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Tonight in Canute Rockney, All American, you'll hear the true life drama of the beloved Notre Dame coach played by Pat O'Brien, who is starring in the same role and Warner Brothers great screen success. Past performance in the picture is earning the combined cheers of screen and football fans. And with him tonight, we have Ronald Reagan and Donald Crisp also of the picture cast and Fay Ray. Canute Rockney was a good deal more than just a coach to his players. So there's a good deal more to his story than just football. It's the saga of a hard driving fighter who made life always exciting of the woman he loved and the adventures they shared. It's our answer to your many letters requesting this play. Let us we're glad to answer. We get a particular thrill out of letters like this one from a lady in wisdom Montana, a town of prophetic name. She writes, I want to thank you for giving us such grand plays in the Lux Radio Theater every Monday night. We live in the Rocky Mountains miles from anywhere. And it's a treat for us to hear such wonderful programs. You know, I used to think that Lux Flakes were too expensive to use on a ranch where there are endless dishes and clothes to be washed. But I found I was wrong. They're really economical. Then she proved she's thrifty by adding I buy Lux Flakes by the case. So I'm never without it. Words of wisdom, ladies and gentlemen, from wisdom Montana. But now for some action, not no today. We raise the curtain on Act One of Knut Rockney, all American, starring Pat O'Brien as Knut Rockney, Faye Ray as Bunny Rockney, Ronald Reagan as George Gipp and Donald Crisp as Father Cannellan. In 1892, Lars Rockney and his family left their home in boss Norway. Among millions like themselves, simple, hard working people from the old countries, they followed the new road of equality and opportunity that led to America. It was in the city of Chicago that Knut Rockney grew up. Like other boys of his age, Knut was often sent to the store. Like other boys, Knut was often hours late in returning. Seven o'clock. Seven o'clock and still he is not home. Marta, that boy is never here for dinner on time yet. Good evening, Papa. Ah, here he is now, Lars. Knut, where have you been and what have you been doing? Out game. Tell him speed it. There's like speed as he's somebody at Dr. Nenezier. In 1910, Knut Rockney entered Notre Dame. He was older than the other students of his class. He was 25 and his rugged frame showed evidence of the hard years of work he'd put in to earn the money for his education. Those years were not wasted. Knut was a junior in 1913 when Father Callaghan, the president of Notre Dame, summoned him to his office. Come in, Rock. Morning, Father Callaghan. I'm an old one. Hello, Knut. Here, have a seat. Thank you. Now, just relax, Knut. I've got nothing on you this time. Knut, you have only one more year to go for your degree. I hope so. You've made a fine record in the past three years. On a man in your class and next fall, you'll be captain of football. That's a very rare combination. Thank you, Father. Dr. Newland here tells me you've got the best brain for a chemistry of any man in his class. I guess it must be a pretty dumb class. No, you have a definite talent for science, Knut. There's going to be a great future for me like you in the next few years. That's a great compliment coming from you, Father Newland. Wait until you hear the rest of it. Knut, I want you to help me this summer. Stay here as my assistant. You'd pay. As you know, I'm trying to perfect the new formula for synthetic rubber and I need a good man to check my experiment. Well, I don't know just what to say, Father. There must be a hundred men who fight for the chance to work with you. Then you'll stay. Well, I'd like to and I appreciate it. I understand, but you see, Father, Gus Deray and I have just signed up for the summer at Cedar Point to work as lifeguards. Lifeguards? That's no work for the man with your intelligence. You're passing up a great opportunity, Knut. Now, I realize that, Father, maybe next year... I'm not interested in next year. My word won't wait. I picked you out because I thought you had some brains. Would you say I promised Gus? He promised Gus. Knut, I could make a first-class scientist of you in sight of ten years. That's what you were born to be anyway. You big sweet. Who can say for certain what a man was really born to be, Father Newland? That's God's will, not ours. Someday Knut will find his right place in the world, and whether it be science or not, I have a feeling would be the one thing he was meant to do. Of course, Knut, I don't suppose you and Doray would be taking a football along to Cedar Point by any chance? Well, we kind of figured we'd take it around the beach a little, and I'm trying to make a chemist. Toss it, Gus. That's the stuff. How do you say we rest a while, huh? It was a nice passing, Gus. See, rock. You see the Tribune this morning? Haven't seen a newspaper in two weeks. If you'd stop moaning around Bonnie's sky like a lovesick calf, you might learn some news. Oh, stop, will you? What news? Not today's playing army this fall. The army? When? Where? At worst point, November. The paper says they've got the greatest team in history, with three all-Americans. We'll get a nice little trip back east, but they'll probably tear us apart. Who said so? Oh, don't be a sap, Rock. The army a lot way is 20 pounds to the man. We couldn't lick him if we took a shotgun along. All right, we'll take a shotgun. Oh, you ought to wear a hat, Rock. This sun's beginning to get you. Listen, Gus, this game means a lot to Notre Dame. It's our first big chance, don't you see that? It's big, all right, but it's also freight train. Gus, we're gonna beat them. Big as they are, we're gonna beat them. No, don't laugh. I got an idea. Those Eastern teams, like the army, are all power. Knock it down and run over you, like a steamroller. Well, if you can't go around a steamroller, maybe you can go over it. No team has ever used the forward passes. The major thought of itself ends consequently. No team has had a good defense against it. We're gonna pass the army, Gus. We're gonna pass them dizzy. Rock, if it works, it'll make history. All right, let's start them making history. Come on, you're at quarterback. I'm at end. Come on, let's get the hang of it. I'll cut in sharp. Now, let me have it. Here she comes, Rock. That's it. That's it. It's a beautiful night, isn't it? Yeah, great. We won't have many more like it, Canute. The summer's nearly over. That's right, Bonnie. You're going back to Notre Dame next week, and I'm going home. Yep. We won't be seeing each other again for a long time. That's right, Bonnie. Not a next Christmas vacation. I'll tell you what I'll do, Bonnie. I'll spend a week with the family in Chicago and the rest of it with you folks. How's that? Well, that'll help. Till June. No, Bonnie, I don't know what we're gonna do. What we're gonna live on after we're married. You're taking an awful chance. Oh, we'll get along. I can cook, and so, and you'll get a job. Well, Father Nolan seems to think he can make a chemist out of me. He can't be any good at it. You'd be a success at anything you try, Canute. Bonnie, I know I'm not what you'd call a romantic type, but I'll do everything on Earth to make you happy. You know that, don't you? Yes. I know it. Is something else I wanted to tell you tonight, Bonnie? Yes, Canute. Gus and I have got a great surprise that's hooked up for the Army. Oh. Bonnie is gonna make history. Listen, nobody ever thought he was in the forward pass, see? I mean, not the way forward, nor did Ann's gonna use it, you see? Gus takes the ball from center, like this, he fades back, like this, and I run down the field, count ten, and now... Oh, what's the matter, Bonnie? Go on, Canute. And now? You know, now somebody ought to kick me right square in the seat of the pen. Well, let's let me down, will you? It'll be like a fool up here. Better take it while you care and rock. You'll never hear this again. You've graduated with a magna cum laude. What are your plans for the future? Well, I haven't decided yet, Father. I've had a couple of offers, but... But ten of offers? Not very definite. To coach football. Is that it? Oh, yes, in a sort of a way. I don't know why I'm dumb enough to offer you another job, or why I bothered to look for synthetic rubber than you've got a solid head of it. Would you say a job, Father Newland? Maybe I've changed my mind. Dr. Newland wants you to stay here at Notre Dame and help him teach chemistry. He doesn't pay very much to start, but he has great hopes for you later on. I'll take the job and thank you, Father. You'll start next term, can you? There's just one more thing, Father. You don't have any objection to my sort of helping Harper with the football team this fall, do you? Yes, you're through with football. Get that into your head once and for all. But I won't take up much time, Father, and the extra money will be a great help to me. You see, I'm planning on getting married. I knew I should have picked a priest. I'll only work with the team and like it on my feet. You don't think I'm crazy enough to take up coaching as my life work, do you? You hand me that burning canute. How are you, Father? We'll finish this last test, then perhaps we get some sleep. That's all right with me. By the way, the boys tell me you're a good teacher canute. They all want to be in your class. Yes, that's what worries me. I get no respect none at all. You'll have respect someday. All you can ever use if I work here is successful. If he can find the answer, if he can make good Robert cheaply without using gum, a great part of the credit will be yours, canute. No, you're the quarterback on this team, Father. I'm just a water boy. Always will be. You can be anything you want. I've watched you ever since you came to Notre Dame. Since the first day you ask a question in my class. I guess I was pretty much of a nuisance with my questions, wasn't I, Father? Yes, that's how I knew you might make a scientist. And you will, canute, believe me. I know you have the brains and the strength. These first few years are the hardest. Just live simply and keep your chin up. We're going to do great things, you and I. Hello. Father Nolan's lamb, yes. Yes, this is Mr. Rockney speaking. What? When? Where is she? Yes. I'll pick her right away. Canute, what is it? What's happened? It's Pony, the baby. It's here. How about it? Well, I just got Billy to sleep. You want to put this stuff on my hair, Bunny? What is it now? Creosote. Sit down and keep the towel over your eyes. First it was stair grease. Then something called Old Doc Simpson, sure gross snake oil. And now it's creosote. I declare you've tried everything on your hair except grass seed. I'm sure it's creosote, the best of all. Well, for telephone poles, maybe. The truth is you've just worried yourself, half-ball. No, I know, but, Bunny, can't you see a little fuzz coming in right there? See, I can feel it right there. That's the fringe on the towel. Five years of coaching football and track without a single day's vacation. When this head of yours gets to look like a watermelon, you needn't expect any sympathy from me. Maybe I can get some sympathy from these. Well, what a deal. Well, is this the goal? The guy when you like. Oh, can't lose. Do you mean for us? Sure. Go wherever you say. That one about Florida looks good to me. All right. Well, I'll go into Chicago tomorrow and do some shopping. Florida, when do we leave? Well, let me see. This is August. Football season starts next month. We can't go right away. Well, then what about after Thanksgiving? No, no, no. I've got to attend a coaches' conference in Pittsburgh. Then after Christmas, January. That's the best time in Florida anyway. I've got to make a talk to those boys at Mooseheart. Then we've got to settle our schedule for next year. The track team starts working March. That'll take me into July. And then the football season begins again. I see. Here, you keep things. Next year, turn them in for a new set. Come on. Come on, come on. Get going in there. What have you boys been doing all summer? Fox trotting? Shift outside the tackle. That's better. Keep working in there. How's it look this year, Rock? I will have a pretty fair ball club, I guess. What I'd give my right arm for is a halfback who can carry the male. A big fast boy who can run, pass, and kick like... like, say, Jim Thorpe. A guy like that would never come to a little school like no today. No, I know. I know. The sort of fellow I'm looking for only comes along maybe once or twice in a coach's lifetime. But I'm still hoping. And if I ever do find a boy like that. Hey, did you see what I saw coach? Who kicked that ball? 50 yards. Who did it? That fellow standing over there. Why isn't he in uniform? Hey, bud. Where are you from? Ever play any football? Some in high school. Baseball's my day. Don't you like football? Not much. Come on in. Get yourself in uniform, report to the scrubs. Why? Because I think you might make a football player. I doubt it. All right, if you insist. Either way, come here. What's your name? Gip. George Gip. What's yours? See, kiddin' me. By the way, where's that fellow I sent in for uniform? There he is, coach. That's him laying down over there. What's he tired about? Thank you, pardon, Gip. I don't mean to disturb your rest. Do we bore you? No, I got nothing better to do. Maybe I can fix that for you. Do you like to play? Well, I have been sort of wondering why they gave me this uniform. Get in there with the scrubs the left half. I haven't learned your signal yet. I'll give you the ball, just run with it. How far? You won't have to bother about that. Come on. Yes, sir. All right, everybody up. Everybody up. All right, hold it, fellas. Orange, this is Mr. George Gip, freshman from Calumet High School. Mr. Gip is kindly consented to carry the ball for the scrubs. That's called any play, any at all. They're all the same to him, so I'll be good. They can't touch him. That's the varsity he's walking through. The boy who can carry the mail. That's him. The Goose. He's in the clear, Rock. It's a touchdown. Here's the ball, coach. I guess the boys are just tired. 27. No to name, 23. No to name, 14. No to name, 33. Rock, get back here. He's been phoning me every five minutes. His office is full of newspaper reporters waiting to see you. No Rock can take care of him. You're a strange person, George. You've been playing football for three years. And now when you're the biggest news of any boy in America, you deliberately walk away from all that fame. Why? Oh, I don't know, Bunny. I guess I just don't like people to get too close to me. You know, Canute and I often talk about you, George. We'd like our two boys to grow up and be like you someday. You mean to play football? Not just that. To have your poise and thoughtfulness and your intelligence. Did, uh, Rock say that? Yes, yes he did. He said those qualities are rare in a boy of your age. No. Rock's the rare one, Bunny, not me. There'll be new fellas coming a long year after year. A lot of them much better football players than I ever was. But they'll never be but one Rockney. Here at Notre Dame or anywhere else. He's given us something they don't teach in school. Something clean and strong inside. Not just courage, but a right way of living that none of us will ever forget. Don't tell Rock I said that, Bunny. He'd think I was an awful sip. That's funny, George. He said the same thing about you. There'll never be but one gipper. Here or anywhere else. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to get you something for that cough. No, I'm all right. Just a little sore throat, that's all. And don't you argue with me, George Giff. I've taken care of babies and football players for years. Hello, Rock. Oh, so this is where you're hiding, huh? What's the matter? Too bashful to drop by and get your picture taken? No, I didn't want to horn in in your party, Rock. They get one of your profile. Must be nice to read when a great fella you are on Saturdays anyway. I haven't gotten that far. This paper says you're a genius. So, let me see. There it is. Read it. Any coach can look like a genius when his team has a half-fact like the gipper. Oh, why you... Well, all right, George. All right. As long as you're in there, I look pretty good. You've made a reputation for me. The team's going to miss you like a right arm this year. I'm going to miss you too, George. Won't quite be the same house without him hanging around, will it, Bonnie? No, no, it won't. Here, George, you take this. Lie down now. Thanks, Bonnie. What is this? What's going on here? George is a sore throat and a very bad cough. So, let me see. Come over here at the light. Oh, it's not in serious rock. Season's over anyway. Is there anything about this season? Open your mouth. Wide. Mm-hmm. You all right. Come on. Get your head. Hey, anybody think you were still in the Army? I saw enough of the Army to know what's wrong with you. Bonnie, we're going to the hospital. This is a sick boy. How are you doing, Doc? You know, rock, I'm afraid not. Well, isn't there any chance at all? Rock, we've done everything we could. You know that. It's no use. How long is it, Doc? I can't say. Perhaps the night, perhaps an hour. I think you'd better go in now. George, this telegram just came from water camp. You've named his foot back on the All-American team. Me? You wouldn't kid me, Rock. No, I wouldn't kid you. I'm on level. You're going to be all right, fella. What's tough about this? Sunday, when the team's up against it, things are wrong. And the brakes are beating the boys. Well, you ask them to go in there with everything they got and win just one where I'll be then. In just a moment, Mr. DeMille returns with act two of Knute Rock Neolomeric. Starring Pat O'Brien, Ronald Reagan, Donald Crisp and Fay Ray. But before we go on with our play, we'd like you to hear what's going on all over the United States. If you could fly from coast to coast, from Boston to San Francisco, everywhere you went, every day of the week, this is what you'd be likely to hear. 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Not in the laboratory, but on the football field. It was not an easy decision. It was made after long and careful thought. Because he felt that his real job was coaching. Turning out great teams for Notre Dame. Turning out men. All right everybody up. Everybody up. All right. Come on. All right men. Starting a new season today. Got a tough schedule ahead of us. We're used to that at Notre Dame. Let's get this straight before we start. I don't want any fellow out here to think he's any better than anyone else. And that goes for you Letterman too. Football consists primarily of tackling and blocking. And nobody can make this team if all they can do is carry the ball forward past a punt. Any of you spoiled high school stars who do want to learn to block and tackle, turn in your suits tonight. You can't make the team here. The Notre Dame system is based on teamwork. Teamwork. Which means a combination of self-sacrifice, brains and sweat. And the brains come first. I'll expect you to work hard. I'll also expect you to maintain a high average in your classes. We want to win if we can. But you didn't come to Notre Dame just to play football. Five years from now the public will have forgotten even the best of you. Remember that. All right. Let's see what you look like at the end. Seems to be 1.15 a.m. on the dot, Mrs. Rockney. Thank you, Professor. It was very nice of you both to come and sit up with me, but I'm sure it will be back soon. The last train from Chicago was due 10 minutes ago. Well, as members of the Notre Dame faculty, Mrs. Rockney, this is our humble way of helping to celebrate the team's illustrious victory. When I celebrate, I never go to bed before 1.30. Bonnie. There he is. Bonnie. Bonnie, I've just seen something. I've got the idea of a lifetime. Knude, what is it? Doc, Professor, I saw a show in Chicago tonight. The chorus girls, a whole row of them. Knude. No, I don't mean that. It was the rhythm. Like poetry to watch them move. Effortless, beautiful. Those girls gave me an idea for a new kind of a backfield shift. Oh, that's better. Oh, I tell you, to revolutionize the game. No lost motion, no waste of momentum. Split second timing. And the public, the public will love it. It's new, it's colorful, it's a great showmanship. Here, Doc, let me show you what I mean. Stand over there. No, listen. Professor, you hold your spot right there, and I'll take the tail back position. Bonnie, you get in there left half. Me? Come on, we need one more for a backfield. Oh, all right. All right, now good. Now, when I yell, everybody takes a step that I hop to the left like this. All right? One, two, step, swing your arms, get the rhythm. All set. Okay, here we go. 25, 36, 51, hip. Whoa, watch it, Doc. Fun, isn't it? All right. Try it again. Put some zip in a dock. Here we go. 38, 42, 29, hip. Bonnie, you're away ahead of the ball. Wait for the hip. I was not ahead of the ball. I fell over the coffee table. All right. We've got four boys coming back next year. Four boys will take to the ship like ducks to water. Once more now. 21, 58, 55, two, step, hip, one. All right, hold it. Hold it, boys. Hold it, Mike. Hold it. Oh, you're all out of step. Swing your arms wide like this, get the rhythm. You look like a breakman flagging the train. Oh, and you, Miller, you know, you've only got two feet. Do they have to step on each other? Well, I do. Still early, moving too slow. Whole point of the ship is to catch the opponent by surprise or balance. Oh, yes. Crowley, I hope I'm not being too personal, but did you ever learn to dance? Well, I can waltz a little. Yeah. I kind of thought that's what you were doing. All right. All right. Now, listen, boys, listen. We've got a great thing in this shift if we do it right. And I selected you four. You four, because I know you can do it right. Made order for you. I know it's tricky. That's the beauty of it. If it works the way I figure it'll revolutionize football. All right. Let's try it again. All right, Mike. Put another nickel slot. Here we go. One, two, three, hip. Yes, but Heisman of Georgia Tech also has a ship, who has had Jones of Yale, but theirs are simple tunes compared to Rockney Symphony. For this shift is music. The music of a master's hand. Newt Rockney, whose ingenious brain has affected the forward past, has brought a great new thrill to football into its millions of followers. And the brilliant hands and feet of the four horsemen, Elmer Layton, Rip Miller, Jim Crowley, and Harry Strulder, and Notre Dame's shift has become a prairie fire, turning north, east, south, and west, relentless and unchecked for three straight years. After the game, the more we leave for Florida in a nice, long vacation. Yes, dear. Just sit on the sand of Miami Beach and do nothing all day long. Absolutely nothing. Yes, dear. All day. Oh, Barney, I hope you didn't forget to pack my flannels. I've packed them every four for 12 years. Even the mobs are beginning to lose hope. Oh, no, Barney, that's not fair. Oh, is it? Hiya, Rock. Oh, yeah. Come on in, boys. Come on in. Well, what's on your mind? I'd like to get a statement, Rock. What's the dope on the Army game tomorrow? Notre Dame and 13 points. The cadets are plenty tough this year. They think they can break this 16-game winning streak of Notre Dame. That's what they say. That's right, guys. Boys, this is off the record, but nobody can stop our team. They said we'd miss the four horsemen. We'd fall up like a bridge-taper without them. If anything were even better, we'd been undefeated for three straight years, and tomorrow we'll take the Army into camp just like we took the rest of them. Unbelievable, but it's true. The powerful Notre Dame team is going down to defeat. Army, 27. Notre Dame, zero. We couldn't wait in New York. I wanted to slip into town before daylight. The students usually like to come down to the station and welcome the team back, don't they, Canude? Sure, when we win. For three years, they've met every train. We lost this game. I lost it. I was too cocky at a swell head thought I'd go out and smile at everybody. I don't blame the folks in South Bend, whatever they think of me, because I let them down. Don't take it so to heart, Canude. There's always next year. Barney, I don't even want to get off the train. We're facing them all. Can't. No, we won't get off, Barney. Let's go straight on through to Chicago and then down to Florida, the way we always planned. Maybe in two or three months, they won't feel so badly about it, and I can come home. That's what we'll do. South Bend, South Bend. This is it, Canude. South Bend, Mr. Rockley. Russia officer? Canude? All right, Barney. Go and face it. I think that's best. Listen. What is it? Well, it sounds like... Come on! Wait a minute. Wait! We didn't win this game. The rest of Notre Dame can? I guess I can. Father, I never had anything like this happen to me before. All those boys down the station. Did you hear what they said? Who cares if we did lose? We've still got you, Rock. And have we still got you, Canude? There's been a lot of talk these last few months about large officers to you from different colleges. None of us would blame you if you did leave. Any man must better himself if he can. We just wondered what you'd do. That's all. How could any man better himself with friends like mine? No, I'll never leave Notre Dame, Father. I'll never leave Notre Dame, Father. I'll never leave Notre Dame. Thank you, Canude. After a brief intermission, Mr. DeMille presents Pat O'Brien, Faye Ray, Ronald Reagan and Donald Crisp in Act 3 of Canute Rock, Me All American. Ladies, did you ever wash a sweater and have it come out half its original size and all faded and scratchy into the bargain? It's maddening and expensive, isn't it? 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You know, I think you ought to warn women about two things that are very hard on sweaters, Mr. Ruick. Two things that may shrink them badly. Hot water is one, and the other is cake soap rubbing. You're right, Sally. With lux, you don't need hot water, and there's no rubbing either. So you can see why woolens stay lovely-looking longer with lux care. Oh, now, Sally, how about giving the ladies of our audience the lux method for washing a sweater? Well, first, you draw the outline of your sweater on a piece of heavy paper for a pattern. Then whip up some nice, rich, cool lux suds and just squeeze them to the sweater. Don't rub. Rinse in water as cool as the suds. Press out the moisture in a Turkish towel. Then lay the sweater flat on your paper pattern and ease it into its original shape. Pin with rust-proof pins and leave it to dry. After it's dry and you've taken the pins out, press the edges gently with a warm iron over a damp cloth to take the pin marks out. Thanks, Sally. Remember, new quick lux is safe for everything safe in water alone. It comes in the same familiar box and it doesn't cost you a cent more. We pause now for station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. The curtain rises on the third act of Knute Rockney, All-American. They still like to talk in football circles of the famous Knute Rockney system, but his success was based on more than system. It was based on patience and good sportsmanship and a deep understanding of the boys who worked with him. One afternoon before the Navy game, Rockney received a letter from the father of one of these boys. Listen to this, honk. Now, Rock, I have waited three years to see my son play for Notre Dame, but you've never given him a chance. Unless you dislike the boy personally, why don't you give him a square deal? I promise you he'll tear that Navy line to pieces. Signed John O'Flaherty, class of 1906. Maybe you ought to take a job at Sing Sing Rock, then the alumni wouldn't bother you. I saw little Flaherty boy on the hall. Send him in here. Sure. Hey, Charlie. Send O'Flaherty in. Hmm. Here's one from the moose hard orphanage. Dear Knute, me and the other boys up here have been reading all about you and the Notre Dame team. We have got a football team, too. Will you let us call ourselves the Rockney Colts? We don't have real uniforms and we don't know many good plays, but we have got lots of spirit. Then he's got a postcript down here. It says, win that game Saturday. Do you want to see me, coach? Oh, yes. Sit down, O'Flaherty. I just had a letter from your father. From Dad? What does he want? To sit on the bench for the Saturday? No, he wants me to put you in the game. Oh, but I'm not even drawing, am I? No. Dad's got a lot of pride in you, hasn't he? I guess so. That's a great thing for both of you. Don't ever let anything happen to change it. You know why I'm not taking you to Baltimore? Why? I guess it's because I'm just not good enough. No, that's not it. You are good, O'Flaherty. You are good. You're just not big enough, O'Flaherty. I've never played you because I was afraid you'd get hurt. I've kept you on the squad all these years because you've got spirit. Great spirit. Better than your dad, if you ask me. Oh, he'll get over it. You know how fathers are. I ought to. I'm one myself. Oh, I'd like to put you in there next Saturday. But against that big baby lion, you're taking off a beating. You might... Well, you might fumble. Lose the game for us. I'd break your dad's heart, wouldn't I? Yes, sir. If we win, they may forget it. And if we lose, you can blame me for not playing you. Either way, it'll make him happy. What do you say, O'Flaherty? Just... Thanks. Good boy. See you this afternoon, sir. Yes, sir. Uh, honk. You're off? Add O'Flaherty's name to the list for Baltimore. Well, Rock, he never goes with a team. I know. He's going with it this time. I'm going to let him kick off. Yes, this is Mrs. Rockney. Yes. Yes, it is serious. No, I'm sorry. Mr. Rockney can't see anyone. Doctor, the audit. Yes, I'll let you know. Now you're crazy, Doc. It's my leg, isn't it? Yeah, sure it's your leg. But you're my patient, you stubborn Norwegian. And you're a very sick man. The veins of your legs are swollen up like vanilla ropes. You've got phlebitis and you've got it bad. Ah, I could get up and walk right now. What is phlebitis, Doc? It's an inflammation of the veins. And if you move around, there's a strong possibility of forming a blood clot that would travel up to your heart. What did that do? Well, your insurance company wouldn't like it. I've warned you about this for 10 years, but you wouldn't listen. You've let those boys of yours smash into you year after year, knock you down, run over you. Now you're paying for it. You're not 20 years old, you're 42. And if you don't obey my orders, you'll never be any older. Oh, but Doc, we're playing the army on Saturday and the boys... I don't care if you're playing the whole schedule on Saturday. You don't move out of that bed. And those are my orders. Bonnie. Bonnie. Yes, ma'am? Bonnie, I want a wheelchair. What? A wheelchair, Bonnie. A wheelchair. We're playing the army on Saturday. Notre Dame, zero. There's nothing to say. You've played a great game this first half. All of you. I guess we just can't win them all. Boys, I'm going to tell you something. I've kept to myself for years. None of you here ever knew, George Gipp. It was long before your time. But you all do know what his tradition stands for at Notre Dame. The last thing he said to me was, sometime when the team is up against it, when things are wrong and the breaks are beating the boys, tell them to go in there with all they've got and win just one for the Gipper. I don't know where I'll be then, Rock. But I'll know about it. And it's all about it. We're waiting for it. Come on! Come on, come on, let's go! Seven! Stacked by noted educators. Cry of professionalism raised by college authorities. Football purge opens in New York. I suppose you've read all this, Rock? I've read every word of it. Noted educators, are they? They've got no argument. The public doesn't believe this stuff. The public believes whatever it reads in the papers canute. Unless it is denied in type just as large and preferably larger. The coaches of other colleges all over the country want you to go to New York, Rock. They need your name and voice to speak for them. Will you do it, Rock? All right, I'll go. But I'm not going to mince any words. Mr. Rockney, the original idea upon which all college sport is founded is that a normal amount of exercise is helpful to young men engaged in their studies. Do you agree with this definition? No, as far as it goes, yes. How would you amend that definition? Games such as football are more than merely helpful to boys. They are an absolute necessity of the nation's best interests. Why, Mr. Rockney? Because every red-butted young man in any country is filled with what we might call the natural spirit of combat. In many parts of Europe and elsewhere in the world, this spirit has manifested itself in continuous wars and revolutions. But we have tried to make competitive sports that act as a safer outlet for this spirit of combat. And I believe we've succeeded. Do you mean to imply, Mr. Rockney, that college football, as practiced at Notre Dame, is a form of pacifism? Well, I suppose you could get an argument on that from some of our opponents. But that is precisely what I mean. Mr. Rockney, have you ever interceded for a football player who fell behind in his classes and had to be suspended from your team? I have not. Have any player flunks his class? He's no good at the coach or at the school he attends. And the coach who goes around trying to fix it for athletes to be scholastically eligible when mentally they're not? Well, he's just a plain everyday fool. Mr. Rockney, couldn't football be replaced by some other game? Something less violent? What game would you suggest? Well, hockey, for instance. Well, no, no, just a minute. As a matter of fact, as a matter of fact, I once suggested that very idea to Father Calhoun, our president. I explained the game to him in detail, and he seemed downright interested. Until we came to the use of the sticks, then he held up his hands. No, he said. No, that game is never for this university. No to name. We'll never endorse any game. That puts a club in the hands of an Irishman. In your opinion, Mr. Rockney, what is college for? Where do these elaborate spectacles of sport fit into the scheme of education? What is their contribution to the national intelligence? Gentlemen, we are living in the 20th century. To limit the college education to books, classrooms, and laboratories is to give to education too narrow a meaning for modern times. Now, if I have learned any one fact, in my 20 years of work with boys, it's this. The most dangerous thing in American life today is we're getting soft. Soft inside and out. And we're losing that forceful heritage of mind and body that was once our most precious possession. Now, we, these coaches and I, have given our lives to working that flaccid philosophy out of our boys' minds and bodies. We believe the finest work of man is building the character of man. We've tried to build courage and initiative and tolerance and persistence without which the most educated brain and the head of man is not worth very much. Now, our boys at Notre Dame have played all over the country. They've gotten to learn that southern is not lazy. Northern is not cold. Middle-west is not hicks. Californians aren't big and dumb. They've found from all sorts of America what America is and in that process they found themselves. I don't know, professor. I don't know how you'd grade a boy for learning all these things. 50, 75, 90 perhaps. But wouldn't it be a good idea not to grade anyone's contribution to the national intelligence until all the results were in, say, five or ten years after he's graduated when his record and character aren't hung on the wall like a diploma but are hung inside the man himself. This son is wonderful and so good for the children. Of course, Bonnie. Didn't I promise you we'd come to Florida? Yes, dear. Seventeen years ago. Oh, no, seventy couldn't be that long. Oh, don't worry about it now. Just relax. Well, Bonnie, I promise you it won't be seventeen years before we're here again. Every winter from now on we'll take the kids, go south and really get some fun of our life. That's never been much trouble for you. The day we left South Bend, Father Callaghan said to me, if Rock ever loses that laugh of his, I hope he does not live it long. Mr. Rockney? Yes, something with me, son? Yes, sir. Telegram, sir. Here. Thank you. What is it, Knud? Well, I've got to go to California. But not right away. Yes. See, I promised those fellows I'd come whenever they needed me. Oh, there ought to be a union for people who can't say no. You aren't going by plane, are you? Well, Bonnie, if I take a train, it'll take me three days. This way I'll get there in no time. I'll be back Monday. But you know how I feel about flying, Rock. Bonnie, I wish you wouldn't look at me like that. Come on, honey. Help me pack. I'll wire from Kansas City tomorrow morning. When will this telegram reach Florida? Within half an hour, Mr. Rockney. On Sunday, right? They say there may be a storm ahead of you, Rock. Why don't you wait over here till the next plane? I haven't any time to waste. I want to be back in Florida by next Monday. I'm on a vacation. Passengers for the Los Angeles plane. Los Angeles plane. So long. Soft landing, Rock. Thanks, brother. You mean happy landing, don't you? A transcontinental plane flying from Kansas City to Los Angeles crashed this morning on a hilltop three miles from this town, carrying to instant death the six passengers and two pilots. Among the identified dead is Canute Rockney. We who are here are but a handful of his friends. Come to pay our last tribute of devotion to his mortal remains. Of necessity, we are few in number in this hallowed place. Though thousands are without the doors, but we represent millions like ourselves who are here in spirit. Listening all over America, Canute Rockney might have gone to any university in the land. And being gladly received and forever cherished there. But he chose our lady's school. He honored her in the monogram which he earned and wore. He honored her in the principles and in the ideals he set up in the lives of young men under his care. He was indeed her true son. Canute Rockney has gone. And who was he? Ask the President of these United States who dispatched a personal message of tribute to his memory. Ask the Kingdom Norway who sent a special delegation here to represent him. Ask the thousands of newspaper men whose labor of love in his memory has stirred every heart in America. But above all, ask the men and women from every walk of life. Ask the children, the boys of America. Ask any and all of these. Who was this man whose death has struck a nation with dismay and has everywhere bowed heads in grief? Canute Rockney, born 1888, died 1931. He'll never be forgotten. For his doctrines live on in men he knew as boys. Men who now carry aloft his standard of fair, clean play and sportsmanship. Among them, Rip Miller, Navy, James Crowley, Fordham, Harry Stooldrayer, Wisconsin, Frank Thomas, Alabama, Eddie Anderson and Frank Caridio, Iowa, Charlie Bakken, Michigan State, Noble Kaiser, Mal Elvin, Purdue, Jim Halon, Washington, Buck Shaw, Santa Clara, Adam Walsh, Bowdoin, Gustore A. Detroit, Pepper Smith, Villanova, Jack Mayer, Auburn, Marty Brill, Loyola and Elmer Layton, Notre Dame. Tonight's performance of Canute Rockney All-American. In just a moment, Mr. DeMille will bring our stars back to the microphone. But first it looks to me as though Sally here had something to say, something rather complicated from the way she's figuring with that pencil and paper. Almost an hour a day, seven days a week. What on earth are you doing, Sally? I'm figuring out how much time a housewife spends washing dishes every year. What's the answer? Oh, will I finish figuring? Well, just imagine. Well, that'd be eight hours a day for five weeks out of the year. That's a long time to have your hands in dishwater at the mercy of the soap you use. If that soap is harsh, it's bound to make them rough and red and unattractive. No woman wants hands like that. It's much better to use gentle, new, quick-luck flakes. Much, much better. And this has been proved by hundreds of women in tests of five leading dishwashing soaps, including lucks. Tests made under conditions similar to home dishwashing. Lucks left their hands ever so much softer, smoother than the other soaps did. You can prove this for yourself. Try new, quick lucks in your dishpan tomorrow. Ask for the generous big box, the same familiar lucks package. It's fast, it's thrifty, and it's so mild, it helps your hands stay soft and smooth and lovely. Now, here's Mr. DeMille with our stars. Back in the center of our stage now is Pat O'Brien, the man who made Canute Rockney live for us tonight. And with him are Faye Ray and Donald Crisp. Thank you, CV. It was a great honor to be chosen to play the part of Canute Rockney on the screen and then again here in the Lucks Radio Theater. I've admired him ever since I was a kid. Pat, you played a little football yourself a few years back, didn't you? You've been holding out on us, Pat. It wasn't much to hold out, CV. Now, the way I heard it, you were a star quarterback at Marquette and ran 90 yards for a touchdown against one of Canute Rockney's best teams. That is more than a little exaggeration, Faye Ray. You mean it wasn't 90 yards, Pat? You had to run 90 yards, sit on a bench. I didn't get in late in the game. Coach was, well, he was desperate. He'd used up the first, second, and third string backs. He was finally down to me. I played about 30 seconds, didn't even get my hands on the ball. Outside of that, the story's true, huh? Well, anyway, you can always tell your children that you played against a Canute Rockney team. That's what I said to myself when I tried to get up for the sixth time. That's a very comforting thought, Pat. By the way, Mr. DeMille, what's your next play? 14, 82, 91. No, no, no, not football. I mean next Monday night. Next Monday night? Well, we've got a play that's a sure winner, Donald. My favorite wife. Who are the stars going to be, Mr. DeMille? You like them all, Faye. Lawrence Olivier, Rosalind Russell, and Gail Patrick. Three of everybody's favorites. My favorite wife is a gay mix-up. It was one of the hits of the year on the screen, the story of a lady who returned from being shipwrecked on a lonely island to find her husband married again. It's a situation with great possibilities for Lawrence Olivier, Rosalind Russell, and Gail Patrick next Monday night. And a swell time for the audience, C.B. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. If acting were football, you three would be a sink for the Rose Bowl. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Flakes, joined me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the Lux Radio Theatre presents Lawrence Olivier, Rosalind Russell, and Gail Patrick in My Favorite Wife. Mr. Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. Third in tonight's play were Griff Barnett as Father Newland, Ted Bliss as Doray, Charles Cecil as Doctor, Earl Ross as Chairman of Investigating Committee, Lou Merrill and Arthur Q. Bryan as announcers, Edwin Max as a reporter, James Eagles as O'Flaherty, Fred Shields as a professor, and Harold Daniels, Forrest Taylor, Bob Burleson, Joe Panario, and Celeste Rush. Our play tonight is an adaptation of the Warner Brothers picture of Pete Rockney, all-American, which is currently being shown throughout the country. Ronald Reagan will soon be seen in the Warner Brothers picture Santa Fe Trail. Donald Crisp is currently appearing in the Warner Brothers picture City for Conquest, and Pei Ray's forthcoming picture is the Columbia production Legacy. Our music is directed by Louis Silvers, and your announcer has been Melville Royke. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.