 By special recording, General Mills, makers of wiggies, watchers of champions, and Cheerios, the old Cheerio ready to eat, present, The Mone Ranger! To the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a ha-ha-ha-ho silver! The Mone Ranger! The Indian companion totals, the daring and resourceful mask-rider of the planes, led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find the greatest champion of justice. Return with us now to those well-engaged of yesteryear. Some out of the past come up wondering who speaks of the Great War of Silver! The Mone Ranger! Life's good and they'll do it! They'll do it for us! They'll do it for us! That is the Mone Ranger! Yes, sir! Get on your way! Get on your way! Get on your way with wiggies! Something to think about, isn't it? To become a champ, you don't have to be born a champ. Take Bob Seller, a pitcher for the Cleveland Indians. Young Bob was born a farmer's son. He practiced ball when chores were done. He worked for speedy, learned controls. To be a champ was Young Bob's goal. So he ate wiggies, bowl on bowls. Bob's been a champ for many years. It's wiggies' flakes that he still cares. Bob Seller ate wiggies as a kid. Still eats him now, 23 years later. Yet can't feed him. There's a whole kernel of weed in every wiggie's flakes. Okay Bob, line them up! Hey, hey, hey! He's on his way! On his way! He's on his way! On his way! Get on your way! It's wiggies! The captain at Fort Griswold spoke to Emmett Gardner, leader of the wagon train, that had stopped at the fort on its way west. Gardner, we're under man here, as you can see. The only escort we'll be able to give you is a spot of men. They'll go with you as far as Fort Jackson, three days from here. But I'm sure we need no escort captain. We have more than 40 men in our party. We're well armed. And the men are good drivers. We'll be able to give you a spot of men. They'll go with you as far as Fort Jackson, three days from here. But I'm sure we need no escort captain. We have more than 40 men in our party. We're well armed. We're well armed. And the men are good jacks. We'll get the jacks in all right. I can't tell you to stay here. So if you insist... We do, sir. We wish to go on at once. And all I can do is hope that our scouts are wrong. I'll get the men at once who are to escort you. All for us? A short time later, a squad of eight cavalrymen left Fort Griswold as advance guard for the wagon train. An hour later, the main body of the train followed. Yes! Two days after the wagon train had left Fort Griswold, the lone ranger and tonneau satisfied their horses high in the hills. Beneath them, along the banks of the stream, was an Indian encampment of more than a thousand warriors. This is bad, tonneau. Those are Chief Peggy Bay's sides. No war pinks. And the way them may camp, mean and get ready. Go on war pass. You see, five camps near river? Yes, those are council camps, don't they? Ah, and then belong to Crazy Bear and four other chiefs. That's where big chiefs meet, make plans. Crazy Bear was once my friend, tonneau. But if rumours are true, he's a friend of no white man now. Him say, white man, break promise. Drive him to another country. It would be useless to try to get to him now. There's only one thing to do, tonneau. They ride to the main trail to where the telegraph wires are strung. You try and pull, cut him on wire? If the only way, we can get soldiers from Fort Jackson to come in a hurry, tonneau. They'll take them almost a day to get here once they're notified. If we ride, it'll take you long. Yes, that's why we'll use the wires. Move here! A few miles away, near the main cross-country trail, Corporal Hanson and his advance guard, near the thickly wooded section, the hemline side of the road. Men, it seems it's watch out! The soldiers suddenly alerted, closed their horses to a stop, and before they could prepare to arrange a detent, more than a hundred Indian horsemen rode from the underdark firing. Several soldiers fell to the ground wounded. The others, firing point blanks, killed the wounded some of the brave, but were soon swamped by the wave of red men around them. Corporal Hanson yelled to the brave who led the Indians. All right, you can sleep in that! Come on and take it! A few minutes later, the band of about a hundred Indians led the soldiers away from the road, up into the hills, towards their war encampment. They left behind a group of nearly half that number of warriors to watch the road that led from east to west. The lone ranger and talker went the hills about half a mile from the main trail, third the approaching horsemen, and rained their own animals back among the trees where they would not be seen. They must have been look, Indians, each tiny Indian. There's a male horse across the saddle, told them they're wounded, half a soldier's riding horses. Indians, not him, but that means they're taking the camp to question them. The masked man and Indian watched from their hiding place as the war-painted Indians thought it was more important whatever that we get the message true to projection. The lone ranger and talker near the decline would take them down to the main trail. The masked man, probably a pushing line of covered wagons in the distance. Cuddles, the wagons train, the low ones. He must have been a fee soldier with them. I don't see an escort either. They don't have one, it may be dangerous. We go tell them about Indians? Certainly, because if we don't, they'll... Cuddles, we're too late, but below, down with the trail in front of us. Ah, more Indians, these big, barren Indians. Damn bush, Cuddles, getting ready to attack the trains. What are you doing here, Cuddles? The Indians can't see us up here among the trees. They're right up here along the ridge until we're up to the wagons train. Then go down the road, then... We stop the wagons train, warn people. Hello, we haven't a second to wait. More Cuddles, get them up! The drivers see the police wagon in the immigrant train. Saw the two horsemen galloping towards them. Gardner signaled a halt. Then when he saw the masked man and Indian, he drew his gun and said to Riley, Get out, Lord Riley, get ready for them! Cuddles saw the action, but the moon ranger stopping his horse takes no attention to the weapon. Stop playing the gun to us. Get them ready for the Indians. They're ambushed less than a mile ahead of you. You're lying, you're holed up, men! We have soldiers scouted with water as if Indians were ahead. The soldiers were ambushed themselves. That's why we came to tell you to stop here. He's coming to the coast. Swarming out into the road, right in this way. One of those trees, you have more protection. They're wagons in the circle, a dark distance from the wooded area to the part of the road. By the time the Indians attack, the women and children in the train have been placed inside two wagons at the center of the circle. The men, clouds behind the wagons are stalled off beneath them, held their fire until the Indians were near. Then their concentrated fire sent the red men in retreat. Another hitting of our people, are they Riley? No! Are they guns? Do you understand, Riley? Yeah, I'm sorry, we're getting heat, don't worry. I saw that. We better get it away from the west of the wagons. How do you said it? You mean you're carrying blasting powder in one of your wagons? We sure are. Blasting powder in that new stuffed dynamite. They say you can't start farming while we're heading like you're blasts, freeze and freeze stuff. Stop! Another wagon was pulled back and placed in the center of the circle near the wagons where women and children huddled. The Indians aware that the pioneers were capable of defending themselves, were keeping their distance and firing few shots. Cowl called the old range his attention to the Indians who left the attacking group to ride back into the hills. I'm glad we got help. It's getting dark. Maybe we're able to sneak away and get the telegraph poles. Stranger, what was that about getting to a telegraph pole? If I can get to one, I may be able to get a message through to Fort Jackson. Now, how would you do that? I'll climb a pole, cut the wires and touch them together and send a message. What? Go that piece of anything I ever heard of. Gardener, you can't hold off the Indians once they're reinforced with their eyes in the war camp. Maybe you're right, but we'll try if there were only some way to hold them offshore until they're called to get to you. Gardener, Riley, I think this is an outside chance that might be done. A million to one chance, perhaps, but we're trying. Quickly, a shot's wide and cooked by. The old ranger outlined a plan. When he finished, I'm at Gardener if I had one more shot. Then spoke. You'd have to be a miracle man to do a thing like that. We have blasting powder and dynamite with cast and fuses. If you need those things, doggone it, you're welcome to them. Ah, got one. Yeah, I'm at Stewart. Stranger, you think the Indians might and fight if they didn't have a chief to lead them? Yes, they'll quit the field of battle if a chief has killed or hurt badly. And the greatest chief of all, Crazy Bears, the one who will lead this war, if it goes on. Well, all I'm worried about is this battle, and saving the people who are with it. That's the importance. What is it you want, stranger? Five or six sticks of dynamite. Also, two suit bags and enough blasting powder to fill them. That's quite easy. Riley, I'm calling out of here for a while to help get the explosive. You go ahead. We'll keep them off. The Griffin falls on the first act of our lonely ranger adventure. Before the next exciting teams, please permit a pause for just a few moments. I'm going to broadcast the New York Yankee baseball game. Naturally, I'm a little partial toward the Yankees. I'll tell you this, when the Cleveland Indians come to town, there's one fellow I really keep my eye on. And that's Freedy's champion, Al Rosen. Living proof that champions are made, not born. He watched Al and batting practice or whipping that ball around with his teammates and he tells every move has been grooved by years of practice. Sit down with Al for breakfast and you'll see where he gets that energy. Al chooses Freedy. He knows. You don't get on top or stay on top if you're not in top condition. Now, Freedy's are nothing new with Al Rosen. No, sir. He's been eating them 22 years since he was seven. Not off and on either, but right along. Freedy's can help anyone get on his way. After all, there's a whole kernel of sweets in every Freedy's place. You can take my word for it. Champions are made, not born. Then on your way, we're Freedy. Right for Freedy's champion. Toto eats the three sticks of dynamite to which users were attacked. They placed him in their saddlebag. Then they asked for two juice bags with blacking powder and swung them across their saddle. Right there. It's less than 50 yards. They're wooded areas. You think you're a man to cover it that far? You said yourself they were good shots. You get ready to ride for it. I'll get the wood and I'll let you on down. This later after instructing his men and my gardener gave an order. All right, men, this is it. Here to the base. Now, first, there's shots and the continuing fire took the Indians by surprise. Warriors fell from their horses and those who were near them retired from the spot where the white men's bullets seemed to be heavier. But other outbursts, the streak of white seems to emerge from between two of the wagons with a dark shadow in its waist. The Indians turned from firing at the wagons and sent shots wirefully after the two figures feeding through the dust towards the wooded hill. What the great horse did there and the speedy scouts were out of rifle range in a few minutes. Hello, we got through. They'll never catch up with his law. If you really got through and not see it, then I'm free. Let's keep close to the road until we see a heligrap hole. Let's go! Let's go! In this white set, those who do that face air blows on the pole began to cut the cut ends of the wire together. The road for help have almost half an hour's cut a little bit. We must hurry! Close in! Come up! And out of the lead, the horses away. The moment seems behind a tree. Lighting the match, 20 yards away. And lighting the fuse to a second stick of gas, the ceremony of the piracy. A quartet of leather seats unarmed, turned and walked through the council tents near the bank of the river. And at that moment, the first stick of dynamite exploded. It was awed by the explosion, shouted in alarm, as trees and bright showers through the air. Go now, king of heavy! Get a move! Out! Cut a little bit. Lighting between the teeth and the fell-bound Indians. At the road, he poured blacking powder from a bag on his saddle into the high grass. Ah! Fire it off! Fire it off! Places there, shouted in alarm. But at that moment, the second explosion took place, sending the red men into complete panic. At the same instant, a low ranger placed a match to the blacking powder, taught him a trail behind him. There was a puff of smoke, a low explosion, and then a sheet of flame creaked across the ground and into the air, making a flaming barrier between the Indians and their teeth. Look! Here we go, sir. This is a big place. Move forward! The underbrush firing over the heads of crazy men and the four teeth who had become his panic-stricken men as their retreating warriors. Oh! Oh! Oh! The teeth stopped transfixed in the light of the leaping flames. A couple circling back after a stacking ride rolled up behind the Indians, ready to fire. Open up! He has gotten human run. Yeah, that's crazy, man. Hey, hey! Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! You're not funny. Staged Bear! Where are the soldiers your crazed men? Cousiners! Tell me! If you're set! We'll set. Lame and test down by a river. Take your way. There's some sort of cool Staged Bear in panel. Staged Bear and this chief led the lone ranger and talked him to the tent where the soldier's guards on the waggon train were heralded. The man were released and caught some hands on, you know. Some of my men are hooded, but they'll be able to ride if you let horses. I see some on the ticket line near Chief Staged Bear's tent. You and your men ride those, who guard crazy bay and the other chiefs. All right, Tanger. But why are you taking the chiefs? Back to the wagon train. You're stricken around this area, right up into the hills, run down against to the woods, the wagon train. Get the horses from the pickin' line and get ready to go. Right, Tanger. Many miles away, the men descending the wagon train could be the Indians gathered together, a short distance away near the road. Amit Gartner spoke. Why are any of those red men as strange creatures, aren't they? We shoot a few, and even though they have us surrounded, they retire and wait till they get help. Well, that's it. That's it. Come from the woods. It's a half-marigold. A man could see in the moonlight the great white horse and cover his paint galloping toward the wagon circle from the woods. Keep the Indians away from them! Fire! Hey, so far, the Indians didn't get help yet. Hey, you've got an engine lying across your saddle. Yes, I had a time to get in here, but, well, take him off, would you please? Take that Indian off the horse. He looks like a cheat. He is a cheat. That's crazy bear. Tanger spoke earnestly and sometimes threateningly to keep crazy bear. Finally, the Indians spoke. Huh. Me believe what men who cover face say. Whatever troubles you've had will be end in good faith for the great white father. I promise you that. Me not one time, four times. Me do a trade. You'll light fire so Indians see face of crazy bear. Then see crazy bear. Then come here. Listen to what she say. Me tell them, throw down guns. Me tell them, no war. To the rise from Fort Jackson the next day and found a subdued Indian encampment. Instead of a war-mattant one, they had expected a wagon train was drawn up near the Indian camp and the leader of the train standing with Chief Crazy Bear told the officer in charge all that had happened. So Crazy Bear called off the bandit attack, says. One morning came, we all sat around with Crazy Bear and made a brotherhood pact. Indians not going to fight white man now. Man who cover face, say all be good. Him know what Indians think. Then they certainly must. Now she's never got away with that explosion, Crazy Poon. I still can't believe he did. And yet the evidence is here. Crazy Bear, you knew that man before. Who is he? Only white man, the Indian Trust always. Him, Lone Rangers. He knows that time, good, proud boy Chris. He can write this fear because he knows that he's got go power. Period. So it's made from coast to coast, all ready to eat with milk. And the go power it gives you. You think each spoonful of period and milk can act with vitamins, proteins and minerals. The very things your body needs for healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. Yes, period is real muscle building food. Have period every morning. Then you'll hear people say, What? He's doing his period. The copyrighted feature of the Lone Ring to Incorporated is created by George W. Crenzl. Produced by Crenzl Campbell Muir Incorporated. Charles D. Livingston. And edited it by Frank Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Boomer. He'll announce the friend boy. Who by general meals every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time, be sure to listen. This recorded program has come to you from Detroit. This is ABC Radio Network.