Young Man Axelbrod

From Hollywood, the CBS radio workshop dedicated to man's imagination, the theatre of the mind. As freshman first we fade. On college campuses across the nation from Bowdoin and Maine to Occidental in California, this Indian summer afternoon.

The freshman class is anxiously settling down to the first of its bright college years. For then we have a story. It is a tender legend of the Yale of yesteryear, Young Man Axelbrod, written by Sinclair Lewis, Yale Class of 1970, and dramatized for the workshop and directed by William N. Robeson, Class of 1928,

narrated by John Hoisrat, Class of 1926, and most particularly, dedicated to the Yale Class of 1961, Young Man Axelbrod. Here's to good on hell, break it down, break it down. Here's to good on hell, break it down, break it down.

Dead sea so hard he had to help, break it down, break it down. It was a September afternoon in one of the years between the two world wars. The great elms of the old campus wore the last of summer's greenery.

The warm sun caressed the gothic crag of harkness, and spread a golden sheen on the weathered bricks of Connecticut Hall before which Nathan Hale, class of 1773, forever stands in bronze, despairing that he has but one life to give for his country.

Into this timeless scene through the eltery between Osborne and Vanderbilt halls, strode an anachronistic figure, a rugged white bearded old man, wearing a neatly pressed black broad cloth suit and celluloid color. Knute axle broad retired Minnesota farmer, a man with a destination, the office of the Dean of Yale College.

Come in. Excuse me, you are the Dean of the College? Yes. I am Knute axle broad. Yes, Mr. axle broad. What can I do for you? I am here about entering college. And you see, and where is the young man?