 The Schenle Laboratories, producer of pencil and Schenle and Schenle Pharmaceuticals, presents the Encore Theatre. The Encore Theatre play tonight, A Man to Remember. Our star is Mr. Lionel Barrymore. Tonight, Schenle Laboratories presents another in a new series of great traumatic programs. Some of our stories are fact. The struggles and accomplishments of great men of medicine. Others are fiction. Stories of devotion to an ideal, individual heroism or great courage. By these programs, Schenle Laboratories would remind you that medical science and progress are not cold in personal research or pages of statistics, but a worn human story told in living terms. Whether it's the life of one of medicine's immortals or the everyday record of service rendered by your family physician. A man to remember, starring Mr. Lionel Barrymore. The funeral was over. It had been an impressive afternoon. The town band had walked before the funeral coach, and the people of the town had thronged the sidewalks to pay their last respects. The doctor was dead. The earth was in place and the stone and the words that honored him. And before the afternoon sun had set, the vultures had gathered in his lawyer's office. George Sykes, the banker. Homer Ramsey, owner of the local department store. Joe Harkness, president of the school board. Sit down, gentlemen. I've brought Dr. Abbott's strongbox with me. I find that in most cases of this nature, the creditors prefer to wait until, well, the day after the benediction has been delivered. No, lookie here, Clyde. That ain't fair. The doc would want us to have our money. I hold Doc Abbott's personal load for six hundred dollars, plus a hundred interest. How about you, Homer? I had the bookkeeper figure up his account today. He owes a store seven hundred twenty-six dollars and thirty-seven cents. Hasn't paid a bill since nineteen twenty-eight. And you, Joe? He owes me eleven hundred dollars. His son gave this box to me this morning when I explained how eager you were to get his father's affairs in shape. Gentlemen, here is the estate. The estate? That's right, a black signet ring, a nice tray and some papers. Suppose we take the papers one by one. This one is headed Westport First National Bank. It reads 60 days after date or on demand. I promised to pay to George Sykes and or the Westport First National Bank the sum of three hundred dollars with accumulated interest at seven percent. Signed, John Abbott dated June 16, nineteen nineteen. That's the date all right. He walked into my office with Dick. Dick was about eight then. Two of them looked about as poor as church mice. Well, if it ain't John Abbott. How are you, Joe? I'm fine, fine, sit down. How are you? It's been a long while. Yeah, it's been 25 years. That's right. You left for college right after we graduated from high school, didn't you? Yeah. And you were voted the boy most likely to succeed, weren't you? Yeah. It seems kind of funny now, doesn't it? It sure does. Aiming to stay here for a while? Well, as long as you spoke to the community, George. Well, I don't know. We've got some doctors here already. Well, I thought there might be enough room for one more. Might be a tad. A lot of poor folks on the other side of town build up quite a little factory section over there. A lot of them folks need doctrine. Well, I guess I'll stay then. I need a little eating money, though. How much? About three hundred dollars. That's a whale of a lot of money, John. Well, I aim to do a whale of a lot of eating in this town. Yeah. What have you got to offer as security? 17 years experience as a practicing physician. Yeah, you know what we say about horses, John? There's horses, and then again there's horses. I always say that about doctors, too. Well, I've done pretty well. You're broke, ain't you? I meant about keeping my patients alive. That's my business, you know. All right, John, I'm going to make out a note for three hundred dollars, and I'll give you two hundred and fifty. Got to have a little bonus, you know, when there isn't any security. But I always like to help an old friend. Yeah. Do you help out many of your old friends this way, George? Yeah. Sign on this, Lane. They should have elected you the boy most likely to succeed. That sure was a long time ago. Here's the second paper. It's a bill one of Dr. Abbott's statements. It's made out to Howard Johnson. It reads June 17, 1919, delivery of child twenty-five dollars. Beneath it is the notation Johnson has no money. Well, Doc, you have a fine baby girl, Johnson. Girl. And a healthy one, too. Girls ain't no good on a farm. I want a boy. I wanted somebody who could help me work this land when I get old. Girls are for people who can afford them. I want my wife. Johnson, I, uh, I did everything I could. I'm afraid she wasn't in very good condition to begin with. And, well, I did everything I could. I know how you feel. I lost my wife that way. I had nothing like she lived. Bad crops, bad times. I was going to have a good crop this season. I was going to buy her something. Yeah, yeah. Now, keep the baby warm. You, you get out of here. Get out of here. Don't let me come back. Oh, man, man. You want to know how to take care of the baby. I told you to get. Get, I said, get. It is a beauty, isn't it? What's that? It sounds like a baby crying. It's outside. Come on. I'll be. Come on. Let's get her inside right away. Dear doc, I'm sorry I hit you. Give the kid to somebody who'll be good to us. Johnson. She sure is little, isn't she? Well, son, it looks as though you've got a baby sister. I had forgotten Jean wasn't his own child. What's the next paper? This is a bill to Dr. Abbott. It's from you, Homer. See, Homer Ramsey, General Merchandise. June 17, 1923, to Dr. Abbott account, one baby doll, $12. Please remit. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday. Take a big breath and blow the candles out, honey. Hey, hey, that's wonderful. All four at once. That means you're going to get your wish. Now then, what did you wish for? A dolly. A dolly. Well, well, well. I suppose you go and look in your bedroom and see what you find. You go with us. I'm turning the lights on. Yes, sir. Hello? Yep. What's the matter? Oh, I see. Doc Robinson's out of town. All right. I'll be right over. Doctors have the dog on its time trying to give party. Well, Homer, your wife has a cute appendicitis. I'm going to have to operate right away. How much are you going to charge me for this operation? I understand. Are you, by any chance, interested in how your wife is doing? I certainly am, Doc. But I don't want any of this funny stuff about the price of the operation. I want a fair price. But I don't want to be stuck. You understand? I understand. Are you interested by any chance in how your wife's doing? How is she? Well, she's very low. Hello, Doc. What can I do for you? I have the bill here with me for your wife's operation. $100? That's right, John. That's right, Homer. How much of your time did the operation take? About four hours, I calculate. Pretty good money for four hours' work. Well, here, John, let's get down to the facts. I don't mind paying a just fee of $100 for four hours. That's pretty steep. You really mean that, don't you, Homer? You bet I do. Now, what do you pay, uh, janitor around here? Oh, $0.40 an hour. Yeah, you see, I made a mistake in figuring the bill, Homer. Well, that's more like it. Yeah, yeah. The only place we differ is the value each of us puts on your wife. I was a mite too high. So I'll settle right now for $0.40 an hour. $1.60 cash. Now, John, I didn't mean that. Perfectly willing to pay a fair price. Give me $1.60. But I feel ashamed to settle for that, John. Really, now you know how... Give me the money. Uh, yeah. Sure. I'll just fix the bill. The Homer Ramsey, account appendicitis operation Mrs. Ramsey, $100. Settled for a $1.60 cash. You got a bargain at that, Homer. You'd have had to pay a grave digger for six hours. Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt our play, a man to remember to bring you an important message from Shanley Laboratories. Today in the supply room of 8,383 American hospitals, you will find Penicillin. Yet only three years ago, the wonder drug was almost a medical rarity. The firms who devoted themselves to increasing the supplies of Penicillin available struggled against many obstacles inherent in its production. Numbered among these firms was Shanley Laboratories. Although these companies have seen the realization of their goal, enough Penicillin to fill essential needs, they cannot feel their work is done. Up to the present, search workers at Shanley Laboratories have developed such products as Penicillin tablets and trokies for administration by mouth and Penicillin ointment and a thumb ointment. Now these men are looking forward to the perfecting and production of other and perhaps entirely different types of pharmaceuticals. It is ever the aim of Shanley Laboratories to know more of what benefits to mankind may be derived from medical research. It is our aim, too, to translate the knowledge we gain into production of more and greater aids to healing for all members of the medical profession. And now, back to the second act of tonight's play, a man to remember starring Mr. Lionel Barrymore. The afternoon sun was still haloing the freshly turned earth. The doctor was dead and in his lawyer's office sat his creditors, the banker, the merchant, the president of the school board. What's that next paper there, lawyer Perkins? Anything of value? Not to you, Joe. It's the announcement of Richard's graduation from Curtis University. We all remember how proud Duck Abbott was that day. Richard was valedictorian of his class. Yes, it was 1934. Right after graduation, Dick went to the New York Medical Center for postgraduate work. What's that paper there? A bill? October 8, 1936, to Paul Lubinowski, deceased. Paul Lubinowski? You remember Paul Lubinowski, don't you, Joe? Of course you do. The doc mentioned him when he was arguing with you about building a hospital. As a matter of fact, all of you were there. Homer and George, as well as Joe. It was a board of supervisors meeting. Last week, this board of supervisors appropriated $18,000 to fight hard cholera. I've always worked on the theory that a man is more valuable than a hog. That ain't fair, Doc. You know it. Hogs are big industry around here. Well, so are people. You figure that a dead hog represents $20 loss and a dead man cause nothing. Isn't it as much your business to take care of human beings as it is to take care of hogs? As far as I'm concerned, the whole scheme is ridiculous. Our budget won't stand it. All things impractical. All right, gentlemen. All right, all right. Sorry I can't spend more time with you, but I got work to do. There's a fellow on the other side, named Lubinowski. He's a foreman at the flour mill. They tell me his crew puts out more flour than the outfit in the mill. He's a good man. Almost as good as a hog. Yesterday, he got his arm caught in the mill. I had to amputate. I couldn't move him because I had no hospital to move him to. No ambulance if there had been a hospital. Now, I don't think Paul Lubinowski can pull through. Now, you take care of the hogs. I'll take care of the people. What's happened? What's the matter? It's my arm. It was my fault, sir. I was showing her my gun. It was an accident. Come in the other room quickly. Come on, Howard. I'll need you too. How does that feel, honey? You're a good doctor. At least I'm the best one handy. It's not very serious, Howard. It may leave a small scar, but that's about all. I'm awfully sorry, sir. I know there isn't anything to be said for me, but I'll do anything I can to make it right. You mean that, Howard? I certainly do. Well, I got a little plan in mind. Anything? I'll do anything. Relax, son. Relax. It isn't that drastic. Now, my plan is this. Your father loves you, doesn't he? What? Yes. And you're sorry for what you've done. So sorry that you'll make your father show how much he loves you. Yes, sir. Howard? Gene may have needed surgery tonight. X-rays. Transfusion. And time might have been very important. You wouldn't have been a very happy boy, Howard. If Gene... Doctor! I didn't know. I didn't realize. No, no, no. This tragic little accident may be a blessing in disguise, Howard. I want you to go to your father. Tell him a man as big as he is should engrave his name in the history of this town. He should leave something big for the town and for himself. Like what? Like the George Sykes Memorial Hospital. That was a fine gesture you made, George, building that hospital. Well, I probably would have done it anyhow. I must admit, it's coming handy. It was rather small of you, though, I think, restricting Dr. Abbott to the charity ward. Well, the charity cases were always his pets, anyway. Uh, let's get on with the box. This is a bill, a statement sent September 21, 1937 to Mrs. Walter Lamb. Keep Sally Lamb, six dollars. Oh, I remember that. I think we all remember that. Now, keep Sally in the house, Mrs. Lamb, and don't under any circumstances let any children come in. I'll write out exactly what I want you to do. Of course, you'll be quarantined, but I'll be back this afternoon. Do you think it's anything serious, doctor? Yes, I think it's typhoid fever. Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'm sorry to have to interrupt the board of the supervisors again, but what I have to say today won't take very much time. You're having a county fair in two weeks, and I've come here to ask you to cancel it. Cancel it? Are you crazy? What for? Unless my diagnoses are completely wrong, we're in for an epidemic of typhoid fever. What gives you that idea, doc? I have four patients who have all the symptoms. Well, quarantine them. Four people out of a town of 4,000 don't strike me as being an epidemic. Four cases of typhoid, gentlemen, are quite enough to start preventive measures so there won't be an epidemic. The merchants of this town have put up $12,000 for the county fair. You're suggesting that we throw that money up a flu just because four of your patients might have typhoid? All right. All right, you leave me no other course than to go to the newspaper. I'm going to warn this town whether it costs our merchants $12,000 or not. Newspapers won't print nothing we tell it not to, doctor. How much is your son worth to you, Joe? That's not a fair question. You're willing to risk him for $12,000? He won't get it, will he? Typhoid fever? He might. He can. Only don't worry, Joe. I'm going to say he doesn't get it. I hope all of you gentlemen sleep well tonight. The boys are all waiting on the front porch, Dad. I have ten of them. Good. To give them each a pile of handbills, I want one in every house in town and all along Main Street. Here, let me see one. Warning, typhoid fever. Do not attend the county fair. Boil every drop of water you drink. I am making a house-to-house canvas to assure that everyone is examined. I will give each of you medical advice on purification of water and provide chlorinated tablets for those who have their own water supply. If I do not get to your house, come to me in the evenings. Oh, Dr. Revin, I'm so glad you came. The children are all inside, and I've talked to every mother in the block. They brought their youngsters over here to save you time. Fine, fine. Let's get to work. So we came here to your house. I haven't got any money, Doc, but I'll pay you payday. Good evening, folks. Now if you line up by one, we'll take care of you in the living room. Dad, the city council has all stirred up about us. They say you've alarmed the whole community and ruined the fair. I'm afraid we're in trouble again. Er, probably. Gene, I'm tired. I never felt it before, but... well, I'm an old man. You heard the charges, Dr. Abbott. There's nothing personal in them. The county fair and the reputation that Mrs. Hall has been put in jeopardy by what we must consider to be the most important part. Have you any defense to offer? No, no, no, no, no defense. Then I have no cause but to put this matter into the record. You do? Meanwhile, I think I'd better go home. I'm sorry to be late, gentlemen. I've been very busy. We have six cases of time-forward fever in Wellington. I shall assume we shall disregard all action taken in this meeting. Do I hear a motion that a committee be appointed to appear before the board of supervisors on cancellation of the county fair? I make such a motion. All in favor, aye. 42 cases in Wellington. 23 cases in Palmdale. 68 cases in Wellington. 39 cases in Palmdale. Four cases in Westport. But no new cases reported there since the beginning of the epidemic. Well, that's the report, gentlemen. I, for one, think we owe Dr. Abbott a mighty big debt of gratitude. See you. People? Well, send them in. I think maybe you'd better come out on the front porch. The minister's there and, well, there's quite a mob of them. Huh? Oh, well, all right. Good evening, Doctor. Good evening, Reverend. Good evening all. Doctor, you've been among us for a long time and you've worked hard. You never made much money, I guess, because the people you worked for didn't have much. But you didn't care. You just kept right on working. Maybe a lot of us have been ungrateful. Maybe you think we've forgotten we haven't. I have here a letter. It's a letter of thanks for all you've done. It's got 4,000 signatures, Doctor. Almost every man, woman, and child in this town. It's just to let you know that we we love you. Yes, Doctor Robinson. In my mind and in the minds of my colleagues at the County Medical Association, you've performed the most outstanding service in the history of our community. You've taught us all something, not only about medicine, but about humanity. The Westport County Medical Association has delegated me to inform you that if you will honor us with your presence, you have in advance been elected president by acclimation. Oh, thank you. Thank you. I'm mighty proud of you. Dick, well, when did you get back, son? Got in on the afternoon train. I wanted to surprise you. I was just in time to hear the speeches. It's so good to see you. Well, I'm certainly having an exciting day. That, uh, that shingle out there is too small, you know. You'll have to get a big one. Right. There's another name going on to yours. Dr. John Abbott and Dr. Richard Abbott. Oh, yeah, yeah. I painted the first thing in the morning. I've waited a long time for that. It's kind of a shame he had to die just when he was getting little recognition. His heart was worn out and so was he. He gave until he didn't have an ounce of strength left to give. What's in the envelope on the bottom? The money for his debts. According to his calculations, he owed the three of you $426.37. Do you think he did? Well, uh, why don't we give the money to the charity ward to the hospital? Give it? I kind of agree with you, George. Those debts should have been written off a long time ago. I guess you're right. He was a fine man. We might not have always seen I die at least ways. Not until he swaps around to his way of thinking by one means or another. But he was a fine man. I agree with you. Dr. Abbott was a man to remember. In a moment we'll bring back our star, Lionel Barrymore. But first, a word about doctors from our sponsor. Shanley Laboratories, maker of penicillin Shanley, would like to remind you that the American standard of health is higher than that of any country in the world. We feel sure you'll agree that the man who has done most to make the situation true is the American doctor. Shanley Laboratories pledges to do all within its power to aid America's positions in their work of maintaining America's highest standards of health. And now, the star of tonight's play, Mr. Lionel Barrymore. Ladies and gentlemen, to sum up the spirit of this Shanley Laboratory program, this simple and beautiful prayer of the physician written centuries ago by my monedies seems to me to be apt in fitting. The eternal providence has appointed me to watch over the life and death of all thy creatures. May I always see in the patient a fellow creature in pain. Grant me strength and opportunity always to extend the domain of my craft. Now, this is the prayer of the physician. It ages old, yet today it's as new as the hope for a peaceful way of life for all the world. May we invite you to listen again next week at this same time when Shanley Laboratories presents The Prisoner of Shark Island starring Zachary Scott, a great star in a great story. Good night. A man to remember was produced and directed by Bill Lawrence and was presented to the courtesy of Arcade Radio Pictures, produces up till the end of time, starring Dorothy McGuire and Guy Madison. This is Luke Graham speaking for Shanley Laboratories. This is EBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.