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This is the story of a good newspaper man who wanted to get married and go to New York, of his tyrannical and resourceful managing editor who wanted him to stay being a newspaper man. And of other assorted matters pertaining to the case, including a guy who was to get hanged in the morning. Juffie, Jamal, did you find Johnson? No, Mr. Burns, not yet. We've tried all the saloons and other places that you and Mr. Johnson usually go to, but the word is not go to, it is frequent. We frequent places. Frequently. But I will get Hilted Johnson or else get your laundry out of your desk and get out of the city room. I'll put another man on. In you have, Juffie. I'm after that bunch of lily-livered, pox-marked, peanut politicians who think they're running this town. And Hilted Johnson's the only man on the staff that I can trust, and I've got to have somebody yet to hang in there. We've got to have Johnson. Hello, Juffie. What? What do you mean he's getting married? Who's getting married? Johnson. Well, he can't do that to me. Where is he? Okay. Where is he in some church? Now, it's alone. Good, good. He's getting up his courage. He's still got a chance. I'll get over there right away. Okay, boss. Well, Hilted, so you're leaving me for marriage. Why? Not your business. Well, how did it happen, Hilted? Tell Papa Burns. There was a moon. Oh, I guess that lets me out. Well, I'll give you a farewell party. Thanks, Waller. But it hurts, Hilted. You're not telling a fellow. After all I've done for you. You mean after all you've done to me. Oh, you know, Waller, you guys got to settle down sometime. Get a home, wife. That's right, Hilted. I was never big enough to let a nice girl reform me so I could stay in a two-room love nest at night and walk the floor with a crying kid and the fellas were out having a lot of fun. Marriage does make a respectable citizen out of a man that must be grand. You never have to worry about a place to go. You always know you're going home. None of this jumping around at all hours, having to be on the inside of all the crazy excitement in this town. The 515 out to some suburb. A home cooked dinner at exactly 7.30 every night and in bed by 10. Unless after the tapioca your friends drop in for a neighbor to chat. I don't blame you, Hilted. It sounds great. Yeah. Excuse me, Waller. I just thought of something. Two more, Mr. Burns. Yes, Mike. Fill them up. Well, that fixes Hilted Johnson's wagon all right. No woman's going to steal the best man I've got. Mr. Burns. Yes, Mike. Mr. Johnson said to tell you you should put that line on a Victoria record and play it for some country boy. He's getting married. Why that dirty double-crossing rat? Give me my hat! Press room, criminal court building. No, no, Mabel isn't here. Endicott speaking. Oh, hello, Mr. Burns. Why, no, no, we haven't seen him. Hiya, slaves. Hiya, big shot. Just a minute, Mr. Burns, somebody just came in. Hilted, hey, Hilted Johnson. What? Listen, Hilted, will you do me a personal favor and talk to Waller? He's called up about nine million times. What's the matter, Hilted? Are you scared of him? I'll talk to that maniac with pleasure. Hello, Mr. Burns. Why, your language is shocking, Mr. Burns. Listen, you crazy bad boon. Get a pencil and paper and take this down. Get it straight because it's important. It's the Hilted Johnson curse. The next time I see you, no matter where I am or what I'm doing, I'm going to walk right up to you and hammer on that monkey skull of yours till it rings like a Chinese garb. Oh, boy. Tell it him. Listen to us. Listen, listen, Waller. No, I ain't going to cover the hanging. I wouldn't cover Washington Cross in the Delaware if he did it all over again. Never mind the hair oil. Won't do me any good this time because I'm going to New York. Oh, I didn't tell you that, did I? And if you know what's good for you, you'll stay west of Gary, Indiana because the Johnson's never forget. And that boys is known as what is telling off the managing editor. Hey, why'd you quit, Hilted? I'm getting married. See these railroad tickets be to New York tonight. Tonight? What do you mean, three? Me and my girl in her darling mom. Ha! He's in love. Tutsi-wutsy. Hey, does Burns know you're getting married? Does he know? He shook hands like a pal over to throw me a farewell dinner. Oh, that's his favorite joke, farewell dinner. Sure, he poisons people at him. Oh, hello, honey. Uh, Kenny Tucker, 216, William. He got me into Polish mikes, filled me full of rotgut trying to bust up my marriage. Oh, hello, Peg. Uh, I know, but I, uh... Oh, you bet I resigned. Yep, on the 11-18 tonight. Huh? Oh, the press room. I just dropped in to say goodbye and I'll be... No, I'm not a chance, honey. Got a taxi waiting. Ten minutes. All right. See you guys in a few minutes. I gotta make the rounds and say my farewells. Well, there goes a good guy straight but, anyway, I hear he's got a contract with an advertising agent. What doing, writing poems about ladies' girdles? Who dumped this out of the window on me just now? We promise not to tell. Ah, Sheriff, it's only a spittoon. It was Hildy Johnson, wasn't it? All right, I got a good notion to take this press room away from you. That would be a break. Place is so full of cockroaches now you can't walk. Personally, I don't give a hoot. But how does it look when there's somebody in the death house? Honey, I suppose he feels listening to all this revelry. What you'll care, Sheriff, how he feels? We're doing everything we can to... Now get your whole ticket re-elected next week. Well, when Earl Williams drops through that trap tomorrow, it's a million votes. Can we help it if the people rise to support this administration's stand against corruption? First son of fight by Mr. Earl Williams? Ah, a guy who loses a job he's held for 14 years. Joins a parade of the unemployed. Because he's goofy from lack of food, waves a red undershirt. Williams is a dangerous radical. And he killed a policeman. Now, wait a minute. Once and for all, Sheriff, will you hang this guy at 5 a.m. instead of 7? It won't hurt you when we can make a city addition. Oh, now, Roy, you can't hang a fellow in his sleep. Just to please the newspaper. No, no, no. But you can keep postponing the hanging, so it'll come just before the election. With this new alien is coming in, how do we know there'll be a hanging? Yeah. What if the professor finds he's insane or something? He won't find he's insane because he ain't. He's as sane as I am. Sainer. Now, here's a resume of the situation. The newspapers have got to put their shoulders to the wheel. Impressed on the radicals that a death warrant for Earl Williams is a death warrant for every bomb-flowing foreigner in this town. Hello, give me the desk. Hey, get this. The sheriff just put 200 more relatives on a payroll to protect the city against the Redcoats. Praise my better darned. Okay, baby, give me the desk. Hello. The sheriff just received four more letters threatening his life, which he is going to answer by a series of raids. And to prove it's on the square, he's going to write himself four more letters threatening his life. Yeah, I know he wrote them on account of the misspelling. Desk, please. This is McHugh, Joe. More on the Williams hanging. You ready? The condemned man ate a hearty dinner. Mock turtle soup, chicken pot pie, hash brown potatoes, combination salad, and pie a la mode. Yeah, baby, you better get the rest of this. The condemned man ate a hearty dinner, as follows. Noodle soup, roast beef, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, big hunk of pastrami. Yeah, and make mine the same. Come on, come on, who opened it? I did. Cut up and give out the cards. How many? Five. Well, all set to go, boys. Except to say goodbye to you, bums. I got a dumb brother who went into the advertising business, Hildy. Got seven kids, belongs to a country club. He gets worse every year, just a fat head. Yeah? Listen, if you want to know something, you'll all end up in the copy desk, gray-headed, humpback, slob, dodging, guaranteed for your 90. And you'll be out in the street the minute your contract's up. Not me, my girl's uncle owns the business. Has he got a lot of jack? Let's choke on him. Look, he gave us 500 in cash for a wedding present. There it is, less than what it cost to get the tickets to New York. I still say you'll rotten it over the palace of blurbs that you'll go on to. Here, what goes on? William, broke out of the death house. Here, let me get that phone. Hurry up, sister. This is important. Hello, Jimmy Rawlings. Come on, give me that. Oh, I might have known buying them tickets was bad luck. Hello. Hello, morning post. Give me Waller Burns. Burns has an STINK. Waller, Billy Johnson, Earl Williams just slammed out of the death house at the county jail. Yeah, yeah, don't worry, Wall. I got the whole thing. Got it from Jacoby. Sure, it's exclusive. It's a pep. Only get this. It cost me 260 bucks to bribe the guy. But oh, my girl gave me to get us to New York. Okay, all right, all right. But don't forget to send that dough. Look, this is the jailbreak of your dreams. This profound thinker. The alien that stayed hard to examine, Williams. Yeah, the one from Vienna. Yeah, well, he decided to make Williams reenact the crime. Shut up and listen. He had to have a gun to reenact it with. And who do you suppose supplied the gun? The sheriff. The sheriff gave his gun to the professor. The professor gave it an earl and earl. Shot the professor right in the stomach. The professor's in the hospital. Williams is evaporated and the sheriff's gone nuts. Ain't it perfect? All the phone while I'm not finished yet. Send that dough over right now. I just did it as a personal favor. I'm leaving town. No, don't. I don't get married. Tell the guy to hurry with it. I'll wait here. Oh, hello, Peggy. And what was that? Nothing. I was just telling Brenda. That's all. Hello, darling. Oh, now, Hildy. You haven't done something foolish with our money. No, no. Then I think I'd better take care of it from now on. Now, sweetheart, it's going to be perfectly all right. Oh, then you haven't got it. No, no, not this minute, but he's sending it right over. Walter, I mean, he'll be here any minute. Walter? Oh, Hildy, that man makes you do everything he wants. You're just a string around his finger. Oh, baby, listen. I was just here by accident. If something happened, I had to use some of our money to get information. I'll get it back. Look, Hildy, mother's downstairs in a taxi cab. I'm just ashamed to face her. If she knew about that money, well, it's all we've got in the world, Hildy. We haven't even got a place to sleep except the train. I'll tell you what. You and mother go over to the station and get the baggage checked. Here's the tickets. You mean you're not coming? Oh, of course I'm coming. I'll meet you both at the information booth. Who would throw that Walter Burns? You simply can't resist him. Come on, Hildy. Keep on William's hideout. We go with the riot squad. Well, this is okay. Wait, wait. Oh, you're not going with them. Well, Peggy, wait for me at the information booth. Oh, we'll watch downstairs first. You see, you don't go anywhere with the riot squad. Oh, come on, baby. I'll just finish up there for a few minutes and meet you under the clock. All right, Hildy. But if you don't come, I'll never trust you again. So there. Oh, I have to get married on a day like this. This is the press room. I'm looking for the sheriff. I'm the sheriff. He is certainly a hard fellow to find. Well, what do you want? I'm the mayor. Well, I'm Pinkers, a messenger from the state house. This is from the governor. What's from the governor? The reprieve for Earl Williams. For who? Wait a minute. Who else knows about this? They were all standing around when he wrote it. It was after they got back from fishing. Get the governor on the phone. Ain't got a phone. They're duck shooting now. Oh, a lot of blasted Nimrod. Pure politic. We've got to think fast before those lying reporters get hold of this. What'll we tell them? Tell them the party is through in this state on account of you. Here, you. What's your name? Pinkers. You never arrive with this, whatever it is. Get that? Yes, I did. How much do you make a week? $40. How would you like a job for $350 a month? Me? All you have to do is to lay low and keep your mouth shut. Here, go to this address. It's a nice homey little place. Tell her, tell her a friend sent you. Listen, Burns, I'm waiting here. Where's the guy with my doll? If you try to double-cross me, I'll... I'll... Holy mackerel, I'm seeing ghosts. Earl Williams just crawled through the window. Hang up. Hang up. I'll call you right back. Williams, I saw you when that searchlight went past the window. Drop that gun. It ain't loaded. I fired all the bullets already. I surrender. I couldn't hang onto that roof any longer. You know, I... I'm not afraid to die. I was telling the fella that when he handed me the gun. Shut up a second. I locked that door. Waking me up in the middle of the night. Talking to me about things they don't understand. Calling me a radical. I'm an anarchist. It's got nothing to do with bombs. It's the philosophy that guarantees every man freedom. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. All those poor people being crushed by the system. All those boys that was killed in the war and in the slums. All of those slaves to a crust of bread. I can hear them crying. Shut up, will you? Go on. Take me back. Hang me. I've done my best. Kill me! Kill me! Oh, shut up! No, not you, Peggy. Get me the managing editor. Get me Waller Burns, but quick. Don't, Peggy, for... Oh, Waller, something big has happened. I captured Earl Williams in the press room. Get over here right away! In just a moment, you will hear the second part of the Academy Award. When you ask for a tube of squib dental cream, you're really asking for a tube of pure refreshment. There's refreshment in the flavor of squib dental cream. It's so cool and tangy, like the taste of tendered green mint. There's refreshment in the brisk action of the squib dental cream. It wakes up your mouth, leaves teeth and gums feeling delightfully clean. But that isn't all. You can taste, feel and see the refreshing difference when you use squib dental cream. It helps to bring out the natural sparkle of your smile because the special polishing agent in this quality dentist is one of the safest, softest, yet most effective known to dental science. In every way, squib dental cream lives up to the famous standard of perfection that distinguishes all the great family of squib products. Try squib dental cream. Taste, feel and see the refreshing difference. Before we bring you Part 2 of Front Page, we want to thank the writers of this picture, Ben Hecht and Charles McArthur for making the story available. And now the House of Squib presents Part 2 of Academy Award, starring Paddle Brian and Adolf Mongeau in Front Page. All right, Hildy. Where's your Williams? Do you bring my money? You'll get your money. Where is he? In that desk. Let me out. I can't stand it. Shut up. You're sitting pretty. For the love of Mike Mother. What's the matter here? Okay. It's Mike's mother. What are you doing? Shut up. I won't shut up. You're doing something wrong. What's in there? Oh, Louie. Louie, come in here. Yeah, boss. Take this lady over to Black Mike's and lock her up. See that she doesn't talk to anyone on the way. What's that? Okay. Oh, Waller, you can't do that. Tell them it's the case of delirium treatment. Listen, Waller, this will get me in a terrific jam. Don't worry, Mother. This is only temporary. Hey, what do you think you're going? Let go of me. I got to get my girl. Your girl? Why, in time of war, you could be shot for what you're trying to do. Don't nuts. There's your story in that desk. Story. We got the city hall where we want them. We're going to crucify those jerks. We'll keep Williams undercover until morning so the morning post can break the story exclusive. Then we'll let the governor in on the capture. He can share the glory. Why you sap? They'll be naming streets after you over this. Yeah. Yeah, but we can't leave Williams here. No, we'll get the boys to move him in that desk over to our office. Get that typewriter, huh? Start pounding out a lead. Come on. Snap into it. How much do you want, Waller? Hello. This is Burns. Put Duffy on. Snap into it. What? Hildy, give me all the words you got. Hello, Duffy. I want ten huskies over here at the press room right away. Now, listen, Duffy, I want you to tear out the whole front page. That's what I said, the whole front page out. Hildy Johnson's writing the lead. Hildy. What the devil do you want? Hildy. What? You can't get him in here, miss. Get out. Listen, darling. Where's Mother? I don't care if there's a million dead. Duffy, make room for this story. Peggy, I gotta ask you to do something of big favor. You're not coming. Take all those Miss America pictures off page six. Hold it down. You're doing this to him. He was going and you stopped him. Get out of here. Peggy, I can explain. You'll keep your mouth shut. Hello, Duffy. What? I don't care. Jump to Louis Kahn, controversy. Peggy, you're buying a newspaper man not a junk headed fancy boy. Oh, you never did love me or you couldn't talk to me that way. I can't stand it in here. I'm smothering to death. Get back in there, you mock turtle. Not you, Duffy. Put Butch on. Oh, this is the end. I don't give a... Keep it coming, Hildy boy. Get the story out. Hello, Butch. Never mind the audition for the mail train. Hold it up. Stop the presses. Listen, you're not working for the advertising department. Keep on this wire. The patrol wagon, it was on the wrong side of the street. Where's Mother? I should know. She beat it someplace, I guess. So they took her to the morgue. You moron. Didn't you even lock her up someplace? I couldn't, boss. I told you we hit a patsy wagon and I'm that way with the cops just now. Oh, she's dead. Dead. That finishes me. I killed her. I'll let you send her away. Now how can I face Peggy? If it was my own mother, I'd carry on for the paper. You gotta get me out of this desk. I'm joking. Shut up, you. It's better than hanging. Billy, I'll shut up. All right. All right. Wise guys. Thought you were going to get away with something, didn't you? We know you got Williams. You can't hide them yet. Double-cross and heal. Let go of me. My mother is dead. Who do you think you are? Busting it here like this. You can't bluff me, Burns. I don't care who you are or what paper you're editor of. Let go of me, Sheriff, or buy it. Let me go. Let go of me, you pox. Hey, he's got a gun. Give me that. I gotta write the carry. I've got it. I want it. Not this gun. This happens to be the gun that Earl Williams shot his way out with. You're under arrest, Johnson. You two, Burns. Who's under arrest? You pinhead. You realize what you're doing? Yep. Same for the mayor, boys. I won't make up with him, mother. Who did it, madam? That man there, officer. Mother, are you all right, mother? What's the idea? What are you cops doing in here? This name says she was kidnapped. That man was in charge of everything. He told them to kidnap me. Are you referring to me, madam? Ah, kidnapping, eh? And I'll tell you something more. I'll tell you why they did it. Please, mother. Come on, Hildy. We gotta get bail. I was in here and they had some kind of a murderer. They were hiding him. They were what? What? Stop. Madam, you're a cock idol. I'm smothered. I give up. Let me out. Ah-ha, harboring a fugitive from justice. That's him. That's... Oh, you gray-haired old Judas. So you got him, eh, Sheriff? Good work. Good work. Yep, mayor. There they are. Look kind of natural, don't they, with those handcuffs on. Sheriff, you're going to wish you'd never been born. Ha-ha-ha. A sight for sore eyes. Well, it looks like you boys bit off more than you can chew. Yep. Looks like about ten years of peace for them. God, go suck your fat head. These guys are going to be in office about two days more than we're pulling their noses out of the feed bag. I sent for the district attorney. You know what you smart boys will be doing, making brooms at the state pen. I want a lawyer. I got a right to have a lawyer. He'll decal my lawyer. No lawyers are going to be able to help you, Burns. This is the morning post you were talking to. Ha-ha-ha. Yeah. The power of the prep. Sheriff in here? Yeah. The ugly one. That's your man. Here's your reprieve, Sheriff. Get out of here! You can't bribe me. What's this? Get out of here, you! I won't. Here's your reprieve. What? I won't take their graft or their bribes. I'm a family man. Who was bribing you? They were. They wouldn't take the governor's reprieve for Williams. This is a frame-up! Oh, murder, huh? You were going to murder Williams. Oh-ho-ho. Mr. Pincus, you are a stunning character. A really great man. Now, just step right over to this phone and dictate your true story of how the mayor and the sheriff defied an order of the governor of this state, and were going to go ahead and hang a man that had been reprieved just so they could make a little character before the election. Step right over here, Mr. Pincus. Now, wait a minute, boys. Wait a minute. Maybe we've been too hasty. Let's talk this thing over. Take their handcuffs off, you blundering idiot. Yes, sir. Right over this way, Mr. Pincus. If you were going to print my story in the paper, maybe you'd like this picture of my wife. Why, Mr. Pincus? How thoughtful of you. A very, very handsome woman. Thank you. Hildy, get on that phone. Hello, Duffy. Listen, tear out that whole front page. Yeah, tear it out again. Hildy, are we really going to New York this time? You know we are, darling. Why, I wouldn't let him stay. Go on, Hildy. Before I make you city editor. Hurry up, Peggy. Try to get that train. He means it. Any objections to my kissing the bride? No. Go ahead. Kiss the guy. Mrs. Johnson, I wish there was time to get you a little wedding present, but wait a minute. This watch of mine. Oh, no, Walter, you make me feel like the bride. Ah, shut up. It was a present from the big boss himself. If you look inside, you'll find a little inscription to the best newspaper man I know. When you get to New York, Hildy, you can scratch out my name and put yours in its place if you want it. Oh, you know I wouldn't do that. Oh, go on, Hildy. If Mr. Burns wants you to, you don't want to hurt his feelings. Well, this is the first and last thing I ever got from the newspaper. Well, goodbye, Mr. Burns. You know, I always had a queer opinion of you, Mr. Burns. I still think you're a little peculiar, and so does Mother. But you're all right. Underneath, I mean. I think you're a peach. So are you. You look just like a little flower. Goodbye, you fake fat woman. Goodbye. Hello, Duffy. What's the first stop of the 1240 to New York? That's right. I want you to send a wire to the chief of police. Tell them to meet that train and arrest Hildy Johnson and bring him back here. Wire them a full description. The dirty bum stole my watch. 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The House of Squibb will present Academy Awards starring Frederick Marge in A Star is Born. Today's performance of front page was written for radio by Frank Wilson with an original musical score composed and conducted by Leed Stevens. Our producer-director is D. Anglebach. Pato Bryan, whose performance you enjoy today is Hildi Johnson, is soon to be seen in RKO's production Crack Up. Adolf Monju, who played the part of Walter Byrne, may currently be seen in Sam Woods' RKO production Heartbeat. This is Hugh Grundy, fitting you goodnight until next week at the same time when you're invited to listen again to Academy Awards, presented by the House of Squibb, a name you can trust. This is C.D.M. from Columbia, Washington District.