 This presents Hollywood, the makers of Luxe Toilet, so bring to you the Luxe Radio Theatre starring Maureen O'Hara in Together Again. Producer, Mr. Irving Cummings. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight as one of our 20 greats we have a delightful comedy from Columbia Pictures. It's Together Again. The story of a woman torn between love and her career as a mayor of a small town and as our star one of the real beauties of Hollywood as well as the fine actress Maureen O'Hara. Late spring afternoon in Brookhaven, Vermont and in the office of the Brookhaven Eagle, editor Buchanan looks out the window. The object of his disgusted gaze is a statue. Ah, look at that ice or a first Jonathan Crandall statue. As if it wasn't stupid enough putting it up in the first place. But no, every year they got to have memorial services. Hell, folks thought a heap of Jonathan Morton. The first thing I'm going to do when I'm mayor of this town is get rid of that cast iron insult. Hey, except we got a mayor. Folks think a heap of Mrs. Crandall too. They can think a heap of her without having to elect her mayor, can't they? That's because her husband was. Some folks say she's been a better mayor even than Jonathan was. Yeah, but she'll flip first. Women always do. And when she does, I'll be around. Diana's right, Father Crandall. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Why didn't you attend the memorial services? You know very well why. My arthritis. Your arthritis. You just didn't want to go. Now for heaven's sake, don't cry. First thing you know, you'll get thin again. I'm perfectly willing to be healthy, Grandfather. But if certain persons are always upsetting one's glance, how can one? That girl. And it's like living with a box of matches. I'm worried, Father. About her? Why, Diana's crazy about you. I know, and it makes me feel terribly responsible. Even more than if Diana were my own child. I don't suppose you know what I mean by that. Of course I do. You're not my own child, and look how I worry about you. Me? For heaven's sake, why? Because it hurts my soul to see a beautiful dish like you wasted on a neurotic stepchild. The hunk of statue in the fusty old town like Brookhaven. Why, darling, hasn't it ever occurred to you that I might like my life? Why? Well, being mayor keeps me busy. And I have Diana and you. You miserable old reprobate. I can think of a couple of things you haven't got. What? Well, you're a widow. You know, darling, you amuse me. You can't bear to see a woman living alone and liking it. No man can. And I'm perfectly happy. Happy, my foot. Oh, Mercy, look at that rain. Why don't you stop living Jonathan's life and live your own? Jonathan departed this veil of tears five years ago, and I say it's time we let him rest in peace. Oh, Father. I know my son, and I tell you when he's as irritated with you wherever he is as I am. Well, when you hear from him to that effect, you let me know, will you? Well. Now help me close some windows. It's pouring. Of course it's me. What's the matter with you first? Yes, I've a page one. Call me to shut up till I hear from Jonathan. Don't be ridiculous, Father. Just because the statue happened to be struck by lightning. What happened to be? You don't suppose it was accidental, do you? Jonathan pitched that bolt of lightning himself. Now will you quit lying to yourself and start having some fun? More fuel cannon seems to be having lots of fun. Have you seen the morning paper? Sure, I've seen it. Brookhaven Eagle demands removal of headless ice or from Crandall Park. Well, he's right. Nonsense. We'll have the statue repaired. We'll do no such thing. I waited five years and told Jonathan to get rid of that dog-gone statue. He cares me, Mr. Well, I can't see him now, Mr. I'll just be a minute, Mayor Crandall. I just want to find out if you call the Department of Sanitation about hauling away that statue. Over my dead body, they'll haul away that statue? It's a public nuisance. Oh, it is. Is it even without a head? My son's a better man than you are. Not one minute ago, Father, you said... I don't care what I said. If you cannon wants it hauled away, it stays. It certainly does. The statue is going to be repaired, Mr. Buchanan. Put my father's head back on again? It's the most gruesome thing I ever heard of. Oh, Mother, I feel every stitch personally. You, Mort Buchanan, Diana, honey. What is it that you want? Why a new statue, naturally? Why not? A bigger one, too. Buchanan, the Crandall family is giving Brookhaven a brand new statue of Jonathan. Well, your bag's on the train, eh? You're certainly anxious to get rid of me, aren't you? Oh, goodness sake, you'll be back tomorrow night. Running off to New York to interview a sculpture, really. You have me addressed. Remember his name's George Corday, and his telegram said to be there at six o'clock. Well, goodbye. Goodbye. Oh, uh, buy yourself a new hat, too. What's the matter with this hat? It looks like a hat. When women start wearing hats that look like hats, they're on the way out. At your age, you ought to be on your way in. In what? Buy a new hat and find out. Duty-o, eh? Duty-o. Oh, Mr. Corday, Mr. Corday. I beg your pardon. Oh, I'm sorry, I must have been dosing. I've never seen you before, have I? Well, I know. Sometimes I'm not sure. Clothes make such a difference. What? Well, there she is, this statue here. As you can see, it's all finished except for a certain line of right here. I hope you've got it. Now, just a minute. If you've got the curve I'm looking for, fine. If you haven't, I'll have to get another model. But you don't understand. Please, I have an appointment with a small town mayor at six o'clock, and it's quite possible he wouldn't understand a beautiful model running around. Really? And why not? Have you ever met a small town mayor? They have no sense of humor, and they're always out of shape. Well, I hope you have a sense of humor because you're going to need one. Why? Because I am Mayor Crandall. Oh, well, I'm not going to apologize, you know. You're a fraud. You have no business to have mayor inside and such a beautiful outside. Mr. Corday, may we discuss the business at hand? Certainly. Thank you. I have some photographs here of the late Mayor Crandall. I thought they might help you. Oh, fine-looking man. Thank you. Your father? My husband. No. Why not? No reason. No reason to talk. Now then, let's make a few notes. How long will you marry to him? Five years. Is age when he married you? 42, but I don't see what they can do. A very important fact. A man who waits until he's 42 to marry must have definite characteristics. I was his second wife. Two wives. Any children? Yes, one by his first wife. Now, really, I don't see the need... Mayor Crandall, it's simply that I need to know the man. This is a professional interview, and I wish you'd conducted as such. You wish I would. Now, just tell me the things that you're aware of. Well, my husband was a Crandall. The Crandall's found at Brookhaven. There's a certain dignity that goes with such tradition. Very dignified. Affectionate. I beg your pardon. Well, we'll place the question mark after that, shall we? Now, the fact that you're still Mrs. Crandall tells me that you've never remarried. Have you entertained the idea of remarrying? I have never entertained the idea of remarrying. I will raise the question mark after affectionate. There. Now, you see how one thing leads to another? Oh, excuse me. Mr. Corde. Yes? I'm Thorne. Muriel Thorne. The agency thinks I have what you want. Oh, Miss Thorne. You don't mind, Mrs. Crandall, if I... Oh, not at all. The dressing room's back there on the right, Miss Thorne. Be right with you. Now then, Mrs. Crandall, how long has your husband been dead? Five years. You've been a widow for five years? Well, naturally. On the contrary, there's nothing natural about it. Mayor Crandall, something made you nervous. You seem a little... Oh, that model. Does she just come out when she's ready? Oh, oh, perhaps you'd rather she wouldn't? Well, I'm not exactly used to it. Oh, how thoughtless of me. Well, it won't take me a second. That's right. Either she's got it or she hasn't. Morning, Mr. Corde. Thanks. 10 o'clock. Now, Mayor Crandall... Oh, I've just been admiring this jar of yours. Quite old, isn't it? That jar? Yes. Yes, it's an apothecary jar. It has a name on it. P for rapsosis. Was that the apothecary's name? Sounds more like a Latvian diplomat. Yes, it does. Well, I guess she had it. Had it? Miss Thorn, the curve. Oh, yes, yes, she had it. You must look at women differently. Oh, I do. Other men look at women's eyes. I look at her bone structure. First, I could tell you within two pounds of what you weigh. Do I get it free if you miss? If I don't miss, will you go to dinner with me? Well... Good. My guess is 110. Why, that's amazing. Right on the nose. Thanks. It's not true, but thanks very much. What do you mean? You weigh 120. Well, as a matter of fact, I happen the slightest idea what I do weigh. As for dinner, it wouldn't be possible to go anywhere in weather like this. You have to eat sometime, don't you? Besides, we could continue the interview. Frankly, Mr. Corday, I'd like to get the interview over with as quickly as possible. Then let's go. There's a supper club I think you'd enjoy. You'll love this place, Mayor Crandall. The food is awful. But there's gambling in the back room and there's Gilda Laverne. Who is Gilda Laverne? There's her picture on the wall. Oh. I believe she's called a bubble dancer. That must be a great treat for you. Mr. Corday, good evening. Leonardo, I expect you to excel yourself tonight. We are honored with a mayor of... I mean, with my friend Madame Piborat Sosa. Oh, such a privilege, Madame Sosa. I will bring you wine immediately. Really? What a ridiculous name. You seem to like it in my studio. Oh, which reminds me. We came here to continue the interview. Oh, yes, by all means. Now, about the statue of your father, your husband, I'm sorry. Perhaps I could add a twinkle to the statue that I found lacking in those photographs. Mr. Corday, we'd like my husband exactly as he was. Oh, forgive me. Tell me, did your husband dance? Of course he danced. Well, shall we? Why not? What are you smiling at, Mr. Corday? Life is so full of surprises. I never thought I'd so enjoy having a mayor in my arms. Tell me, did your husband enjoy having a mayor in his arms? How could he? He was the mayor. Oh, of course. Very confusing, isn't it? Yes, it is. Oh, here's our table. Would you mind if we sat down again? Not at all. We'll have some wine. Mr. Corday, if I say something, you won't think I'm rude, will you? Your glass, please. Thank you. About the statue, Mr. Corday. I am really a very good sculptor, Mrs. Graham. Yes, yes, but I simply cannot picture you in Brookhaven. You don't think I'm rude? On the contrary, I'm fascinated. Besides, you disliked Brookhaven intensely. But I'm beginning to feel a positive yearning for it. We'll drink to Brookhaven. I don't believe you understood me. You see, I just fired you. But I understood that this was simply an interview. You know, a personality and character. Well, I've come to a conclusion. Oh. Your personality definitely appeals to me. But may I suggest that you have just a tiny bit too much of character? You may suggest it. Oh. Oh, dear. You're wine. Right in my lap. What will I do? Well, I think the usual procedure is to retire to the powder room and dry out. It's down that way, I think. Thank you. Oh, isn't it fortunate I came to New York and met you. Just think. I might have ordered you by mail. Ladies and gentlemen, Leonardo is proud to present that sensational big little star Miss Gilda Laverne and her bubble there. It's nothing to you. Oh, I spilled something on my dress and I... Well, just take it off, honey, and I'll press it dry for you. Take it off? This material, it draws all up out of shape if it dries on you. Oh, it does? Yes, ma'am. And you don't want to go out of here all out of shape, do you? Oh, no, I... Well, can you press it right away? I sure can. You just slip out of it and I'll heat up the iron. That's it. Let me see if it's what I think it is. Yeah, it's what I think. Here's your dress, honey. Will you please tell me what's going on? It's a raise, honey. You better follow me out of this window. Miss Laverne, no... You? What sort of a policeman are you anyway? Don't you realize that this is... Now look, Gilda. Oh, you... You think that I'm the dancer? Well, you've made a ridiculous mistake. I'm just a guest here. And since when are the guests been running around without their dresses on? I was standing right here with my dress in my hand when all of a sudden it went out through the window. Hey, Sarge, you got Laverne. Oh, this is most embarrassing. I was the release of Slady Amidius. Everybody at work here gets pulled in, mister. But she doesn't work here. Do you know who she is? Well, please, please, please. My name is P. Baratsosa. Sure. I'm Lassvian. Yeah, me too. Okay, Chansey, back up the wagon. 24 hours of fast and far from New York, from George Corday, bubble dancers and policemen, and Crandall gratefully breathes again the calm, pure air of Brookhaven, Vermont. Oh, my, but it's good to be home again, Father. You look tired, Anne. Have any fun? Fun? Well, that's hardly what I went for. Where's Diana? She'll be right home. Well, what about the sculptor? Oh, oh, the sculptor. Well, uh, he can't take the job. All booked up for years, practically. We'll just have to get somebody else. What happened to you in New York? Happened? I, um, called you at the hotel seven o'clock last night. You weren't in. Well, I had to eat, didn't I? I called you again at six in the morning. You still weren't in. Oh, I, uh, I wasn't. No, you weren't. Oh, Father, I was in jail. You know what I thought you said? I thought you said you were in jail. That's just what I did say, for giving an indecent performance. What? Oh, but I didn't. I didn't do anything. Father, the minute I saw him sleep on that couch, I knew that I should leave. What couch? In his studio, Mr. Corday, he was asleep when I got there. And, uh, what? It thundered and woke him up. Oh, so it thundered Jonathan again. Oh, I knew you'd say something ridiculous like that. But how did you get in jail? Well, I got in because I was killed at Laverne, and I got out because I was P. Barat Sosa. Oh, oh, the police were very apologetic. Say that again slowly. Sorry, darling, I'm not up to it. I'll see you after I unpack. Awful, Mother. It's simply awful. Why isn't Mr. Corday coming? Oh, he's just too busy, dear. Oh, Mrs. Cando, that's funny. What's funny, Jesse? Oh, you're a good black fit. The one you wore to New York. I just unpacked your bag and it isn't here. Jesse, I told you that I would unpack. I've been unpacking for you for years. Oh, but, Mother, I had my heart set on Mr. Corday. Now, darling, he was positively ancient. Why, why he even had a beard. A beard all the way down to, to here. Isn't that disgusting? A beard? Oh, Mother, we'd better go tell those people what a narrow escape we all had. He certainly sounds nauseating. People? What people? Well, why the statue committee? They're downstairs. Well, I had to let them know you were home, didn't I? Oh, I'd say that that was debatable, dear. Now, please, we just have to get some other sculptor. That's all. Yes, but your honor, if he was too old to take the job, I wouldn't think he'd have made an appointment to see you. Oh, I think he would have enjoyed the work if he could have gotten it. Well, I guess when you're dealing with an artist, you never do know what'll happen. Well, good night, Mayor Crandall and Mr. Crandall. Let me open the door for you. Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Hey, why'd you slam the door? Nothing, Father. It's only that when you open the door, that the dress, it's awful. There's somebody out there. There is? Well, for heaven's sake. Well, we'd all better run along then. Good night. Oh, my. And that man. Are you going to let him stand out there all night? Man? Oh! Well, come in. Thank you. Um, this is my daughter, Diana. How do you do? And this is my father-in-law, Mr. Crandall. I didn't catch the name. She didn't throw it. Oh, it's, um, it's Mr. Corday. Mr. Corday? I'm sorry I was rude just now, but... So, you're Corday. Here. Have a cigar. Thanks, my dear. Father, you must not have gotten a good look at Mr. Corday at all. A beard, you said, down to here. Well, I, I thought, uh, you did have a beard, didn't you, Mr. Corday? A beard? Oh, yes, yes, I did. Didn't I? I shaved it off. It's so much warmer here in Vermont than in New York. So you're all going to do the statue after all? And you'll stay right here with us, of course? Father, you know that we haven't any room. Oh, he can live in the carriage house and build a statue right there, and I can watch it grow day by day. Oh, please, Mother. A very practical idea. Come along, Corday. I'll get you settled. I threw a few things in the car. You know, materials for the statue, uh, just in case. Oh, Mother, just think. Oh, that was in back of a beard all the time and you never even knew it. Oh, jeepers. Oh, jeepers. This carriage house, Mayor Crandall, is very nice. I like it. Look, Mr. Corday, I did not want to see you again. Why did you have to come here? To build a statue, of course. Doesn't it make any difference to you that I don't want to? Uh... What's that? What's what? Oh, this? Uh, my little apothecary jar. I always take it with me wherever I go. No, you do. It has magic qualities. When I want to do something very badly and the obstacle seems to arise where I just turn the jar around. And what do you see? Pee borathosa. Why you? You blackmailer. Give me a week. If at the end of a week you say I don't sit into life at Brookhaven, I'll go. Is that fair? No, but if I don't let you stay on to be exposed, is that it? My night in jail. I promise to be no trouble at all. Oh, I'm helpless, Mr. Corday. Look, why do you want to stay here that badly? But, damso, sir, that's just what I want to find out. I don't know what you're beeping about, Corday. You ask me, the statue's coming along far. It's terrible. I should be much farther along by now. I don't know about the statue, but you sure ought to be farther along with something else. I don't even want to work on it. You're jealous of him. Jealous of Jonathan. Ridiculous. That Jonathan's the best friend you've got. He knocked his own head off with a ball of lightning. He did it so Anne would go to New York and meet you. She didn't hear about that, did she? No, I can't say that I did. Why, he's as anxious to get Anne out of this rot as I am. You believe that? Of course I believe that. Don't tell me that Anne believes Jonathan is doing all this. Well, she says she doesn't believe it, but she does it in a very funny voice. Amazing. There's that phonograph racket again. Diane! Don't disturb her. Your granddaughter's keeping me happy at my work. She told me so. Her mother could do a much better job. Well, get going, George. Start mirroring that click. Oh, for cow's sake, Diane, will you turn off that phonograph? Hubert, if you're hanging around hoping for an invitation to dinner, you might as well give up. Don't worry, I wouldn't stay if you asked me. You make me sick to my stomach. Hubert, leave that record alone. Oh, you've gotten so artistic lately, since that old mud dauber came around here. You're only seeking of probably the world's greatest living artist, you know. Do you mind if I leave? I think I'm going to be sick. Well, aren't you going? Don't worry. I, uh, I don't suppose you'd want to go for a walk. A walk? Oh, really, Hubert? Do you think I'm exactly dressed for a walk? I'll tell you what you're dressed like, Diana Crandall. What you're dressed like is enough to make a horse laugh. Man, isn't that a lovely tune. Oh, yes. You know something, Mother? This is Mr. Cordes' absolutely favorite piece. Really? Then turn it off. Oh, Mother. Diana? What have you done to your hair? What have you done to yours? Mine? Oh, it makes you look so young, Mother. Is that bad? Well, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but well, I think it makes you look awfully icky. Well, I think you look a little icky yourself. High heels and a party dress, really. Mother, do you feel all right? I certainly. Well, you used to be so quiet, but lately you've been so kind of leepy. What a ridiculous word. Where are you going? Into the kitchen. I want to talk to Jessie. Jessie, I'll be at the stone cottage with Mr. Cordes. We have to choose a pedestal for the statue. It's going to rain again. Oh, possibly. Oh, out. Don't bother to tell Diana. He's been trying to get you alone ever since he came here. Well, he's finally made it. I wish you wouldn't be so silly, Jessie. I might give you the same advice, Mayor Crandall. Oh, I knew we should have taken the car. How can we possibly walk home in weather like this? We can't. So your conscience should be thoroughly comfortable? Well, it isn't. What are you afraid of? No. Yes. Oh, I don't know. I've never been so mixed up in my life before. A week ago, you asked me why I came here. Well, I can answer that now. And I don't know what's with you. I know exactly when it happened. When you were telling me about the dignity of the craft, and look at me, please. I can't. Why can't you? Because when I do, the most ridiculous thing happens. I get all lazy. I just can't think I'm absolutely blank. You're absolutely wonderful. Am I really? And I'm going to kiss you. Diana. Offender home. Won't you ever be sensible? Coming, darling. Diana, how nice of you to pick us up. How'd you do, Corday? Get me where? That was a very significant rain this afternoon. Forget it, Grandpa. Oh, but, huh? Diana? Uh-huh. Diana, well, I'm not surprised. When Jonathan died, Anne promised Diana she'd never marry again. So if you ask me, your problem's really Diana. Not Anne. You mean all I have to do is talk to Diana? You make it sound so simple. It's a cinch. Grandpa, I'm taking everybody to the movies tonight. You and Anne and Diana and Gilbert. I'll show you tonight how simple it is. Well, that was the best movie I've seen in years. Personally, I thought it was trite. You and me both, Mr. Crandall. Oh, Gilbert, you always have to spoil everything. Now, children. Well, goodbye. Diana and I are walking home alone. We are? Hey! Yes, hey! Sorry, but we have a great deal to talk about. I was gonna get her a hot fudge sundae. Gilbert, do you want to do something very nice for me? Me? For you? Yes, buy me that hot fudge sundae. Honest? Honest. I haven't had one in years. Well, good night. You know something, what? I've always, well, you know, just thought that you were Diana's mother. Well, I am. Oh, I know. I mean, I never exactly noticed what you look like before. Why, Gilbert? See you later, Father. Oh, good night. Guys, come on, Mrs. Crandall. And I didn't realize until tonight, Diana, that you're not at all the child that everyone seems to think you are. You didn't? You're a woman, an intelligent, understanding woman. I am? Diana, when a man falls in love with a woman really in love, well, he wants to marry her. And if the woman is also in love with the man... Go on. ...nothing should stand in their way. Don't you agree? Oh, I should say so. Oh, Mother and I made a promise once. That's just what I'm talking about. We promised never to get married and leave each other. You know, like a suicide pact. Exactly like a suicide pact. The killing of everything that a mature woman needs to live and be happy. Oh, that's beautiful. Oh, you want me to break that pact, don't you? I want you to free a woman's heart, Diana. Don't you see the difference? Oh, I do, I do. It just goes to show what a shrewd analysis of character you are. You do understand, don't you? Well, naturally, I don't have to be hit over the head. You make me very happy, Diana. Oh, I just can't wait to tell Mother. May I? Oh, by all means, tell your Mother. You've got to listen to me very carefully and, oh, Mother, I love you very much. Well, I love you too, dear. That's what makes it kind of sad. Only he's so wonderful. Gilbert? Oh, Mr. Corday. I guess I'll have to get used to calling him George if I'm going to marry him. If you... if you what? Oh, I know it's a shock, but he did it so beautifully. Did what? Oh, he turned me down. Oh, he told me about women and love and things, and he's so right. Nobody has any right to stand in one's way. In whose way? Mine. Oh, whether you won't, will you? Diana, are you trying to tell me that George Corday asked you to marry him? Oh, well, not in certain words, but from the way he looked and the things he said. Oh, I'm so absolutely happy I could do flips. You don't mind, do you? Well, it is a bit of a surprise. Oh, Gilbert just simply dies. Gilbert's not the only one who's going to die. Oh, wonderful, isn't it? Hysterically. Father! Yes, dear? You come with me. Now, where? To the carriage house. We're calling on my new son-in-law. George Corday's caught you for Van Crandall has suffered something of a setback. Having explained his feelings to Van's daughter, George is now more slightly perturbed to discover that Diana is under the impression that he's proposed to her. But Anne, Grandpa, how could Diana possibly have thought that... I don't know. I only know that that child is absolutely dipping in love with you. That's fantastic. What will I do? Well, let's see. Maybe you could be too old for her. That idea seemed to nauseate her once. I am too old for her. You certainly are. How's your stomach? I beg your pardon. Your stomach? Maybe there's something wrong with it. Kids don't like sickly people. I think that's a lovely idea. Just fruit a little, you know. Pretend you can't eat. Oh, I think there's an old shawl I could let you have. In other words, act your age for a change. Well, I'll do anything, anything at all. Diane, why would she think he'd marry her in the first place? Why not? He proposed to me tonight, too. Now, and? Oh, I knew if you came here, something would happen. But, frankly, I didn't think it would end up with my being your mother-in-law. Well, good night, son. Oh, share diary. George and I have been engaged now for two whole days. And I've just found out something. Poor George has a stomach condition. He's been so creative, he's even ruined his health. The idea of a grown man making such a fuss about eating at 10 o'clock at night. But I was starving to death. Diane won't let me eat anything. Did you try a restaurant? I certainly did. She's told them you've given strict orders not to feed me. Oh, you men are so helpless. Shall I show you how helpless? George, please. Darling, don't you realize we're alone? Actually alone. Making love to your mother-in-law. George, now stop. What about Diana? Diana belongs to Gilbert. She doesn't know that. I'll talk to him. First, I want to talk to you. And I'm trying to tell you I love you. What do you know? I hear bells. Oh, it's the doorbell. Let it ring. You're forgetting that I'm the mayor. Yes, I did forget. And what's more important? I think for a moment you forgot too. Oh, please. What if someone found me alone here with you? In your own kitchen? Well, it would take some explaining. And, oh, I'll be right back. Wait here. Why Gilbert? Well, I know it's kind of late, Mrs. Crandall, but could I come in? Of course. What's the matter, Gilbert? I can't eat anymore. I can't sleep either. There seems to be a kind of epidemic of that around here. You know, this situation with Diana has made me very unhappy too. Perhaps you and I could... Could what? Well, I've been noticing you a lot lately, Gilbert. I've been noticing you too. Oh, you have? Gilbert, sometimes I get so impatient with you. You do? If you're in love with a woman, you ought to say so and not just sit around in corners looking at her. A woman just can't stand that, you know. She can't? Certainly not. So she turns to someone else. Turns to who? Well, in this case, to Mr. Corday. But he's going to marry Diana. Well, yes, that's what I want. You don't have to turn to anybody, Mrs. Anne. What? You're so smart and pretty and everything that... Gilbert! Well, I didn't know, did I? But I'm not dumb anymore and just approve it to you. Oh, good night. Won't Diana die? Yes, I better be going now. Yes, I guess you'd better. And, darling, what's the matter? Nothing, only I think that I'm engaged to Gilbert. Oh, good morning, Mr. Crandall. Eating breakfast, huh? Gilbert, I've been wanting to talk to you. Don't you think it's time you got up on your hind legs and acted like a man? Oh, I, uh... I did. You did? Good night. I sure did. Well, ah... Good morning, Mr. Crandall. And Gilbert, congratulations. I think you and Anne will make a perfect couple. What? Hello, good morning. Oh, hello, Gilbert. Hello. Hello, Diana. Hello. And how do you feel this morning, Diana? All right. Good. I just couldn't wait to tell her, Gilbert. Well, how do you like it? Oh, I think it's perfectly sweet, except... Yes? Well, there's kind of a disgusting difference in their ages, that's all. Oh, not nearly as much as between you and George, dear. Well, somebody please tell me what this is. My Anne and Gilbert are engaged to be married. Oh, no, no. Oh, uh, Gilbert, George and I talked it over, and we think it's so selfish of us not to share our happiness with the whole town. Ma'am? So, we've decided to announce our joint engagement tomorrow. You know, at the unveiling of the new statue. Well, good night. I haven't even asked my mother yet. But it would be so much more fun, just a priser. Don't you think so? If you don't mind, I think I'll go out and come in again. It's just happy happening. Don't you feel a draft of the dianoteer? Would you got me my shawl, please? Shawl? Oh, and Gilbert, you'll find my pills in the desk. Would you mind? Pill? Oh, naturally, before eating, you know. Well, look where you're going, Gilbert. I'm trying to get George's shawl. Well, I don't see anything to cry about. Oh, I suppose you don't think it makes a person nervous to be engaged. Good night. I know that, don't I? And if it makes you so darn nervous, well, what are you going to marry him for? Gilbert, Parker, I'd rather be dead than live in his house with you as a stepfather. Get your fiancee's pill. You Buchanan, this is Jonathan Crandall, Sr. You'll be in your office in 30 minutes. I'm going to give your newspaper a story. A little sift is sanctimonious. Town right on its self-righteous ear. You heard me in 30 minutes. Headline, four inches high. Mayor Crandall in New York jail. How could they possibly have found out? And doing a strip tease. Well, holy cow! Pipe down for two seconds, and I'll tell you how it happened. Father. I told Buchanan the whole story. I did it. So shall be. You told the newspaper about Anne being arrested. I certainly did, and then I got drunk. Father, do you realize that this is the end of me as mayor? Something had to be done to blast you out of this town, didn't it? Well, I blasted. Mother. Oh, darling, I'm terribly sorry. Well, good night. Mr. Corday. Yes, dear. Don't you, dear me. I want you to know that I expect you if you have any honor whatsoever to marry my mother. You do? You do. Please don't consider me at all. I'm willing to make any sacrifice. So am I. Good night. So am I. I'm sorry, mother, but you'll just have to take the consequences even if he does have a stomach condition. His shawl is on the hook behind the door. Now I'm going up to see my poor grandfather. Hey, can I go? He's my grandfather too, isn't he? Your grandfather. Well, good night. I almost married her, didn't I? And I'll probably end up marrying you, won't I? I'm just dumb enough. Thank you, Gilbert. That's the very nicest proposal I ever had. Well, Anne, I guess I'll have to make an honest woman out of you. Oh, it'll be a sweet wedding. The bride wore a lovely arrangement of tar and feather. Oh, darling. You think I'm exaggerating? You don't know a small town. The mayor's supposed to keep her shirt on. Mrs. Crandall. Mrs. Crandall. Yes, Jessie? Hold it. They've just broken the windows. So I was exaggerating, was I? What window? Oh, not our windows. In the newspaper office. Oh, Mrs. Crandall, everybody in town seen that newspaper this morning. And everybody's waiting for you now to set you. They want to give you a vote of confidence. What? We all agreed that no Crandall could possibly have acted like that. And they're waiting for you. Wow, that's kind of nice, isn't it? Very nice. Very comfortable. But we're leaving here just the same. Leaving here? We're getting married, you know. But I... Some place warm would be nice, you know, for my condition. But that's not possible right now. Why not? Well, with the election coming up and everything, I'm running. Running where? Against Mr. Buchanan for mayor. Sorry, but you can't. Look, I've got to go to the unveiling. Please come with me. You'll feel very proud, won't you? Going out there and letting them cheer you. But you did get arrested, didn't you? Well, yes. And they won't admit it, will they? Not for one minute. They say no Crandall would act like that. And if they did, they wouldn't believe it. Awful. What's awful about it? What you're trying to say is that you and I simply don't look at anything alike. You paid me a great compliment when you said I wouldn't fit into Brookhaven. But you do, you haven't. I don't. I've hidden and whispered and explained until I want to go on a mountain and yell. I love Ann and she loves me. Oh, George, you don't understand. After we're married, well, it would be different then. More respectable, is that it? Oh, please come with me. Why? I want to tell them that I'm going to marry you. To see if they approve? No, Ann. You know, I once told you you had too much character. I've changed my mind. You haven't nearly enough. Then you wouldn't want to stay now in any case. Well, Mr. Corday, at least let me thank you for a lovely statue. Consider it a going away present, Mayor Crandall. Thank you. I'll mail you your check tomorrow. Oh, you'll find a small amount added for amusement tax. Well, just don't stand there watching it rain if we're going to rot here together, Ann. We may as well be gay about it. Oh, I... I just don't feel good. Of course you don't. Maybe now you realize that most women could live eight lifetimes and still not get a chance at a fella like George Corday. Well, I have everything just the way I wanted it. You're lying again. Oh, I know it. Oh, Father, isn't this ridiculous? There it is. I mean, I'm pretty annoyed at Jonathan, too, you know. Jonathan? Well, he shouldn't have started something if he couldn't finish it. I never would have gone to New York in the first place, would I? If he hadn't locked his head. And now he's standing out there just like the rock of cheaper altars. And this is... Oh, now what? One of your constituents, undoubtedly, was a flooded seller. I'm coming! I'm coming! Come on in, everybody! A delegation! Mr. Witherspoon, why... why you're as quiet as a goat? A goat? Oh, oh, you're... Oh, don't use that word. It almost killed me, Your Honor. I was just walking past. I was just minding my own business. And when? What happened? Jonathan's head. It fell off again. Oh, no! It certainly looks as if something's bigger than we are. It's got a hand in this, Mayor. Don't you think so? Oh, yes, yes, it does, doesn't it? Oh, it would be probably be downright dangerous for me to, um, continue as Mayor. I certainly wouldn't want the responsibility of daring the supernatural. I'll resign immediately. Well, one of you please report that right now to the newspaper. Oh, yes! Good night, ma'am. Good night. Oh, good night. And thank you. Where? Oh, Father. Who says there aren't any miracles left in the world? I'm free. Hey, where are you going? I'm going to snap off his noggin again. Oh, I saw him when he did it. He did what? Who? That artist seller. The night he left. He fixed it so it would fall off. He did? And you didn't say anything? The mayor believes in miracles. Letter I say. Why, Jesse, you're a human being. Well, he don't call for you to be in something, Mr. Candle. The Cordade, you have to whistle that tune all the time. Oh, uh, frankly, Miss Thorna, it's getting me down, too. And so's this rain. Well, let's get back to work. Well, pardon me. I'm the ex-mayor, Crandall. The people who sent me thought that I might have just what you're looking for. Have I? Well, good night. We're cast tonight for a calm young as George, her butterfield as grandpa, Norman Olson as Diana, Gil Stratton as Gilbert, and William Conrad, Francis Robinson, Lillian Randolph, Barney Phillips, Hart McNeer, Noreen Gamille, and Eddie Mocker. Our radio play was adapted by S.H. Barnett, and our music was composed and directed by Rudy Schreiker.