says. Can you imagine that, Jack, the mayor Jack would make if he had half a chance? Well, he could have had half a chance if he hadn't mixed up with that reform crowd. With my healthy... Wait a minute. I've got an idea. What? I just figured out how to spend Gil Warner's check. Honey, this is the best yet. Come on, I've got to see some of the boys. Gentlemen! Gentlemen, I agree with everything you've said, but I still don't understand. This delegation, what is it you want me to do? We can't just feel thoroughly, Mr. O'Leary. You're the man we want to run from mayor. That's right. But I don't know you. I don't even know who you represent. They're respectable people of Chicago, the people who want an honest city. And that's why we've organized this reform party. It's a great opportunity for you. You've got a chance to carry every district, except perhaps Gil Warner's pat. But your brother's influential there, Mr. O'Leary. Surely he'll support him. I'm afraid we can't count on my brother. Well, your O'Leary's are a strange tribe. Well, you do it, Mr. O'Leary. Chicago needs you. Thanks. I'll do it. We may not win, but we'll put up a fight they won't forget. Yes, I'll run for mayor. What did he say? What answer did he give you? Well, his answer was yes. Your brother's going to run. Good. Great. And when you suggested that I'd support him, he said he was afraid we couldn't count on you. Well, at least he's agreed to run. That's the first step. Well, what worries me, boss, is can you control him once he's in? He's a pretty stubborn Irishman. Tell me that to me. O'Leary's are a strange tribe. Funny. He said the very same word. This is the first time you've been to my office. Uh-uh, third time. But since you made up your mind to be our next mayor, you're never here. Well, how's it going? A month ago, I thought I might have a chance. Now I don't know in the time to get any close. Yeah, and I want to help you. Help you? Why not? Of course I couldn't support you openly. You know how I feel about the patch. Of course. No strings attached. In fact, you and my brother isn't going to mean a thing. No, stop arguing, will you? If you stood in the way of something I felt should be done, I'd go after you as fast as anyone else. I'm a dead earner, Dion. I've got great hopes for Chicago, and that means wiping out the patch. Jack, I don't need a speech. Save it for your rally tonight. I just wanted to be sure you know exactly how I stand. Now that that's over, how about lunch? Fine. Incidentally, why don't you get Bell and come over to the house tonight and take Ma for a drive? Because you know Ma. Oh, we've got a couple of beers under a belt. Bell's grand. We've got to make Ma meet it. Okay, but Heaven help us if it doesn't work out. Gee, that was good, Ma. You're still the best cook in Chicago. Here, have some more beer. Well, a drop, perhaps. Thank you, lad. You know, Dion, you should bring Bell home for dinner sometime. What's that? I've met her, Ma. I think she's fine. I'll meet no girl at the talk of the town and her kicking her heels in the air for anyone to see. Oh, when you were a little one, Dion, and me over at Tub, I used to dream of the day when you'd bring me home a sweet one and her old blushes and presently with fine grandsons as would be like something I own, only better. Well, Ma, it's my own life. Sure, it's that. Hey, Dion. Yes, Ma? Your carriage is here. Oh, thanks. Look, Ma, why don't you finish your beer and then you and Dion go for a ride, huh? Then why not you too? Because there's a rally in the armory. Ah, I forgot. And I'm supposed to speak. How about it, Ma? I'll do it. And back in time to go to the rally. Don't worry about the dishes. I'll do it. See? I'll get your coat and hat. Greek up, old lady. I've got a real surprise for you. Indeed. Sure. Two of the fastest-stepping mayors you ever saw. Take you all over town. I prefer to see the lake. Oh, see the lake. Oh, an elegant carriage dial. Elegant. Now, before you get in, just close your eyes. Keep them closed now. I'll open the door. Now, for one step, that's it. And there you are. Get going, Joe. Oh, and such lovely cushions. Oh, just a little. Ma, this is Miss Fawcett. This is Belle. A trick? You tricked me. But you're going to see a lot of Belle, so you may as well get used to it. Good devil, I will. I can get you now. Well, stop being so stubborn. Stop the horses, or I'll give you the licking of your life. I'll get out, Diane. You'll go along with her. Sit still, both of you. Keep going, Joe. Stop this contraction. Stop her. I'll jump out. Sit down. Oh, wait till I get you alone, the honolieries. I'll have a few things to say to her myself. Oh, you will, will you? I wanted to be nice. I wanted you to like me. But that Irish lunkhead son of yours, what does he think he's doing to me? Belle, please. So, my son's an Irish lunkhead. And how would you like to be treated? You with your grand manners. Like any girl who's going to be his wife has a right to be treated. Diane, I'll never marry you. Never. And now, if you'll stop this thing, I'll be taking my leave. Ah, pull up, Joe. Okay, ma. Never mind. I'll get out. You'll do no such. It's you he'd be fading away in terror of walking, not me. Ma, ma, please. And a fine good night to you, I'm sure. Oh, how could you do this, Diane? Well, I didn't think Ma would act like that. You'd better go get her, Diane, and take her to the rally. She shouldn't miss Jack's speech when it's over. I'll meet you at the cafe. Yeah. I'm sorry, Belle. Forget it. Oh, honey, how's it going? Oh, we can handle. How did it go at the armory? The rally? Not much better than you and Ma in the carriage. Oh, what happened? Oh, water had the place packed. They broke it up before Jack finished. Oh, that's awesome. Jack's no politician. He'll never beat Warner. Never say never about politics. What are you up to now? What would happen if all Gilles Warner's wardhealers and peer watches fail to show up three days from now? Fail to show up on election day? That's right. If that happened, Warner wouldn't stand much chance of winning, would he? That's why I'm having a little talk with a police commissioner. Well, you won't have to go far. He's waiting now up in your office. I know it. I told him he'd better be here. Diane, I can't throw them in jail. Why? Why, there's too many of them. Hundreds. Besides, Gilles Warner's my friend. I'll be ruined. For doing your duty? They're crooked. The whole lot of them. Oh, com commissioner, be a man. Warner, kill me. Besides, what you're asking is against all my principles. You get $100 a week for doing what I tell you to do. None of that. Every cent was in cash. Oh, sure. But every week, a different man brought it to you. Meaning exactly what? Meaning that I've got a dozen witnesses if you ever get any ideas that I don't like. What do you want me to do? On Monday night, the night before the election, Gilles Warner's giving the biggest part of the patch he's ever seen. Plenty of free liquor and food. Everybody will be there. Then somehow, the fight's going to start. Yes, yes, I see. I'll take care of that. Your job is to be standing by with every cop in Chicago. Because Gilles Warner and all these boys are going to spend the election day in jail. Where is the commissioner? Go into the sanatorium, Mr. Warner. Where? What sanatorium? Can't give out the address, sir. Dr. Zortis. Where's Judge Bender then? Get him in here. Judge Bender left on a hunting trip, sir. All the judges went on a hunting trip. They've organized a hunting club. Then, Senator Colby, get off that chair and find Colby. Yes, sir. Where do I come on your list, Gilles? Down. Just the man. I'm tired, hand in foot. Every man in this jail controls 20 votes. Enough to swing the election and not one of them at the polls. What am I going to do? You're going to stop squawking. What did you say? You're through, Gilles. I sold you out. Sergeant. Yes, sir. You can put Mr. Warner back in his cell. Sorry to rush off, Gil, but I've got a boat to cast for Jack O'Leary. Jack, I can't tell you how happy I am. Congratulations. I licked him, Belle. I licked the machine. You did that yesterday. Don't you believe it yet? No. That doesn't seem possible. Where's Diane? Well, it's a little early yet. He'll be here soon. Belle, I'm here to plead for your help. I'm going to clean out the patch. This place, too? Yes. But all of Diane's money is tied up in a check. Mine, too. We've a long way to go before we get it back. That's why I'm here. To tell Diane if he doesn't see it my way, there's going to be trouble. He's a great person. He can go anywhere. Do anything. If only he gets on the right track. Belle, I want to see him marry. You have a home and kids. Start to live. Don't you think that's what I've been hoping for? Enough to help me now? Help you do what? Diane couldn't stand a public investigation. You know how he operates. But if I can't bring him to his senses, that's what I'll have to do. I'd like to use you as the chief witness against him. Let you tell the whole story of how he's won things down here. How do you feel about that, Belle? I'm glad you're here, Diane. Just want you and Belle to understand my position. Thanks. I think we catch on. I told you this before the election. And I promised it to the people who made me mayor. I made you mayor, not the people. You? Sure. I sent that delegation to see you. I paid for the campaign, ran it, framed it, threw one in his gang in the jail. Even voted for you myself. Then I'll believe it. It's true, Jack. Why did you do it? Oh, a lot of reasons. I wanted to see if I could. Or maybe it was because I wanted to see Ma's face when she rode with you down the avenue last night. All right. You elected me. But I'm mayor anyway. And I'm Chicago. I hate to have to kick you out. You'd better listen to him, Diane. What are you going to get out of this? Nothing. But I happen to have sense enough to see what Jack's after, even if you haven't. OK. But if you're going in for reform, Belle, I guess we won't be seeing much of each other. You're not walking out on Belle. Oh, no. She's the one who's walking out, Jack. Now go ahead. Investigate. We pause now for station identification. CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. Before the curtain rises on Act 3 of in Old Chicago, we go to a city humming with war industries. It's early in the morning at the small apartment of two girl war workers. Oh, dear, my sleepy. Stop ringing. Oh, where is that darn clock? What's the matter, dude? It's under the bed somewhere. I'll get it. Ouch. There. I've got a nice big bump on my head just for you. Oh, I ruined my last pair of stockings. I'm terribly sorry. Oh, it seems like every time I move a stocking, those pop. Well, I hate to say I told you so. Now don't start telling me about luck. How about another pair of stockings? You're going to get them. From you? From me. And I'm going to wash them for you. Wash them in luck? Yes. Luck's plate. And if you don't avoid a lot of those runs, I'll eat my alarm clock. Then Susie have to eat her alarm clock? Here's Peg two weeks later. Say, kid. Yep. There's something in that. Luck's talk after all. Sure. Why, they say they made ever so many tests. Oh, forget about the tests. Look at me. No runs for ages. That's what I mean. Those strain tests showed that luck makes stockings last twice as long. It's like getting an extra pair every time you buy one. Sue is right. It certainly pays to use luck's flakes for your stockings, whether they are rayon, cotton, silk, or your last precious nylon. Rubbing with a cake of soap or using strong soap makes stockings go into runs ever so much faster. So here it is in a rhyme. For extra wear from every pair, use safe luck's care. And now, Mr. DeMille returns to the microphone. After the play, you're all invited backstage to meet our stars in person. Now here's the third act of an old Chicago. Darling Robert Young as Dianne O'Leary, John Hoodiac as Jack, and Dorothy Lamour as Belle Thorstett, who now relates our story. There was no choice opened to Jack O'Leary. Whatever feeling he had for Dianne or for me, he flung aside and hid the determination to blast every crooked element out of Chicago. Senator Colby fled to safety in Canada, and the next day, Jack asked the grand jury for indictment against Gil Warner and Dianne. His plans for me were different. I was to help him. But when the time grew close, the thought that my testimony would send Dianne to prison was too much for me. Early one night, I slipped away to the railroad station. There was a train leaving from New York. Running away won't help you, Belle. Dianne! It won't help Jack either. But I can't tell them what I know, Dianne. They'll send you to prison. That's not as bad as losing you. How did you know I was losing you? I still have a few friends among the police. They've been watching. Dianne, I... I'd better get on the train while I can. Just let me say one thing. Please, Dianne. I don't ask you to forgive me. I guess I've said and done things you can't forgive, but you've got to believe this. I love you, Belle. I'll always love you. It's over, Dianne. It has to be. You can't change in a moment any more than I can. I can't do without you, Belle. In some strange way, I think maybe you need me, too. I want you to marry me. Now, tonight, say yes, Belle, please. You know I will, don't you? I can't use reason against you, darling. I never could. Don't try. Oh, Belle. I know just the man's Marius. Jack, his first wedding. Oh, darling. Don't ever let me leave you again. By the right of authority in me, vested by the State of Illinois, I pronounce you Dianne O'Leary and you Belle Fossett, lawfully married husband and wife. Well, it doesn't say so in the book, but I think a kiss comes next. Come here, Mrs. O'Leary. I wouldn't take a million dollars for this moment. Hey, this makes us kissing, too, Belle. I wish your mother would say that. Oh, she will. While we're all here, there's just one other little matter I'd like to clear up. It'll keep. Not for long, it won't. Jack, wife can't testify in court against her husband, can she? Dianne. Do you still want Belle to appear tomorrow? You dirty rat. How could you, Dianne? How could you? Now, wait a minute, honey. Our getting married has got nothing to do with the jam I'm in. Or what? Don't lie anymore, Dianne. Don't. I'm not lying. Marrying you is the best thing I ever did in my life. At least the shrewdest. Oh, don't say that. But if marrying you now could stop you from testifying and that Jack was dumb enough not to see it. Get out of here. Get out. Come on, Belle. I'm not going, Dianne. I said come on. Take your hands off her. Get out of here, Jack. I'm sorry, Belle. I'll take you home. Jack left me at my hotel. I was dazed. Tears didn't help nor calling myself every kind of a fool. How could I believe that Dianne said? And yet, how could I not believe him? There always are men like Dianne and always women like me. He could do anything in the world to me, I think, and I still would love him. But as I thought what makes to do, something was happening at the O'Leary home that changed all our lives. Ma, Ma, where are you? I'm in the barn, feeding a cow. Oh, come now, Ma. I'm stuffed at you, then, Jabber, and talk to him. Oh, bit him or did bit me, come. Think what? They did it. Dianne and Belle got married. What? Yeah, Jim Fellow's just on by to tell us. He was there at the city hall and there was a fight. Dianne and Jack. Married? Fight? Talk to him. Oh, that's all I know, but I'm going after him and find out. Wait, I'll go with you. Dianne's fighting and marrying that creature behind my back. Well, get ready, Ma. He'll be out in front. He'll be driving downtown, but no matter. Just climb in, Ma. And hold tight. Yeah, of course. Fight! Move it! Move it! Now, Ma! Step back! I haven't helped us. I left the lantern there. Get the baby. I'll go after the cow. Ma, water bucket. Ready, Dianne. Very, very far! Make the alarm, Belle. Everybody, loud! Come in, Warner. Have a drink. I was hoping you'd say that. But don't look so suspicious, boys. I'm here all alone and I'm not out for trouble. You don't expect me to believe that, do you, Gil? After what I did to you? Oh, water over the dam. Someday you'll make it up to me, son. You're too smart not to. Sure. Someday. Here. I heard you just got married, son. Where's the... Something else you may not know. Your brother just swore in 500 deputies. They'll be coming down here to run us out of the patch. Nobody's running me out of the patch. I didn't think so, but... You know what he said? He said he wouldn't leave his sticker stone standing here. Well, let them come. We'll be ready for them. That's it, Dion. Since once was Chicago afraid of police. Let Jack start it, then Heaven help him. Drink up, boys. It's on the house. Drink up. Come on. Dion! Yeah? Fire was a big fire over on the Coving Street. The whole street's gone. So he couldn't wait, could he? Burning us out. The mayor is burning us out. Yeah, he said he'd get it. Yeah, to take time to condemn the patch legally. He couldn't wait. Stay here, all of you. I'll be back in a little while. Wait a minute. You can't go after him alone. Get all the boys together here. I'll be back. The mayor's asked for a fight and I'm gonna see that he gets it. My new funny business. What is? Well, nothing, except those old eerie brothers who pulled some awful fancy tricks. And I wouldn't put it past them to do it again. Now, you're crazy, Gil. You heard what Dion said. No one's gonna burn him out, brother or no brother. I hope not. But I'd like to be certain. Gil's right. We got something to say about this. All of us. Well, listen to me. I say we can't wait until Dion gets back. We gotta work fast. Now, clear out of here, all of you. Spread the word around. Get every man you can and meet at the armory. If Dion wants to help, that's fine. But Dion or no, we're gonna get Zach O'Leary. Dion came first to my hotel. I wouldn't see him. He stood outside my door shouting something about a fire and begged me to leave. His lies I thought were becoming more shabby. And then he said he couldn't wait. He had to get to the patch to find his mother. When he was gone, I went to the window. He hadn't glied. I could see the city hall. There were men on the roof pointing to the terrible red mass that was leaking closer and closer to the heart of the city. And among the men was Jack O'Leary. The patch is like tinder. There hasn't been a drop of rain in over two months. Well, we can't control it. There's too much wind. Look, it's jumping ahead, blocks at a time. Here's General Sheridan, man. What do we do, General? There's only one thing we can do. Make a fire, break at the edge of the patch. Blow out that entire section along Randall Street. Pipe the fire with dynamite, but pipe it. Then mobilize the militia, swearing all the deputies you need. Clear out the patch. Send the people north, right down to the lake. Requisition all the food stuff they'll need. Donovan, Johnson, Muller. Right here, right here. Get to a telegraph. Call Milwaukee, St. Louis. We need every piece of fire apparatus they can send us. Wire watchings and relief relief, maybe even federal troops. And keep me advised. Where will you be, sir? Down at the patch with General Sheridan. Bob. Bob! Where's Ma? He's gone to the north side. That's when the baby are with him. They had to go. Our house was the first to burn. You crazy fool. Why did you let him do it? To what? Jack started the fire. Jack hasn't been near here. The fire started in our barn. How much he kicked over the lantern. Bob, they'll kill him. They'll kill Jack. What are you talking about? Every gang in the patch, they all think Jack started the fire to burn us out. We've got to stop them. We've got to find them. Where is he? I don't know, but I know where that mob is. They're waiting for me. Come on. Get that dynamite fighters. Set the fuses. Sergeant! Get back! All police lines back at full block. No one gets through here. Yes, sir. How many men here call for clear this street? How many on the double? Let me through here. Let me through. Get back. We're going to dynamite. Dynamite? Firebreak. Open up. Now back, back, everybody. Let them through the lake. We've got to get to the lake. You're warning this mob is somewhere around here. We've got to find them. Look, there's Jack. Jack! Jack! I told you to clear that. My brother, I've got to get to him. Hey, Jack! Bob! Where's Bob? I don't know. They left for the lake. Jack, listen. I've got to talk to you. I'm taking all I'm going to from you. Get out of here. They're after you, Jack. They're going to kill you. We're dynamiting the patch and nobody's going to stop us. Not you or anyone else. Jack, you don't understand. I understand. He owns that cafe across the street. He'd do anything to save it. He'll warn her and his mob are out to get you. They all think you set the fire to wipe out the patch. It's my fault. I thought you did too, Jack. You've got to believe me. Hey, there they are. They're coming. Warners gang. All right. Let them come. I believe you, Dion. They know that we're together again and thinking alike. Let them come. Just like I told you in the old area. Man, listen. Listen. The fire was an accident. My brother had nothing to do with it. Get your man out of here, Warners. No. No. We're not moving there. We live here in the patch. It's not all burned out yet. And we're not going to let you dynamite. We're trying to save the city. Then save. Touch off that dynamite though and you blow us up with it. We're not budget. They're all set, ma'am. Everybody's out of these areas. Save the word. I'll send in the man. Light the fuses. Hold them back, Jack. I'll light them myself. You've got rocks, boys. Use them. Yeah, yeah. Giant kids. They've hit him. Anybody else want to light those fuses? That's exactly what I'm going to do, Warners. I'm with you, Jack. Close in, you men. Close in. It'll be one of you against ten of us, General. I'm warning you. Keep those troops away. Close in. Close in. I got it. Get them out of here, Bob. Where are you going? Take up where he left off. I'm lighting the fuses. He's lighting the dynamite, too. As I fought my way through the burning street and crashing timbers, I heard the explosion. I knew they meant the end of the patch, but I didn't know until later that they also meant the end of Jack O'Leary. The panic was on now. A panic of screaming, fighting humanity, struggling insanely against the inferno and themselves in a frantic surge toward the safety of Lake Michigan. I was carried along like a leaf in a mill stream. And then I fell. As I got up, I saw a line in the brick. No, go on. Go on. Save yourself. Mrs. O'Leary, please. You must try. Lean on me. We'll make it. It's my leg. I... Oh, it's you. It's you. Give me your arm. Hurry. I'll not be only my life to you. I won't leave you. You and I are you. Yes. Yes, it was the only way he could save the patch, so he married me. He loves you. You turned him against his own people. He doesn't love me. Please, we must get out of here. No. I can't. I'm done for it. Get away while you can. You're his mother. I won't leave you. I can't. I'll get help. Someone will help us. Someone! Look out! Go! Go! Diane, any... Any word of them? Ma or Belle. I've been all over the North Shore. Gretchen and the baby is the one. No, I'll try the South Shore. Diane, look. Belle. It's Belle and Ma. They're alive. They're safe. All mine, darling. And Ma. Well, I should have bandaged, but we're living. Diane. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Diane. Oh, Diane. Any of them? There are they. Where? Gretchen and the baby. They're all right, Ma. And Jack? Ma, he's here. He's dead. You made it up with him. Sure, Ma. I made it up with him. Then I'll not be weeping. As a living that need looking after. Go to your wife, boy. Go to my daughter. Don't stand there gawking at me. It's she who loves you, Diane. Go to your wife, boy. Go to my daughter. Don't stand there gawking at me. It's she who loves you, Diane. Go to your wife, boy. Go to my daughter. Don't stand there gawking at me. It's she who loves you, Diane. And her love for you saved me. Well? It's gone, Diane. The whole city. Jack's gone with it. But what he stood for will never die. It was a city of wood and now it's ashes. But out of the fire will be coming steel. We'll live to see it in. And our children will see it. And he'll have his dream. Nothing can stop this city now any more than it could stop him. Yes. Your luries are a strange tribe. What they set out to do, they finished. I know. I'm one of them. For our stars to turn for a curtain call, here's Libby Collins, and looking very thoughtful. You know, I was wondering, John, were you a brunette when you were a baby? Gosh, I don't know. But my relatives insist I was the reddest thing they ever saw. That's just it. Most babies aren't really beautiful when they're tiny, so they need a little showmanship to set them off. How do you mean? Old guys sticking to becoming colors. Just a smart grown-up stew. Now pink, for instance, can make a red-faced baby look even redder. Well, what would you suggest for the crib and creeper set? Flattering pastels. Canary yellow is lovely for dark-haired darling. Light, light blue sets off a blonde, and a redhead would be irresistible and see-green. Always pastels, of course. Strong soaps could easily ruin those delicate colors. It'd be a shame to spoil dainty baby dresses and sweaters with harsh treatment like strong soap and hot water. And that goes for blankets and washable baths and neck curings, too. All those pretty color things need gentle luxe care to keep the colors lovely longer. Don't babies still wear lots of white, too? Mm-hmm. Sheriffs and diapers need luxe care, too, so they'll stay soft and comfy. Then, if you've got a baby at your house, you ought to have a big box of luxe plates there. Luxe is safe for little woollies and pretty dresses alike. And so thrifty, you'll want to use it for all baby things. And now, here's Mr. DeMille with our stars. Our stars, Dorothy Lamour, Robert Young, and John Hodiak come to the footlights for their curtain calls. And all three of you deserve a bouquet for tonight's performance. Thank you, CB. There's only one thing that bothers me about tonight's play, CB. What's that, Bob? Well, I understood that Mrs. O'Leary's cow was just a myth. Well, you wouldn't expect the cow to be a myth there, would you? Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Oh, John. I mean, that business about the cow kicking over the lantern. That's an exploded theory. It certainly exploded with a bang. So did that gag. Yes. You mean, Bob, that the cow's a lot of bull? You two? Well, if you're going to cross off Mrs. O'Leary's cow, who did start that fire, Bob? Well, don't look at me. Well, maybe they rub two boy scouts together. What's your theory about the fire, Dorothy? Well, all I know about fires is the one I had in my dressing room the other day. The firemen were there six hours. Six hours to put out a fire in your dressing room? No. One hour to put out the fire. Five hours to put out the firemen. Speaking of dressing rooms, Daddy, I understand Paramount has just released your new technicolor picture, Rainbow Island. That's right, CB. But a more important bit of news right now is what you're going to have for your 10th anniversary next Monday night. Yes. What did you pick for next week, CB? Well, Bob, as you know, I didn't do the picking myself. Thousands of listeners sent us their suggestions from all parts of the country. From those suggestions, we're going to pick many plays and stars for our 10th anniversary season. And the one we have for Monday night is especially appropriate. It's the first play ever presented on the Lux Radio Theatre, a drama that has touched the hearts of millions of our listeners. Seventh Heaven, with two stars requested so often in your letters. Jennifer Jones and Van Johnson, one of the great love stories of our time. Seventh Heaven is laid in wartime Paris, a city that once again symbolizes hope and love and freedom to all the peoples of the earth. It sounds like a wonderful birthday present, CB. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. You certainly kept the home fires burning tonight. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Flakes, joined me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night. When the Lux Radio Theatre presents Van Johnson, Jennifer Jones and Jean Herschel in Seventh Heaven, with Billy Gilbert. This is Cecil Bader Merrill saying good night to you from Hollywood. And now a reminder from Uncle Sam. Christmas packages for overseas must be mailed this week, before October 15th, to ensure delivery by Christmas Day. Be sure to wrap securely and address cleanly. Robert Young appears through the courtesy of Metro Golden Mayor and is currently appearing in Canterville Ghost. John Hodiak will soon be seen in Metro Golden Mayor's marriage as a private affair. Third in tonight's play, where Cy Kendall is Warner, Janet Scott is Molly, Ruby Danvige is Hattie, and Tom Holland is Bob. Our music was directed by Louis Silver. This program is broadcast to our fighting forces overseas through cooperation with the Armed Forces Radio Service. And this is your announcer, John N. Kennedy, reminding you to tune in again next Monday night to hear Seventh Heaven, with Jennifer Jones, Van Johnson, Jean Herschel and Billy Gilbert. Fry. Brand for cake and pie. Fry. Every time you fry. Fry. It's the shortening by. Yes, ma'am, new spry cakes are lighter, better tasting. Fry pastry is so tender and flaky. Fry-fried foods are crispier, so digestible. So be a better cook. Bake and fry with spry. Be sure to listen in next Monday night to the Lux Radio Theatre presentation of Seventh Heaven, with Van Johnson, Jennifer Jones, Jean Herschel and Billy Gilbert. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.