 From Hollywood, the Hollywood Radio Theater. Baybater and Frank Lovejoy in the Glass Menagerie. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving Cummings. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight in Warner Brothers, the Glass Menagerie, we will tell you the story of a young girl whose shyness and sensitivity prevented her enjoying the usual romantic adventures of young people. Until the advent of a gentleman caller, a young man who was to change the life of her frivolous mother and erratic brother as well as her own. When Charles K. Feldman turned this New York Dramatic Critics Circle Award-winning play into an unforgettable motion picture, Jane Wyman played the lovely but timorous daughter and co-starring with her tonight will be two outstanding artists, Faye Bainter and Frank Lovejoy. Now act one of the Glass Menageries starring Jane Wyman as Laura Wingfield, Faye Bainter as Amanda Wingfield and Frank Lovejoy as Tom Wingfield. Far out on the Atlantic Ocean, a lonely little freighter butts her way through the murky seas. It's long past midnight. The decks are deserted except for the young man who stands his watch. These are the quiet hours when a man plays solitaire with a deck of old cards in his heart. He remembers places and people. I remember the city. The washed out weary middle of it and a certain alley and the grimy brick walls concealing furious and desperate living in the dark and shabby rooms we called our place of residence. It was the light on my sister's collection of glass that first caught my eyes when I woke up in the morning. Little glass animals as fragile as Laura herself. Tom, it's time to get up. It's after seven. Rise and shine. I'll rise, but I won't shine. Tom, apologize to Mother. Oh, what for? Well, you made her very angry last night, but if you'll apologize, then she'll start speaking. Her not speaking? That's such a tragedy. Oh, Tom, please. All right. All right. I'll tell her I'm sorry. Little honey, didn't I ask you to go to the delicatessen for some butter? Yes, Mother. Well, just a quarter of a pound of butter and tell him to charge. Mr. Schultz makes such a terrible face when I say that. And honey, try to look like a lady on the street. We don't want to imitate our common neighbor. Don't do we? But I'm not going to meet anyone, Mother. If you take that attitude, Laura, you're never wiggle. I watched Laura from the bathroom window, limping down the street, timid, frightened, hoping no one would see her. She'd been like this always. Maybe it was all because of her leg and the limp. I'm not sure. Your breakfast's ready. You better get up. Oh, I forgot. I'm not talking to you. Mother, I apologize. I'm sorry we quarreled. I make myself hateful to my children. No, you don't. I've had to put up a solitary battle all these years, ever since your father deserted us and went off to see the world. Just promise me one thing, son. Promise me you'll never be a drunkard. I promise I'll never be a drunkard. In these trying times, all we have to cling to is each other. Yes, Mother. Tom, I sent Laura out so I could discuss something with you. Oh? You know how your sister is, so quiet. Oh, but still, water's run deep and she notices things. Just the other day, I came in and she was crying. So what about? About you. She has an idea. You're not happy. Not happy? Me? Whatever gave her that idea? I gave her any idea. Could I have my coffee, Mother? Oh, yes. Now, I'm not criticizing Tom, but you do act strange. And life hasn't been easy for me, son. I know, Mother. With all these falls, I love your father. But when I see you taking on his ways... What's that got to do with Laura? Well, he got to make plans and provisions, that's what. Oh, you've made provisions. You've badged me into taking all my savings and investing them in this business course for Laura. It's a waste, an absolute waste. Why is it waste to prepare her? Because Laura is not cut out for it. I've tried everything else. With only one stone your mother's left unturned. All she does is fool around those pieces of glass and play those worn out phonograph records. I don't know that that's any kind of a life for a pretty young girl to believe in. Well, I guess she's the type that people call homegirls. You're no such type. Oh, I can see the handwriting on the wall. It's terrifying. I mean, the way you remind me of your father. Oh, I saw that letter from the merchant, Marina. I saw it. What letter? They accepted your application. Why? You had no right to. Now, give me that letter, Mother. Give it to her. I know just what you're... When did this come? Yesterday, and I haven't had a minute's peace since I opened it. All right? All right, you go. Go whichever way the wind drifts you. But not until there's somebody here to take you place. What are you talking about? Responsibility. You can go when your sister's married and you got a home of her own and not until then. But you don't think of anything but yourself. Self, self. Tom, honey. Don't you know of some nice young man who'd come and call on your sister? Mother, are you suggesting that I... Mother. Oh, you should have heard what Mr. Schultz said when I asked him to charge it. Don't you quote that mercenary man to me. I don't want to know what he said now or ever. I was so embarrassed, Mother. Don't you ever get embarrassed, honey. Just you remember that the wind fields were the first white people to settle on the soil, the state of Mississippi. You said it. Laura, where are you going, honey? My glass collection. I haven't dusted it yet. But you'll be late for business college. Yes, Mother. You're right. Not, not just a moment, honey. You can't leave the house without money. Here, for lunch and coffee. Thank you. Goodbye, Mother. Tom. Bye. Now use the streetcar, honey. Our public transportation system should be used liberally. After all we pay for it out of our taxes. Goodbye, honey. Goodbye, Mother. Well? But what do you... Anything else to tell me this morning? Now the thing. Then I'll go to work. But you will try, won't you, Tom? You'll try to find a nice, clean, wholesome boy for your sister. Just take it easy, Mom. See you later. All I ask is of you to try. Well, Laura, Tom, find somebody for Laura. And so our days began. Laura at business college and me at the mid-continental shoe company warehouse. My employment was like a long lingering sickness with each day maybe the last, depending on the boss's patience and mind. And both running out fast. And then at six o'clock I'd be home again. Stoppers ready, Tom? Oh, hmm. What are you looking at? Your collection, your glass menagerie. Something's different, though. Look again. This one, it's new. It's beautiful. I found it today. You found it? I bought it. Everything in the window was half-priced. No lunch, huh? It's a unicorn, like a horse with a horn in the middle of its forehead. It's pretty, Laura. It's real pretty. How was school? All right. All right, I guess. Stoppers ready, Tom. You can do that, Tom. You know what happens if you don't chew your food? Yes, Mother. Not animals. They have secretions in their stomach, which enables them to digest their food without chewing. But human beings must chew their food before they swallow it down. I prefer to gulp. Don't you want me to give you a salivary gland, a chance to function? You know what I really want, Mother? I want peace. And peace has got very little to do with my salivary glands. My salivary glands are getting along fine. No, please. Just leave me alone. You are not excused from the table. I'm going to get a cigarette. You smoke too much. I'll bring the coffee, Mother. Oh, no, honey, no. Just resume your chair, little sister. We've got to keep you fresh and pretty for your gentleman callers. I'm not expecting any gentleman callers, Mother. Well, sometimes they arrive when we least expect them. We have to be prepared. Fortunately, when I was your age, I understood the art of conversation. I'll bet she did. I remember one Sunday afternoon in the Blue Mountain. Oh, no, not again. Oh, let her tell it, Tom. We've heard it 500 times. She loves to tell it. I'm listening, Mother. Yeah, what about that Sunday in the Blue Mountain? Only have one Sunday afternoon, mind you. I receive seventeen gentlemen callers. And I entertain them all there at our plantation in the Blue Mountain. I tell you, there was some of the most prominent men in the Mississippi Delta. But it wasn't enough of those days for a girl to have a pretty face and a graceful figure. She had to have a nimble wit and a tongue to meet all occasions. I remember how everyone in our generally called. It went on and on and on. And every time she told it, her eyes would shine and she'd be thrilled and happy just thinking about it. You know, one night, mind you, I received nine serious proposals of marriage. Do you know something? I could have married Jade Duncan Fitzhugh. It's a very interesting story, Mother. But what'd I do? I went right out of my way and picked your father. Just think of it. I could have been Mr. Jade Duncan Fitzhugh Junior. I'll clear the table, Mother. You stay fresh and pretty, darling. How many gentlemen callers do you suppose we're going to entertain this evening? I don't think there'll be any, Mother. No, what? Well, you must be joking. My word, there must have been a flood. There must have been a tornado. Oh, there's no flood, Mother. There's no tornado. I'm just not as popular as you were in Blue Mountain. Mother's afraid, Tom. Mother's afraid I'm going to be an old maid. Don't you ever use that expression, honey? I don't care for it. Was that your writing, Tom? Is it an answer to the merchant marine? It's poetry, Mother. Believe it or not, sometimes I write poetry. You think you can sell it? Let me see. No, I'd rather not. Why do you always hide things from me? Because unless I do, there isn't a thing. Not a single thing in this house I can call my own. You just lower your voice. I've got something to say to you. I've had enough. I'm going. Now, you listen to me. I'm at the end of my patience. Well, where do you think I'm at? Don't you think I have any patience to reach the end, Mother? You don't care about us. I'm only your mother, but you should care about your sister a little. That's what you should. All you think of is yourself. Yeah, that's right. Just myself. I'm crazy about that warehouse. I'm in love with mid-continental shoes. I think I want to spend the rest of my life in that ice box and terry with those fluorescent tubes, but I go. And every morning you come in yelling, Rise and shine, rise and shine. I think how lucky dead people are, but I get up and I go. How dare you raise your voice to your mother? You see that picture? Father's picture? Well, if self were the only thing I thought of, Mother, I'd be where he is. Go on as far as the system of transportation reaches. Only right now I can only go as far as the movies. I don't believe you go to the movies to talk. You're right. You're absolutely right. I go to opium dens. Dens of vice and criminal hangouts. I'm a hired assassin. I carry a Tommy gun and a violin case. I'm leading a double life. By day I'm a poor warehouse worker, but by night I'm a dynamic czar of the underworld. Mother, my enemies plan to dynamite the place. Oh, no. Oh, yes. And they're going to blow us all up, and you'll go up, up over the blue mountains, and you'll go on a broomstick. Up on a broomstick with 17 gentlemen callers trailing behind you. There. Now you see what you've done, smashed one of a pretty little animal. Laura, I'm sorry. It was an accident. Oh, yes, I know. It's just an accident. Good night, mother. I'll never speak to you again as long as I live. Do you hear me? Never. Not until you apologize. I went to the show, and then I went to a saloon, and I got drunk. Not very drunk, just high. And when I came home, Laura was still up waiting for me. I was worried. I just went to the movies, and I saw everything twice. They had a magician on that stage. Wonderful. He's amazing. He sold souvenirs, and I bought one for you. It's a scarf. It's a magic scarf. Oh, it's lovely, Tom. He waved it over a cage, and he changed canaries and a goldfish. Isn't that a pretty scarf? It's beautiful. I wish it were big enough to cover this whole ugly world. The world isn't ugly, Tom. While I was waiting for you, I listened to the music. They're still playing. The music? Oh, oh, yeah. Down the street, the dance hall. It was beautiful. The whole world was beautiful. You know that magician? He had the wonderfulest trick on the wall. What was it? They nailed him in a packing bowser, and he got out of it without removing a single nail. There's a trick that came in handy for me. Get me out of that warehouse. Smile! You're a wake mother. You'll pay her back for all those rising shines. You know, it doesn't take much intelligence to get yourself nailed up in a box. But who in the world ever got out of one without removing one single nail? Tom. Look at him there on the wall. You got out, didn't you, Father? You got out all right. Sometime I'm going to buy a medal and I'm going to hang it on that picture frame. My father was a hero. He did an heroic deed. Tom. Nothing. Good night, Tom. Back to the glass manager in a moment. All American servicemen stationed around the world have a wonderful opportunity to observe new customs and traditions. And they're finding out that these ideas of other people aren't so strange after all. For instance, the use of masks in various countries is pretty widespread. It's not confined just to the tribes of Africa. In Japan, the actors of the famous no dramas wear masks to indicate the character they're portraying. Olding plays of England are centuries old and the masks worn during these plays are in the strictest tradition. In Spain, Italy and France, masks are worn during certain religious holidays and for local celebrations. Well, all this might sound strange, but as our servicemen have observed, we've made it part of our culture too. We have masquerade parties and masked balls. We have the famous Mardi Gras in New Orleans. In Halloween, our kids wear the masks of witches, skeletons, goblins and ghosts. For the price of one boxed up, our younger generation can also assume the identity of anyone from the Lone Ranger that's Jerry Lewis by putting on a mask. The same is true of other customs and traditions around the world. The way of doing things may be different, but the ideals are the same and they're important to the people who follow them. Our servicemen are helping to maintain goodwill by observing the customs of other people in other lands. Well, our producer, Mr. Cummings. Act two of the Glass Menageries, starring Jane Wyman as Laura, they paint her as Mrs. Wingfield and Frank Lovejoy as Tom, with Tom Brown as Jim O'Connor. The young man thinks about his past. The young man who stands watch on a scrubby little freighter, 3,000 miles away from the scenes that live so vividly in his memory. Laura never told us about her failure at business college. How one day she simply left her class and left out of the building and never returned. It was weeks, however, before our mother discovered it. Is anything the matter? Why are you staring at me? I went to business college today to find out how my daughter was getting along. Oh. Yes, oh, oh, oh. I'm sorry, mother. It isn't the money I care about. It's all my hopes and ambitions for you, just going up the spot. Laura, where were you? When you were supposed to be in your classroom. I just went walking, mother. Just walking, huh? Deliberate like trying to wear yourself out. I didn't walk all the time. Sometimes I went inside places to rest. Inside where? The library and the park. Lately I've been spending my afternoons in the big blast house where they grow tropical flowers. Tropical flowers. Laura, what are we going to do for the rest of our lives? Just get in this room and watch the parades go by. Amuse ourselves with a glass of menagerie. Laura, what is there left for us? Dependency for the rest of our days. Oh, I won't be dependent, mother. I'll go out and find work. Work, what work? I know so well what becomes of unmarried women who aren't prepared to occupy a position in life. They're late tolerated spinsters living on some brother's wife or sister's husband. Stuck away in some little mouse trap of a room. Eating a crust of humility all their lives. Is that the future we've mapped out for ourselves? Oh, no. Well, I declare it's the only alternative I can think of. Of course, some girls get married. Honey, this is what we're going to do. We're going to get you married. But, mother, I'm crippled. Don't use that word. How many times have I told you I never, never to use that word? It just has a slight defect, that's all. Hardly noticeable. People have a slight defect, but they cultivate other things to make up for it. They develop charm and vacity and charm. Girls who aren't cut out for a career in a business world usually end up married to some nice young men. But, mother, who would want to marry... You're not a cripple. Walk, Laura. Why? I want to walk. I want to see you walk. I want to walk around this room. Go on, walk. You're not crippled, you're not... Mother often would say, I feel just like giving up, but this was a lie. Giving up was the last idea that would enter her mind. After Laura's failure at the business college, mother concentrated on her obsession of somehow finding a gentleman caller. Early an evening passed without a frantic appeal to bring home a nice young man from the warehouse to call on my sister. Well, there was a nice young man at the warehouse, fellow named Jim O'Connor. I can eat. I said, Laura, I'll have some cool cuts. Firescape Landon's a pretty poor excuse for the veranda I used to have back home. When I was a girl, we used to do all our entertaining on the veranda in the summer. Tom, you smoke too much. Yeah. A pack a day or 21 cents a pack. How much of that be in a month? Enough to give you a night's gold course at Washington U now wouldn't that be lovely? I'd rather smoke. I know. That's the tragedy of it. What are you looking at? The moon. I'm contemplating the rise of the moon over Schultz's delicatessen. Why, so there is a little silver slipper of a moon. Did you make a wish? Uh-huh. I wish for success and happiness for my two precious children. I get so wary wishing that all the time. I thought perhaps you wished for a gentleman caller. Whatever gave you that idea? You asked me to bring one home often enough? I never asked. I suggest it. Well, I'm going to bring one. I've asked him to come to dinner. Oh, perfectly lovely. It's definite. Yes, very definite. How soon? A Friday night soon enough? That gives me no time, no time at all. No time for what? Well, for preparations, of course. You should have phoned me the minute he accepted. And you don't have to make any fuss. He has very simple tastes. And I tell you, you can't have a gentleman caller in a big stuff. Now, look, if you don't stop this nonsense, I'll tell him not to come. Don't tell anyone. People hate broken engagement. Well, they got no place to go. Where'd you meet him? At the warehouse. What's his name, son? Jim O'Connor. O'Connor? Ashwish. Coming on Friday. Fish. Does he drink? No, no, mother. Not that I know of. Nothing I want less for my daughter than a man who drinks. Aren't you being just a little bit premature? How much does he make, son? A salary. Well, I'd judge it to be approximately two hundred and ten dollars a month. Well, sir, that's not princely now, is it? Well, it's twenty more than I make. I don't know. But for a family man... Mr. O'Connor is not a family man. Well, he might be sometime. You're sure he doesn't drink, son? I'll call him on the phone and ask... Don't you be superstitious with your mother. These things have to be investigated discreetly to save a girl from making a tragic mistake. How did you happen to make such a tragic mistake, mother? Why? That innocent look on your father's face had everybody fooled. I declare that man, good job on the tail feathered off a J-bird. Did you tell him you had a sister? No, mother. I didn't let on that we had a dark ulterior motive. Man, he sees how sweet and pretty and lovely she is. You just think his lucky star, that's what he'll do. Mother, don't expect too much of Laura. And guess what do you mean by that? Well, she seems all those things to you and me because she's ours and we love her. We don't even notice anymore that she's crippled. Don't use that word. Well, she is. She's different from other girls. You have to face the facts. She's terribly shy. She lives in a little world of glass animals. She plays old phonograph records. Well, you just be quiet. She's coming now. I'm going in and lie down. You'll warm me out, mother. Let me know what's stopping you. Laura? Hurry, honey. I got news. I got the best news ever. I've got the cold-cut, mother. I'm sorry I took so long at the store. Come on. Now you just come up and step for a minute, Laura, honey. Come Friday night. Where'd I have a gentleman caller? Mother. You might look a little pleased about it, honey. Now come on and make a wish on the moon. A wish? Look over there. A silver slipper of a moon. What do I wish for? Happiness and good fortune. Just a little happiness, Laura. Then a little good fortune. That was Tuesday. And from Tuesday to Friday, mother never stopped. Her preparations for the gentleman caller included, of course, a new dress for Laura. And mother made the dress herself. There. All finished, Laura. Honey, I must tell you, you look like a dream. It's lovely, and thank you, mother. Well, honey, I believe you're trembling. It's just that you make me so nervous. Now how do I make you nervous? Well, all this fuss, you make it seem so important. I don't understand your talk. Every time I try to do anything, the leash's a bit different for you. You always seem to set yourself again. I'm sorry, mother. That's better. Now go look at yourself in the mirror. No. No, wait. What are you doing? Improvements, honey. They're called gay deceivers. Well, I won't wear them. You will. Well, why should I? You make it seem as though we were setting a trap. We are. Oh, pretty girls? The traps. Pretty traps. Men expect them to be. And now, young lady, go look at yourself. Pretty as an angel on a postcard. I still wish we didn't have to fuss so much. What's his name, mother? O'Connor. Jim O'Connor. I declare I never knew a Jim that wasn't nice. I knew a Jim O'Connor in high school. Did you? If it's the same one, you'll have to excuse me. I won't come to the table. Won't come to the table? What nonsense is this? Whether it's him or not, you won't be excused from this particular table. Well, I have to be. I am not going to humor your silliness, Laura. I've had just about enough from you and your brotherhood. Now, honey, you just compose yourself and let the maiden when they arrive. Please don't make me open the door. Why, you'll be in the kitchen busy, making the dressing for the salmon. Oh, this silliness of a one gentleman caller. What would you do if there were seven keys? Tom must have forgotten his key. Mother, please, you go to the door. Why have you chosen this moment to lose your mind? Oh, please, Mother, please. I can't. I'm sick. Just a second, Tom, honey. Law Wingfield, you march right to that door and let the man not do as I tell you. Yes, Mother. Wow. Hello, Laura. This is Jim. Jim, this is my sister, Laura. Oh, I didn't know you had a sister. Well, pleased to meet you. How do you do? Hey, your hands are cold, Laura. Yes, I've been playing the Victrola. Excuse me. What's the matter, Laura? Oh, she's very shy. Oh, shy, huh? You never mentioned you had a sister. Tom? Yes, Mother. Is that you and Mr. O'Connor? Yes, Mother. Now, you just make yourselves comfortable. Ask Mr. O'Connor if he'd like to wash his hands. Oh, well, thanks, but I took her out at the warehouse. Hey, who's that, the fancy photograph? Oh, that's my father. He used to work for the telephone company, and he fell in love with Long Distance. He's been absent for 16 years. He's smiling. Picture, I mean. He's laughing at us. Jim, I just assumed you didn't mention any of my mother about my plans, you know, the merchant marine? Whatever you say, Shakespeare. I paid my dues this month instead of the light bill. Oh, he'll be sorry when they turn the lights off. I won't be here. How could you do a thing like that? Take it easy. Here's my mother. Good evening, gentlemen. My mother, you look so pretty. Thank you, son. But I wish you'd look pleasant when you're going to say something pleasant, so I could expect it. So this is Mr. O'Connor. Well, how do you do, Mrs. Wingsham? There's so much about you from a boy. I finally said, Tom, I said, good gracious, why don't you invite this, this paragon to supper? My mother. It's been warm. I do hope the rain's gone to cool things off. Oh, I, I think it will. Uh, supper about ready, mother? It is, sister. You just tell her that you two big hungry men are waiting for her. You met Laura, Mr. O'Connor? Oh, yes, ma'am. She... She's very pretty. Oh, yes, ma'am. I do. Very rare to find a girl as sweet and pretty and lovely as Laura, and so domesticated. I never was at all. Oh, no. No, I wasn't now. I never could make a thing but an angel-food cake. But then, of course, in the South, we had so many servants. Gone, gone, gone. All vestiges of gracious living just gone completely. Well, it's, uh, well, I mean... Are you prepared for what the future dealt me, Mr. O'Connor? Yeah, yes. I married a man who worked for the telephone company. He fell in love with Long Distance. Yes, I know. Tom... He started to travel and just kept on traveling. Looks like supper's on the table, mother. Is it? Oh, where, sister? Well, Laura isn't feeling well. She thinks she better not come to the table. What? Nothing. Laura, honey, we can't be seated until you come to the table. Yes, mother. Laura, honey, you're keeping us waiting. Mother, I... Laura, you are sick. Oh, I'm so sorry. Tom, take your sister into the living room. You go in and rest yourself on the sofa, honey. Standing over a hot stove, Mr. O'Connor made us sick. Oh? She normally such a healthy girl. I told her it was too warm this evening. This rain ought to make things fresh and cool. Oh, yeah. She'll be all right, mother. Well, I think we may have grace now. Tom, honey, stay grace. Say what? Son, what do we usually do before we eat a meal? Argue. A bit comical, Tom. I'm sorry. For that which we are about to receive, we thank the old Lord, amen. Amen. Oh, my goodness! Now, what's happened to the electric light? Hmm? Oh, they've gone out. Yeah. What do you suppose has happened, Tom? Well, I declare, where was Moses when the lights went out? What? You never answered about one, Mr. O'Connor. I heard it once, but it wasn't very nice. Well, now, it appears they'll have to dine by candlelight. Well, that's fine with me. That's because you're romantic, Mr. O'Connor. I'll go fetch the candle. Mother knew why the lights went out, but a little matter like an unpaid electricity bill wasn't going to spoil her plans. After dinner, she assigned me to help her with the dishes. And it's for Jim. Well, I'll buy herself in the parlor, Mr. O'Connor. Why don't you just go in and keep her company? Oh, sure, I'd like to. Laura. Hello, Laura. Hello. Feeling better? Yes, thank you. Where'll I put the candle? Oh, anywhere. How's this? It's fine. Oh, but now I can't see your way over there. I can see you. But that's not fair. I'll just have to come over there to you. Do you mind if I sit on the floor? No. Well, how about you? Don't you like to sit on the floor? Yes, I do. Why don't you? I will. Here, take a pillow. How's that? Comfortable? Yes, thank you. I'm comfortable as an old cow. Would you like some gum? No, thank you. You sure? I think I'll indulge with your permission, that is. Tom tells me you're shy, Laura. Is that right? I don't know. I judge you to be an old-fashioned type of a girl, and that's a pretty good type to be. Oh, I hope you don't think I'm being too personal, do you? Oh, good. I think I'll have a piece of chewing gum now if you don't mind. Oh, sure. Well, Mother, how are they getting along in there? How should I know? Because you were just listening to them behind the porters. I couldn't hear a thing. Well, if you want to listen, why don't you go in the dining room, sit down and be comfortable? I don't consider that any more new than you are not paying the light bill. All I know, this is the first young man we've introduced to your sister. I want it to be a success. Oh, I do so much want it to be a success. For Act 3 of the Glass Menagerie, shortly. When a sailor by the name of Patty Mosier was in Busan, Korea, he saw a little boy collapse on a road because of malnutrition. He found many youngsters and old people dying for lack of nourishment. Having been brought up on a Virginia farm, Patty observed that the Korean soil looked good. Why? No vegetables. The answer he found was lack of seeds. So he did something about it. He drew all his cash from the bank, $1,500, bought seeds, and distributed them with the aid of religious missions in the area. Soon his crusade began to spread, and he was helped by contributions from people in the United States who heard about his project. There's no doubt that hundreds of hungry people owe their very lives to this sailor with a heart. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. Now for Station Identification. The curtain rises on Act 3 of the Glass Menagerie, starring Jane Wyman as Laura, Faye Bainter as Mrs. Wingfield, and Frank Lovejoy as Tom, with Tom Brown as Jim O'Connor. I was telling you about the night Jim O'Connor came to dinner. The night the lights went out because I hadn't paid the bill, and how Jim and Laura were talking there in the living room. You know, Laura, I have an idea I've seen you before. By as soon as you opened the door, it seemed like I was... I was just about to remember your name only. Only what? Well, the name I started, that Claudia wasn't the name at all, so I didn't... The name? Was it Blue Roses? Blue Roses? Oh my gosh, yes, Blue Roses. I didn't even connect you with high school, but that's where it was high school. Say, how'd I ever get to call you Blue Roses? I was absent from school for a while with Roses. And when I came back, you asked me what was the matter. You thought I said Blue Roses. Oh, yeah. You know this is sure funny. Yes, it is. Yes, sure, sure. You were the girl who was always late. It was very hard for me to get up the stairs. I had a brace on my leg then, and it clumped so loud. I never heard any clumping. To me, it sounded like thunder. I used to have to go clumping up the aisle while everyone was watching, because my desk was on the far side. You should have been so self-conscious. Oh, I know, but I was. So that's why you sort of stuck by yourself, huh? Well, I've never had much luck making friends. You know, Laura, people aren't so dreadful when you get to know them. Everybody's got problems. Oh, there are lots of people just as disappointed as you are. Well, it would take me, for instance. You? Are you disappointed? Well, I sure thought that by now I'd be further along in the world than I am. You remember that wonderful write-up I had in the school yearbook? Oh, yes, and you were so popular. Everybody liked you. Including you? Yes, I did, too. How is Emily Meisenbach getting along, Jim? What? That not him? Well, why do you call her that? That's what she wants. You mean you're not going with her anymore? Well, I have never even seen her. But it said in the personal section that you were engaged. I know, but I wasn't impressed by that propaganda. It wasn't true. Only in Emily's optimistic opinion. Oh, but Emily was so pretty that she always seemed to... Mother! Mother, now take it easy. Oh, what a nice young man. I do hope he appreciates, Laura. Such a pity she had the collapse of the table. You truly are beautifully acted. Don't know, notice at all. Calm yourself, money. Remember what you always say. Possess your soul and patience. Oh, but in me, the thing is you remember. Now, Shosh, how are we? Did you finish high school, Laura? No, I didn't go back. Well, what have you done since? Well, I took a business course at business college. How'd that work out? I couldn't keep up with the others. So I dropped out. You know what? I judged to be the trouble with you inferiority complex. I know, I had it too. You didn't. Yes, sir, a lack of confidence in yourself. For instance, that, that clumping you thought was so awful in high school, you see what it did. You gave up an education all because of a little clump, which is practically non-existent. Oh, but that's not true. You've seen me walk. You know what my strong advice is to you? Think of yourself as superior in some way. I'll just look around. Isn't there something you're more interested in, superior in than anything else? Well, I do have my glass collection. Glass? What kind is it? Little ornaments, animals mostly. They're right in back of you on the table. Oh, yeah. Here's an example of one if you'd like to see it. Sure. Be careful. If you breathe, it breaks. There. Now you're holding it gently. What is it? It's a unicorn. Oh, yeah, sure. Unicorn. Do you see how the candlelight shines through him? Yeah. Yeah, say it sure does shine. I shouldn't be partial, but he's my favorite one. Unicorn. Say, aren't they extinct in the modern world? Well, yes, but he doesn't complain about it. He stays with the other horses that don't have horns. They seem to get along very nicely together. How do you know? Well, I haven't heard any arguments among them. Well, it's a pretty good sign. Let's see if it stopped raining, huh? Looks to me like it stopped. No care if I open the window? I wish you would. The air is nice after a rain. Rosie, say, that must be coming from over at the Paradise. Yes, I listen to the band lots of times. Well, Miss Wingfield, how about cutting a rug? Oh, no. No, I can't dance. Oh, there you go again, that inferiority stuff. But I've never danced in my whole life. I don't need step on you. Oh, come on, Laura, try it. Look, just hold up your arms a little. Now a little bit higher. There, that's right. But you don't understand that. No, no, don't tighten up. The main thing is to let yourself go. Now, come on. I'm trying. That's it. Easy does it. Now just loosen the backbone. There. Now you're getting it. Am I? Sure, that's lots better. In my opinion, the waltz is one of the most beautiful... The unicorn. I bumped into the table, Laura. It's broken. It's just the horn. The horn snapped off. Gee, your favorite piece of glass, too. Oh, it doesn't matter. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. I'm sorry, Laura. Well, I'll imagine that he's had an operation. It'll make him feel less freakish. Now he'll be more at home with the other horses. Well, it's sure nice you have a sense of humor about it. Say, how about us going dancing at the paradise? Oh, no. Yeah, well, why not? Well, I've never been there. Well, it's all the more reason you should go. No, I couldn't. Oh, there you go again. Oh, Laura, you're going to have confidence in yourself, and I'm going to give it to you. But what about Mother and Tom? Oh, I'll take care of that. Oh, Mrs. Wingfield. Mr. Conner, get your call. I didn't know you were so close. Pardon me for shouting. Laura and I have decided to go dancing. Do you mind? Do I mind? Well, I know. Indeed, I don't mind. Oh, thank you. And when you come back, I'll have refreshments waiting for you. Well, Mrs. Wingfield, may I have the first dance? Tom, you've done it. All right, Mother. What have I done this time? He's taken a dance, and he's holding her on. Oh? Oh, I dreamt and worried and prayed for this day. You'll have two, son. I know you have. But Tom, it's all come true. It's all come true. Well, this is it, Laura. You know what it's like in here. Shall we dance? Well, couldn't. Couldn't we wait a little while? What's another waltz? Well, all right. We'll show them how easy does it. See? See, that's good. Having fun? Here you are. Hey, what's the matter? You've got tears in your eyes. Oh, no, no, no. It's just smoke, cigarette smoke. I like the way you smile with your eyes. Doesn't everybody? Oh, no, not at all. Most people just smile with their lips. It doesn't mean a thing. Well, you're doing great, Laura. How do you think we ought to rest for a while? All right, Jim. You changed, Laura. Since high school? Since just an hour ago. You stopped being bashful? Oh, honestly, I wish you could have seen your face just now in the last one. Well, you're just as pretty and timid as... Blue roses. You're just saying that. Besides, blue is wrong for roses. Well, it's right for you. You are pretty. In what way am I pretty? In everywhere. Believe me. Somebody needs to build up your confidence, that's all, and make you proud instead of shy and turning away and blushing. Somebody ought to kiss you. I guess I shouldn't have done that. Do you kiss girls? I mean, do you just say somebody ought to kiss you and then you do? Oh, Laura, no, no, no. Of course not. Would you care for a cigarette? No, you don't smile. Well, how about a mint? My pocket's a regular drug storage. Like a mint? Thank you. Well, shall we go? Yes, let's go back home. If I had a sister like you, I'd do the same thing as Tom. What's that? The same as Tom? Well, I'd bring fellas home to meet you. The type to appreciate you. Only... Only Tom made a mistake about me. A mistake? Well, yeah, you see, I... Well, I can't take your phone number and I can't call you up next week and ask you for a date. I... Well, I just thought I'd better explain in case you misunderstood and I... I hurt your feelings. I'm glad you told me. Yes, Mother. I'll be right in with something cool to drink. You won't call again? I can't, Laura. I'm going steady with a girl named Betty. Oh. Yeah, yeah. I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip up on the river on the steam of Majestic. You know, being in love has made a new man of me. Well... Anyway, Betty's aunt took sick and... Well, Betty had to go to Sintrailia, so when Tom asked me to dinner, I... I've made you children some nice liquid refreshments. Do you know that song about lemonade, Mr. Connor? Lemonade, lemonade, made in a shade, stirred with a spade, good enough for an old maid. Well... No, no, I... I never heard it, Ms. Wingfield. Oh. Why are you so serious, Laura? Oh, we were just having a serious conversation. Well, I know my place when young people are having a serious conversation. Oh, don't go on, Ms. Wingfield. You see, I've got to be leaving. Leave it where you must be joking. It's only the shank of the evening. Well, you know how it is. You mean you're a young working man and have to keep working man's hours. Well, hey, it's not work, man. It's Betty. Betty? Yeah, she's the girl I go steady with. Oh. Is it serious? Well, gonna be married the second Sunday in June. How nice. Well, it's been a wonderful evening, Mrs. Wingfield. And I guess this is what they mean by Southern hospitality. There was nothing. There was nothing at all. Yeah, I promised Betty I'd pick her up at the Warbash Depot. I'm pretty upset if you keep waiting. I know all about the tyranny of women. Goodbye, Mr. Connor. I wish you happiness and good fortune. Oh, thank you. You wish it in that too, don't you, Laura? Yes, I do. Well, thanks again, Ms. Wingfield. So long, Shakespeare. Goodbye, Laura. Don't forget the good advice I gave you. Here. Well, what are you doing that for? I want you to have him, the unicorn, as a souvenir. Laura, I'm going to treasure this. And sometime if you and Betty have a free evening, we'd like for you to visit us. Thank you, Laura. Why are you smiling as though something good had happened? I've had a lovely evening, Mother. It makes you happy when I entertain a man who's already engaged to another girl. But, Mother, I danced tonight. I danced for the first time. I'm so glad I saw Jim. And where's Jim now? I'm killing it down to the Warbash Depot to pick up Betty. Tom! Yes, Mother? Oh! The gentleman called her going already? That was a fine joke you played on her. How do you mean? I really forgot to mention that Mr. O'Connor was engaged to a man. Jim's engaged? So he just informed us? Well, I didn't know that. You don't know anything. You live in a green manufacturer illusion. Laura, believe me. I didn't realize. I believe you, Tom. You had to make fools of ourselves. Effort, the preparation, the experience, all for one. Mother, it isn't Tom's fault. I just don't understand either. I never understood my children. Then as for you, young man, are you going to make up for what you've done to your sister? Where are you going? I'm going out. That's right. Don't let me end up here with your selfish pleasures. You know, the more you shout to me about my selfishness, the quicker I'll go, and it won't be to the movie. I don't care where you go. Walk out just the way your father did. We'll manage without you. I'm strong enough to take care of Laura. You've got to the moon, your selfish dreamer. Tom, wait. Forgive me, Laura. For what? Well, for running away and leaving you behind. I understand, Tom. Do what you've always wanted to do. Travel and write. Thank you, Laura. Where will you go, Tom? Oh, far away. To the moon, maybe. Goodbye, Tom. I didn't go to the moon, but sometimes I think I went much further. I might have stopped traveling long ago, but I have the feeling that something's pursuing me. It comes on me unaware as it takes me by surprise. And all at once, it's just like my sister is touching me on the shoulder, and I turn around and I look into her eyes. Laura, I tried to leave you behind me, but I'm more faithful than I intended to be. I can see you, Laura. You and Mother. And I can hear you talking. Laura, Laura. Yes, Mother. Now, don't bring her your dress, honey. You've got to stay fresh and pretty for your gentleman caller. What did you tell me, young man's name is? Richard Richard. I've never known a Richard that wasn't nice. What time do you expect, Mother? Right now, Mother. Now? Look out the window. He's coming up the street. Wow, that's so weird. It's such a nice looking young man. It's a long delay, but always expected something that we live for. Hello, Laura. And that's how I remember them. My mother and my sister. Here's a return of the moment. Up in Newfoundland, there's an Air Force base called Fort McAndrew. Two tech sergeants were out on the field one day and noticed a nine-year-old girl hobbling around on a pair of crutches. She was a polio victim and a cripple. Her father, whom they finally located after much questioning of the girl, was a civilian employee on the field. He had eight children and simply couldn't afford the costly treatments that would be necessary to help his little girl. Well, that was enough for the two sergeants. They got up entertainments, collected donations, and, well, soon every enlisted man, officer, and civilian worker around the place was in on the project. They raised $4,300, enough to fly the little girl to the United States and provide treatments at Warm Springs, Georgia. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. Now, Mr. Cummings with our stars. And here they are, stepping forward to receive your applause. Jane Wyman, Faye Bader, Frank Lovejoy, and Tom Godd. Who's about to make the play for next week, Erving? Next week, we really have a spine-jilling drama. One that'll keep you in constant suspense. The dramatic story of a woman who has only a few hours in which to save her husband's life. But she spends those hours in the hands of a desperate stranger. It's Metro-Goldwyn Mair's thrilling picture, Jeopardy. And starring in their original roles will be handsome and talented, Barry Sullivan. And one of the finest actresses of the screen, Barbara Stanwyck. That will be an exciting evening. And good night. Good night. Good night. You gave us a wonderful evening.