 The Lone Ranger! A fiery horse with a speed of light, a clown of dust, and a hearty hi-yo silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. Ah, the good old days. Back when people were old-fashioned, and the things your grandmother used to bake were fresh and piping hot. Well, at the marita bakeries, things haven't changed much over the years, like marita old-fashioned enriched white bread. There's a seal on every loaf that says, marita guarantees freshness, and is sold fresh through day shown on the twist tie. Maintain freshness by storing at room temperature. And when marita says old-fashioned, it means it's made from a rich, old-fashioned recipe. And that means it's fresh. The idea of fresh anything, especially fresh bread, has been around for a long time. But folks forget what really old-fashioned freshness tastes like. That's why there's marita. Marita enriched white bread. It has a freshness and taste that hasn't been around for a long time. That's a fresh idea that's very old-fashioned. Music With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask writer of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! Let's go, people! I am Silver! For several weeks, Tipsy Malone and Tar Farrell had been on the dodge after escaping from state's prison. They were standing at the bar of the trailside tavern in the town of Sandstone, when Tipsy observed a young man over six feet tall moving toward them. The shining badge the man had pinned to his vest prompted Tipsy to say, take it easy, Tar. Here comes a loss, so I see. They'll pass him and maybe we won't have to shoot our way out of here, right? When did you mavericks hit town? Recent. What's your business here? We're just passing through. We'll drink up and get moving. Just a minute, Tin Star. We just got here. You got no right to run us out of town. Don't give me any of your left move. Get going! Hey, let me finish my drink! I said move! Come on, Tar. Let's get out of here. We're not looking for trouble. All right. I guess he means business. If I catch you in town again, I'll throw you in a jail. Why'd you run them out, bud? They look like a couple of tramps to me. If he bummin' drinks, the next thing you know. The long ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, had been on the trail of the two outlaws. A few miles from town, the masked man and Indian had made camp, but the saddle remained on the back of the Great Horse Silver. Why, you leave saddle and silver, Timo Sabi. It'll be dark by the time we finish supper, and I'm going to ride into town. Oh, you look for tipsy Malone, Tar Farrell? No, Toto. They might recognize me in spite of a disguise. Why'd you go to town? I want to see Sheriff Jim Whalen and tell him who I'm looking for. He can search the town. I don't like to interfere in a lawman's domain. They resent it. That's right. Me take supper. A long ranger established his identity with a silver bullet and won the confidence of Sheriff Jim Whalen. When he explained his mission, Sheriff Whalen reached into the drawer of his desk and brought out a handbill. They got a handbill on those two just a couple of days ago now. The reward for them has been boosted up to 5,000 dollars. They have the appearance of being more or less harmless. They don't be fooled by a sheriff when and if you meet them. They'll strike you just as quickly and just as deadly as a rattlesnake. You seem to know. Well, I've captured them twice. And twice they've escaped from prison. I have a young deputy named Bud Titus. I'd better warn him about those two. Warning? Yes. Bud will make a good lawman one of these days, but right now he's overconfident to the point of being careless. It'll pay him to be careful with tipsy Malone and Tar Farrell. Here he comes now. Perhaps it'll be better for him not to see me, Sheriff. He's inclined to be careless. He might talk in his entry. You step in the side room there. I'll get rid of him in a few minutes. All right, I'll be ready. Yeah, hello, Bud. What are you laughing about, Chief? I just ran a couple of armories out of town about an hour ago. threw them out of the trailside tavern. What for? Yeah, they were a couple of tramps. Hadn't shaved in a month and they were covered with dust and grime. Did they have any money on them, Bud? I didn't take the time to find out. Why? Look, you can't run people out of town. Hey, don't want you doing that again, Bud. All right, Sheriff. I won't if you say so. Now I'll get on down the street. Oh, hey, hey, just a minute, Jim. Yeah? Yeah, take a look at this handle here. What? $5,000 reward. Hey. What's the matter? Nothing, Sheriff. I'll, uh, I'll go take a look for those two outlaws. Yeah? I'd sure like to collect that reward. Hey, if you find them, don't run them out of town. Just lock them up. But be careful. They're dangerous. Did you see his face when he left here, Sheriff? As you did. He turned his red as a beat when he read that handle. That he's not fooling me. And then he ran out of town to the ones you've been trailing. I bet my spurs on it. I think you're right. I'll keep watch here in town. If I nab those two, I'll let you know. Good enough. For camp south of the old mill race, about a mile. Howdy-o, Sheriff. Howdy-o, Steve. The next morning when Sheriff Whelan unlocked his office door, he found a shamed-faced young deputy sheriff waiting on the steps. Well, come in, Dad. You're up early, aren't you? Yeah. I didn't sleep her well last night. Those bums you ran out of town last night had a $5,000 reward on their head. Yeah. And I knew it the minute I read the handle. But I... I didn't have the nerve to admit it last night. Now I'm quitting. I'm not fit to be alone. No, no, no. You're wrong, bud. You've learned the lesson. I won't accept your resignation. You mean that, Sheriff? I mean every word of it. But under the circumstances, I'm going to have to change your work for a spell. What do you mean? Well, I'll take over patrol work again. You can serve paper subpinis and the like, eh? A process, sir. Offer a spell, at least. Sheriff, you can take the process service job yourself. I don't want it. Now, hold on, bud. Don't be so hot-headed. Eh, what will Mary Simpson say when you tell her you've quit your job? Mary and I'll get along. Don't you worry about us. Here's my badge, Sheriff. I'm turning it in. All right, bud. But when you cool off, come back and get it, eh? I thought, bud, I'd learned the lesson. But it looks like I was wrong, eh? Maybe I'd better have a talk with Mary. After Bud Titus stormed out of the Sheriff's office, he walked through town for about an hour, fuming to himself. As his anger subsided, he began to realize how much his fit of temper had cost him. Not only had he quit a job he liked, but he also had upset his plans to wed Mary Simpson, the daughter of a rancher. He decided to go to Mary and tell her everything that had happened. He, uh, he said I could get my badge back when I cooled off, but Mary will be mighty humiliating to go back and ask for it. But if you say I shall... No, not now, bud. Not until after you've proved yourself. And I think I can help you. If this hadn't happened, Bud, I wouldn't let you risk your life. But I know you're brave and willing. But early this morning, Dad and his range crew rode to the North Range to round up some strength. I rode along with them for a few miles just for the exercise. On the way back, I rode by the old mill race. At a distance, I saw two men. They were too far for me to see them closely, but, well, they were eating by campfire, and I'm sure that one of them was wearing a mask. You mean you think they're tipsing the lone and tar-fowl? They could be. I know they're outlawed. And it's possible that they're the two you had trouble with. Where'd you say they were? In the Cedar Grove, about a mile this side of the mountain mill race. Oh, we're picnic there ourselves. Yeah, yeah, I know the spot. Well, Mary, here's where I get my job back. Get your horse out. I'll be back with that pair in less than 30 minutes. You can ride into town and see me deliver him to Sheriff Wayland. All right, but do be careful, bud. Don't let them see you riding in their direction. Hey, wards, I'll hide my horse in the brush and go in on foot to take him. Easy, boy. Now, Mary, get a horse saddle. I'll be ready when you get some. Right. Come on, get one. The Lone Ranger and Toto were saddling their horses, but a voice spoke sharply, and the youthful deputy came from the trees. Here we are. You must happy. Man, let's go. Get your hands up over there. All right, do as he says, Toto. That's it. I'll keep my... Well, you're not the two I expected to find, but you will do for the time being. I'll just take your guns, mister, so you don't get any foolish ideas. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Remember way back when, when you were a kid growing up, you always found time to make a side trip to the little grocery store down the block. That's where you'd find the big display of Mickey snack cakes. Remember? Didn't it make you happy to pick up a devil delight and take a whiff? What a chocolaty smell. And remember the coconut sprinkled Jim Jams or the cream filled banana flips? Well, today, Merida bakeries still make the Mickey snack cakes you used to love as a kid. That's why Mickey snack cakes are called smile food. The bakers know they're spreading smiles and sunshine wherever Mickey snack cakes are sold. Find a little neighborhood grocery store today or a big modern supermarket. Look for the display of Mickey snack cakes. They're all there like you used to remember. The devil delights, the Jim Jams, the banana flips. Treat yourself to some fresh memories. Treat yourself to a Mickey snack cake. Have a smile on us. Now to continue. When young Bud Titus was told by his sweetheart, Mary Simpson, about two men she had seen camped north of the mill race, he decided they must be the two outlaws who had caused all his trouble. Reading her at the ranch house to wait for his return, he went to capture them. Instead of Tipsy Malone and Tar Farrell, he found the low ranger and tonto who had just saddled their horses and quickly got the drop on them. I'll take those guns, mister. Are we ready to tell? I am, but you are not. Where's your horse? Back in the bush. We'll pick him up on the way. You walk, I'll ride that big stallion. Just keep your hands high like I'm mounted. Hold that boy boy. Come on, you lose guns. I'll take that gun. No you don't, don't worry. Let's go on it. There. I'll get to your feet, Titus. They're pretty smart, whistling to that horse, making him throw me. I'll take my own gun. There. What are you going to do with me? After I unload your gun, I'll let you go. Let me go? After I tried to shoot you? You thought you were doing your duty? Only you made a mistake trying to arrest us. Here's your gun, bud. I don't savages. When you get back to town, give this to the sheriff. He'll explain. A bullet. A silver bullet. Get your horse and head back to town. Oh, and bud? Yeah. Don't try sneaking back here. I don't know I'll be watching for you the next time. I'll get you. Bye, horse. He can get red face when I'm sure bullet the sheriff. That lad's learning fast. He let his prisoners ride the next time while he walks behind and covers them. That's right. He makes big mistake when he mounts silver. The chagrin bud Titus headed back into the bush and got his horse. He dreaded facing Mary Simpson and admitting he had been outwitted by the men she had seen. But he decided he'd have to face her before he returned to town to see the sheriff. Meanwhile, Tipsy Malone and Tar Farrell ruled through a draw and were headed toward the river when Tipsy stopped suddenly. Hey, boy! Hey, boy! The draw, Tipsy. Look who's riding this way. Hey, that's a tin-styled buddha that's out of town. All right. Here's where we square counts with him. Now, quick. Get in the bush. Come on, get up, get up, get up. Get it. Rain on, missus! Watch your head! Ho, ho, ho! That's the horse, Tar. I got it. Ho, ho! Hey, boy! Yes, you recognize us. Don't you, tin-star? Yeah, I know you. You're a murdering pole cat. Climb down off that horse and be quick about it. Busy, boy. Take his gun, Tar. You got it? Now, search him. You might have another one in his pocket. Easy now. Hey. What's this? It's just a bullet. Titsy, take a look at this bullet. What about it? It's a silver bullet. Hey, sir, I see. Where were you when a masked man gave you that silver bullet? None of your business where I was. Is the Indian with him? The Indian named Tar now? Yes, but that... No. No, I mean to say he wasn't... You said funny. Well, go ahead. You got all you want from me. Why don't you shoot me? Not just yet. Tar, here, Titsy. Get the rope off the saddle. We'll tie him up and leave him here while we follow the back rail and find that masked man in his bag. Hooray, hooray, hooray. Hey, good morning, ma'am. Sheriff, I'm so glad to see you. After he told me about resigning, I told him about the two men I met. Mellie Simpson told Sheriff Whelan about it going after the two men she had seen camped in the Cedar Grove. And a few minutes ago, I heard a shot. He hasn't come back yet, and I'm afraid... Hey, see, he shouldn't have gone after them. He's been alone. He should have come into town for me. I'd have met him on the trail. Oh, Sheriff, we've got to do something. Then I'll ride down there and see what's happening. My horse is paddle. I'm going with you. You can show me where it is. Hey, Mellie, you hear that? Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray. Hey, she must come for help. Yes, ma'am. I know his horse. You ride at ease, brother. He's just ahead of us. Get up, these ropes don't be quick. Yeah, what happened, buddy? I'll tell you what, he cut these ropes, but hurry. The campfire tipsy. It's still smoking. Yeah. There's five prints of two horses. And the big ones must have been made by that white stallion. They've grown. Luckily, they figure the tin stag will get help from the back for them. Yeah, no doubt of it. What do we do? Pick up their trail and follow it. It's fresh. We won't have any trouble tracking them. What about that young deputy we tied up? Let him rot. The buzzards will find him. Come on, let's get mounted. Get your hands off me. Hey, what's happening? Look, the masked man got him down, Tar. Come on, fellow. He won't get me. Shoot him, Tar. Tar! Bud Titus told his story to Sheriff Whelan and Mary Simpson as they cut the ropes that bound him. The old sheriff had been strangely quiet during Bud's recital of his adventures. There, Bud, you're free now. Thanks. Now, Sheriff, if we travel fast, we may be able to capture the forum. It can't be far away. You're traveling fast, Bud. I'm afraid you've made another mistake. It might be big when they stand. It's a mistake. I don't understand, sir. That sounds like it. Yeah, it might be too late. Get mounted. Sheriff, I don't have a gun. Those two took mine. Make my life a worthy one. Now, thanks. I don't have time to explain things to you, Bud. But whatever you do, don't shoot the masked man in the engine. Why not? Those oldies. You'd better follow him. All right. Come on. Get up. Come on. Come on. Come on. I don't hear any gunfire now. We're almost there, Sheriff. They might ambush us. Yeah, maybe so. We'll be smart here and go ahead on foot. Keep the cover. Right. There he is. You get behind him. I will, Sheriff. Let's go. But remember what I told you, Bud? Like the masked man in the engine? Yeah. Don't fire on them. They're easy to be alive. I won't, but I don't savvy why. We'll later. That's right. Look. Just ahead of us. There they are. All four of them. Yeah, look again, Bud. Hey. The masked man in the engine have made the other two prudish. Keep the masked man in the engine covered, Sheriff. Then they open fire. Well, they won't, but they know who's coming. Hey, there we go. Come on, Bud. All right. Well, I see you got the wonder in there, don't you? Yes, Sheriff. Well, if I were getting ready to take them into town, turn them over to you. Well, I'd be glad to take them off your hands right here. Then Bud told me that going after you and Carter, I was afraid he'd made a big mistake. I knew those two would ambush you if they got a chance. Yes, they might have done that if it hadn't been for Bud. Yeah, how's that? Well, when we let him go, I thought he might try to come back to take his prisoners again. So, tunneled, I moved back into the timber ways. Then we see Malone and Farrell come looking for us. And the rest was easy. But we had gone places. Yes, they thought they'd fight it out. Well, I see you've given them reason to regret it. Hey, there, will you see it? No, Sheriff. They're not the first outlaws to learn. It's not healthy to draw a gun on you. I found that out today myself. Sheriff, I think Bud has learned a lot in the last 24 hours. You did? I agree with it. Hey, well, Bud, you bet I have, Sheriff. Believe me, I'll never make the same full mistakes again. Well, you don't need that any longer. I don't know how I'll be going. Well, on, Carter. Adios, Sheriff. Bye. Adios, Mr. Sheriff, why did you say that outlaws have learned it's not healthy to draw guns on that mass? Well, yes, Sheriff. You told me you'd explain why you didn't want me to fire on him at the end of this. Yeah, you can't shoot a man who gives his whole life to doing good for other people. You see, that man was the lone ranger. I don't know why. I don't know why. Time sure have changed. Time was when people saved cookouts and picnics for summer, and lazy Sundays spent under a big oak tree in the town park. Well, today's family eating habits are much more flexible. Mom might have forgotten how easy it is to fix a cook-in for lunch, maybe with hot dogs and baked beans, or a casual dinner with cheeseburgers, soup, and salad. And as you're planning your easy-going meals, don't forget to invite Merida, as in Merida hot dog and hamburger buns. Remember, Merida? We're the people who bake while you sleep. That's the only way Merida can promise you'll find the freshest rolls and bread and cakes the very next day on your grocery shelf. But remember, we bake our famous hot dog and hamburger rolls all year long. So relax a little. Plan quick and easy meals your family will love. And don't forget Merida. Merida enriched hot dog and hamburger rolls. We're not just a summertime thing. Listen to the lone ranger. Both Randy and the guards squinted against the rising rain at the near the most dangerous part of the trail. How is it, Randy? Slippery? Body slippery. The last chance to turn back? Trail narrow from here on? No, we can't turn back. Get up there. Get along now. We got the bankers' gold to put on board the train and send them in band. Coming to the narrow place now, Randy. Look ahead. Yeah, I see it. We'll make it all right. Get up there. Get along now. Cross your fingers, Randy. Here's when we're all for close to the edge. Easy now. Easy now, boy. Get up there. Get along now. Oh, no! A sudden flash of fire and an ear-splitting explosion came without warning just ahead of the horses. The narrow trail was torn from the wall and tons of rock crashed down with the horses, the stage foods and the occupants. Listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording at this same time. The Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is produced by Prendle Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Floyd.