 The Lux Radio Theatre brings you Wallace Beery and Faye Bainter in Salute to the Marines. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. The personal philosophy of the average Marine is set down for posterity in the last verse of the Marine hymn, which says, if the Army and the Navy ever look on heaven's scenes, they will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines. This week the nation marks the 168th anniversary of the Marine Corps, and we add our part to the celebration by presenting Wallace Beery and Faye Bainter in their Metro-Golden-Mayer hit, Salute to the Marines. At Midway, at Wake Island, at Guadalcanal, this service has written its record in fire and blood. But tonight's play is not that story. It's the personal drama of a sergeant major and his family, a veteran, who retired to peace and quiet, and in typical Marine style, found he picked the hottest spot in the world. A fortunate break enabled us to reunite two of Hollywood's busiest stars. Faye Bainter has just returned to town from a camp tour after making Crye Havoc at Metro-Golden-Mayer, and Wallace Beery has just finished the picture rationing at the same studio. You know, in recent months, many of us have learned not to take even the simplest things of life for granted. We think twice before we throw things away. Housewives combine accounting with cookery. Old newspapers and waste fats suddenly turn out to be valuable raw materials. And a simple thing like a cake of soap is something to be handled with care and respect, especially if it locks toilets up. Of course, the famous beauty of a few thousand years ago, like Cleopatra, would see nothing unusual in this at all. Beauty at that time was something to be preserved the hard way, and the possession of even one cake of Lux Turlet soap would probably have called for building a pyramid to keep it safe. Now for a little history in the making, and the first act of salute to the Marines, darling Wallace Beery as Bill Bailey, and Faye Bainter as Jenny, with Noah Beery as the Colonel, and Key Luke as Flashy. Tripoli. Hong Kong. You all. King. Manila. Delaware. Justo theory. These are but a few of their hallowed battlegrounds, for they fought and died in every corner of the world. We are proud to salute the United States Marines. Long before Pearl Harbor, the United States Marines were on regular duty in the Philippine Islands. In 1943, battalions were stationed on the outskirts of Cavite. There, these leathernecks were drilled and trained by the toughest and roughest leatherneck of them all, Sergeant Major William Bailey. His superior officers called him old Bill. Some of the men called him that old so-and-so. But on one thing they were agreed, Bill Bailey was all Marine, every inch of him. Company, halt! Order, arms! At ease. Well, men, I want to congratulate you. We've been three days on maneuvers, and I want to say that you men are in a class by yourselves. Yes, sir, I've been in the Marine Corps 29 years. I've trained thousands of boots, but you're the dirtiest, meanest, way back mob I ever saw. I'll give you just 30 minutes to police yourself into something that looks human and stand-inspection. Attention! Dismissed. Hey, that's pretty tough going, Bill, 30 minutes. Yeah. They couldn't scrape that mud off of themselves in 30 years. They're rounding in a good shape, ain't they, huh? Yeah, they're doing fine. Hey, where's that barracks boy of mine? I got to do a little mud scraping myself. Hey! Flicy! Hey! Sergeant! Hello, boss. Gee whiz. Hi, champ. You miss me? Sure. Three days you've been gone. Yeah. Say, turn the hose on this helmet, will ya? Sure, Sergeant. I fix it up all nice and clean. Attaboy. You've been training like I said? Sure. I do roadwork every day. Then I punch the bag, 15 rounds. But I could go 40, easy. That's easy, but you don't want to overdo it. You'll grow stale. It won't be long now, huh, Sergeant? I got to be in shape. Oh, sure. Top shape. Gee, I can hardly believe you being my manager, helping me win back my title. It's in the bag, kid. One fight in Frisco, just to warm up. Then a couple of more pouts at Hollywood Legion. Then Madison Square Garden, and the announcer pulled up my hand, winner and again world champion, Flashy Lucas! Sure, that's it. Sergeant, it ain't true that they don't come back, is it? I can do it. Can't I? Sure. Sure you can. Only take it easy, that's all. It won't come all at once, kid, you know? Oh, I know. Sergeant Belly? Yeah, what do you want, Orly? The Colonel wants to see you at Headquarters. The Colonel, huh? Well, have I got time to change my clothes? The Colonel said right away. Oh, look, the old... I mean, the Colonel, was he mad or anything, huh? What's the matter, Belly? You got a guilty conscience? Now, why should I have a guilty conscience? Tell me that. Now, look, Chum, all I know is three more times in that brig, and they're gonna name it after you. Orly you can go. I mean, Sergeant, the Colonel sent for me, sir? Yes, I did. I'm sorry I didn't have time to change, sir. I just brought the battalion in from the back country. Looks like you brought most of the back country with you. Well, the ordinary sent me to come as is. I suppose if the Orderly found you taking a bath, you'd have come that way, too. Yes, sir, if it was a Colonel's order, sir. Well, never mind. Sergeant, this gentleman is Mr. Agnew on the staff of the Secretary of War, the Philippine government. How do you do, Sergeant? Fine, thank you, sir. Mr. Agnew's government is undertaking a pretty big job, needs a lot of help. Thought of you at once, Bailey. That's kind of you, sir. Any little thing that I can do for you at any time, sir. It is quite a big thing, Sergeant. At the time is now. Yes, sir. Bailey, I suppose you know the Philippines will become completely independent in 1945. Yes, sir, I heard something about that, sir. Independence is something that must be preserved. After it is won, it must be defended. We are preparing for the day when we must defend ours, when there will be no more United States Marines in the Philippines. Oh, you mean the Japs, huh? Mr. Agnew is speaking theoretically, Sergeant. We're not at war with Japan. Oh, pardon me, sir. I got you, I got you. No names, huh? Bailey, I have an order to detach a certain number of officers and men to this training duty. I am sending you up to Zubig province to take charge of civilian training in that area. What? Me train civilians? Why, I... Just a moment, Sergeant. Don't hesitate to call on me if I can be of further service to you. Thank you. Good day, Colonel. Good day, sir. Good day, Sergeant. I'm pleased to met you, sir. Well, get it off your chest, Bailey. I didn't want you sounding off in front of an official of the Philippine government. Is that training civilian stuff on the level, sir? Yes, it's on the level. Yeah, but I've got a job. I'm just not getting that first battalion whipped into shape so it'll look like something. Sergeant McCarty will take over. McCarty! Get there, bog trot and donkey, while he's just a recruit. He's only been in the service 10 years. Besides them Filipinas, they're too little to make good fighting men. When God made the Filipino, he gave him so much heart that he had a skimpy little on the side of his body. Be ready to shove off for Zubig province the first thing in the morning. Yes, sir. Oh, sir, I hear that the first battalion is going to be ordered to China to relieve the legation guards? Possibly. Sir, I've never asked a favor of my commanding officer yet, but if that first battalion goes into active service, I've got to go with him. For 30 years I've stood on that dock watching somebody else take them in into action that I've trained. What did I get out of it? Nothing but fallen arches and a fish peddler's voice. It's very humiliating, sir. 30 years in the service and not a single battle-honor on my record to look at my old age. The Colonel knows I come up for retirement in a couple of months, and I don't want to be stuck way up there in Zubig province with things cracking wide open over there in Asia. I'll give you my word. If I'm ordered to Asia, you go with me. Thank you, sir. That's good enough for me, sir. Oh, by the way, you'd probably be seeing your wife and daughter if it's Zubig. Oh, yeah, yeah. My wife. Give Mrs. Bailey my best regards, will you? Yeah, yeah. It's all right, sir. She's living near there, isn't she? Yes, sir. She certainly is, sir. What's the matter, Bailey? Oh, nothing, sir. Oh, all right. That's all, Bailey. Send me a report from Zubig. Oh, let me know what men you want to take with you. Yes, sir. And you let me know, sir, about going with you on active service, huh? The day I get my orders. Thank you, sir. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Hold it, you guys. Hold it. You know, heaven might have made you Filipino boy small, but they certainly made you loud. Now, listen, listen. This here thing is a bayonet. Now, when I say fixed bayonets, you take it out and you... What's the matter? Hey, listen. Flashy. Come here. Yeah, boss? What are those guys babbling about? They know like bayonets. They don't. Well, I don't blame them for that. It takes a lot of nerve to handle that steal. Oh, they think bayonets, baby stuff. Baby stuff. Baby... Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Now, listen, you guys get this straight. This bayonet is the wickedest weapon that was ever invented. A bayonet charge pushed home at the right minute will win for you when nothing else will. Now, watch that dummy. Here's the parry in the long thrust. Get it? Now, just when the other fellow thinks he's got you, why, you smack him with the butt of that piece. You see? Oh, what are they laughing at? They think you're very funny, boss. Well, you tell them I didn't get these stripes on my arms from being a comedian. Hey, quiet. Quiet. This is a very serious business. Like I was saying before, the bayonet is the wickedest weapon that was... Excuse me, sir. What's better, our way? What? How much more good do you use Bolo? Bolo? What, sir? A lot, son. We ain't got no time to play games. Oh, Bolo, not games. Bolo is nice, see? Oh, nice. Well, you put it away before you nicked your finger, will you? Excuse me, sir. You stick bayonet and dummy, leave just a little hole, yes? We make one swing, cut them up in half. Oh, go on. Oh, you watch. Well, doggone, see? No more dummy. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, but wait, wait, wait a minute. You can't do that. Why, sir? What is to kill enemy, no? Why, we can't do it. Well, it ain't regulations, that's why. Hey, let me look at that doggone thing. Set up another dummy flash. You want to try this, your Bolo stuff. Sure, boss. Go ahead. Now, let's see. Oh, well, that's not half bad. Well, I'll tell you. Maybe we can stretch the regulations a little and use the bayonet and the Bolo together. All right, now, quiet, please, quiet. Oh, guys, I feel like I've been put through a washing machine. Mosley, you take over that second platoon tomorrow. I'll teach those guys close-order drillers. I'll spend the rest of my life in a padded cell. Yeah, we'll get one with twin beds. You're a cinch to have company. I'm in gather, boys. What's going on out there? Hey, she just got back with a mail. Let me at him. Oh, Bert. Baker Callahan Bay. Hey, hey, give me that. Give me that. Where you been? You've had enough time to go down to the United States and bring back that mail. What'd you do? Stop on the road? Wouldn't you like to know? Hey, gang, the First Battalion's leaving for China. Hey, wait a minute. Hey, wait. Are you kidding, Hank? I saw him back in the sea bags. I even said goodbye to a bunch of guys I know. And there's a transport stand in Biancavita with steam up. Is that kidding? It's a good thing you went after the mail. I might have missed the whole show. Anderson, here you take charge. What's the big idea? You don't think the colonel is going to take that First Battalion anywhere without me, do you? Something must have happened to my orders. Hey, Flicy. Here, boss. Come on, get a hold of a truck. You and me is heading for Manila. Come on, boys. This is what I've been waiting for. I'll send you a postal card from Shanghai. I left Anderson in charge down there. A very good man, Colonel. The minute I heard news that we were shoving off while I hightailed it right back here because I figured that something had happened to my orders, sir. Oh, yes, yes. Well, I promise that if I went, you'd go with me. Yes, sir. That's your very word, sir. Yes, sir. Well, sit down, Bailey. Sit down? Is the colonel feeling well? I never felt better in my life. I thought maybe it was the old fever coming back on you, sir. Well, sit down, sit down. A man can relax a little, can't he? Oh, sure, sure. Have a smoke, Bailey. Smoke? Yeah, have a cigar. Well, yes, I guess I will. Thank you, sir. Well, how's the training coming, Bailey? Oh, fine. It's silk, sir. You were right. Them little Filipinas are making great fighters. Of course, they've got their own idea as to how things should be done. Did you see Mrs. Bailey while you were up there? Oh, yeah, yeah. Once or twice. Is that all? Well, I'll tell you, Colonel, it's like this. You know, Ginny never forgave me for signing up for that last hitch. When she moved up there to Balagon to bill it with the rest of them passive screwballs and, well, we don't get along so good. Oh, I'm sorry. You see, Colonel, Ginny's all hepped up over this brotherly love stuff. She and her friends figure out that they can save the world by turning the other cheek. But Helen, Helen's different. Last time I saw Helen, she was quite a young lady. Yes, sir, she sure is. Well, excuse me, sir. Well, what's the matter? Well, here I am, just sitting here gassing and... Oh, that's all right. Yes, sir, but I expected to find the Colonel right up to his neck and work and blowing off steam, getting ready to go board that transport, sir. I'm not going aboard the transport. And neither are you. What? Oh. You kind of had me scared until I realized that she was only joking, sir. There's no joke. Lieutenant Colonel Barnes is taking the battalion. Barnes? Why, he's only a kid. Well, I've been told that fighting is a kid's business this day and age. The next war, if there is one, will be for young men, sergeant. But you can't let them do that to me. Not again, sir. It's the last chance I'll ever have to get that third decoration, sir. Sergeant, anybody can lead train men into battle, but train men to be led. That's nothing else to gain. That's your job, Billy. It's always been your job. Sir, I'm going with that person. Cutting if I have to go to the hill and store board that transport. No, you're not. You're staying right here in the Philippines and carrying out your orders like a good Marine. I know there's something wrong the minute you came to that study. I've been had by a two-bit shrew. A young man's war. Why can whip any man that you've got in the regiment? I've forgotten more than any man on board that transport will ever know. Sergeant, tomorrow we begin training another battalion. Is that all, sir? That's all. Oh, Bill? Yes, sir. Let me make it any easier if you remember. I'm not going either. Yeah, but with you it's different, sir. You've got your battle on this, and... Oh, that's all, sir. I'm sorry, Bill. Yes, sir. Oh, my. Sir. Yeah, they'll be leaving in the morning. Here I am just sitting and waiting, sitting and waiting for what? Come on home, bud. Come on back to the barracks. I'll go on away. I don't care. My hitch is up tomorrow, too. Thirty years. Let him go. Let him go. Let him go without me. Relax, relax, old timer. Huh? Take it easy. Here, have a cigar. Cigar? Why, you low-down... No trouble, please. No trouble, boss. What's the matter, old timer? Show that old timer stuff down the smoke stack. Will you sail or I'll bust you wide open. No, I won't either. No, I won't. Old timer, that's me. You got me, old timer. Why, there was Marines with John Paul Jones and there was Marines in 1812 on the Constantine. I'm in the Merchant Marine myself. That's okay. Don't apologize. I guess you're all right. Then there was the Marines with Decatur Tripoli. It was Marines that broke the Kaiser's back. Every battlefield all over the world has been crawling with Marines. And me, Bill Bailey, I've never been nowhere. Bill Bailey, I'm the only non-combat Marine in the history of the Marine Corps. Ah, tough luck. I always said the Marines was a crummy outfit. Why you, please? No trouble, Sergeant. I ain't going to let any seagorn civilian insult the U.S. Marines. I, yes, sir. I only said what you were saying. Oh, you was listening in on my private conversation, huh? Listen, hot shot. Don't you say anything about the Merchant Marine? Get out. Yeah, yeah, I gotta suck it. Fuck, why you? Sergeant, no trouble, no trouble. Oh, come on. This is a pleasure. Come on, open that door. Open that door. Let me out of here. Sit down, boss. Sit down and rest. Yeah, they're going to let us rot in this place. Is not so bad. Pretty good jail. Oh, yeah. Fine, yeah. Too bad we got licked. What do you mean we got licked? We were surrounded. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Here comes somebody to get out of here in no time. No, no, we won't get some M.D. Pick up old handsome. Don't try and be funny. What am I charged with? Oh, practically nothing. Destruction of civilian property, drunken disorderly, resistant to patrol, assault and battery upon members of Brother Services, who went 12 merchant sailors. It was 13 sailors. A nice little riot you started. At your age, sir. Why, you web put a gold brick long lamb out of here. Who sent for you, anyway? Well, you got a couple of visitors outside. Visitors who? Jenny and Helen. Their family, remember? Don't let them in here. Tell them I've been ordered to China, will you? I can't stop them. They got a pass. Oh, here you are, Mrs. Bailey. Make yourself right at home. Oh, William. William, Bailey. Yes, ma'am. Father. Hello, Helen. Well, here we are again. Huh? William, do you think I have to visit you in the bridge like a criminal? Oh, it's only temporary, ma'am. Mother, you talk as if Daddy has done something terrible. The whole thing is probably a misunderstanding. Sure, just a disagreement between gentlemen I can prove self-defense. Well, I'd rather have you here than in China. Bill, you don't know how we've prayed. Oh, no. You ain't been praying against me again, have you? Every minute. Every minute. Since we heard the first battalion had been ordered into active service. Oh, I didn't think that you'd do that to me. Pray me out of the last chance that I've got to get that declaration. I might have known it. You started praying the very first day that we were married, and you prayed me out of every chance that I've ever had for active service. And it ain't fair either seeing a pie and praying back at you. Say, how did you know the first battalion was coming off to China? Mr. Casper told me. He's our neighbor up in Dalligan. How do you know it? It's a military secret. I don't make any difference anyway. I'm getting out of the Marines. I'm taking my retirement pay. William, are you really? I don't believe it. They couldn't pry you out of that uniform. I don't so feel you believe it either, Mama. I want to believe it, but you've lied to me. You fooled me so many times. I'm getting out. When I do, you ain't going to be married to the Marine Corps anymore. You don't know what this means. It's like starving all over again. But are you sure? Will they let you retire? Oh, probably after last night. They'll kick me off, Mom. No, they won't. I saw Colonel Mason. He said he hadn't heard you were in here. He doesn't even want to hear it. Yeah? Oh, well, what's the difference? I'm getting out anyway. From the Secretary of the Navy to Sergeant Major William Bailey, United States Marine Corps. The Secretary of the Navy extends to Sergeant Major William Bailey. Congratulations upon his retirement at the expiration of 30 years continuous service in the Corps. Throughout his long service, Sergeant Major William Bailey has distinguished himself by his devotion to duty. His unblemished record is and should be an inspiration to all hands in the naval service of the United States. This letter of commendation is to be attached to and made part of the service record of Sergeant Major Bailey by order of the Secretary of the Navy. Pass and review. Pass and review. Right. Right. Forward. Well, Bill, we're going to miss you. Thank you, sir. There goes the second battalion. They're on their way too, huh? That's right, Bill. Well, take care of yourself. Yeah, sure. So long, Bill. What's that? I'm so proud of you. Hello, Helen. Hello, Jenny. Well, it's lost. It's over. Come on, Bill. We're going home. Wait. I just want to see the colors leave. Bill, you are happy, aren't you? You wouldn't want to be going with them, would you? Me? No. No. That stops not for me anymore. Didn't you know? This fighting business, that's for kids now. I'm just an old timer. In a few moments, Mr. DeMille presents Wallace Beery and Faye Bainter in act two of Salute to the Marines. Candid quizzes are the rage these days. You know, you ask yourself questions and say your appearance, and rate yourself on the answers. Here's what we mean. I'm looking in the mirror. Do I like what I see? First, my hair. Nice and smooth. Becoming hairdo, too. I'll give myself a full ten points on that. Now, for my complexion. Not bad. Not too good, either. Only five points on that, I guess. What's the score on the care you give it? Well, I've been thinking about that. I... I was going to try some real beauty care every night, so as luck-soaked facial screen stars you. Instead of that lick and promise stuff? Well, usually it's late, and I'm tired. Oh, I'll be honest with myself. Guess I rate about three for effort there. Look, you could rate that again easy as pie. Of course I could. I will, too. Me, for an active lather facial with luck soap every single night. Beginning now. And, here's what she does. Moved lots of the luck soap lather well in. Oh, my, but it's creamy. Feels wonderful on my skin. Rinse with warm water. Flash on cold. And now a soft towel to pat skin dry. And it's only a few weeks later that she finds... Boy, my skin really looks a lot fresher. Feels smoother, too. I think I'll give myself ten points for complexion now. Thanks to my luck soap beauty care. Yes, it's true. Regular facials with Hollywood beauty soap do make complexions lovelier. Luck's toilet soap is gentle and mild. Just right to give delicate skin protecting care it needs. Try these luck soap beauty facial screen stars depend on. Let the rich active lather of this fine white soap work for you. Day by day it will help your skin to become softer, smoother, and lovelier to look at. Ask for luck's toilet soap tomorrow. And if your dealer is out of stock due to wartime conditions, he's sure to have more soon. Remember, luck's toilet soap, the beauty soap of the stars is worth waiting for. We pause now for station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. Act two of salute to the Marines. Starring Wallace Beery as Bill Bailey, Faye Bainter as Jenny, with Noor Beery as the Colonel, and Key Luke as Flashy. Bill Bailey, ex-Marine, has retired to the pacifist settlement of Balagan. And the neighbors have turned out in force to welcome him to their midst. On the porch of Jenny's bungalow, Mr. Kaspar, pacifist number one of Balagan, is holding forth on his favorite subject. Speak freely. Every time we listen to the radio from Europe we can thank our lucky stars that such things could never happen here in Balagan. Oh, but I'm afraid we've been neglecting our hosts. Oh, that's all right, that's all right. I've been listening. I suppose as an ex-soldier, Mr. Marine, ex-Marine doctor. Oh, yes. As an ex-Marine, I suppose you don't share our views at all, do you? No. No, doc, I don't guess I do. You see, Mr. Bailey, none of us in Balagan believes that soldiers are really necessary. Nothing personal, of course. I'm used to that. You know, Marine is like a fireman, and he never calls for him until the house is on fire. Soldiers are the weapons of industrial overlords. Yeah, well, I wouldn't know nothing about that, Mr. Kaspar, but I... Mr. Kaspar, my husband is no longer in the service. He's worn his last uniform, thank goodness. Haven't you, William? Yeah, yeah, I'm retired. So, there's really nothing to discuss about it, is there? Well, good afternoon, Mrs. Bailey. I'll be running along. Oh, so soon, doctor. It was nice as it had come, so Bill could meet his new friends. I am sure you will like Balagan, Mr. Bailey. We are simple, home-loving, peaceful people. Yeah, I can see that. You haven't met all of us yet, but we're all the same. Mr. Karatou here runs our radio station. He's an electrical engineer, educated in the United States. Hmm, is that so? Oh, yes. I took my fire at the dog breed at the Cornell. Oh, you went to America and got smart and up. Not bad for a foreigner. Oh, yes, sir. I learned a lot. America's all very smart. Good afternoon, Mr. Bailey. Good afternoon. Thank you for coming. Goodbye, so long. Goodbye. Thank you so much. Goodbye, goodbye. Well, that's over. Now, didn't I tell you, Bill, aren't they lovely people? Yeah, well, maybe they're okay, but not a one of them could get by a good recruitment officer. What they need is some setting up exercises, something to put a ramrod down their back. Bill, stop living in the pub. You've got to learn to relax. Now that you're home, I'm going to show you how. You just leave everything to me. Sure. Here, do you want to finish the rest of these orders? Yeah, I ain't had nothing to eat yet at all. Hey, Jenny, what's this year's salty stuff you got spread on? Oh, yes, sir. I learned a lot. America's all very smart. Good afternoon, Mr. Bailey. Good afternoon. Thank you for coming. Goodbye so long. Goodbye. Thank you so much. Goodbye. Goodbye. Well, that's over. Now, didn't I tell you, Bill, aren't they lovely people? Yeah, well, maybe they're okay, but not a one of them could get by a good recruitment officer. What they need is some setting up exercises, something to put a ramrod down their back. Bill, stop living in the pub. You've got to learn to relax. Now I'm going to show you how. You just leave everything to me. Sure. Here, do you want to finish the rest of these orders? Yeah, I ain't had nothing to eat yet at all. Hey, Jenny, what's this year's salty stuff you got spread on the toast? And chovy taste, dear. Oh, I thought it was some kind of fish. Come on, dear, get to bed. You must be tired. Yeah. Well, that talking kind of got me down. Oh, Bill, it's so good to have your home. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's nice. A real home and real friends. I'm afraid I'll wake up and find out I've been dreaming. No, no, this is the real McCoy. Home is where a man belongs, ain't it, Helen? Well, some men. It is better than the barracks, isn't it? Oh, sure, sure. I feel like a country gentleman. Still miss your old companions? Oh, them lugs? Or if I never see any of them again, that'll be soon enough for me. You know, they was a kind of a bad influence on me. Oh, Bill, you make me so happy. Oh, Jenny. Oh, don't mind me. You don't go right on with your billing and cooing. I'll wash the dishes. Night, Dad. Good night, Helen. Come on now. I'll turn down your bed and you can get a good night. William. Yes, ma'am. William, what are these things? Them? Oh, that... Well, that's... that's a uniform. Jenny, I said address blues. What do you know about that? I found it under your mattress. You did? Well, I was... I was kind of saving it for Halloween. William, you lied to me. Oh, Jenny, now how can you say that? You told me you'd given away every last uniform that you never wanted to see them again. You cheated. You hid this one. Yeah, I guess you're right. Oh, I ain't no good. I ain't got no willpower, especially when it comes to thinking about some other lug wearing my address blues. Oh, I fought and wrestled with temptation, but I lost. Maybe it's because I always had a picture of myself being buried in my blues. Gee, I can see myself right now laid out with my blues and all my medals on my chest. The idea why it's almost sacrilegious. I'll get rid of these right away. No, no, I'll wait, Jenny. When assembly blows up yonder and the Angel Gabriel calls a roll, he ain't never going to recognize Bill Bailey in civilian clothes. Maybe we shouldn't take a chance like that, honey. I'll answer the Angel Gabriel. Good night. Anybody home? Oh, come in, Mr. Casper. Sit down. I can only stay a moment, Mrs. Bailey. I'm, well, frankly, I'm a little embarrassed. What is it? Has Bill done something wrong again? Well, according to the principles we live by, yes. Mrs. Bailey, he's down at the garage. He has all the children of the town there and he and that Filipino boy brought with him. They, well, they're teaching the children to fight. Okay, okay, that's enough kids. Everybody sit down and cool off. Gee, Flashy, I bet you were the greatest fighter in the world. Me, I was the world's champion. But Sergeant Bailey, he could be two world champions if he was not so busy protecting the United States. Ah, Flashy, I wouldn't talk like that. Could you have been Sergeant Bailey? Well, you see, every time I got in a new bunch of boots for training, the first thing I ever did was to offer to lick any man in the outfit. I didn't have no takers. Gee, Marines. Well, they was Marines by the time I got through with them, all right. Sergeant Bailey, tell us how you won that battle of Chateau Thierry single-handed. Oh, well, that, that was mostly luck. I don't like to talk about that. Oh, come on, tell us more about it. Well, okay, all right, I'll tell you a little bit about it. You know the guns got so hot that we could light our cigarettes off of them. Then we ran out of ammunition, so I said, boys, follow me. We'll charge them with the bayonets. Gee, the whole German army? All that was left of them. Why, we charged so fast that we fought our way right straight through Berlin and had to retreat back five miles to capture. Gee. Sure. Just before the battle started, the old general came up to me and he says, Bill Bailey? Oh, oh, yes, yes, kids, there was David way up on the mountainside, tending his little flock of sheep. It's all in the Bible. Williams. Oh, oh, hello, Jenny. I was just telling them they were very good little sheep, too, yes. I spent a lot of time with the good book when I was with the Marines. Jimmy Carson, where did you get that black eye? Frankie gave it to me. Yeah, I gave it to them, but I got one too. See, children, I I think you better go home. Oh, no. No, now go along, hurry up. Now go on. Look, Jenny, they-they was just played. Bill, I'm ashamed of you. What do you suppose their mothers are going to say about this? Well, I don't know. I- Bill, this is the end of my patience. All you've ever done since you came here is just stir up trouble. Oh, Mom, you know I wasn't doing nothing. Neeking away with those boys, drilling them, trying to make Marines out of them. Well, I was just playing, not just... I told you time and again that people here don't like that kind of playing. They're bringing up their children to believe that war and fighting is wrong. You come along and undo all their good works. It's getting so half the village doesn't speak to me. I've heard fifty people say that you were a bad influence. I'm almost sorry I'd wrought through the valley again. Sometimes I think it might have been better if I'd left you in the Marine Corps. Yeah. Maybe you're right, Jenny. The fishing boats! The fishing boats! Hiya, Mr. Casper! Oh, good morning, Mr. Bailey. Pretty busy here today. I like Saturday night the small town. Yes, there's always a stir when the fishing boats come in. People look forward to it. The fishermen spend a couple of days amusing themselves like children. Then they go back to sea again for weeks at a time. Well, they don't look like children to me, Mr. Casper. All jabs, ain't they? Yes, I've known them for years. Peace-loving, peace-sabiding men with hearts of gold. And they've been very good to me. Yeah, I can tell that. You do business with them, Mr. Casper? They bring me merchandise from Japan. They have a great sense of loyalty to their friends. Me? I don't like jabs, boss. That's all right. Plus, I ain't too fond of them myself. All my life I've tried to destroy such prejudices. We must extend the hand of peace and friendship to all men, except them as brothers. But don't expect me to have any brotherly love for one of them, their jabs. Every time I see one, I get boost pimples between my shoulder blades. Hey, them ships look pretty rich for a fisherman's blood that I've ever seen. Steel hulls, high compression diesels. Looks like something built for the Navy, don't it? Oh, the boats belong to a syndicate which employs fishermen. They must be staunchly built in a great cruising range, whilst sometimes they're at sea for months at a time. Travel thousands of miles seeking the best fishing grounds. Fishing grounds, huh? Well, maybe you're right. Maybe. Can't make myself realize it. Only 18 days until Christmas. Maybe I'd feel more Christmasy if I could see a field covered with snow. Oh, my mother, this is going to be the best Christmas the Bailey family ever had. We'll be together. William, we'll be late for church. Now, put down that newspaper, dear. I wouldn't believe that they're a little bowl-legged four-eyed monkey if he was standing on a stack of bibles as high as the Washington Monument. Who? Oh, that there Japanese ambassador, Kurosu. Now, Bill, it says tea's right there in the paper. It must hurt them to print the truth for a change. Mr. Casper says that most of the trouble in the world is stirred up by the newspaper. I don't care what Mr. Casper says. I don't believe Casper, and I don't believe this is your Kurosu guy. Hitler was fought in peace, too, when he went in there and blitzed Holland and Belgium, wasn't he? Oh, I think it's criminal to create bad feelings between the Japanese and ourselves when we've lived in friendship for years. Dad, the Japanese wouldn't fly an ambassador all the way to Washington to talk to you if they didn't mean it, would they? No, I don't know anything about that, but if I were still in the Marines, I'd have double watches set in all the men right on the battle stations. You're not in the Marines, and you are on your way to church. You old calamity holler. Come on now. Okay. Oh, Jenny, you got a dime for me to put in the box when I get there. Here you are, dear. Thank you, Jenny. All men who fear war and rumors of war should heart and under the voice of Isaiah. And they shall despair, soars into plowsheds and their spears into pruning hooks. Nations shall not lift up soars against nations. Neither shall they learn war any more. What was it? Japanese bombers. Bombers? Come on. Don't worry about me. I can walk, take care of the others. Let me hold him. No, please, Mrs. Carson, don't let him. Please don't. What is it? It's little Jimmy Carson. He's dead. Give him here. I'll carry him home. My baby. Get back in that church and get the injured out. Wait. Listen, boss, that Mr. Casper. He's making a speech. Casper? Where? Over here. All the people listening. Use them to drive the Americans who made you slaves into the sea. The Americans are your enemies. Haven't they always? You hear what he says? He's your friend? Well, he was this little boy's friend, too. This little kid I'm holding in my arms. He patted him on the head. Used to feed him candy. He sat at the same table with his mother and father and ate their bread and butter. This is what happens to his friends. The same thing will happen to you. He calls himself Henry Casper. Ask him what his real name is. Henry Casper, I'm proud of it. Major in the Army of the Phillip. Your name is rat. You came here with a flag of the United States wrapped around you, protected by the laws and the rights of the Americans. But all the time you were just a dirty, crawling, filthy, bilge rat. Squealing about peace in the brotherhood of man. Listen, folks. He says you're not Americans. I say that you are. You might not have been born in pure Illinois, but you're just as good Americans as anybody that was. You are fool. You wouldn't say for it if you listened to him. The bombers will come again and the Japanese troops are on the way. Sure, but this time we'll be ready for him. Why is he here? Take this boy home. I got to beat up on a Nazi. Why are you? Let me go. Let go. So you're a Nazi major, are you? Well, I'm a United States Sergeant Marine major. Folks, you heard what he said. The Japs are on their way. Well, you know what that means. None of you people want a war, but you're getting it just the same. War's like a sickness. Nobody wants it. That's millions of people get it. When you get sick, you send for a doctor. When you get a war, you send for a soldier. That's me. I'm giving orders from here on. Get all those women and children out of there. Get them across that there belligate bridge on the highway. We've got to evacuate them before the Japs get here. All right, hurry up. Get going. A decent remission, Mr. DeMille returns with Wallace Berry and Faye Bainter for Act III of Salute to the Marines. Now, here comes Libby Collins, our Hollywood reporter. Libby, you had me scared there for a minute. I was afraid you weren't going to get here. Sorry, Mr. Kennedy, I was almost late. But don't blame me. It's all because of Joan Fontaine. Explain, Libby. Well, I just saw a preview of her latest picture. And it was so fascinating, I sat here twice. Oh, now I understand, Libby. I'd sit through any picture twice that had Joan in it. She's lovely in this one, Mr. Kennedy. In spite of the severe hairdo and the prim bonnet she wears in the role of the Victorian Governor. Well, who minds a prim bonnet if Joan's charming features are under it? And her lovely complexion. A luxe complexion, you know. Truly, Mr. Kennedy, I've never seen a smoother, softer skin than Joan's. And especially in the close-ups, you notice what a luminous look it has. I know what you mean, Libby. A flower-like. Yes, Mr. Kennedy. And for that delicate skin of hers, Joan Fontaine needs a real beauty soap. That's why she uses luxe toilet soap. She says she uses it every day, too. Never neglects her active-latter facials because they're a real beauty age. Lovely women everywhere say that. They find luxe toilet soap a really gentle care. The latter is so rich and creamy. Yes, screen stars say it's just like smoothing beauty in-to-use luxe soap. And I think every woman who tries it will agree. Now, there's a tip right from Hollywood. Nine out of ten screen stars use this fine white soap, you know. So why not discover what daily luxe toilet soap care can do for your complexion? See how smooth it makes your skin feel. What new freshness it brings. And remember, it's patriotic not to waste soap. Luxe toilet soap is hard milled to last, but you'll find it lasts even longer if you always put it in a soap dish that's dry. Now, Mr. DeMille returns to the microphone. One of our stars has just come back from an exciting journey. We'll find out about it after the play. Now the curtain rises on the third act of salute to the Marines, starring Wallace Bairie and Faye Bainter with Noah Bairie and Key Luke. The village of Balagan is in flames. An ex-Marine Bailey has taken over command. Alone, he stands in the rubble littered streets directing evacuation. But now, around the corner, appears a welcome sight. Three leather necks leading a platoon of Filipino soldiers. Mostly, Saunders! Hiya, Sarge! Where'd you guys come from? We're up the coast a couple of miles on maneuver. We heard the farms, we come down the run. Who's commanding? Lieutenant James, you'll be here in a little while. I see you've got meetings. We're on that hill. The same place that we worked out the last problem. Okay, Sarge. We'll stay here and defend this village from house to house. Three to three, rock to rock. Yeah, we've got a delaying action, huh? That's right. Okay. The Dapskets here will keep on evacuating the natives. Wait, you've got a radio man? Yeah, we've got Joseph. He can send. Pick up four men and take them over that station down the street. Tell headquarters what's happening here and tell them we need help. Right. The Dapskets across that Balagan bridge, they'll overrun the whole country in a couple of hours. Tell the Colonel we'll hold it as best began as we can send a demolition spot. We've got most of them out, Sergeant. What about Mrs. Bailey, Doc? She's down at the bridge with Helen. They're helping take care of the injured. You better get along down there, too, Doc. No. I want a rifle, please. Sometimes it's more important to be a man than a doctor. Okay, we can use men here. Boss, the Dapskets are landing. See? Yeah. Fishermen in uniform, huh? Well, let them come. Take your positions. Get on those machine guns. We'll give them their monkeys a dose of their own surprise. There they are, Sergeant. I'll make the ranger, but I'll hold you out. No. 85, no elevation. Okay. Here they come. I'll let them have it. That's it. Look at them monkeys go down. Ha-ha! Hey, you were right, Sergeant. 85 on the nose. Keep it going, you men. Hey, Sergeant, what's the matter? They got tanks with them. Tanks, huh? Well, let's see. Yeah. Okay. Both of them. All the boys to fall back. We'll have to now. They've got those guns right on us. Tell them to fall back to regroup at Lieutenant James' position on the hill. Fall back, guys! Follow me! Sergeant Bailey reporting, sir. Keep down, Sergeant. I'm Lieutenant James. Yes, sir? All the women and children got up at the bridge all right. Thanks to you. Me, sir? They told me you had this evacuation plan two months ago. I just figured we'd pay it kind of safe, that's all. What are your orders, sir? I think you know this position better than I do. You run the show, Sergeant. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. The way I see it, those Japs are in a hurry to get across the Baligan Bridge. They'll come right up through here and right up the hill. It's the shortest route. And will you stay here? Yes, sir. I figured the Colonel will have that demolition squad here pretty soon. Then we can fall back across the bridge just before they blow it up. Good. We'll stay. Here they come again. Keep down. Short bursts, you guys. Say that ammunition. They got those tanks moving now. Soldiers! Don't let those tanks get behind us. Take three men and fall back and protect the road. Come on, guys. Use three. Take 20 grenades. You'll need them. Sergeant, can those Filipino boys handle a job like that? Yes, sir. I train those boys. That's good enough for me. Hey, Sergeant. He's the mission. Huh? Who? Bill. Bill. Jenny. Here. Get on quick. What are you doing here? I figured you were across that bridge. I thought there might be some here who needed help. Where's Helen? She's safe with the others. Dear Bill, I've brought this for you. What's that? Look at the house and fear. Where my uniform, huh? I dressed blue. Put the coat on. Yeah. Maybe I'll feel more comfortable again, huh? Hey, you better watch it, sir. I think I spot those blues a mile away. Well, you let them. I want them. How do I look for them? Oh, Bill. I think you look grand. They've fallen back. We ought to feel plattered, Sergeant. It's not everything they had at us. From all directions. Yes, sir. How you doing, Jenny? Fine. But I could use some more bandages. Look, Mom. You've done enough here. I'll send a couple of the boys back with you. Try and make the bridge, huh? They're still wounded here, Bill. Yes, but... As long as they're wounded, they need someone to take care of them. Anyway, you can't spare any men. I'm staying here. But look, Jenny... Hey, the tail is feeling up to the bridge. Yeah. We've got the demonstration target set. Any orders? Wait a second. Walls back across the bridge. That's a good trick if we can do it. Okay, Mom. Here we go. We're getting out. What about the wounded? You'll have to carry them. Up you go, boys. Watch it. Keep down. Keep down. Oh! Sergeant, they come back of us. They surround us. Yeah, well... I guess we're staying here, then. Bill, isn't that disobedient of orders? Still got a sense of humor, huh? Hey, mostly. Yeah? Sentimental to the colonel. Tell him we can't accept his invitation due to a previous engagement. There's a jet plane, Sergeant. Yeah. They stop firing down below. I guess they're going to let the plane finish us off. There goes the bridge. Well, nobody's going to use that for a long time. That's right. Nobody's going to cross that. Well, it's been a pleasure serving under you, sir. Oh, stop. I don't break no salute. I think you do. Here he comes. Give it to him. Nice shooting, there, flashy. Some fight, huh? This better than Madison Square Garden. Yeah. I'm some manager, ain't I, champ? Sure. You got instructions for this round? Sure I have. You Filipino boys are going to pick up them guns and disappear open to the woods. That's the kind of fighting you know best. Come on. What are you waiting for? Get moving. No, go. We stay here and fight with you. No. No, no. No, you ain't. You're going to fight all right, but you're going to fight the biggest battle of your life. You're all going to win new titles. You know this ain't just a little skirmish that's going to be over in one afternoon. Them Japs are going to try and climb all over these islands. Killing them off is going to be a full-time job for all of you from now on. Now remember all the things I taught you and used them. So long, champ. Okay. Maybe they tried to climb over these islands, but there are going to be a lot of us can climb over them too. Sure. Well, you stay right in there and keep punching. Champ, you hear? Carry out the orders. Sure, boss. Sure. Watch it. Jenny, Jenny, you okay? I'm fine. I had a girl. Bill, it's hopeless, isn't it? Oh, I don't know. There should be. I know it too. Bill, I didn't realize all those 30 years while we were living them that they were leading up to just this one moment. I'm proud of you, Bill. Oh, mom. Then I'm proud. So proud of that uniform. So am I, mom. I only wish the Marines had a uniform for women, too. Well, maybe they will before the war's over. You know, it's too bad the Colonel wasn't here, mom. He'd have enjoyed this. I bet maybe I'd get that decoration too. It is my privilege to present this highest of all decorations for Valor to his next again, Sergeant Helen Bailey, United States Marine Corps Women's Reserve. Sergeant Helen Bailey, received this in honor of a truly great Marine, your father, with the gratitude and in the name of the Congress of the people of the United States. We won't worry about the future of this great radio drama as long as we can get troopers like Wallace Beary and Pabainter. Thank you, CB. Always glad to get back here. You know, Pay, Wally's career has changed rather drastically since the First World War, which was the last time I had him in a picture. He played heavy, then, didn't he? Yeah, I'm pretty heavy now. But not villainous, Wally. In 1917, you played a German general for me. At one time or another, in the last 30 years, I told you, about every type of part pictures could invent. Every kind except leading lady. Pay, I hate to contradict the lady, but in my very first film in 1911, I played a Swedish maid. That performance alone set pictures back 20 years. 1911 was a long time ago, Wally. Why, as seen before, the women had luck soaked for a confection care. That's something I wouldn't want to give up. I've used it for years. The sailors say the same thing about Luxopay. I wonder if you'd tell us something about the trip you've just made to the camps. We played the soldier, sailors, Marines, Mr. Milk. But I discovered what entertainment really can mean, and we hit one small camp at the mountains where they hadn't even seen a woman in weeks. I've been in the theater since I was four years old. And this is the greatest thrill that's ever been for me. We're leaving for another tour tomorrow. Well, the best of luck to you, Pay. What's on the fire next week, CD? A romantic and tuneful drama of old San Francisco Wally. It's the 20th Century Fox musical hit Hello Frisco Hello. And our star is Alice Faye. Alice Faye plays an entertainer of the Barbary Coast Day. And you'll hear the big song hits that send everybody out of the theater humming. Our guarantee next Monday will not be a blue Monday if you join us for Hello Frisco Hello. I wish I could sing like Alice Faye. Good night, CB. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. All sponsors, the makers of Lux Toilet Soap, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night. When the Lux Radio Theater presents Alice Faye in Hello Frisco Hello. This has to be the male thing. Good night to you from Hollywood. Heard in tonight's play where Louise Arthur, Alex Haver, Charlie Lung, Robert Harris, Paula Winslow, Tommy Cook, Vicks Davis, Fred Mackay, Charles Seal, Stanley Farrar, Jack Mather, Ed Emerson.