 Eileen Wolfen and your host, Gordon McRae. Our choir is out of the direction of Norman Lubov, and our music is arranged and conducted by Carmen Dragon. Yes, tonight another great musical success is brought to you by the American Railroad. The same railroads that also bring you most of the food you eat, the clothes you wear, the fuel you burn, and all the other things you use in your daily life. And now, here is Gordon McRae. Thank you and good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Well, our show tonight is the work of two men who wrote such recent hits as Oklahoma, Carousel, and Allegro. Richard Rogers and Oscar Hammerstein II. Yes, the Association of American Railroads brings you the 20th Century Fox Technicolor production, State Fair. Our State Fair is a great State Fair. The missions won't even relay. It's dollars who don't answer our State Fair. It's a fantastic State Fair. Appearing in our version of this award-winning motion picture is a young lady with whom I've had the pleasure of making many popular recordings. Lovely Joe Stafford. Joe plays the part of the girl I fall in love with. Well, another lovely young lady, Miss Eileen Wilson, plays my sister. For myself, well, I play Wayne, a typical American boy, on a typical American farm in Iowa. Hearts are light and hopes are high as we prepare for that great American institution, the State Fair. Tonight for singing, the moon is right and high, and somewhere a burden... Birkhouse. Oh, Wayne, go away and don't bother me. Oh, come on, we're leaving for the State Fair tonight. This is no time to be loaning around on a four-swing moping. I'm not moping. Well, the least you could do is to win and help Mom with her mincemeat and pickles. Pickles. I always thought State Fair meant fun and romance, but all it means for this family is eating pickles and hogs. Oh, hey, you've met an allied dad here. You're talking about blue boys, though we were an ordinary hog. Remember, we have a champion Hampshire boar in the family. All right, so is a boar. And so is this whole business. I only hope this year something different will happen, or I can meet someone new for a change. Hey, this isn't like you, sis. Come on, tell me what's the matter. I don't know, Wayne. The willow in a wind storm. I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a train. I'd say that I have, but I know, like a knight in gale without a song. I've planned everything Eleanor and I are going to do for the whole three days. You can afford to be happy. Your girlfriend's going along. Yeah, too bad Harry can't make it. Harry, that's square. You know what he spent all last evening telling me about? The farm we're going to live on after I'm married, and if I ever do, everything modern, scientific irrigation, electric milking, no horses, just crafters. Well, that's not the type of thing you want at all. Is it, sis? You haven't heard the worst. He wants to tear down that sweet old farmhouse and put up a brief abrogated one. The nolium on every floor. Oh, every room a bathroom, eh? I'll be just ducky for you, won't it? Air-conditioned patent leather farmhouse on your ultra-modern, scientific farm. Dreamline heaven. No time. Clutter your veranda. Meta-metal thing, creepers. Nothing you slur. Coming, dad. I'll be back in a minute, sis. Walking down a street. My dear little Margie, I've made the world a ruby for your fingering and things. I love you. I love you. I love you. What? My darling. Margie, my darling. You are beautiful. And in a melancholy way, that it might as well... You can't go to the fairway. I'm sorry, Wayne. Oh, cute. What is it, Mother? Come along. Anybody know where dad went? The moment we arrived, he went over to the swine civilian with Blue Boy. That's probably where he'll be till it's time to leave. Are you sure we can't help you with the trailer, Mom? No, dear. You and Margie run down to the midway and enjoy yourself. Just get back in time for dinner. Okay. Come on, Margie. Bye, Margie. No, I think I'll just walk around the midway. You don't mind riding alone do you? Of course not. I'll see you back at the trailer. Okay. You do the hang-on with a dip. Don't worry. Margie's hugging me like this. I'm Pat Gilbert. I might be fake, and I'm really not hugging you. Of course, I could be wrong. Here's the tunnel. It's nearly over. Want to go around again? No thanks. I better not. Goodbye, and thank you. Hey, Margie, you'll stay for down here? Oh, I thought you... Change my mind. When you walked away, I watched the way your hair bounced up and, uh, kinda cute like you. Well, here I am. But I don't know you. All you know about me is that my hair bounces when I walk. Everybody's hair bounces. Mine doesn't. Suppose there's anything wrong with me walking you back to the campground while we figure out if there's something we do have in common? No. Nothing wrong, but... Then what are we waiting for? It ought to be fun finding out what we like. Or it might be dull. What do we do if it's dull? Well, one of us just says, let's break it up. No hard feelings. Agreed? Agreed. Let's go. Well, let's find out about you first. What do you do? Work here at the fair? Not exactly. I'm covering the fair for my newspapers at the morning register. Not the greatest job in the world right now, but my boss has promised me a chance to go to Chicago to do a column of my own. I think I'm ready. I'll be big time someday. I'm sure you will. Uh, I guess I'd better go the rest of the way along. Yeah. I might be a little hard and you'll pull me again. If you want to say, let's break it up. Oh no. I mean, for you? Don't worry about me. Any time I want to break it up, you will know it. I just won't be there. See you tonight. All right. And let my brother as most of them wants me to go with him. Good to see you. Like another frozen custard, Emily? Oh, no, thank you, Elaine. I have to go to work now. I think Miss Tommy Thomas stand over at the dance pavilion. You're, you're a fan. I hope so. Well, that's nothing so awful, is it? I guess I look to you like a dumb country yokoo flirted with an actress. Oh, you're wrong, Wayne. When you travel all the time and never see a familiar face, it gets very lonely. Before he spoke to me, I felt lost there on the midway. Everyone was laughing and having such fun with their friends. But I was estranged. You said hello, and I had a friend, too. Well, I watched you for a long while before I finally got the nerve to speak. I know. I thought you'd never get the nerve. Just think, if your sweetheart back home had been able to come to the fair, we'd never have missed. Oh, Eleanor isn't really my girl. I guess that we've been thrown together ever since we were kids. We just grew up together then, so all of us. Well, it's nothing at all like... Like what? When I saw you standing in the sun and you were... I know what I like and I like what I saw. Hey, sis. Have a good time this afternoon. Wonderful. What about you? Oh, it couldn't have been better. Well, fair this year, huh? Yes, well. Here's the soap. You better wash. The dinner's almost ready. Okay, thanks. You going back to the midway this evening? Uh, yes. I want to see a fellow I met this afternoon. You don't mind? Oh, no. I have a date, too. Uh, with a girl I met. I saw you standing in the sun. I know what I like and I like what I saw. Wonderful time this afternoon. Hi, Mom. Oh, we sure did. Terrific. Oh, I wish your father was enjoying himself instead of brooding over that old pig. Hey, something wrong with Blue Boy? Oh, your father's worried because Blue Boy insists on lying down in his stall all the time. If you ask me, he's just exhausted from the trip. I hope that's all it is. There'll be no living with Father Blue Boy. It doesn't win the grand prize. He'll be all right for the judging tomorrow. The thing I'm happiest about is the way you two perked up. Well, I guess it's a fair, Mom. So many people laughing and enjoying themselves. It's only natural for some of us to rub off with Margie and me. Hey, now there's a guy with the right idea. It's a grand night for a singin' Somewhere a bird who is bound, he'll be heard. Throwing his heart at the sky, I think I'll shine in. What's being in the world? Where's the kid? All that gone to the midway. How's Blue Boy? Looking like the finest boy in the state. All that was wrong with that hog was that he was lonesome. For the spring feverish. Now, Abel, I know you get to think in a Blue Boy almost like a human being. But a hog with spring fever? Well, it's true, Mom. He just laid there, turned it drowsy-like. She'll haink pretty, brought in his prize-style as Morality. And put her in the stall across from Blue Boy. Well, sir, she oinks at him and he oinks at her. And starts struttin' around that stall like the King of the Fair. He'll win the grand prize, sure. Oh, of course he will, Abel. When I help me carry my pickles and mincemeat over to the exhibition hall. Judges, first thing in the morning. Sure, a waste of time. Why don't those judges just come over here and hand you the blue ribbons? No one in the state can touch your pickles and mincemeat. Oh, Abel. Oh, dear. You thought I did right and that the children go off to the midway by themselves? Oh, they can take care of themselves. I can see the two of them now throwing dots of balloons trying to win a Cupid Dog. How do you feel, Bobby Locke? Of course not, Pat. Fair's wheels don't frighten me. Look at all those ants down there. They think they're people. Don't they look funny? Yeah. Pat, have you heard any more about that job in Chicago? No, not yet, but I will any day now. Tomorrow's the last day of the fair. We'll see each other, won't we? If you like, right after the judging, unless you want to say, let's break it up. Not on your life. I told you, I just wouldn't be there if that happened. I'll meet you by the roller coaster, okay? Okay. Who'd be coming from? Dance pavilion. Not a bad orchestra. A cute singer, too. But I'm my type. I'm glad. Oh! What's the matter? That looks like my brother's standing there by the bandstand. Well, you can't prove it by me. From this distance, one ant looks just like another. He's strong. I don't know if anything else I'd rather be doing. Anyway, we can, I mean, can we go somewhere after the show, maybe have something to eat? Oh, I can't tonight, Wayne. It's Marty's birthday. Well, who's Marty? I'm one of the boys in the band. We're giving him a surprise party. Would you like to come? Accounting? I'm being alone with you. I know. I'd like that better, too. But we cooked up this party a week ago, and it's going to be in my room at the hotel, and, well, I just can't back out now. I guess not. I was counting us being alone tonight. There's something I wanted to tell you. You sound awfully serious, Wayne. Well, I am serious. Oh, don't sound like that. You look like you'd forgotten all the fun we've had together. I'm not a girl for sentimental crimes. I never go further on. Isn't it kind of fun to be together? And fun to look in each other's eyes. Swapping romantic dreams and fun. Corousing around the town kind of fun. Thing across the table. But haven't you got a hunch that this is the real McCoy? And all the things we tell each other. Intent to bust up. But haven't you got a hunch that this is the real McCoy? And all the things we tell each other. Yeah, that hunch you're not, but I certainly do. Well, it's almost time for my next number. I have to go, really. Can I see you tomorrow here? If you like. Oh, that's well. I'll be here right after the judging and the pavilion. Where are you, his mother? Your pickles were the best in the state. And did you see the looks on their faces when they tasted your mincemeat? Well, you have to be before they put Esmeralda in the pen next to it. Get up, blue boy. Come on, blue boy, get up. Look at your poor father. The judges are disgusted. Look, look at Esmeralda. Her class is just next and she's at the gate of the hall. The act which we mentioned a little while ago that one person living on the farm of America today is now for Act 3 of State Fair, starring Joe Stafford, Eileen Wilson, and your host, Gordon Macrae. But Emily, all the things we said last night, was that just kidding? Oh, no, Wayne, it wasn't kidding. But, well, we were just two people. You had to share. Ellen loved it, didn't we? Well, that's the part of it I didn't bother for. Well, then why don't I go to Chicago with the band tonight? Why can't you meet my father and mother and go home with us tomorrow? Oh, Wayne, I see. I should have told you before, but I was afraid to spoil something. It was just too... I, uh, put up a year ago. He never worked, thought it was his generation's answer to Casanova. I've never looked at another man since. Until knowing you made me believe that I had arrived to a little happiness too. Well, that's my number. Please wait for me, Wayne. I'll be right back after this song. Don't go, Wayne. And I like what I saw, and I said to myself, you're a dumb country yokel who flirted with an actor. Oh, hi, sis. It's getting late. We'd better get back to the trailer. You've seen everything anyway, haven't you? No, I've... I've been waiting right here by the roller coaster all evening. I had an engagement, I thought. Oh. Don't worry about me, Bobby Lux. When I want to break it up, you'll know it. I just won't be there. Melissa, did the kids seem kind of funny to you? I mean, since we got home from the fair, they act worried. Oh, tired, perhaps. He slept down after the excitement. Isn't that right, children? What, mother? Well, I was telling your father. I thought you were slept down after the fair. Yeah, you can say that again. I never want to see another fair. All you do is meet a lot of people who play you for a sucker and have some laughs at your expense. So now on, brother, I'm staying here with my kind of people. I'll see you later. Where are you off to, son? Well, I thought I'd go see Eleanor, she called and said she was trying some chicken. I won't be home for dinner. I thought he'd straighten out the minute he heard from Eleanor. What about you, Margie? Didn't you have a good time at the fair, either? Oh, there's a bone. You answered, Margie. It's probably Harry for you. That's what I'm afraid of. Pat, what happened? Why didn't you meet me? I had to leave town. Chicago? Yeah. Did they give you your own call? Pat, that's wonderful. How long do you have to stay in Chicago? I'm not in Chicago. You're not? No, I'm right here in town. You're in town? Uh-huh. Can I come out to see you? Oh, of course. Just talk about the north road and keep going till you see me. And hurry. Sis, you want a ride? Please, just part way into town. It's right on your way to Eleanor's. Sure. Hop in. I'm Matt Gray, giving a big vote of thanks to our excellent...