 Remember a Hallmark card when you carry enough to send the very best to an unusual true story. Welcome to the Hallmark Hall of Fame, where we offer you true stories about real people. And tonight we are going to bring you one of the most remarkable stories from the pages of American history. You will hear a dramatization of the Pilgrim Father's first Thanksgiving in America and of the courageous Indian who made it possible. The Indian's name was Tesquantum. He was called Squanto and, believe it or not, he spoke with a cockney accent. Now you will hear this amazing true story in just a moment. And now here is Frank Gotts from the makers of Hallmark cards. One of the particular joys of Christmas is sending and receiving Christmas cards. While the pleasure Christmas cards bring can ever be measured, isn't it good to know that Hallmark cards are priced the same this year as they were last year and the year before? And the year before that? And that the quality of Hallmark cards has constantly improved throughout the years. Yes, today, just as for many Christmas seasons, that Hallmark on the back of your card is looked for and welcomed. It tells your friends you cared enough to send the very best. Lionel Barrymore appears by arrangement with Metro Golden Mayor, producers of the Cold Porter musical Kiss Me Kate, starring Catherine Grayson, Howard Keel and Ann Miller. And now Mr. Barrymore brings you tonight's exciting story on the Hallmark Hall of Fame. Texan Indians had no calendars, and so the birth date of Squanto must remain forever mysterious. But this much we do know. In the year 1615, the Squantum was a mature warrior of high tribal standing. He had a beautiful wife and two children, and an impressive string of wampum. It was in the spring of this year that he led six other Portuxid warriors on a hunting trip south, down into that region which we now know as Cape Cod. And it was while they were tracking a wounded deer through the great dunes that they spied a wondrous thing with great white wings. And from it came a smaller canoe containing white men. Now Squanto and his friends had heard of the men with white skins, and they'd also heard of the strange and marvelous things to be seen aboard their great canoes. And over the Portuxid warriors were honorable men, and trustingly, and this is what happened. Idiots! Hey, want some pretty beads? Huh? Hey, lookie! Beads! Oh, English, I presume. I have finally built what you are, too. Strong backs, well viewed. Well, come out to the ship, me hearties. Ship, see? Out there! We make big bubbles to compare with you on the block at the Barcelona slide market. Almighty, I do protest this sale of men in Spain. And why do you permit me this? Because they are of new Spanish dominions, and therefore are Spanish subjects. Now, Archie, Padre, I captured these men far on the north of the motherhood. Dante took his seven captives from Barcelona to London, and they brought him a good price, too. Squanto had picked up a little English during the months on board ship, and because of this he was purchased by Thomas Brotnick, the tabbing-keeper, who promptly renamed his place The Red Man, and set Squanto to work as a waiter. Well, four long years old. But a moment! Good, my lords! Good, my lords! Hello, Squanto. Well, kiss my eyes if you don't. Captain Nunt. What will you, Captain? Well, handsome talk. We've not to talk on. But you're long there, my bucko. How so? Word has come to me that you've been speaking of late on certain matters pertaining to your territory in the new world. Pre-elucidate! Which matters? Gold, Squanto. Gold and emeralds and diamonds. Why does not tell me these things whilst we're on my ship? It does by gone days. I command it not the English tongue. You know you're a valuable man, Squanto, knowing where all that gold and emeralds and diamonds are. Unhand my arm, good Captain. A valuable man and expensive too. Unhand me! Of reason to know you're expensive, Squanto. Don't be my fine red skin against greed, but a little. This? Bill of sale. Bill of sale. Don't touch me, sack! That's your final self-backed one, the Indian's mind. Brought this hour from his master. Well, what think is, Squanto? It all goes to you. No, it all goes good. Because you're going back to the new world, Squanto, on my ship. And you're going to show me just where I can find those great stores of gold and emeralds. And all them diamonds. See you yet, that's what? Nine days have we fared northward along this coast, nine days. And Marquis, be this a fool's errand, I'll sell you to a Madagascar galley. Good my master. Huh? Lend me of thy spy glass. There you see it, huh? Here. Oh, if there ain't some glass. Aye, but use it, man, use it. Solid? Solid. And heavy too. Use it. As you command, Captain Hunt. There was no one to order them to do so. Captain Peter Hunt was dead. Squanto waited under the beach of Cape Cod and struck out for his home in the Port Tuxet Indian tribe. But during his six long years of slavery, a plague had struck the Port Tuxets. It struck and obliterated every last member. His wife and children were dead. Now Squanto was alone in the world. Last of the Port Tuxet Indians, man without a tribe. He set off for the camp of Massasoit, supreme chief of all councils. All councils. Strange. What is to become of me, O Massasoit? Disquantum, you must find tribe that take you in. But there's none. I know, Massasoit. Speak, Samuset. At shore, new colony of Englishmen ta'ving, they soon be dead, not need interpreter. But suppose they conspire, if Squanto there could learn their secret. The children they not know how to fend for themselves, only be dead. Live with them as my ambassador. Just a moment, we return to the second act of the Hallmark Hall of Fame. Do you enjoy saying Merry Christmas in a personal way to certain people on your Christmas card list, to a favorite aunt perhaps, or your family doctor, or the little folks you're especially fond of? Well, if you do, here's something nice to know. You can select special Christmas cards for special friends or relatives at a store where Hallmark cards are sold. You'll find a wonderful variety of styles to choose from, really heartwarming cards that say what you want to say, and that's the way you want to say it. And here's an important plus. This year you can choose new Slim Jim Christmas cards to delight your dear ones. They're the brightest idea in you old time greetings because they're shaped in an unusual way. Each Hallmark Slim Jim card is taller and narrower than the traditional card, so it will really stand out in a mantle or table collection. And remember, the familiar Hallmark and crown on the back of each card you send will carry an extra measure of joy, for it means you'll carry enough to send the very best. And now Lionel Barrymore brings you the second act of our true story of Squanto. What ducks at Indian was indeed a victim of life, sold in slavery, his family and tribe wiped out by plague. He was now an Indian without a tribe, and as such was dispatched by the mighty Messasoit to attend the gradual extermination of the pilgrims. It was noon of a cold March day when he strode into the clearing of what we now know as Plymouth, Massachusetts. And look you William Bradford, from out the forest an Indian carries no urns. Nonetheless be wary, I will hail him. How? How? A very pleasant afternoon to you good gentlemen. Well, it's impossible. A cockney Indian? I come in peace, oh Englishman, and I wonder could you direct me to the abode of Governor William Bradford? I am Governor Bradford. My fair greetings from Messasoit Governor. He trusts that times find you and your people well. Messasoit knows how the times find might people, but come, you've made a long journey. We must find food for you. What is your name? Tess Quarton, but I prefer to be called Squanto. I'm Captain Standish. How do you do? You know, the Squanto, yours must be a remarkable story. Yes, good Captain. Tess, and I'll tell it to you both. Plague, we were told of it. A like disaster swept our ranks this past winter. Many died. It was not the plague so much as the hunger. And doubtedly Messasoit has told you about tribulations. He did mention something? Yes. A maze we planted withers in the sandy soil, our nets are rotted. The very beasts of the forest hide from our gun. We have suffered much in the name of our divine father. But there's food all about you good my masters. Do you have that to find it? Oh, where? I could show you. Let me see. How would you like a nice eel stew tonight? Enough for the entire colony. Eel stew. Don't twit me for a noney man. You shall catch the first. I swear it on my head. Gentlemen, if you'll follow me. It's Squanto. Now, where are the eels? Follow me into the water. Why don't we go farther down where it's sandy? This bottom is all matt and where you are. Yes, sir. Light, sir. And? Stamp your feet deep into the muck. Oh, no. It's just Squanto. There's an eel. Why, there's an eel. I feel more. Do you see? You, there on the back, all of you, into the water. Thanks to Squanto tonight we eat. But that was good. Oh, fine dish. Fine. Have all been fed? To bursting, John Alden. To bursting. For this feast, dear lord, we give our humble thanks. Mr. Squanto, you are speaking of maize. It will not grow in this soil without preparation. How do you prepare it? Into each hill you must drop three grains of maize at a deputous place of fish. It seems to feed the seed and induces it to grow strongly. Will you do it? Mr. Squanto, something confuses me. Yes? I'm a bluff man and I like to speak straight out. Do so. You were sent here by Massasoid to watch us die, weren't you? And yet you have decided that we should live. Yes. Go well with Massasoid. I know. Oh, then why are you doing this? I was an Indian without a tribe. That is a terrible thing. And a tribe to my liking. Let us say I have adopted you. Having lost one tribe, I do not intend to lose another. Mr. Squanto. Yes, Governor. Thus I'll soon settle this. Oh, and bring Squanto. I'll need an interpreter. From Massasoid. What am I to do with it? He wants you to cut off my head. From out that tree and take it home. Come, Squanto, we've worked to do. You're not afraid to turn your back? Squanto, I've been a soldier all my life, all over the world. Nothing rattles the enemy like a man who is contemptuous. And that you are. That I am here. Squanto, help me stand my supporting fork in the earth. Thunderbuss in the nut. Now I'll put the fear in the nuts all. I'll just blow on this punk here. Touch the powder pan. That's it, eight feet high and sharp at the top. That's the way to build a stockade. Every able book morning just as your proclamation said. Governor! Over here, Squanto, what is it? What is that? What has he got there? It's bad. It's evil. Throw it away. Dozen arrows tied together with the skin and the snake. What does it mean, Squanto? It's a declaration of war. Oh, and what are we to do? A tribe receiving it must send it back with the arrows. This means it's been received and understood. The stockade is only half finished. What if we don't send it back? That signifies you are already defeated. They'll come and kill and use Squanto. We will send it back to them. But they'll do it with a different... At sunrise. There, Squanto. Yonder come Indians, many. Yes, I see. Thank you, it augurs war. I wish not. Harry, see you in their arms. It shall be a feasting of peace and of thanksgiving. Who blended the customs of the American Indian and the deep religious beliefs of the pilgrim fathers? Blended with the first thanksgiving and thanks to the courage of Squanto the colony was to survive. But his story ends here. For shortly thereafter the pilgrims harvested their first successful crop. He took ill of influenza and died. And the pilgrims buried him on a gentle slope overlooking the bay. On those cold bleak shores in the year 1622 Governor William Bradford of the Plymouth Colony spoke these very words. He hath brought us through the valley of depression. He did defend us from savage enemies. He did show us whereof to eat. He did bring us the beast of the forest that we might have clothing. Receive him, O Almighty Father. Receive this savage, Tusquantum this red man of the new world wilderness. For without his mighty spirit thy pilgrim colony should have perished long ere now. We honor the man most of us weren't too familiar with. Well, next week we're going to pay tribute to one of the most brilliant, fascinating and versatile men that ever lived. Benjamin Franklin. More about that in a moment. But first, here's Frank Goss to tell you how you can send your friends a Christmas card, a Christmas gift, and a Christmas decoration all in one. If you'd like to delight your friends with a decorative Christmas present, you can mail in an envelope. Here's exciting news. Now you can choose from three hallmark Christmas cards that are really Christmas gifts. They're the hallmark Christmas stagecoach, the hallmark Christmas train, or the hallmark sleigh, which is a copy of Santa's Own. Now each of these festive greetings comes flat for mailing in its own envelope, and each one can be set up in seconds to hold all the other cards your friends receive this season. An ingenious idea? You bet it is, because these bright hallmark cards are gifts too, and they are sure to have an honored place on a mantle or a window ledge where they will remind the receiver of your good wishes all through the holidays. Best of all, each of these special hallmark cards cost just $1, complete with envelope. So why delay? Plan now to select all the hallmark trains and sleighs and stagecoaches you'll want at a store where hallmark cards are sold. You can count on it. Each one bears the familiar hallmark and crown, the symbol you look for on all your cards when you carry enough to send the very best. And now here again is Lionel Barrymore. You know, Frank, listening to you tell about that new hallmark stagecoach made me think back. I believe it was Charles Dickens, who first made the stagecoach such a popular Christmas symbol. It was in Mr. Pickwick. I'd say, yeah, sure it was, Mr. Pickwick. Dickens wrote about the coach bringing folks home to Dingleydale for the holidays. And this new hallmark stagecoach is a wonderful replica of the old Christmas stagecoach. Why? You can almost hear the crunch of the snow under the horse's hoofs. There's even some poultry for the Christmas dinner hanging on the outside. I think these hallmark cards are also a gift and a decoration like the stagecoach and the train and the sleigh. Well, I think they're a really fine idea. They certainly are, Mr. Barrymore. And surprisingly, they cost only a dollar a piece. No. Well, well, now about next week's play. We've heard lots of stories about Ben Franklin, the statesman, but we're going to tell you a story about him that's both amusing and dramatic. It's called The Misunderstood Man. And it has to do with the lightning rod and Ben Franklin's one-man fight against the very institutions he'd founded. It's an exciting, entertaining, and revealing story. So be sure and be with us next week on the Hallmark Hall of Fame. Remember, you're also invited to the Hallmark Hall of Fame on television every Sunday, starring Mrs. Sarah Churchill. Until next weekend, this is Lionel Barrymore saying good night. Four hallmark cards that are sold only in stores that have been carefully selected to give you expert and friendly service. Remember a hallmark card when you carry enough to send the very best. Our producer director is William Gay. Our script tonight was written by Wilbur James. Squanta was played by Ben Wright. Featured in our cast were Raymond Burr, Ted DeCorsia, John Daener, William Conrad, Jack Edwards, Lawrence Dubkin, and Peter Lee. Will you cause a traffic accident during the long Thanksgiving weekend ahead? This year, the National Safety Council predicts a heavy holiday death toll. It appears how to help avoid it. Allow plenty of time to get where you're going. Know and obey all traffic laws. Read and heed traffic signs. Remember the life you say it may be your own. This is Frank Goss saying good night to you until next week at the same time, when we'll tell you a little-known incident about Benjamin Franklin. And the following week, we'll tell you the actual story of Major Charles Yeager and his flight through the Sound Barrier. The week after that, we'll tell you the founder of the famous peace awards, Alfred Nobel. And on December 20th, we'll again present Mr. Lionel Barrymore's traditional appearance as Scrooge in Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol on the Hallmark Hall of Fame. KMBC and the Sitting Burry.