 Lux presents Hollywood. The Lux Radio Theater brings you Bob Hope, Madeline Carroll and Ralph Delamy in Love Is New. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil V. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. A Confucius of the newspaper business once said, If not news when dog bites man, but it's definitely news when man bites dog. So when Cupid throws a dart at a matinee idol, it's just routine. But when Bob Hope machine guns Cupid, ladies and gentlemen, love is news. In fact, Bob chucks the whole tradition of courtship right out the window and invents his own system as he goes along. As a star reporter, he proves that he has an eye for beauty as well as a nose for news by selecting Madeline Carroll as the lady who ruins his disposition. But it takes three to make this romance, and Ralph Delamy is a third party that even Bob can't laugh off. Love Is News brings Bob to this stage for the first time in his history and ours. We've been trying to find him a place since last spring, but it was Bob himself who finally found this one. He telephoned me one day from his golf club, and said he'd just solved the problem in a sand trap. I'll admit I was a little ashamed. There I'd been sitting in a nice, cool office hunting for a Bob Hope play, and Bob, out there suffering on a blazing hot golf course, had beaten me to it. But those who saw this play on the screen needn't be alarmed if we've taken a few liberties with the script. In fact, with Mr. Hope playing the reporter, the script hasn't been the same at any two rehearsals. You'll hear Madeline Carroll as a high-handed heiress in this gay comedy, and Ralph Delamy as a semi-hard-boiled city editor. Who sends Bob on the biggest news story of his life, if you admit that Love Is News. Of course, beauty is news too, and that's where Lux Toilet Soap comes in. Most women know all about Lux Toilet Soap, but those who don't will find it good news indeed. Now the line of types hum, the presses roar, and the curtain rises on the first act of Love Is News, starring Bob Hope as Steve Layton, Madeline Carroll as Tony Gateson, and Ralph Delamy as Marty Canavan. First with all the news, Circulation One Million, so reads the electric sign on the New York Daily Express building. Just at the moment, however, the editorial staff of this model of American journalism is in a holiday mood, and an overturned wastebasket stands the paper-based reporter, Steve Layton, holding high a funeral wreath of roses which bears the motto, rest in peace. The staff crowding around cheers him on jubilantly. Quiet please, quiet, my dear friends, fine journalists all, we are gathered here today to mourn the loss of our dearly beloved Daily Express. Shocked to an untimely death by the appointment of a new city editor, that heartless, soulless, journalistic Simon Legree, Martin J. Canavan. I'll take a hiss on that. You'd like to stop me, Steve? You'll be here in a minute. And so I give you our new editor, Martin J. Canavan, that sinister spawn of Satan, that perfume pig, that rose-watered rat. Stop me if you've heard this before. Martin J. Canavan. That new city editor of the Daily Express. Good morning. Good morning, Mr. Canavan. Hold it, everybody. Don't leave, please. Hello, Steve. What's cooking? We're roasting a little ham. Hi, Mr. Rat. Well, well, roses. For me? My dear friends, I'm deeply touched by this tribute of affection and esteem. I've been summoned to instill new life into this anemic, debilitated rag of a newspaper. And I'm looking forward, joyously, to the full cooperation of every member of this staff. I mean to have it or else. Whoever's not on his toes will be out on his ear. That's all. Boy! Deliver these flowers to Miss Daisy Delroy, Central Park Hotel, Room 428. Yeah, then run down quick to 328 and catch her as she falls through the floor. Beat it. Go on. Ah, let's see. Where could it be? Are you looking for something, Mr. Canavan? Yeah, your resignation. There isn't any. Meaning you're going to stick? No, meaning that I want you to fire me again. I love to hear that cute little speech you always make. You're talking about the time I threw you off the star. Yeah, funny wasn't it. Step into my office. Well, you Steve. Now look, Stevie, what do you say we bury the hatchet? I got a tough job in my hands and I need your help. We've had our little differences, but what about it? We've had a lot of great times together, too, haven't we? Well, you know, that was a chambermaid. You stole the papers at a Colonel Randolph's apartment. Boy, did you look like a real chambermaid. Yeah, I'm still getting Valentine's from the butler. That's so awesome. And save. How about tonight we got boiled and rode horseback down Broadway? Oh, Stevie, stop. Then you rode the horse into the Astor Hotel and tried to get a room. I remember. And the horse wanted twin bed. Stop. Oh, Stevie, stop. Well, what do you say, huh? To what? To sticking with me. Tell me what I'll do. Just a minute. Hello, Miss Lane. Listen, draw up a year's contract for Steve Layton with a $25 a week increase. Well, Stevie, anything else I can do for you? Remember the last time you tore up my contract and gave me a new one? You tore up the new one? Remember what I called you that day? Yeah. You're the same thing now, only fatter. Why that dirty two-timing heel? Come back here, you. Hello, what do you want? I'm busy. All right, put it on. Hello, money. Who is this? I've got a hot tip to start you on your new job. Yeah, what? Who doesn't know her? Well, she just left here on a plane for New York. Gets in at three your time. Yeah, does that count with her? No, that's the story. She walked out on the count this morning in Chicago. Eddie, you're a sweetheart. I'll get you $50 for this. Goodbye. Mr. Finley in his office? Well, tell him I'm on the way here. I let my class in journalism, Mr. Finley. Very interesting. Well, not only that, but while I was elected by Bader Cappen, graduated Max and McComb Rauber. You don't say. So, if you'll give me an opportunity, Mr. Finley, I'll give you $50. One second, Marty. Sorry, my boy, I'd like to give you a job, but there isn't an opening present. Oh, I see. Wait a minute, you're a college grandkid. Oh, yes, sir, I am. All right, you're hired. Now listen carefully. There's a fellow there named Steve Lake. Tell him Mr. Canavan sent you for his police card and that you're going to interview Antoinette Gates who arrives at the airport at three o'clock. Oh, yes, sir. Only Gateson. This kid could never cover that yarn. Leave it to me, kid. Beat it. Go on, son. Yes, sir. I'm giving you the chance of a lifetime. I shall arrive behind my shield. Marty, what's the idea of sending a cub on a tough assignment like that? He must be nuts. Ah, just psychic. What do you think's likely to happen if Steve will think when he learns that there's a Tony Gateson scoop in the arping? Well, I know what he'll do. He'll break his neck trying to get to the airport himself. Fight again, Mr. Finley. Yeah. You know, Marty, I'm sorry about that kid's nose. That's life, chief. That's life. Oh, hello. Who is this? Speak louder. I can't hear you. This is Edelston. Oh, hello, son. Where are you? I'm in Saloon. Yeah, yeah, go on. I'll break your neck, you dumb little squirt. Marty? Well, come in, Mr. Layton. That was a nice stunt you pulled, your double-crossing wrap. You got that boy drunk. That boy got drunk himself on two beers. One with a Mickey. Furthermore, you're a bigger heel than I thought you were. You sent him down there to burn me up. Well, your trick didn't work, Marty. Every sheet in town has a Gateson scoop now accepted Daily Express. How do you like that? I'll admit I pulled some fast ones, but I have no job in this town. Get me Finley. It's no use. He drinks, too. I'll show you. Hello, Mr. Finley. We've been double-crossed on the Gateson scoop. The dirty, slimyest deal I've ever been handed. Who did it? Steve Layton. It's up to us to see that every editor in town hears about it. What do you do? He got the new kid drunk. The drunk, he couldn't cover the story. Then he kidded him into blabbing the tip to every other rag in town. Give me that phone. Hello, Mr. Finley, it's a lie. By the time you come, too, I'll have your story sewed up. Marty. Marty, is it okay to speak leave? Yeah. You gonna cover the story for us? That's right. Marty, that's great. So far, like a ton of bricks didn't he? Yeah. Me, too. Step by from Chicago, arriving at Gate 3. Hey, you. Get back to that gate. You ain't allowed on the field. Oh, good afternoon, Officer. Say, keep this under your hat, but I'm here to meet Miss Tony Gateson. Oh, you are. Well, no reporter's allowed on the field, see? I know, Officer. I've got a police escort waiting to make sure no reporters get to her. Oh, yeah? Sure. Watch. All right, boys, keep that gate closed. Nobody goes out to meet that plane except me. Yes, sir. See you, Officer. Tony. Oh, Tony, when do we come down? Do you feel any better, darling? No. But come on. Buck up. We're practically in. In where? New York, darling. And 1,000 miles from his Highness count, Roberto Donzelli. The blue-blooded moron. Tony, I don't think he should talk that way. Roberto's a charming gentleman. He were my fiancee. Ex-fiancé. All right. Ex-fiancé. If he were my ex-fiancé, well, I'd be a little kinder to him. Oh, Lo is darling. You're sweet, but you are a little naive. Wait till you come into Aunt Stevie's million. Wait till every man you meet looks into your eyes and sees only a bank account. And wait till a lot of nosy reporters start making a side show out of your private life. Oh, what do you care what those stupid papers stand? Oh, I suppose I should laugh stuff like this off. Look at this paper. Tony Gateson buys us off a count. Tin Can Countess says American men are booers. Exclusive interview by Steve Lacey. You never said that, did you? Never said it, why, I've never even seen the lying snoop. He got that interview from a maid I find. I can never understand why they call him gentlemen of the press. Oh, thank heaven we're here. Let's get out quick. Oh, Miss Gateson. Yes? Who are you? Oh, how are you, Miss Gateson? I hate to tell you this, but there's a mobber reporter waiting at the gate. There you see, Lois? However, I have a police escort to see you to your car. Oh, that's awfully nice of you. I may suggest, Miss Gateson, if we send your friend out with the police, the reporters will think it's you and you can get away by yourself. Oh, that's a great idea. Will you do it, Lois? Of course. All right, put your collar up, darling. Go ahead, I'll see you at Uncle Cyrus' house. All right. Good luck, darling. Nice trick, if it works. Oh, you leave it to my men, Miss Gateson. We put it over in those smart Alec reporters before. Pess all of them. Pess? They're worse than that. They're rats. They certainly are. In fact, they're great big rats. They certainly are. And the head rat is that fellow Steve Layton. Yes, sir. Reporters are awful. They always bother passengers, especially when there's celebrities like yourself. Now, don't tell me you want my autograph. No, but I would like a cigarette. Oh, certainly. Here. Thank you, but I don't think I'll smoke this. I think I'll save it for my grandchildren as a souvenir of the beautiful Countess Donzelli. Well, if that's what you're saving it for, have a life. Well, well, you mean there will be no Countess Donzelli? Just between the two of us, it's over. Finished. On the level? Say, those reporters out there would like to know about that. I know it. All I want is just a few days so I can get just as much distance between me and the Countess possible. All he wanted was my ten million dollars. Well, nobody thought he wanted a marry you just to escape the draft. But you know what the papers will say, that you've gone to hunt another Count. Well, I'll be just about as much truth in that as everything else they've printed about me. No. The next man who puts a ring on this finger will have to have a good old American title, like a plumber, bricklayer, motorman, anything but reporters. Tony. No, it's not the matter. Those reporters just told me, do you know who this man is? He's that Steve Layton from the Express. What? And judging by that smirk on his face, he's tricked you into telling him plenty. Young lady, you're an excellent judge of smirks. A reporter. How nice. He's getting a bit chilly in here. Goodbye, Miss Gaetson. Thank you very much for the cigarette and the pleasant chat. Which you will now distort into a pack of lies. I've got to give our readers what they want. I wonder how you'd like being mobbed by a bunch of peeping Tom. How would you like being a public freak? For your dough, I'd be JoJo the dog face boy. That leaves me wide open, doesn't it? So it's no go. You won't kill the story. I can't. Sorry. All right, you win. Mr. Layton, you're very ingenious by getting in and out of places. Maybe you can suggest how I can get out of here without being annoyed by those other reporters. All of that's easy. You just get the pilot to taxi the plane to the edge of the field, jump over the fence by the greenhouse, have your car come around and pick you up there. Well, now that's wonderful. Why didn't I think of that? You wouldn't buy any chance like me to give you a lift back into town, would you? Say thanks. You know, you're being a pretty good sport about this thing. Oh, that's all right. You go ahead in my car and I'll meet you. All right. See you at the greenhouse. See you at the greenhouse. Tony, what are you going to do? You'll print everything you sell. Oh, no, he won't. I'm going to fix that gentleman's wagon right now. Get those other reporters here. What? Well, how? Officer, let those reporters through the gate, will you? Tony, what are you going to do? Just watch. How are they going to do that? I'm going to fire Chesswoman one at a time, please. You boys want to save them, I suppose? All right, here it is. Miss Ampannette Gaixon, Tony to you boys, takes pleasure in announcing her engagement to Mr. Stephen Layton of the New York Express. We've been secretly in love for months and as a little engagement gift, I'm going to give Stevie Kins a million dollars all for himself. That's all, boys. Excuse me now, I've got to go and meet my Stevie Kins. We want to be alone. You can let me off anywhere along here, Miss Gaixon. Oh, you don't have to rush off, Mr. Layton. Well, I want to get the story in. You can phone it for Michael Files, his house. Come and have tea. Okay, why not? Say, you don't know what a kick I'm getting out of this, Miss Gaixon. Really, Mr. Layton? Oh, am I happy, lady? Of course I am. Why, no other rag in town has this story except me. Isn't that wonderful. How are us on here? Very good, Miss Gaixon. Hey, this is a nice little hideout you have here. Two more feet on the entrance hall and you can lay out a bowling alley. Simple little place, but it's home to us. Tony! Is that you? Hello, Uncle, are you, darling? Well, I'm home, Tony, darling. I... Oh, how's that, you come? No, darling, this is Mr. Layton. My uncle, Mr. Jeffrey. I do, Mr. Jeffrey. Who's he? Mr. Layton, the reporter. What? You and the cat dragging the darndest things. I've heard nice things about you too, Mr. Jeffrey, but I've heard nicer things about the cat. Do you mind if I use your phone? Thank you very much. Tony, what's this ape doing here? I can't stand reporters, you know that. Leave it, can I, darling? And what in the name of heaven do you... Relax, Uncle, relax. Hello, Turner. Take this down exactly as I give it to you. Quote, in an exclusive interview with the Express today, Miss Tony Gaixon, the tin can countess, announced that she and the Countdown Zellie have pfft... P-double-F. Pfft. That scandal monger I'll carry him in two or three. Tch, don't disturb him, darling. He's dictating his own obituaries. In her luxurious Fifth Avenue mansion, a disillusionerous fleeing from her amorous fiance was welcomed by her Uncle Cyrus Jeffrey, the well-known financier and second-story man, and, quote, oh, and one thing more, tell Mr. Marty Canavan that this story is exclusive with a capital E. Inform the gentleman that he can reach me that he can reach me in Mr. Jeffery's living room where I'm going to be served with tea and crumpets. No, no, crumpets. Listen, you dope, you misunderstood me. Crumpets have nothing to do with swing bands. Crumpets, that French for bagel. Ms. Gateson, this is the happiest hour of my life. What a story. What a story. Look at this, Finley. Eris, please, from Count, exclusive interview with Tony Gateson. That's great, Marty. That's good we've had in months. So that reminds me. Yes, sir. Give Steve Layton a $50 bonus. Yes, sir. I always knew he'd be a top man someday. Here you are, Mr. Canavan. He needs a clinical career in his fat. Thanks, kid. Wait till they get a load of our front page. What's the career running of their lead? Let's see. Eris to wed reporter Tony Gateson will... What is this? Tony Gateson will marry Steve Layton reporter. I'm crazy. I'm raving. Look at this, the fat reporter lands Eris. It's a million-dollar dollar. It's a nightmare. Wake me up. The clinical. Tony Gateson, Count for Pendulous reporter. Hello. Hello. Yes, sir. Stop the presses. Kill the lead story. Get me a rewrite, man. Right away. Take Steve Layton off the payroll. He's fired. Oh, is this a crumpet? Tastes like a dog biscuit that had gone Hollywood. Now, listen. You've got your story. Why don't you get out of here? Uncle Cyrus, he's our guest. And anyway, there's something else I've got to tell him. More. I'll say that as well. You told him plenty already. Nah, now, Uncle Cyrus. There's no use getting sore. I just out guessed your niece, that's all. And this newspaper racket, you got to know your way around it. You're just out of luck. Mr. Jeffery. Well, what is it, Jones? The evening papers, sir. Oh, thank you. Well, let's see the express, will you? Thanks. I want to see what they did to my story. Here we are. Let's see now. Tony Gateson to wed Steve Layton. It's a lie. Let me see. Who did this? What did it? Let me see. What is it? A murder? Not Jeff, but there may be. How is that, Mr. Layton? Why, this story is ridiculous. You're not going to marry my niece? Of course not. I wouldn't marry her if she had a million-dollar. But I've got ten million dollars. I don't want ten million dollars. What would I do with myself on bank night? Tony, this isn't true, is it? Well, it's just about as true as the other things that gentleman of the press has been writing about me. I'll take that. Give me that phone. Let go. Yes, Mr. Caringwood. Stephen is here. Give it to me. Well, of course it's true. I'm mad about him. He's my dream man. Give me that phone. Hello. Hello, Marty. This is Layton. Cut it out. Will you listen? Marty, listen. I didn't give out that yarn. Would I do a thing like that to you? Yes, Dad. But I tell you, it isn't true. It's a lie. My word of honor. Your word of honor. Hello. Hello. A bit skeptical, your editor, isn't he? Listen, you get on that phone and tell him the truth. Oh, darling, don't be so masterful after we're only engaged. Are you going to retract this story? Retract it. I'm going to build it up. I'm going to keep you on the front page. I'm going to show you what it feels like to be a public freak. Oh, no, you're not. No one is going to make a comedian out of me. I'll have something to say about that. Darling, why you should be flatter? Think of my millions. I'm thinking of millions of your broken bones. Nevertheless, we are engaged. Not for long, we aren't. But just as long as it makes news. And when the scandal mongers get tired of reading about that, I'll give them another story. Eris Ayres reporter. I've put you in the headlines, Mr. Layton, and I'm going to keep you there. After a brief intermission, Mr. DeMille and our stars Bob Hope, Madeleine Curle and Ralph Bellamy represent Act Two of Love is News. And in the meantime, let's listen in on young Mary Brown soon to become a bride. There. Mary, doesn't that make you even the tiniest bitch, Jerry? Oh, I'm only afraid I'll cry at the wedding. I'm so happy. Well, you'll look lovely whatever you do, Mary. In fact, you're looking pretty grand right now. Tell me, is that brooch you're wearing a sort of pre-wedding gift? Oh, no, I bought it myself. Well, it's beautiful. But I'm afraid you're developing expensive tastes. 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Now, our producer, Mr. DeMille, act two of Love Is News, starring Bob Hope as Steve Layton, Madeleine Carroll as Tony Gateson, and Ralph Bellamy as Marty Canavan. A world eager for heartthrobs has pounced on the romance of the heiress and the penniless reporter. Newspapers scream their innermost secrets. Once again, Love's old sweet song is being wobbled in headlines three inches high. In the streets, crowds follow the luckless reporter. Autograph hounds pursue him day and night. Everyone is deliriously happy, except Stevens. Listen, you get on this phone, I want to speak to you, you understand? I want to... Hello, Stevie Can. Oh, good morning, Miss Gateson. How are you feeling, darling? Listen, Miss Gateson, don't you think you've carried this thing far enough? How about calling it off? Oh, shit. All right, I admit I got what I deserved. You've had your fun. Come on, I'll be a good fellow, will you? I'm sorry. Miss Gateson, please. Look, meet me for lunch, will you? Some little place where your credit's good. Oh, now listen. Some other time, darling. You'll see me the day I'll follow you down to Long Island and disgrace you in front of every friend you have. Thank you, John. Oh, hello, Mrs. Flaherty. Listen, if it's about that back rent I owe, I'll gladly pay you, just as soon as I get some 10s and 5s printed up. Oh, go along with you now. Sure, now I'm not to worry about a poultry $30 and you a millionaire, Mr. Layton. Mrs. Flaherty, I am not a millionaire. Oh, now, now, Mr. Layton. I can read the papers as well as the next person. All right, all right, I'm a millionaire. Could you lend me two bucks? I need two bucks to get to Long Island. I've got to see a lady about a dog. What dog? Me. Well, how about the two bucks? Well, of course, you're not a millionaire until you get married, are you? All right, never mind. I'll get there somehow. Oh, before I forget, there's a man down in the street waiting to see you. Yeah? About 30 of them. They all want to sell you something. What'll I tell him? Tell him I've already got a brush. No, wait a minute. I'll go down and speak to them myself. I've got an idea. Oh, wait, oh, wait, tone it down to ecology. Look, I'm not buying any stock and I don't want any more insurance. Where's the guy who wants to demonstrate a car? Hey, that's me. Well, will you demonstrate out on Long Island? Yes, sure, sure. All right, come on. It's got a custom built body and two radios. Hurry up. Hurry up. Oh, look, Mr. Baton, you can't let this go, you can't afford it. Hey, listen to that motor. 60 miles an hour and you can hardly hear it. An hour doing 70, 80. Stop talking and watch for an airport. Say, how are the brakes on this crate? The brakes? You never saw brakes like this on any car that was ever built. Watch. Never mind now. I mean, I would just. Hey, cut it out. Cut it out. Cut it out. Cut it out. What are you trying to do? Kill me? Ha, ha, ha. Some brakes, huh? Yeah, help me pull my head out of the windshield. Come on, sorry, Mr. Layton. I just wanted to show you what the car would do. Did you see that car go by? She was sure traveling, huh? Yeah, and I saw who was in it, too. Follow that car. I want to speak to the girl in it. Okay. Wait a second. I think that cop wants to speak to her, too. Drive up and park behind her. I want to get a load of this. Let's see your driver's license. Sorry, officer, but I haven't got it with me. What did you stop me for? 85 miles an hour on the county highway. 60 miles an hour through the village of Meadowville. Failure to stop for a red light. Passing four cars on the wrong side. Reckless driving. Failure to stop for an officer of the law. That's all so far. All right, hurry up and give me my ticket, will you? This is one time you don't get a ticket, lady. You can't get away with that stuff in Meadowville County. You're under arrest. Good morning, Your Honor. What do you want? My name is Steve Layton, Your Honor. Mind if I use your phone? Thanks. Listen, young man, this is a courtroom, not a phone booth. Say I'm all out of Knickers, Judge. You got a slug? Sure. Here you go. Wait a minute. Slugs are against the law. Besides, this is my last one. Thanks, Judge. If you get in the jam, I'll fix it for you. Say you have a Miss Gateson under arrest for speeding, haven't you? Yeah, what about it? Hello, Daily Express. Hello, this is Layton. Give me Marty Canavan. If you're her lawyer, you can get her out for $50. That's your fine. $50? Well, well. Hello. Hello, Marty. This is Steve. Listen, Marty. I've got something hot. Well, you can keep it. No, listen. This is on the level. I've got Tony Gateson in Meadowville Jail. What? For speeding. If you work fast, you can scoop every rag in town. Is this straight? So help me. I'm with the judge right now. Steve, you're marvelous. Put Steve Layton back in the payroll and give him a $100 bonus. Honey, I like that, Stevie. Oh, I just spilled no in. Look, I'll call you right back as soon as I've had a talk with the judge. Good boy, Stevie. Everyone, do you know good talk to me? Oh, not just a minute, Judge. Do you realize Miss Gateson is America's richest there is? Yeah, I don't care who she is. I'm going to find her $50. But she's the niece of Cyrus Jeffrey, the railroad king. $75. And the more you talk, the worse it'll be for her. Oh, yeah? Now look here. Her ancestors came over here on the Mayflower. Well, don't look at me that way. It was an excursion. $100. I'll appeal the case. $200. I'll take this to the Supreme Court. Oh, you will, huh? Joe, bring in the prisoner. Okay, Your Honor. You big city shysters can't tell me how to run my court. Maybe Miss Gateson will. Oh, she will, huh? $300. Here she is, Your Honor. Oh, Miss Gateson, I've just been trying to reason with the judge. Really? Well, that's very sweet of you. I think I've fixed it. Young lady. Yes, Your Honor? Young lady, I made a slight change in your sentence. Oh, thank you. I hereby find you $300, $30 in jail without bail. What? Why, that's ridiculous. $30 days, no back talk. Yes, sir. Come on. I'll see that you locked up myself. Can I watch two, Judge? I've always wanted to see a mink in the clink. I'll give you five minutes, wither. Then out you go. Five minutes is all I'll need, Judge. Right in there, Miss Gateson. Why, Judge, no bar. I'm not worried about that. Come Saturday night. Well, I cleaned that up, didn't I? Lovely view, isn't it? Beautiful. She was only a tin can, Countess. Now she's queen of the Meadowville can. Yeah. Say, pal. Yeah, what? You got a can opener, pal? Here's a mail file. Starts on, Cesar. Hey, this ain't a real jail. What makes you say that, Butch? I don't see George Raft in it. Hey, listen. I left me vanity case in my car. Would you just grab it and slip it to me? Your vanity case? Yeah. Certainly, Tuts. Don't go away. I'll be right back. Oh, no. I won't go away. Judge! What you making all that noise for? Judge, that man who was just in here, he's robbing my car. What? He's your lawyer, isn't he? Certainly not. He's a thief. Get out there and grab it. I'll grab more, all right. Hurry, Judge, hurry! Hey, you! What are you doing in that car? Oh, I'm just looking for Miss Gates's vanity case. I mean, is that so? Well, come inside and prove it, you sneak thief. Oh, no. Wait a minute, Judge. He sent me out for it. Yeah? Well, we find out about that. Oh, but your honor, I tell you... Shut up! Hello, pal. Did you catch him in the act, Judge? He said you send him for your vanity case. That's ridiculous. I have it right here. See? Say, what kind of... You're under arrest. Get in the next cell. Oh, Judge, this is a frame up! Get in there. Judge, I tell you it's a... Get in there! Judge, you can't do this! Shut up! Let me out of here. Let me out of here. You got the wrong guy. It's them Dalton boys that done it. What are you in for, pal? Murder? I would be if I could get to you. Here, pal. Here's a nail file. Stop sewing, pal. Stevie Kim's in jail to be near his Tony Kim's extreme. I'm not exercising your adenoids some other time. What's the matter, darling? Don't you like my singing? It's not in my sentence. Over these... I'm in your head to see a medical. Oh, how modest! Look, darling, my friend. Oh, wait a minute. Now, darling, don't excite yourself. They're not hanging me till tomorrow. Oh, I was terribly upset when I heard about it. I was just going to dinner with a count And Carol? Why, yes. He flew in from Chicago this morning. Antoine, how is it possible they put you in so terrible a place like this? Hello, Roberto. Oh, it's not so bad. It's a matter of fact. It reminds me of your palazzo, especially the plumbing. Tony, darling, is that your Stevie Kim's over there? He's so cute. Yeah, how are you, Fetty? I'm not that. I'm just teasing you, Plump. What are you trying to do? Please, everybody? Folks, he's a little stir crazy. I must relate on my compliments. It took a great lover to win Miss Gates on a way from me. Tell me, what is this strange attraction you have for women? Well, all I am and all I ever hope to be, I owe to my sense in. Coming out, Puffy. I'll have you out of here in a jiffy. I'll be muddy, long jiffy. Attaboy, Judge, don't let him bluff you. You keep out of this? No, listen, Judge, you open that cell. Open it or I'll have you impeached. Judge, don't let him intimidate you. That's contempt of court. Sure. I've got a good mind to lock him up to. What? Do you know who I am? No, and I don't care. You're talking to the law. Attaboy, Judge, remember the power of the presses behind it. Are you kidding me? Shut up. Shut up. I'm gonna beat Judge and get a draw. I'm gonna take care of this, Judge. We'll show you. You do penny and a judge. We'll show you what... Oh, if I had the wings of an angel. Oh, dear. What's the matter? I'm out of cigarettes. Oh, what a shame. You don't have to happen to have one, do you? Well, let's see. Yeah, mm-hmm. Just one. Think I'll smoke it. I don't suppose you could possibly spare me a puff, huh? Well, no, but I tell you what I will do. I'll blow some your way. Oh, thanks awfully. That's wonderful. Here. You don't deserve it, but I'll give you a puff. Oh, you're a darling. Give me. I'll hold it. I'll just reach through the bars. One puff, and that's all. Here. I can't reach it there. Here. Is that better? A little closer, please. There. That's fine. Oh, oh! You bit me. You bit my hand. Did I know they never could break me of that habit? Oh. Well, never mind the finger. Just give me back my ring. Hey, hey. Where's that cigarette handed over? Sorry, but you dropped it in my cell. Find us keepers. My, and ivory tips. You buy them at the corner? No, I've got an elephant in Africa that makes them up for me. I'll get even with you for this. You wait and see. Ha, ha. All right, all right, all right, you. Get your things together. You're getting out of here. Judge, are you talking to me? Yes, I am. I just got served to one of them habeas corpuses. I got to let you go. Oh, thank you, Judge. Hey, what about me? You're staying in. For how long? Well, I ain't decided yet. But I've set the trial for a week and two weeks. Oh, now, wait a minute. Now, don't get excited, Mr. Layton. Judge, listen. Do you suppose that if Mr. Layton paid a fine or something, you could let him out now? Well, I guess it could be range, yes. Sure. Hey, what is this? Do you mean you're willing to go to the front for me? I was up to you. You want to get out, don't you? Yeah, sure I do, but I can't believe it. Oh, maybe this will convince you of my good intentions. How much is this fine, Judge? Well, now, let me see. I'd say about four dollars in cost. That'll make it an even five dollars. Five dollars? That's what I said. But that's ridiculous five-hole dollars. Hey, what goes on? Now, not a cent cheaper. You're getting a bargain rate as of yet. Now, Judge, let's be reasonable. No, not from old mother. No, ma'am. Listen, pay the five dollars and stop up. Five dollars? I will not. Who does he think he is? We'll appeal a case. That's what we'll do. Don't be ridiculous. We'll fight this thing through to the Supreme Court. Now, look here, young woman. I will not look here. Listen, give him the five bucks and let me out of this trap. Don't you worry, Steve. There's still justice in this country. We'll spring you, pal. It won't cost a nickel. Artie, I'm out. Peace next week. Oh, but listen. When do I get out? Oh, pal. Well, this ain't the first time I've got the bird. Well, just for that, young man, I'll postpone your trial. I'll show you. Yes, I will. Wait, listen. Let me out of here. Let me out of here. In just a few moments, Mr. DeMille and our stars, Bob Hope, Madeline Carroll, and Ralph Bellamy will return with act three of Love is News. Well, here's Sally. All dressed up in a new fall outfit, too. Sally, you look mighty nice. Thanks, Mr. Ruick. I'm glad you noticed because I'm dressed up for a special reason. Oh, Sally, it's that black and white brooch you're wearing that takes my eye. It looks like a million. Now, I know women everywhere are going to want one just like it. Well, aren't you going to remind them how to get one? You bet I am. I don't want a single woman in our audience to miss this wonderful offer by the makers of Luxe Tourism. The pin Sally is wearing is designed after a brooch worn by Vivian Lee and gone with the wind. We call it the Scarlett O'Hara brooch. It's a simulated cameo, a pure white head on an ebony background encircled with a distinctive Grecian border design. The brooch has a gold finish setting that just sets off the black and white center. The fine workmanship and the expensive looking finish make it a real jewelry piece. And of course, it has a safety clasp, too. And now I'll tell you again how every woman can own one. Go to your dealer and buy three cakes of Luxe Toilet soap. Ask him for an order blank or write your name and address plainly on a piece of paper and send it with the three Luxe Toilet soap wrappers and 15 cents in coin. No stamps, please. Do Luxe Toilet soap box one New York City. Your Scarlett O'Hara brooch will be mailed to you promptly. Now I know you're going to be pleased with its smartness and expensive look and delighted with the wonderful bargain you're getting. With your brooch, you'll receive an illustrated order blank for handsome matching pieces to complete your Scarlett O'Hara ensemble. Ring, bracelet, pendant, ear rings, all of beautiful design and all at amazing bargain prices. No one can believe me, Mr. Ruick, when I tell them how inexpensive this Scarlett O'Hara brooch is. Everyone thinks it costs a whole lot. And the original Scarlett O'Hara brooch probably did sell it. But the makers of Luxe Toilet soap are making this marvelous offer to every woman who uses their famous product. And frankly, they believe that the women who haven't yet used Luxe Toilet soap will see in this brooch a practically irresistible reason to try it. And you know, Sally, once a woman's used Luxe Toilet soap, she's pretty apt to make it her regular complexion care. Well, that's what nine out of ten screen stars have done, Mr. Ruick. That's right, they have. And one thing more. We're having a huge demand for this stunning brooch, so don't delay. Be sure to send your name and address with 15 cents and three Luxe Toilet soap wrappers tomorrow to Luxe Toilet soap Box One New York City. I'll repeat that. Luxe Toilet soap Box One New York City. This offer is good only in the United States. We pause now for station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. K and X Los Angeles, The Voice of Hollywood. The curtain rises on the third act of Love is News. A week has passed. Except for Steve Layton's release from jail, the situation remains unchanged. And Love is still on the front page. In his humble one-room apartment, public curiosity number one is sewing a button on his coat torn off by a female souvenir hunter. Suddenly the door is flung open and a stranger breezes in. Yeah, who are you? Joe Brady's a name. Just call me Joe. Well, well, doing your own sewing, eh? You millionaires have some funny hobbies, all right? I know one that collects matchboxes. Yeah, what else do you know? Mr. Layton, I'm a man of a few words. I have something here to interest you. I know you're rich, but how would you like to make a thousand dollars a week? A thousand dollars? Well, I made you. When do I join the unit? All you gotta do is to sign on that other line. Sign right there, Steve. Hey, what's all this about? Personal appearances. A thousand dollars, 12 weeks. Twelve thousand dollars. You open at the State Friday. Can you hook, sing? Well, it doesn't matter. All you gotta do is come out, pull a couple of gags, and then tell the peasants how you knocked over the hundred million dollar babies. Get out of here. What? Get out before I throw you out. Ain't no way to go on. Ben, listen, there's a movie contract too. Now cut it out, cut it out. Come in that door again now and murder you. Oh, it's you. How are you, Steve again? If you're doing relief work, the slums are two blocks east. Well, you wouldn't answer my phone call, so I thought I'd better come over. You'll excuse me if I get on with my sewing, won't you? I'll let my ballot go this evening. Oh, here, let me do that for you. You, you'd probably sew it to my chest. You think so, huh? Yes. Come on, Smarty, give me the needle. Goodness, how did all the buttons come off your coat? Oh, my stomach is always in there punching. There, how am I doing? Pretty wonderful, huh? Yeah, but I still think the button would look better on the outside of the coat. Can you cook too? Beautifully. Yeah, maybe I should take our engagement seriously. I'm afraid not. As a matter of fact, I've just come over from a very delightful dinner party for the express purpose of telling you that I'm jilting you. You're what? Oh, I get it. Aracera's reporter, more headlines, huh? Okay, it'll be great. Great publicity. Publicity for what? For my portable tour. The poor reporter gets a thousand dollars a week for telling the public how he won the hundred million dollar eras. You wouldn't do anything so cheap. Oh, wouldn't I? Go on, tell the papers that you're gonna joke me. I'll welcome all the publicity you can give me now. Make me just as big a public freak as you can. Go on, joke me. I'll do nothing of the kind. Then we're still engaged? We certainly are. You sure? Positive. All right, then. Come here. What did you have in mind, Mr. Layton? Well, I guess it's okay for a fellow to kiss his fiance, isn't it? Well, I've heard of it, yes. Well, you're seeing it now. Come here. Well, why don't you say something? I'm waiting for my toes done, Curl. Maybe I should have thought of this before. Maybe. Come here. Yes, I'm sure I should have thought of it before. Look, I'm afraid this engagement about it is impossible. I think we better call the whole thing off. What? That's like calling off a ball game after the first pitch. Please, I'll do anything you suggest. All right. Will you meet me at the Express tomorrow morning, 10 o'clock? I want Canavan to get the story first. He won't believe me, but if you're there... I'll be there. Great. Well, so long. So long. And, let's say... Yes. Thanks for the needlework. Oh, that's all right. Well, so long. So long. We said that before. Yes, we did, didn't we? Goodbye. So long. Goodbye. Sound the level, Marty. She's coming at 10 o'clock. You're nuts. Well, just a minute, Marty. Maybe Layton's telling the truth. Why not wait and see? I tell you it's a waste of time, and I don't want this heel around the office. I tell you she'll be here. Tony Gateson coming to a newspaper office of all the idiotic imbecilic things. All right, all right, wise gal. Bet your sock in the jaw. She shows up her calls. Mr. Layton, your proposition intrigues me. What's the time limit? She said 10 o'clock, make it 10.15. Well, we send you a remain, Stevie. He's probably on her way right now. Sure, sure. Get your chin ready, Layton. Good morning, Miss Gateson. Good morning, Charles. To the office of the Daily Express, please. And hurry, I'm a little late. Yes, Miss. Tony! Tony! Tony, wait! What's the matter, Uncle Cyrus? It's, it's Lois. She's gone to the city hall to get married to the Count. Lois and the Count, but that's ridiculous! Nevertheless, it's, it's true. Well, listen, we've got to stop her. Well, Lois is of age. There's nothing I can do. Well, there's something I can do. I'd marry that dope myself before I'd let him ruin her life. Get in the car, Uncle Cyrus. Well, you, you think you can talk him out of it? You don't have to talk to the Count. You just jingle some change in your purse. Come on, let's go. Well, I hope this works. He's got to work. Charles, the video... Clark, Steve, what time to say? Oh, now, wait a second, Marty. Gabriel, until 10.15 to show up for call. Stick out your chin, Stevie Boy. Well, listen, I've still got five seconds. This is a pleasure I've been looking forward to for a long, long time. Is your five seconds up yet? Yeah, but I... Good! Hello? Oh, hey, Steve, it's Tony Gateson. Oh, why can't women ever be on time? Who's calling when you sock me? I'm sorry, Steve. I couldn't pull the punch. Hello, ma'am. Yes, he is. Just a minute. Here, Steve. She wants to speak to you. Hello? Hello, ma'am. Married? To who? Oh, now, wait a minute. Tony, you can't do that. I mean, we'll think it over. I have. Oh, but I thought you were all washed up with him. Congratulations. I hope you'll be very happy. Boy, what a scoop! She's marrying the Count, eh? Yeah. I'm sorry I slugged you, Steve. This is terrific. Wait a minute. Seems to me you collected a bet she didn't really win. If we'd have bet money, you'd have to have to pay me back, wouldn't you? Yeah, but I wasn't money, we bet. That's right, but you can pay it back, all right. This act will be a sensation. Go ahead, Tessie. Give him a line. Oh, Steve, Kim, I'll give you a million bucks. What's money to me? What do I care about society? I love you for yourself alone. Oh, Steve, you sweetheart, say it again. Oh, boy, that's great. But Tessie, you're playing a character. You're supposed to be a lady. Who says I ain't? Maybe it's only a rumor. All right, take it again in front of your bunk. Oh, can't you see I love you, Steve? Come in. Steve, I came to tell you... Oh, Miss Gateson, say you're just in time. Maybe you'll give Miss LaRue a few pointers. Pointers? Yeah, she's playing you in my vaudeville act. Okay, Tess, go ahead. Oh, can't you see I love you, Steve again, huh? But you'll be much happier with a comp, Miss Gateson. I'm only a poor but honest reporter. Oh, but you don't have to be poor. Remember, I have the Gateson millions. The Gateson millions aren't enough. That's contemptible, Steve. You can't do this. No, well, how about what you've done to me? It's my turn now. I'm going to make you the laughing stock of the country. I'm going to take you off the front page and put you in the comic section where you belong. Hey, Miss Gateson, how's about going in the act yourself? I can get you 750 a week. Yeah, maybe we can get the count, too. Can he hook? Can he sing? Oh, well, it doesn't matter. Layton Gateson and Don Zelle, we'll roll them in the aisles. I came up here to explain something to you, Mr. Layton, but you don't need to be interested. Sorry, but I got to think of my art. Come on, Tessy. I love you, darling. You're my dream girl. And you're my dream man. Oh, boy. You've got to do something. He'll disgrace me. The man's gone mad, I tell you. Oh, no, he isn't. He's a smart fellow, and I like him. What theaters are you going to play at? I think I'll go down and see him. Oh, but listen, you don't understand. He's only doing it for spite. He's a newspaper man. He'll ruin his career. Worrying about him now, are you? Well, after all it is my fault. I started the whole thing in the first place. Oh, please, you've got to do something. Just this one, please. Well, what about your friend, the Count? Oh, I'm through with him. I showed Lois what he was. That's all I wanted to do anyhow. I see. Tony, darling, are you really in love with this reporter fellow? I don't know. I guess so. And I guess so too. Well, there's only one thing I can do. I'll buy out the express secretly, and I'll make him city editor. Oh, Uncle Simon. Listen, what is this? Get away from my desk. It's my desk now, Mr. Canavan. I'm the new city editor. What? You're crazy. There's my contract. We didn't weep. You're the new... Hello? Yes, sir? Canavan speaking. Take me off the payroll. Yeah. That's just what I expected from you, your big lug. I knew you wouldn't be man enough to take it. You think I'm going to take orders from a dirty double... Mr. Layton. Yes? The Count. Send him in. Sit down, Marty. This'll be interesting. Yeah, for who? Good morning. Come in, Count. What's on your mind? Gentlemen, I will come right to the point. Would you be interested in publishing some very charming love letters? Love letters? Love letters. Of course, you understand I cherish these letters very highly. I wouldn't give them up without substantial consideration. Well, what makes you think we'd be interested in love letters? Oh, the whole world would be interested. They are from Tony Gateson. Tony Gateson? Well, sit down. Thank you. How much do you want, Count? Oh, it is a great bargain. Ten beautiful letters, $10,000. Okay, it's a deal. Where are they? All right here. And when do I get my check? Oh, come in, Miss Gateson. The best. I'm from Nett. Oh, no, no, don't leave, Miss Gateson. Have a chair. The Count and I were just finishing a little business transaction. Remember these letters? The better. Give them to me. Oh, but they are no longer mine. You can still give them back if you want to. No, no, no. That would be unethical. I've already sold them to you. How much? $10,000. I'll give you $25,000. Well, I have not yet received the money. You take one cent of her money and I'll have you arrested for blackmail. You made a bargain and you'll stick to it. These letters belong to the paper. All right, Mr. Layton. Go ahead and print them in your filthy sheet. If they're fifth to print. Oh, you would last found a chance to get even with me, both of you. All right, go ahead. I deserve it. I deserve it for getting mixed up with a couple of no-good so-and-sos like you two. We'll send you the check and the mail, Count. In the meantime, get your hand out of my pocket. Thank you. Are you bought them very cheap? Oh, you think you should have more, huh? Well... Marty, shall I give it to him? I'll toss you. Heads or tails? Tails. Heads? Heads it is. You give it to him, Marty. A pleasure. It's the first time I ever heard of a count taking the count. Here you are, Steve. Here's the front page. How do you like it? Tonicans, letters to counticans. Rip it out, Marty. We're not publishing the letters. Huh? Why not? I tore them up. That, my friend, is just like tearing up $10,000 bills. So let them fire me. I'm thinking of quitting anyway. I'll pay it back to them a dollar a week. Oh, I don't think they'll fire you. I just found out who owns this rag now. Mr. Cyrus Jepprey. Oh, yeah? So that's how I got the job, huh? The little woman with the big bank roll. All right. That settles it. I'm clearing out. You're gonna tell her? I don't ever want to see her again. Sure, sure. I know. Well, good luck, Steve. Thanks, Marty. See you around. Hello? Yes, sir? Call Tony Gaetson. Tell her she can probably find Steve at Mike Allegretti's place. Hello, Stevie Kiddens. Well, well, if it isn't the tin can, eras. Any statement for the press, Miss Gaetson? I didn't come here to give an interview. I came to get one from you. This place is getting a little too ritzy for me. Excuse me. Steve, listen, please. I represent the Daily Express, and I'd like to ask you a few questions. Steve, don't you think Tony Gaetson is a human being? When are you going to begin treating her like one? When are you going to begin acting like one yourself? Don't you realize she's sorry? Why don't you admit you're sorry? When did you first realize you loved her? Joe, give me that phone. Sure. Steve, Steve, when are you gonna forget her money? Is it her fault that she's rich? Do rich women have to be old maids? Hello, give me Canovan quick. Do you remember the time when you kissed her? Hello? Hello, Marty. Start the roll yet? I'll set the ghost, Steve. I'll set the ghost, Steve. Well, hold it a second. I've got a scoop. Steve, when are you going to kiss her again? Right now. Oh, Stevie. Did you hear that, Marty? Here's your headline. Stevenkins loves Tonykins. Next year, Tonykins. The curtain falls. And, of course, they live happily ever after. Now, Bob Hope, Madeleine Carroll, and Ralph Bellamy are back at the microphone for a curtain call. Just think what the newspaper business lost when Bob Hope became an actor. Oh, yeah, you know, I really put a lot of John Barrymore in my part tonight. Well, that's quite a coincidence, Bob. What is? Well, that's just what I was wishing I'd done, put John Barrymore in your part tonight. Forget it, Bob. We'll stick up for you no matter what they say. Oh, thanks, pal. Say, Mr. DeMille, from your observation of the show tonight, do you think that I'm ready for a heavy dramatic role will say in a picture like your Northwest Mounted Police with Madeleine here and Gary Cooper? Maybe like a good fight scene, Mr. DeMille. Well, what do you think of this, Bob? You're fighting with an Indian on the edge of a 50-foot precipice. You get closer and closer to the edge. Yes. Then you fall over. Here's a great idea, CB. The camera follows him all the way down. He's fighting all the time. Boy, what a scene. What happens to me and the Indian? Well, I don't know. We never could find the last man who tried it. You're afraid I'm not ready for that part dramatically. Bob, you mean you can't fight? Ralph, listen, every time I clench my fist, my right eye automatically orders a beef steak. You're going to be hard to get for that part. And now, before we say good night, Mr. DeMille, I'd like to tell the audience what I think of the product behind this theater. From my own experience, I know that luck soap is a real help in keeping your complexions soft and smooth. I've used it for a long time myself and I can sincerely recommend it to every woman. Hmm. After just looking at a good many thousand feet of your scenes and technical affiliate I can't imagine a better recommendation for our product. Why, thank you, sir. What would play in the Lux Radio Theater next week? Next Monday night, we're going to present Gary Cooper in the Westerner. And with him, we'll have Walter Brennan and Doris Davenport, the same stars who are in the picture. Our play is a rip-roaring story of the Old West, adapted from the Samuel Goldman picture just released. There's romance as well as adventure in this drama. And you'll hear Gary Cooper as the straight shooting defender of the underdog settlers in Texas. Gary never misses. And I don't see how we can miss either with this cast in the Westerner. You've got a customer right here for that one, CB. Well, I guess we'll be moving along now. Yes, Madeline, I've got my car right out. I'm sorry, Bob. I have a date with Ralph. Oh, forget him. Come on. Wait a minute. You heard the little lady say she's already got a date with me. Well, I'll take her for a ride in my car. I'll take her to Ocean Park. I'll take her to Ocean Park. Well, then I'll take her to Searles for a big $10 dinner. Well... I'm still at Ocean Park. Good night. I'll take you home, Madeline. I'll take you home. That's what I was hoping. Good night, boys. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Toilet Soak, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night at the Lux Radio Theatre presents Gary Cooper in the Westerner with Walter Brennan and Daris Davenport. This is Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. Herb and Tonight's Play were Lou Merrill as Uncle Cyrus and Tobin as Lois. Eddie Walter as Judge. Stuart Buchanan as Findlay. Charles Seal as Brady. Frederick Mackay as Count Dungelly. Barbara Meyer as Secretary. Wally Mayer as Salesman. Earl Gunn as Police Officer. Sally Payne as Tessie. And James Eagles, Jack Ruskoff, Russell Williams and Harold Daniels. Bob Hope returns to the air in his precedent program on Tuesday, September 24th. His latest picture is Paramount's The Ghostbreakers. It will soon start work in the road to Zanzibar. Madeline Carroll is now making the EH Griffith production Virginia at Paramount. Ralph Bellamy is now working on Braun's body, the first of the Ellery Queen series. The Scarlet O'Hara brooch offered you by the makers of Lux Toilet Soap is designed after one worn by Vivian Lee and Gone with the Wind, a Selznick international picture produced by David O. Selznick and released by Metro Golden Mayor. Our music is directed by Louis Silvers and your announcer has been Melville Roy. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.