 The makers of Lux Flake bring you the Lux Radio Theatre, starring Betty Davis and James Stewart in June Bride. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. William Keely. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. We're both proud and happy here in the Lux Radio Theatre this evening. Proud because this is the opening of the most promising season we've ever had. Happy because we can sincerely welcome you back as old friends. In honor of this special occasion, we present two stars whose names carry the enchantment of great theater, Betty Davis and James Stewart. And they star in a comedy that has delighted screen audiences all over the country. It's the Warner Brothers hit, June Bride. Of course, a title like June Bride calls up thoughts of orange blossoms and romance. But modern brides must be homemakers, too. Here's the first act of June Bride, starring James Stewart as Cary Jackson and Betty Davis as Linda Gillman. In the elaborate office building of the Allied Magazine Syndicate, three entire floors are devoted to the highly successful Home Life magazine. At the head of this minor empire is Home Life's sufficient editor, Miss Linda Gillman. May I come in, Madam Editor? Cary, it's you. You're back. Big enthusiastical over to you, too. How've you been, Linda? Reasonably well, considering I haven't had you around for the past three years. That long, huh? Yes, the last time I saw you, we had lunch at Marcel's. That was August 12th, 1946. We were supposed to dine at Caesar's, only you went to Berlin instead. I might have known you'd remember. By the way, our date is off, isn't it? When I didn't hear from you for three years, I leaped to that conclusion. You heal? Oh, no. Don't, don't be like that. All right, anyway. Anyway, you're not really a heal. You just give that impression. What do you want? Well, can I stop in and say hello without being suspected? Carry or be very charming, very reasonable and very boyish. Unless you've changed, that means you're about to drink somebody's blood. Probably mine. Look, I've just been up to see the boss. He fired me. Really? And here I was thinking he couldn't read. Oh, you're sweet. Now, anyhow, he hired me back again. He can't read. You know who my new editor is? No, who? You. Oh, no. He wouldn't do that. He's already done it. He assigned me to the Home Life in America series. Oh, am I dead? No, no. This isn't very flattering, you know. After all, I'm still pretty handy with a pipe writer. I'm gay. I'm lovable. I've got nice teeth. What else do you want? I'll be as tactful as possible, Carrie. I don't want you around. Grudge, Nerzer. You know nothing personal. You're a fine fellow, but I won't have you on my magazine. Why not? You're a foreign correspondent, Carrie, or you suit exciting, important stories. The most exciting thing that happens to the people we write about is a $5 raise from her. You'll be oddly born. You start making fun of them. It would not work out. Well, at least couldn't we just talk about it? After all, I... Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Where are you going? We're going to dinner. To date? No. Well, then have dinner with me. The one we met three years ago. Well, I'm glad. I didn't wait. Well, we can have dinner at Caesar's. They don't know my credit's no good. Sounds rightly expensive. Sure would, then. Only about five bucks for the two of us. You can afford that much, can't you? Now, look, Carrie. What are you... What are you... What's gracious about that? We'll have dinner. I'll take you home. Early. It's a very busy day tomorrow. I'm going to Indiana. Oh, yes, Indiana. My first time. You? Indiana? Don't be ridiculous. Lovely time, Carrie. Lovely, lovely. It was lovely. Lovely. Lovely. Now, let me in. I have to get up early in the morning. Good night. Good night. I can only stay for a minute. This is nice. Here we are, without picking things up just where we left off, you know? You're picking nothing up. Not one single bygone is going to be a bygone as far as I'm concerned. Stop turning the lights off. Hmm? Look, now, if you're still sore about me walking out on you three years ago, I can explain. I am definitely not interested in you much. You're pretty ambitious in those days, Linda. I still am. I know exactly what you wanted, where you were going, how to get it. I sound like a subway. Stop creeping up on me. Hmm? No. Well, anyway, that day I left you after we had lunch together. Well, I started looking in store windows. Suddenly I had a terrible realization. Have you gotten to borrow text these days from me? No. No. No, I found myself looking at furniture, household furniture, bedroom suites, two dollars down, one thousand five hundred sixty-seven weeks to pay. For the first time in my life I wanted to get married and it pulled me over. I just stood there, paralyzed. Then what? I hopped the first plane for Germany. I didn't live the way you do. Tied down, everything all planned out. But even when I was making love to you, I thought I had a feeling that you were wondering what time it was. That is not the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me. Yes, I suppose you were terribly angry and I'm sorry. Oh, I've got over it. Completely? There's one thing that obviously never occurred to you, Carrie. I don't think I would have married you. Well, Linda, I'm amazed. You came back expecting to find a broken butterfly quivering in the void of your absence, didn't you? Yes, yes, Linda. Yes, that's right. This isn't at all what I expected. Furthermore, it's nicer this way. Kind of like gold pies, isn't it? Just the two of us sitting here talking. We always did talk a lot. We talked away everything that ever meant anything to us. No, I... Not everything. Not the... Not Carrie. No, no, not Carrie. Not the... Everything. Carrie, now do it. Ouch! Ah, you're smooth and chum. You turn it on like hot water for my father. But I had measles once and now I'm immune. I always know what time it is now, Carrie. It's 11.20. You have to be up early. Mm-hmm. Carrie, you dear gullible boy, you've just struck out. Linda, not a lot. We know each other too well for all this. We still go for each other and you know it. I only know that you're very casual about these things and I'm not. I'd wake up one morning and find you were in Afghanistan. Linda. Linda. All right, all right, I'll go. Quietly and sadly into the night went fun-loving Carrie Jackson. The small the weak. Oh, I almost forgot the job on your magazine. Do I get it? Yes. Goody-goody. I'm certain conditions. I'm editor. I'm running a home life magazine. That means you have to take orders from me. A pleasure, boy. And you'll have to forget I'm a woman. Mm. Well, I'll try. Linda Gilman is not a woman. Linda Gilman is not a woman. Here, have a cigar. Thanks, I'll smoke it out for breakfast. You're at the office, Carrie. Good morning, everyone. Grab a chair and I'll get started. Oh, morning, Carrie. Good morning, sir. You met everyone? Oh, yes, yes, yes. And I all want to know how I got mixed up with those types. Mm-hmm. What to tell them? Oh, it's just lucky I get it. No, no. No, no. As you know, our story concerns a brink of family and sister to Indiana. Two young girls, usual number of parents. You know, what's the old man deal, Linda? Well, Mr. Brinker owns a hardware store. His house, incidentally, is a museum piece. So is Mrs. Brinker. Paula, you have to put her on a diet, don't I, all the way? Just to satisfy my own curiosity, how did home-rise magazine happen to fix this particular family? Well, the old store is being married anyway, if you happen to fit into our schedule. She's going to be married right away for us. Oh, Paula, you'll see that their clothes are brought up to date. You use light, summery materials. And Rosemarie, you make up the usual household budget and weekly menu and keep them simple. And Scotty, usual pictures. What about me? Well, this will be a 19-page feature carry, about 5,000 worth, we'll call it, June Bride. Isn't that a little daring? Now, Paula, do you remember this is a typical small-town family, and they have to live with the house, the clothes, and the neighbors after we've gone. I had the local carp and painter and a poster working in the house for the past two weeks. Mrs. Brinker expects us tomorrow. She's going to bake a cake. Oh, no. Very well. Remember, it's winter, and we have to do a June wedding in less than a week. Any questions? No, no, no. Fine, that's all for now. Oh, carry. Yeah? You and I are flying out this afternoon. We are? Four feet of snow in Crestville. Better wear your longie. I don't want to look here, Linda. Now, ball in the corner. Can you tell me all about it on the plane? We're leaving at 1.10. Yes, sir. A rough idea of what we'll do with the Brinker's house. Well, I wish I had a rough idea of what I was going to use for a story. You have your story, 19-year-old girl, and the next door is America's pet. You're really getting folksy, aren't you? Next thing you know, you'll be crocheting and putting up pickled cucumber pets. Now, listen, you stop sneering in that superior way of yours of all the important things in life. Who's sneering? Oh, I'd say there are two children in the family, huh? Gene, age 19, Boo, age 17. Boo? He's short for Barbara. Gene couldn't pronounce Barbara, and they were babies called her a boobar, and it stuck. What are these harpies like? Gene's very pretty, very. Well, well, I didn't just say so. Wipe off your chin, dear. The groom plays football. Go. You can work it into the story. Oh, what story? The only way I'll get a story is to have typical Mr. Brinker beat typical Mrs. Brinker to death with a typical meat ax. Be reasonable, Linda. I've got to find a gimmick. You've got your gimmick, a June bride. Maybe there's insanity in the family. You know, an alcohol or something? Now, listen, Carrie, I'm very serious about this. I won't stand for any hope. You're going to write a straight young love story, no twists, no angles, and no drama. And you're going to be nice to the Brinkers. No little jokes at their expense. Carrie, please be charming. Okay. Thank you. Oh, Carrie, one thing you have to learn about Indiana people. They don't talk. A great deal and that's just important. Well, I know why. They're afraid that if they open their mouths, they'll freeze their teeth. I've never been so cold in my life. Why? It's quiet. Someone's coming to you. I hope it's a Saint Bernard. Well, it is a Saint Bernard. I would have known you anyway. It was very nice to see you. And how are the children, Mr. Brinker? Huh. Eh. What did I...wasn't I charming enough? Oh, yes. There was only one little thing that mattered. That was Mrs. Brinker. Oh, what was that? It sounds like food. Come on and wait in the living room. Oh, what? This is the living room. He's up there. He'll do something with it. Yeah, we set fire to it in several places. I won't be half bad and we get rid of some of the knickknacks and cut away the scrollwood. You mean to tell me you can do something with this Bureau of Power? You'd be surprised. Why, that's our downing first. No, I wasn't smirking. I'm just looking at you with new respect. Why? Did I know my business? Frankly, I thought you'd be out of place in India. Now I can even imagine you churning a tub of butter. How am I doing? Well, your hair is in your eyes, but you look wonderful. Linda. Linda, I... The dining room. See that plate rack on the wall? How can you talk about plate racks when I'm feeling so affectionate? You must be falling out. Now, Linda, we're going to be here for a whole week and I have what I think is a wonderful idea that starts out like this. I have a better idea. Go to the hotel and take a nice cold shower. Oh, I give up. Oh, no, don't give up. Very interesting. Nobody makes love like that in Indiana. Or anywhere else. Hello, boo, dear. How nice to see you again. This is Carrie Jackson. I'll feature right up. Don't go too near and boo. He wants to do jiu-jitsu. Mother and Jean will be right down. We didn't expect you so soon. Who was that Saint Bernard? That, uh, that lady that has been. Most have been Mrs. Lace from next door. She's helping us with the curtain. Daddy. Hello, folks. This is Mr. Jackson's father. He's awfully nice. He's an older man. Hmm, yeah, just call me Gramps. Well, I'm glad to know you, Mr. Texan, I'm sure. Well, he is Mrs. Brinker now. Hello, Miss Gilman. Hello, Mrs. Brinker, and hello, Jean. I'd like you both to meet our future writer, Carrie Jackson, Carrie, Mrs. Brinker, and Jean. Well, Mrs. Brinker, it's so nice to see you. I know you anywhere. I've heard so much about you. And this, of course, is Jean. Hello. Yes, you certainly are. Oh, I think it's all terribly exciting. All you people coming all the way to Indiana just for my little old wedding. Well, we wouldn't make sure a little old wedding for a little old million dollars. And I wish you'd tell us more about how you go about this kind of a story. You told me a lot the last time, Miss Gilman, but since then, the relatives... Well, I was wondering if we really should go through with it. Oh, but Mrs. Brinker, you'll be famous, absolutely famous. Now let's go upstairs and have a chat, shall we? I'd like to wash up. Oh, we're all invited out for supper, Miss Gilman. Some of the neighbors are giving a band dance Oh, wonderful. Yeah, that's great. Well, I guess this is sort of an occasion. You were temperance man, Mr. Jackson. Am I temperance? Are you, by any chance, asking me if I'll have a drink? I'll go get it. I have to keep it hid like I saw in the movies once. Mrs. Brinker's temperance. Oh. Oh, it's all right, though. Oh, I didn't think you saw me. No, I'm glad I did. I want to talk to you. Oh, what about? Well, you. You're a very attractive young lady. You shouldn't let Jean push you out of sight the way she does. Yes, ma'am. Well, who am I to oppose the opinion of thousands? Those are pictures on the mantelpiece, are they family? Most of them, ma'am. Tell me, how are all your uncles? Oh, fine. I except Uncle Harry, and we don't talk about him. Oh, oh. A little soft on the head, maybe? Oh, no. He's a Democrat. Oh, I see. Who's the boy on the photograph with you? Oh, that's Bud. The happy bridegroom, huh? Nice guy? Wonderful. I gather, Boo likes Bud. Uh-huh. Does he know? It wouldn't make any difference. Oh, now you must underestimate yourself. No, I just haven't got the sock. What is sock? I see. Well, I just haven't got any. And Jean has. He used to make Jim awfully mad. Jim? He's Bud's brother. Well, why should he care? My goodness, he and Jean were engaged once. They were. Um, Bud's brother and Jean. Well, what happened? Well, Jim stayed in the army after the war. He was stationed in Chicago. Well, he doesn't get home very often, and I don't know. I guess Jean just likes attention. I see. So Jean took up with Bud leaving Jim out in the cold, and you, too. And the wedding's only a few days off, and you'll all live unhappily ever after. Boy, what an angle. Angle? What would happen if Jim came home before the wedding? Oh, probably cause an awful lot of trouble. It would? But I'd like it. You'd like it, and I'd have something to write about. Let me see. I could tell the public relations officer at Chicago to use the hallowed name of Home Life magazine, get Jim ordered back in. Now, who's the public relations officer? And she caught Lynn. Lynn, that's a major Howard Lynn. He'd do it all right, too. Who was that? What? Well, let's call him right now, Mr. Jackson. Oh, forget it. But why? That determined young lady upstairs would serve my head on a platter with an apple in my mouth. Probably would cause an awful lot of trouble. But... Mr. Jackson, Pop and I are going to make some beautiful music. You'd better queue a call for an encore. You'd better watch there. I'll get a phone call for me. I want to make a long-distance call. I want to speak to Major Howard Lynn at the Army base in Chicago. One moment, please. Oh, my gosh. William Keely, act two of June Bride, starting James Stewart as Cary Jackson and Betty Davis as Linda Gilman. Only a few minutes later, Miss Boo Blinker has completed her phone call to Chicago and there at an Army base... You heard me, Mitchell. Those are orders. You mean I have to go, Major Lynn? Are you kidding? A week's furlough home? You don't understand, sir. My brother's getting married. Well... Well, he's marrying my best girl. At least she was. Well, never mind. Home Life magazine wants you there. Report to a guy at the Brinker House named Jackson. Yes, sir. In the Brinker House, only Boo knows that Jim is on his way home. Upstairs, Linda Gilman is chatting with the Bride to be. While down in the pantry, Cary Jackson is about to experience an unexpected sample of Indiana hospital. You've got to keep this jug hit outside, Mr. Jackson. Mrs. Brinker's very temperance. He keeps putting the clock back in. Oh, I see, sir. I gather that makes a difference, Mr. Brinker. Well, it don't ferment if you keep the clock in. Uh-huh. What is it? Cider. Apple cider. You devil. Well, here you are, Mr. Jackson. Hi. Yeah, I don't suppose it's a calf fan town that would, I don't have something really to... Oh, it's not a cider. I guess it's a little strong. And that, that freezing don't leave much but pure alcohol. Don't light any matches, shall we? Just, uh, those are just the plain apples, none. Well, they're, uh, they're pippin'. I see. You know, I, I've... I've, uh, I've bitten into many an apple, Mr. Brinker, but this is the first time I've ever had one bite back at me. How about another little snort, eh? What do you say? How could I refuse? Just apples, not just plain little old apples. Can I help you unpack or something, Miss Gilman? Oh, no, thank you very much. Tell me something, gee, are you happy? Oh, I guess I am. I'm not going to be lonely anymore. Lonely? No, I was last summer. Nobody left in town. I'll say I was lonely. Then, but then lost. And I grabbed him. Now, I'll ask you a question. Why aren't you married? Mostly because I wasn't asked. Why did you ask him? Boo! Oh, now, really? Yes, boo, now, really. He was listening in the hall again. Oh, it's the only way I ever get to hear anything. Well, I think I'll change. Did you press my red dress? I put it on your bed. Wasn't Mr. Jackson the man you did not? Who is interviewing who around here? Excited about the wedding boo? I think it stinks. You do? Far. I don't think I'll tell you. You're being very cryptic, boo. Don't you like me? Oh, yes, very much. You're what I wanted to be, Miss Gilman. You're so... Oh, so short. I am. Mmm, and your chick the best. That's for me. Well, I've seen the way for the patterns and make the dresses exactly the way they set. But something just happens when I get through. Not cheap. I guess it's just me. Well, Carrie and your father seem to be getting along same with Rick. Miss Gilman, if you really wanted a man, what would you do? I think I'd grab him. I wonder what's going on down there. I bet Pop throws it again. No, nothing. And thanks for our very interesting conversation. Well, I didn't understand all I'm glad you did. Well, the opening, Carrie. Hmm? Oh, I've been thrown away. Hmm. Feeling better? Where am I? What's all this? We're in a sleigh on our way home from a barn dance. A barn dance? Have I been to a barn dance? That you have. That you have. He had a jug. Mr. Franker had a jug and he claimed, he made this stuff out of apples, just little green type apples. And time to steal. I don't remember a thing. That's why I don't want to. Who are the giddy juveniles? Oh, they're going home from the barn dance, too. Where they're chaperones. And here's where they all get off. I did? Oh, sure. All right, yes. Who's that? Sally. Good night, honey. Good night, honey. Did it, did it. I must have had a wonderful time tonight. Yes, you did. Wonderful. Just what kind of a wonderful time did I have? A wonderful? One by one, you promised every girl in Prestill High to help her with her homework. Oh, no. It seems you're an expert on multiplication. And then? And then you went to sleep. Not a moment too soon. You look very nice when you're asleep, Karen. Very young and very innocent. Astonishing. You know? You know, you're mellow. I, uh, I think I'll help you with your homework right now. No, no, no, no. Karen, no, no. Apparently, apparently you've never walked home from a sleigh ride. Well, I advise against you. You know, the woods, it's bitter cold, and the woods are teeming with wool. Ooh, well, that, that, that settles. It's been, uh, I'm much too young to die. And by job, very comfortable. It's like an old shoe. See, your cheeks cold. Getting here more by the second. You know? You know, I'm beginning to like Prestill. All of a sudden I kind of think I could settle down too. I could do a good job in New York, stay put. I could even go roses on Sunday if that's what you wanted. Could you really? No. I guess I'd look pretty silly following you all over Europe, carrying your suitcases, a respectable two cases behind, speaking only when spoken to. We have what I believe referred to as a problem, don't we? Oh, Karen, let's not make it a problem. Let's not even talk about it. Why not? I've been to Berlin again and I've missed you so. Oh, Linda. Linda Gilman is not a woman. Good morning. How do you feel? Wonderful. Hey, you're just in time. How do you spell idyllic? Do you want me to measure the curtains now? Not now, Mrs. Lace. Why don't you do the living room first? Already did. We're, uh, making you drink. That's nice. How's the story going? It isn't. There are too many characters, I think. Uh, Mrs. Lace, are you sure you've got the right measurements for the living room curtains? All right, I'll measure them again. Mind if I read over your shoulder? You can just call me when you're through with smoothing. We should read over my shoulder more often. What, uh, what was that? Mrs. Brinker. Paula's trying to massage 10 pounds off of her. Paula has muscles like a stevedor. I wonder if Paula yet is. Oh, sapper rides a while ago. I didn't let them disturb you. Hey, Linda, where are you? I thought I was supposed to take some pictures. Be with you in a minute, Scott. I also teach Mrs. Brinker how to make a cheese souffle and other goodies, right? Yeah. Hi, Carrie. All right. You seen that stove in there? That's not a stove. It's a locomotive boiler. You don't need a couple in there. You need Casey Jones. But do the best you can. And when you finish in the kitchen, I want you to help me cut the living room sofa in half. Look, uh, how about sanding Jean down here? I need some vital statistics, you know? I know. But Paula will do all the necessary measuring. OK, I'm no good. I kill myself. Satisfied? Jean's taking a bath. Taking a bath? Well, why don't I just go right up? Carrie, see you at the door with you. I'll send the bride down when she's through. Well, uh, who are you? Who are you? Hmm? I ask first. I'm Lieutenant Mitchell. I've got orders to report here to Mr. Jackson. Uh-huh. What'd you say your name was? Yeah. Jim Mitchell. I'm supporting you. Uh, nobody is home. We're, uh, everybody's gone. You're boning, what? Everybody's dead. He placed you simply got to stop listening. Paula's been really working her over. Well, what's she doing with a hacksaw? It was a peddler. I told him we didn't want any. A peddler? That's an army officer. What'd he say? Surplus airplane. Open that door. OK. Who are you? I'm Jim Mitchell. I've got orders to report to a Mr. Jackson of home life magazine. This is Mr. Jackson? Well, how are you? How'd he go? How'd he go? I know you must be Bud's brother. How'd you do? I'm Linda Gillman. This is wonderful. It is? The wedding would not be complete without you, Lieutenant. Linda, I think maybe there's something I don't know about this. Your family and the brigades make such a good life. Ms. Gillman, excuse me for interrupting, but I've been deliberately trying to avoid this. It's not him and Gene. But what about them? Gene. Well, hello. Hello. What are you doing here? I'm home. You are? Yeah. I thought you were still in Chicago. No. No. I'm home. They two young people were engaged at one time. Heres. It seemed like a very good idea at the time, but either then I dropped it. Definitely. I might have known you'd do something like this. If we're going to do something about that sofa, I'll need a saw. Do you see a sofa around here? I hope you'll be very happy, Gene. I am already. I'm delighted to do it. You're both intelligent young people. Oh, you need more than this, Gillman. I'm very happy with Bud. He appreciates me. He wouldn't go off and leave me. Now look, I told you a thousand times. And if you think I'm going to wait until I'm practically an old maid to get married, you're very much mistaken. Well, that's kind of nasty talk we like to hear. That's a nice subject. This is pretty rough. If you don't mind, I'd like to stay away until after the wedding's over. Anything you say, old man. Go on, Miss Gillman. I thought we were in trouble. I'm about the story, aren't I? I was no harm gone. Nothing. Nothing. She's just so happy. She's just gone out that door. Oh, wait a minute. Before you flip your lid. Now, there's another angle to this. Angle. Angle. That's all you think about. I have five million readers waiting for the wedding of Gene and Bud. And suddenly all I have left is an angle. What are you going to do? Try and persuade those two to be sensible. And I'd better succeed. If you know what I mean. Linda, what'll I do with it? Oh, ladies and gentlemen. Why haven't we heard from Karen? She's probably dead. Why don't you turn your motor off for a while, Madam Editor? You've been going like this for three days now. Ever since the kid walked out and disappeared. Well, she's never been here. I should have kept on looking for her myself. In less than 24 hours, the wedding's supposed to take place in this house. In this room. Well, what are we going to tell Mama? She's not suspicious. Oh, no, no. She still thinks that Gene went to visit her aunt and fought way. But when Gene doesn't show up for the wedding. It's me. It's me. Um, anything wrong, Mrs. Brinker? I just wanted to ask if I could please have a cup of tea. How now, Mrs. Brinker? We've spent all week drying you all. You must be so proud of yourself. Whitman says you guys can care if I'm cheap or not. Just as long as I've stopped screaming. Well, I think I'll just sit down. Oh, hold it, Mrs. Brinker. Better get some of the pins out of that dress first. Oh, my, all that sewing and pounding. They didn't really cut off the front porch, did they? No, no, it's not. Bad is that we just took off some of the scrollwood. Oh, I'm glad that's the only one. Linda, there's somebody here to see you. Let's go back door. See what it is, will you, Paul? I think you'd better come, Linda. Mr. Jackson, he's come back to care. Let's go, Linda. Well, honor our life, Gene, Jim, Mitchell. Where are they? Indianapolis. What are they doing there? Well, the last time I saw them, they were necking. Oh, don't be funny, Terry. Why didn't you stay with them? Well, I fell a little out of place on the honeymoon. See, they're married. Married? Well, does it? Well, I care. You'd better go inside and tell Mrs. Brinker. Well, you're not going through with the story? There's no story now, obviously. We'll leave tomorrow afternoon to a quickie in New York. I can't leave this house in a mess. Oh, wait a minute. Before you give up, now, I started this thing for a particular reason. I am trying to be very patient with you, Terry. Now, don't you think you're just taking this thing a little too serious? Seriously. I'm two days away from my deadline. We've already played it up over six pages of pictures, a thousand words of copy, and here I am without a story. You've got the best story of your life, a real story about human beings that isn't finished yet. But if you're girding up your lawns to farm it, go ahead, get it over with. That's your usual reaction to a crisis, isn't it? Simply walk away and let someone else clean up the mess you've made. I'm just trying to get out from underneath of this labor versus management relationship of ours. Every time I get affectionate with you, I feel as though I'm snugly up to the path hardly filled. Yes, if you wouldn't be troubled by it any longer, you are fired. Okay, now, what about us? Everything you've finished here, Carrie, including us. Very easy for you, isn't it? A little soft music, a kiss or two, a wave of the hand, eggs of Carrie Jackson. Well, I feel so sorry for you and you're so sweet and so patient and so utterly dependable. And here I am being cruel to you on a flimsy pretext. You've just ruined everything we've done here. Oh, don't give me that. You're not firing me because Jean drank around awful amount that she should have married in the first place. It's because you're madly in love with me and to you that's a sign of weakness. You are incredible. Absolutely incredible. Touched up on that pinnacle of masculine ego looking down at four weak defenseless females and pissing them because they don't have beard. If you had a beard, I wouldn't look at you twice. Very amusing. Very amusing. And a typical male reaction to intellectual defeat. Me? Intellectually defeated? Of course. I've run that attitude before. Every woman does the minute she starts to make a career for herself. Get back to the kitchen, mother. It's a man's world. All I want to do is to find out where I stand with you and all of a sudden I'm knee-deep in the battle of effectors. What is this? Carrie, right from the beginning you have refused to follow instructions because I am a woman and not to be taken seriously. This whole trip has been one big hilarious joke to you. Laughing daily all the while you've deliberately ruined the story we set out to do. You've got a darn good story right here. Only you're some mad you can't see it. Maybe I have been a little flippant, but that's the way I am. I can't go around fleeting from every port just because things don't go right. Well, I've always been in. Yeah, yeah. I only took this job because poor deluded dope that I am. I've made a great deal to know me to be near you again. You have said whatever else was wrong with you, you used to be honest. I came back looking for you. All right, the next time you look for me and one more thing. What? Give me back my cigar. The curtain rises on the third act of June Bride, starring Betty Davis as Linda Gilman and James Stewart as Carrie Jackson. Sir Gilman as June Bride has turned into a January Bride, thanks to, she believes, to Carrie Jackson. And her own romance with the ex-foreign correspondent is as cold as the Indiana countryside. In this moment of despair, Carrie has a visitor, the little fixer-upper, Boo Blinker. Do me a favor, Boo. Don't ever be a woman. You still mad at me, aren't you? So Linda still thinks it was you who brought Jim Mitchell back. Well, that doesn't matter. Don't worry about me. So I'm not worried about you. It's what I've done to Bride. Coming over. You told him about Jane? What'd he say? He said, huh? I think, well, evidently, it wasn't much of a blow to him. Oh, it was. I can tell from the way you said it. Oh, you're really in love with Bride, aren't you? Oh, but he doesn't like me. What makes you so sure? Oh, I can tell. The way he breathes. The way he breathes. I don't get it. Well, when he's around, he always breathes like this. Well, do you know why? Because he doesn't really think of you as an attractive woman. Why not? Well, I haven't the same as I did. If we could only make Bud jealous, if we could make him think that somebody, me, for instance, was madly in love with you, if only for you. Look, go upstairs and tell Paula to give you that honeymoon dress that Jean was going to wear. Put it on. Oh, I can't. Bud's coming over. That's just the point. Now, hurry. I'll keep him occupied, but you're ready to come down. Where's Blue? What'd she want? Sit down, Bud. Here, have a chair. Half half are so good. Bud, the minute I saw you, I said to myself, I said, now, there's a man of the world. You did? Yes. Yes. Naturally, when all this happened with Jean, I knew that you would take it well. I'm trying to, Mr. Jackson. Mm-hmm. I'm glad we had a chance to get together and talk, old man. I want to ask your advice on something. Yeah? It's about Boo. Boo? Boo. Do you think that Boo could be interested in a man like me? Huh? I record a marriage, of course. Boo? Since I've been here, I've become very fond of her. Boo? I must say I admire your ability to carry on a conversation with a very simple little word. There are lots happening to me today, Mr. Jackson. I just can't seem to catch up. Let me get this straight. You want to marry Boo? If she'll have me. But you're too old for her. She's just a kid. Boo's blossoming. She's becoming a very attractive woman. I don't know whether you've noticed. Oh, that isn't the point. You just don't think of Boo as anybody's wife. I do. I can steer on a wedding dress right now. As a matter of fact, I can... Oh, Boo! Well. Well, how nice you look. Thank you. Yeah, swell. I can't tell you how sorry I am, bud. About Jean. Oh, forget it. You have such a noble character. Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. You're the only man I know that treats me like a woman. Well, that's because I know that you have the makings of a first-class wife. Hey, now wait a minute. What's on your mind, bud? You take your hands off her. She's not your kind of girl. Oh, what kind of girl is she? I've watched Boo ever since she could walk. She doesn't need you. Now, well, that's still a free country, you know. Still a free country. How about a little kiss, baby? What? All right, what a woman. Happy to see you, bud. What's been going on with you and him anyhow? Your father know that a man that's practically old enough to be a mother is making passes at you. You suggest me all the time. And he's the most exciting thing. Now, you listen to me, boo-brinker. I don't like what's been going around and I don't like... What's the matter? It's you. You look different. I do? I mean, do I? Yeah, a little bit of soya. Kind of. Yeah, you sure do. You're blossomed. You're becoming a very attractive girl. Are you? Were you going to say something else? No. Oh. Hey, uh, how come you're leaning on me? Your back tire? I beg your pardon. Beg my pardon? Boo, do you like me as much as Mr. Jackson? More. I guess I always am. You're so strong. I love strong men. They're so strong. I know I'm not much, but we've always gotten along so well together and everything. Yes. Well, what I want to ask you is to marry. Marry you? Yeah, now, right away, only after what's happened that the gene in oil... I don't blame you for saying no. Who said no? The gene in oil. Oh, swell. Swell! Boo, what goes on? Listen to me. We're going to get married. Yeah, and right away, if other people can get married, so can other people. Married? Marriage, you are! You won't change your mind. Stay right here, don't go away, if I haven't say so, move! Paula, Scott Rosemary, come here quickly! Yeah? Scott, unpack everything, set up your cameras. Paula and Rosemary, you're to help me tell Mrs. Brinker. Papa. The wedding is going to take place right on schedule, except that the bride is booed. And who's the lucky man? Not that it matters. Behold the bridegroom coming. Here. Come here, I'll come in. Now, if you're concerned with the fact that I'm still in the house here, don't be silly, they're going through with our plan. There's going to be a wedding after all, but it's going to marry Boo. Boo? Boo. Boo? I thought you'd be surprised. I'm astounded, I'm astounded. Yeah, so we can go back to work then. Well, you fired me. I'm unfiring you. Why? Oh, for heaven's sake, Carrie, we have a wedding to run off and not very much time to do it in our... Well, I just can't get another writer at this late date. Yeah, this is for you, the story. Oh, but Carrie, you know, this is any good now. We have to get completely new material, how Bride and Boo grew up together, how they discovered each other only because we came into their lives. That's the lead, sound all right? Yeah, very good. Get started on it right away. It'll be here when you want it. Boo, getting married. I'm so nervous. Now, now, before you go downstairs and bring up, I want you to be sure you know just what to do. We're going to take pictures all during the ceremony, but don't let that bother you. I'll just be natural. Are you sure I look all right? Boo, you look lovely. Up at the wedding march. You're cute to go down and bring up. Don't cry, Mama. I'm just getting married. Boo, after the ceremony, remember that you invited her to reception line. Oh, we'll be there. And just be sure to speak all her names loudly and clearly so that Mr. Jackson can take them down for the picture caption. Mr. Jackson? But he isn't here. What do you mean? I guess you've been too busy to notice. He left last night. That? He even called me from New York this morning. Do we see good luck? Who didn't know? No. Well, uh... Well, this is hardly your problem, Boo. Good luck to you. Take her downstairs. Mr. Jackson. Oh, not a minute. Do I want a picture of you? Oh, Boo, get downstairs. Stop where you belong. What's the matter with you? Terry's left. Walked out without finishing the story. Where did he go? New York. It's basic. We haven't any stories. But he left the copy. I have it right here. That's the old stuff on it. But I just read it. It's all about Boo. About Boo? What have you seen? I've seen you all the time before I did. This is the whole story. I don't get it. Oh, it's very simple. Paralympic. I've been an excellent idiot. But if you're looking for an argument, you'd better pick another subject. This Boo is wedding-esque. Marlinda, you're crying. I'm not crying. It's not dignity of pride. Oh, by all means, keep your dignity madam editor. Personally, Army's cold wintery night felt like a nice warm bath to put my feet on. So we go down? Yes. It's finished, isn't it? The June issue. All ready to go to prison. Any idea what we'll do for July? Something rare, rich and novel. Probably with firecrackers in it. Same writer? Oh, by the way, he called my office this afternoon. What was he calling about? His check. Oh. Where I'll be inside with the boss. What is that untidy object you're clutching? Our June issue, Carl's a dummy copier. I need you're OK before it goes to the prison. Sit down. Carlson, you were... you were three months in which to find a new editor for home life. Which I need you. Oh, well, if you had a better offer, I'm sure. No, no, it's just that I... Well, I'm tired of being a brick wall covered with roses. Now I'm lavender and old lace from Linda Gilman. With slippers and a pipe for Cary Jackson? Hmm. I can find it. I take it. He's not aware of the... the bliss in store for him. No. You see me? Mm-hmm. She did. Constantly. Personally, I think he's just been waiting for you to come back. Oh, yes, I can imagine. Well, why don't you ask him? Go on, open that door. You're trying to tell me that... I'll open the door. I... Cary. No. You're terribly sorry, Cary. I was all wrong about you. You always have been. I only have two more issues to get out of the... I'll be free after that. Yeah, you need a rest. I was thinking maybe next month we do the story of Jean and Jim, the newly wedged in Chicago. Have a good time. No, no, I meant all of it. No. No, not me. I'll be doing something else. I'm leaving. It's not a fight. Stop the analysis by the car. Save my suitcase. No. It's a beautiful wedding here. Everyone was very happy. Except me. I cried. I cried for a long time. I haven't done that in years. Hey, Fever. Don't care it. Don't, don't make jokes. Don't shut me out. Well, what do you expect? If you have me on a marriage around all week, go away, Cary. Come back, Cary. I never knew whether you're going to kiss me or kick me. Well, you want me to tell you. No, no, don't get provocative. Stop turning off the lights. We've been through all that. Oh, Cary, you know very well we're perfectly made it after all. We're of opposite sexes. The photos on Sunday versus carrying these suitcases all over Europe. It's become a very simple old fashioned question of who wears the pants. I'd look pretty silly without. Cary, Cary, wait. Wow. You, you forgot your suitcases. Wonderful opening night in the Lux Radio Theater. And here are the two stars who made it so. Betty Davis and James Schild. Thank you, Bill. I think it's rather fitting that June Bride should mark the first public appearance in the famous August Bride Room. Jimmy Stewart. Yes, you have our congratulations and very best wishes, Jimmy. And naturally, this makes an important change in your status with the Lux Radio Theater. Yes, I've been looking forward to that, Bill. It's a very fun, a really wonderful tradition, yes. Mark is only. Well, now that I'm a married man, I get lots of flights to take home. We're sending some along for your home, too. Incidentally, I've heard some wonderful reports at Warner Brothers about your new picture at Beyond the Forest. Thank you. And now I suppose you're planning a vacation. No pictures, as soon as I find a script. In the meantime, I'm indulging in the beach at Laguna. Well, if you notice a hollow in the sand, that's where I've been lying all summer. Well, I hope you spent some time getting shows lined up for the fall, Bill. Yes, some attractions I know our audience will like. There's one next week. It's Paramount's exciting hit, Psygon. And starring in it, we'll have John Lung and Elizabeth Scott. This is a rapid-fire drama of adventure in the Far East. A full order of thrills and chills for next Monday night. I know you'll have a wonderful season in the Lux Radio Theatre, Bill. Good night. Good night. Good night and thank you both for those companies that make films at Lux Place. We're inviting you to be with us again next Monday evening when the Lux Radio Theatre presents John Lung and Elizabeth Scott in Psygon. This is William Keely saying good night to you from Hollywood. The play was adapted by F. H. Barnett, and our music was directed...