030- The Grove Of Ashtaroth -national broadcast different production

Wonder if prices will ever come down, set up with the post-war world, want to get away from it all. We offer you escape. You are standing at the edge of an enchanted grove. You are adhered by a soft, caressing voice inviting you to destruction.

You have nearly sold your soul to an ancient goddess from whom you must escape. Escape produced by William N. Robeson and designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure Today we escaped to the African belt and an enchanted shrine of great antiquity As John Bucken told it in his weird story the grove of ash to rock

We stumbled on to the place lost in the lie during the second day after we left our key We'd travel on horseback some forty miles or so through typical African wealth, lush and green, with plenty of game and good hunting.

It was late afternoon when we topped a rise and saw before us a small plateau of such beauty that we both reigned in and sat staring at it, not speaking for some moment. A tiny sparkling stream wandered through the verdant meadow grasses, And at the edge of the plateau, tumbled in a crystal waterfall down to the plain blow.

Graceful clumps of strange trees grew here and there, and bushes blazed in a riot of bloom. I'd seen nothing remotely like it, and all the miles would come. It stood alone, proud and lovely, an alien island in a sea of tropic junk.

Great heavens, John, and your whole life if you ever seen anything like it. If some artist had designed that plateau placed every tree and bush by hand, it couldn't be any more perfect. It's almost weird, isn't it?