 Family Theatre presents James Whitmore and Gene Raymond. From Hollywood, the Mutual Network in Cooperation with Family Theatre presents James Whitmore in Mademoiselle from San Antoine. And now to introduce the drama, here is your host, Gene Raymond. Thank you, Charles Arlington. Family Theatre exists to bring to every listener's attention the practice that must become an integral part of our daily lives. If we are to find peace for ourselves, build peace for our families, and win peace for the world. Family Theatre sponsors the greatest commodity civilization has provided for the soul of man, his contact with God. Family Theatre urges you to pray. Pray together as a family. Tonight, Family Theatre takes great pleasure in presenting Mademoiselle from San Antoine, starring James Whitmore as Blake. I see the major leagues are beginning to worry about television again. It's nice to know, but it's certainly not news. Say, is anything of that second night lead yet, Jimmy? Not a line. No, it should have been an hour ago. It must be some big deal. Well, what about it, news editor? I've got to give a 15-minute newscast in 51 minutes. 51 minutes. Well, I'll write a couple of lines and you can ad-lib around them. Some of that stuff, but the nature figures, how about that? Here's a good one, incidentally. Date Line of Hollywood. Marjorie Du Bois reported to be feeling much better today as she recovers from a strained back which was sustained yesterday in Point Morro, California. The beautiful actress who was currently appearing. Blah, blah, blah. Same old stuff. Don't tell me. The scene called for her to hang from a cliff and some rock gave way. She was saved in the last minute by an aging Indian or a quick-thinking cameraman. No, as a matter of fact, it was wild horses and she was saved by a lighting technique. Uh, bunk. Jared's bunk, but it's exciting and that's what the public wants. What's this you got in your typewriter now? That's what the people want? I hope so. Great. I'll use it. Over my dead body, you put this on the air and I won't be able to get a copyright. This, my boy, is the story of my life. I'm Marcel from San Antoine. The story of your life, huh? Well, the most interesting part of it anyhow. It's around an incident in the last war. Why'd you wait this long to write it? Well, Jim, it's like your nature-faker story. It might be true, but... But it doesn't sound true? That's about it. That's why I'm writing it as fiction. Well, come on. Let's hear it. What about your newscast? I'll use the same copy I used on the last one. Change a few adjectives. No, don't get caught on it. What about your story? Oh, yeah. You want me to read it to you? Oh, whatever you like. All right, brother, I'll tell it to you. I might think of something I forgot to put in and it'll help me a little with the revision. Well, go ahead. Well, to begin with, I was a sergeant with a machine gun crew, and one day four of us got lost. Hopelessly, miserably, and very unmilitarily lost in a frog-shrouded battlefield in France. Before that fog came in, we'd been advancing through the hedge-rows, and going on that particular day had been pretty easy because the enemy had pulled back to new positions. But with that fog, everything changed. Suddenly, we ran out of hedge-rows and into a forest, and, brother, what a forest that was. You know, I bet we're the sharpest crew in the whole army. Huh? Yeah. Nah, I mean it. Look at his size. He's been carrying that heavy tripod for three hours. You know, look, a bit tired. And you two boys with that heavy ammo are rifles trudging along, never complaining. Yeah, shut up. So why should I get better when all I got to do was carry this little old measly 12-ton, 30-caliber machine gun? Hey, maybe we ought to pull in and wait for the fog to leave. That's about time. Great idea, sir. And it might be a good idea to mount the gun. Oh, mount the gun? Yeah. That is merely the sergeant's way of saying he ain't sure if we're behind the enemy lines or not. Well, it's possible. I can't read my map without being able to see landmarks. Can I? No, it's Sammy Blake. It's that thing. It digs into my shoulder, my shoulder digs into my knees. And you dig into whatever's close. Hey, no kidding, Sarge. Really might be behind the lines, huh? Maybe we ought to hold a conversation down to a nice polite roar. Good idea? Good idea. Oh, boy. That might put you... You better dig in and eat before we think about sleep. Maybe behind the lines. Who can sleep? Yeah, where's my spade? This'll be my 26th foxhole. I'm not thinking seriously of going back and collecting all the foxholes I ever dug. Use them to store souvenirs. Hey, what are you doing? I tell you, there's somebody out there. I heard them. Relax, will you, Benny. Yeah, I suppose there was somebody out there. The four of us ain't no army, you know. Don't go ask them for no trouble. What are we supposed to do? Sit around waiting for them to start taking potshots at us? In this fog, they can't see us any better than we can see them. Hey, there. Did you hear that? I told you there was somebody out there. Look at the dirt. Benny, slide me your M1. Here, take it. Tell them to come out. Yeah, yeah, tell them there's a million of us. All right, quiet, you guys. That might be a bunch of GIs, you know. Yeah, government issue. But what government? Well, if they're not guys, they know the password. Who goes up there? Halt! Give the password. Hank, what's today's password? I don't know. Well, something about bridges. I don't hear anybody answering. London Bridge, isn't it? Yeah. Give the password. I don't like this. Let's not shoot. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's get on the guy. Stay where you are. I'll tell you when. They may be a bunch like us. We didn't remember the password either. Whoever it is, they don't speak English. Any of you guys know any German? A little French, do? Yeah, try it. Tell them there's a million of us. Well, we'll tell them to come out with their hands up. Come out with the hands up. Yeah, try not to sound so scared. Yeah, yeah, okay. Well, go ahead. Sortie avec les mains en l'air. Or we'll cut them to ribbons, tell them. Or we'll cut them to ribbons. Yeah. Okay, you guys. Get ready on the gun. It might be a trick. Here, Benny, take your rifle. But don't use it all the shit. Oh, brother. Well, you look at that. Well, I'm looking at it, but I don't believe it. Baby. Oh, baby, oh, baby. They'll never believe this back home. What a doll. What a doll. Don't lose your head, kid. Remember, you were the guy who wanted to fill the woods with bullets, cut them to ribbons. So I changed my mind. Uh, entrees. Boom, Amsel. Hey, Will, what did I say? Are you going to shoot me? Uh, lady's talking to you, Sergeant. She wants to know if you're going to shoot it. If you're not, I think she might like to put her hands down. She thinks we'd shoot her? Holy cow. Um, besevue man down, ma'am, Zell. Oh, look at her tremble and get her scared that there's somewhere you ought to comfort her. Stay away, Benny. You want to scare her away? You are Americans, no? We are Americans, yes. Any of you guys got any rations left? For mine, I got everything. Don't give them to me. She looks hungry. Here, miss, want some food? My name is Janine. Thank you. I thought you were the boss. Why have you taken so long to get here? Oh, this is very good. Kay rations? She thinks it's good. She must be hungry. Say, well, toss me that canteen. Here, here. You want some water, miss, uh, Janine? Water? Yeah. Water. Water. Thank you. And for after dinner, I got a cigarette for you. Oh, you are all so kind. Won't you sit there? Yeah, let me spread this coat for you. Oh, but it will get so dirty. Oh, it's all right. It's a sergeant's coat. Oh. Yeah, it's all right. You must be very brave so far behind the lines. What did she say? I couldn't make that one out. She said we must be very brave to be so far behind the lines. Behind the lines. Oh, yeah, yeah. Very brave. I think I'm gonna faint. Say, Janine, uh, how far behind the lines are we? That is a very good question. You don't know? That is very funny. Yeah, so what's so funny? Search me. I thought you were brave, but you are not brave. You are lost? Well, it's possible to be both. I'm getting back to the question just how far ahead of the rest of the army are we? Oh, 10, maybe 12 kilometers. Not much more. What's a kilometer? It's about a thousand meters still. Holy mackerel. So how much is a meter? About a foot and a half, maybe. 12,000 foot and a half. Look, we gotta get back. Miss, Miss Janine, could you, could you tell us how to get back to the lines? Oh, I'm sure it would be very dangerous for you to try to do it tonight. Better you wait until morning. The American army will come up to meet you. They are advancing, no? They are advancing, yes. Well, then tonight you spend in my father's house. Hey, did you hear that? Sleep in our house. No, no, no, no. I don't think that would be such a... Oh, come on, Sarge. Gee. 12,000 foot and a half. Be safe with the me and corn outside by some German patrol. Patrol? We're far enough behind the lines to be caught by the Jerry replacements going up to the front. He's right, Mr. Sarge. Yeah, yeah, come on, Sarge. All right. All right, pick up your gear. Lead the way, lady. You've taken quite a chance, aren't you, Janine? I mean, helping us? After all, this is still German territory. No, no, Mr. It is not much chance. The Americans will be here tomorrow. Yeah, well, I hope so. But suppose you're caught. Then we will all meet in Evan and have a big celebration. But we will not be caught, Sergeant. Yeah, say, call me Blake, will you? Blake? Yeah. Blake. Blake. It is a very pretty name. It is a very lovely name. Wouldn't you say Blake is a pretty name, Ben? Will? Yes, grumpy. Hey, ma'am, what do you think of Benjamin? All right, all right, close it up, close it up. Kind of a merciful name. Wait. There is an... How do you say it? What? Water here. She learns fast. Yeah, hold it, hold it. No, we got an irrigation ditch to get over. Well, we're foot slogging soldiers. Walk on through. Oh, no, no. Better you jump. All right, so we jump. Well, come on, everybody. Sure. All right, give me your hands. I'll help you. He'll miss you, please. All right, over here. Come. You got a broken leg? Come on, hey. Was carrying this automatic cannon? No, it's I'm walking through. My feet are hot anyhow. Oh, no, no, Mr. Henry. You guys are a bunch of sisters. Hey, where'd he go? What happened to him? Open the door. Will, Ben, come on. Let's get him. Yeah, get my hand. Here, here, catch hold, Hank. I'll get a hold of this collar. It feels so good. Oh, you should have trapped it. You might have been drowned. I forgot to. Are you all right? Oh, no. You think mother hurt herself? He's all right. Be as good as no. Cold. I should have tell you it is deep, no? Yes. It's better that he should learn this way, ma'am, Zell. Now he'll never forget it. How would you like a pop in the snoot? All right, all right, come on. I'll take the gun. Ben, you carry the tripod. Hey, it might be lighter, Sarge, if you poured the water out of it. Very funny. It is not far to my father's house now. Just over the hill, near the town. He has been waiting for the Americans for a long time. Let's go. I'm going to be tickled to death. That's him in a fireplace. Are we going to call my father and my brother? I don't know. Wait. We don't want to push you to a lot of troubles. Oh, it is no trouble at all. It is a privilege. Oh, that fire feels good. Boy, this is the life. Man, it feels pretty good, huh? Stop hogging. Will you move over a little? Well, will you give me a hand with the machine gun? We'll stick it over by the fire. Drive some of the water out of it. We're really ought to police it up. I will do it after a while. Come on, move over, you guys. It is so good to see you. We have waited so long for you. We did not think you were coming. But it is no matter. Now you are here. Papa, this is Sergeant Blake and Corporal Henry and Privates Benny and William. I do not know their last names. Pleasure, sir. My father, Albert de Marais. This is very nice of you, Mr. de Marais. My house is your house, my friends. Jeanine, go with your brother. Kill the chickens. We have a big party to celebrate the victory. No, no, no, no. Mr. de Marais, you see, sir, we're not for acts. Oh, no sense. I have been planning this celebration for a long time. The chickens are old. They too have been waiting. But we make up for it. We do why, no? We make up for it with one yes. You said, we will have one big party. We all become very good friends. Jeanine, why don't you tell them we're not the whole army? They will be here by the time he wakes up tomorrow. Why spoil the fun? Come with me. I get to wine and wake my brothers. I hope you're right, baby. I sure hope you're right. It's quite a party. I like parties like that. Everybody having a good clean time, singing songs. It is much fun. Everybody enjoying everybody else. Yvonne and Lucille were very good, yes? Yvonne, Lucille. The chickens. Oh, yeah, very good. Is that what you call them? Yvonne, Lucille. Papa had two great worries about them. He was afraid first that they might die from old age before the Americans came. Second? And second, he was afraid your Americans might come on Friday. You laugh easily. That is a good thing. Oh, look. Where? It seems so strange to see lights on in Saint-Antoine. It is our town and it has been so dark for so long. Yeah. Hey, there seems to be a lot of activity down there, doesn't it? Yes, I don't know what it could be. That's it. The Germans are moving out. They must be pulling back all along the line. They are. Oh, Blague, they are leaving. Vive l'Amérique. I'm so happy. I think I could kiss the first American soldier. I... I think I almost joined the Navy. Oh, but Blague, I know you for only such a short time. So short a time? I don't think you're so happy. I don't think you're happy at all. Oh, but I am. You are not. I am too happy. Well, you don't show it. All right. You see? Well, not too well. You better explain it again. Blague, I... I think we go home. Yes? All right. But you know, I don't think I've ever been so glad just to be an American. Watch to get excited, a rooster. A rooster. You know, a heat chicken. Holy cow, it's daylight already. Hey, we got to get that gun policed up and get back to the lines. I want to wake up the whole house. Oh, sorry. I was just going to say the big weep will ought to be good and dry, man. Hey, Benny, come on. You grab the barrel. I'll get it out of the other end. And we'll pull it away from the fire. OK. Yes, sir. But there ain't a bit of moisture left in that thing. Come on. Kind of hot, huh, fella? Boy, that was the stupidest thing I ever saw. Were you with him? How would you like a poke in the nose, big boy? I'd like it fine. OK. Janne, no. Well, nothing's wrong, Mr. Emery. Sorry, Hank. OK, kid. You got a handkerchief? Yeah. Gee, you're bleeding. Yeah. It's nothing. It's only a scratch. I'll wet it at the pump. Blake, what have you done to your poor hands? Oh, Ben and I tried to pick up the machine. It was a little hot, that's all. Gee, let me see, Sarge. Golly. That looks like a bad burn. Let me get my aid kit. Hey, anybody remember me? I'm the guy with a cut left. Golly, Sarge. I will fix it for you. If you put some of this stuff on, Miss Emery, it takes the soreness out. This will hurt a little more, chéri. Hey, hey, Sarge! Sarge, you're coming in. I can see him off in the woods. Tanks and everything. I tell you, they're coming in. Who's coming in? What are you talking about? The whole bloomin' line. Us. We. The United States Army. Oh, yeah. You see? I tell you. Listen, honey, you got on a old rags grease. Old rags? Yeah, we gotta clean up our machine gun. Well, I'll have the kickers ran out of the Army or what's worse, promoters. Oh, no. Getting lost is bad enough, I've been caught with a rusty- Well, it's no use. They'll be here in a matter of minutes. Hey! I bet if we took it out and fired it where nobody could see us, we could shake most of that stuff off. Yeah. If we could run it continues far, and maybe we could even get it hot enough to burn off the rug. All right, come on. Now, look, it will set up on the other side of the hill. We got nothing to lose but ammo. This is very exciting. Look over there on that road. See through the trees? The road leadens out of San Anton. Where? I don't see anything. Brother. There's a bush. There's still some left. Doesn't that look like a good target? I'll bet you that's the last enemy caravan to pull out. Shall I pour it on him? Oh, no, please. Wait till they have left the village. It won't have long to wait. And it's pretty... There they go. Pretty long range. Now, Sarge, now? Are they far enough out yet, Janine? I think so. Remember, then, he aim height to compensate for the distance. I got you. Okay, Benny. Pour it on. Keep it up. We got two more cans. You got one. You stopped one of the trucks. I did? Come on, come on. Keep it up, boy. Now, try for that command car. Yes, sir. Look, he's going all over the road. You stopped him. I'm not... You stopped working. Maybe at jam. Open a breach. Let's take a look. That looks kind of foopied on it. I've boiled that blasted rotten luck. It's frozen solid. What's wrong with it? Oh, brother, come on. Give me a hand here. Okay, here. Uh-oh, Sarge and... Well, I think we got company. Yeah, jeep. With three stars on it. Uh-oh. What is it, Blake? We're caught. It's a general. President Charles here. I am, sir. Sergeant Blake Legley, sir. Aren't you a little ahead of the rest, sergeant? Yes, sir. What's the matter with your hands? Oh, it's nothing, sir. Don't tell me it's nothing when I can see it's something. What's the matter with your hands, sergeant? I burned them, sir. On the weapon? Lieutenant, inspect that weapon. Yes, sir. And you, corporal. What happened to your lip? Uh, well, it's like this, your one. I'm in general, sir. Ah, hand-to-hand combat, eh? Uh, well, yes, sir. You might say so, sir. They are very brave and good men, Mr. General. I'm sure they are, young lady. How long have you been here, sergeant? Uh, since last night, sir. The weapon is completely burned out, sir. I'd say, from the look of it, it's seen almost continuous action. We expected heavy fighting here at Sal Antoine. Do you happen to know why we didn't get it, sergeant? Yes, sir. The enemy's pulled out, sir. You got here last night? Yes, sir. And when did the enemy start to withdraw? Well, last night, sir, but you see, this had nothing to do... Remarkable. Remarkable. Huh? One machine-gun crew. Sergeant Blake. They are very brave men, Mr. General. Indeed, they are, young lady. Lieutenant, drive these men back to the age station immediately. Yes, sir. But, uh, what about you, sir? I'll walk back. Oh, no. I'm going to get a first-hand account of this action from this young lady. It will be a pleasure, Mr. General. Come along, men. Give me a hand inside. Uh, just a minute, Hank. I mean, corporal. Say, sir, may I have a word with the young lady before... Of course, sergeant. I understand these things. Say, look, honey, I... I just want... Uh... Yes, Blake? Well, look, I mean... Look, we've known each other a pretty short time. I know that, but... Well, uh, come here. Is that what you wanted to say? Yeah, only louder. Coming, sergeant. Oh, shut up, Lieutenant. Yes, sir. And about the general, honey, I don't... I will only tell him the truth. That's all I can do. The truth? Well, okay, I'll... I'll be back, honey, even if it takes me ten years at hard labor. Corporal Harry Castellucci and Private First Class Benjamin Tool and William Marvin Miller and for services above and beyond the call of duty for extreme valorant battle and for selfless actions in... French government has an expression of gratitude to Sergeant Blake R. Legler, Corporal Henri Castellucci and First Class Private Benjamin Tool and William Marvin Miller for their brave action and the liberation of the city of Saint-Létoire is pretty... Of course, we all kept telling him we didn't deserve all the honor in the medals, but all we'd hear was nonsense. You boys are just being modest. Hello. Oh, sure, send her back, please. Can see what you mean about writing it as fiction? Might be a little embarrassing if everybody had to turn in all those medals. No, that's not exactly it. You see, Ben, it just sounds phony. It sounds like something. A newsman just dreamed up to make copy. Sounds like something with the dreamers of this business, the ones we call a nature fakers. I don't know. I believe it. Oh, hi, baby. About ready to go, dear? Yeah, say, Jim, I don't think you've ever met my wife. No, I never have. How do you do, Miss Legler? Jim Hardman, my wife. Janine Legler. So nice to meet you, Jim. You still believe it, Jim? Well, maybe you better write it as fiction, Blake. Yep, you better write it as fiction. Come on, honey, let's go home. Raymond again. The chances are you begin the day by reading the morning paper and, much as you reach for the news, if you're like nearly everyone else, you often wish you hadn't heard the latest. Science is expanding the universe of physical knowledge to terrifying proportions. At four or five global points, war can and may explode momentarily. Tragic, bewildered thousands are displaced from their homes. Prices appear to be rising to astronomical zones. The polio season will be over and the pneumonia season will take its place. And there's the chart. 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