Hallmark Playhouse: Unless Love Is Music

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Tonight's story was chosen from the whole world of fiction by one of the world's most popular authors whose knowledge of stories that will entertain you and store your imagination is universally recognized. Hallmark is proud to present the distinguished novelist, Mr. James Hilton.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Our story tonight is called Unless Love Is Music by Libby Bloc. We are giving for the first time on the air. It has a beguiling musical angle and a title that suggests that love is a lyric experience. Well, what happens if it isn't?

Our story gives us one answer and there's no doubt that the author has fulfilled her intention to weave an intriguing story. That's not all we need is to do, you know. I know something helps a lot of folks fulfill their good intentions, Mr. Hilton.

Yes, I'm quite sure I know what you have in mind. I'm sure you do, Mr. Hilton, and I'm sure millions of other people do too. It's Hallmark Card, you see? Yes, Hallmark Cards help make it easy to fulfill those good intentions of keeping in touch with friends on every occasion that calls for remembrance.

For Hallmark Cards saves us what you want to say, the way you want to say it. Now, Mr. Hilton, let's see how Miss Libby Block fulfilled her good intentions. Well, you leave on dagger on a business trip to New York.

You're invited to a dinner party in the upper 50s. You sit next to a girl who's not the prettiest girl you ever seen, she's pale and small and doesn't wear much makeup. And even you, who don't know sat in from search, know that her clothes aren't new or expensive.

Still, you look at this girl and well it happens. You're in love and going no place unless this stranger goes along. That's what happened to Sam Burridge. After dinner he sought out the pale little girl dispensing immediately with the usual verbal whipped cream and getting right down to solid cake.

They're plotting me but which is your code? I'll take your pardon. Discrete your code to me and I'll get it for you. You and I are leaving. We can't just tell you on the curb getting back to drive it's false home.

Now wait, let's settle this right now. Set a red. Nothing's happened. On the contrary, something has at last happened. Now I'll never bother you with questions. All I have to know is your last name and are you free.

I'm second thought, never mind your last name. I like you. I'm free. I want you to marry me. But... Now you... It's gotten like that. Could you smile when you say that you look so miserable?

But that's because you'd have to move down data. The whole town could fit into Central Park. I work in construction and collect mud around them. We're all simple. I whistled around the house and I...

I don't think you'd like me. Oh, yes, please. What did you say? Yes. The answer is yes. Oh Mrs. Sorry, I skipped the power in your hair. You like it just the way it is.

It's so simple. It's important for you. Thank you. Oh and thank you for attending that most family of people at the party. I'll try anything. I do want to make a good impression on Mrs. Sorry.

You can have good party for it. Oh, fan ain't worried. He's got confidence in you. Have you heard of the party today, too? He likes it. They're very fond of him. The point, fond of him, um, who is exactly because he is ready.

The woman to watch is if it selects frightened, always plain, grass, wither. Is she, um, could he do a live in footage? Father, uh, talented? She takes watercolors, um, talented, trades, um, you do a lot to stand, didn't you, fine?

I'd even attempt a fee-lay of these four ends. But what can I do? Just keep looking like you do now. Thank you, Floyd. And good luck to you, ma'am. You're in the arnold. Am I always one?

I'll be careful for you. Delightingly ready having to be careful. So careful. Hey, if you're a butler. Those all look so sharp. But you're lovely. That's like telling you my face is clean. And it is, too?

You know what? I'm wearing the side of the drippers you bought for me, they did. Of course it did. Well how did you know the size? From a brownie closet for a sample shoe. I don't know.

I only said good to me. The whip I ordered from Chicago has no idea. Alright, now downstairs you go. I don't know all that for you. You're a little slaughtering. I want you to be very proud of yourself.

The comic will be awful, I'm telling you. Why are you not drunk? Why are you not dressed for the personal portraits? You ought to be on a concert stage in that town. That's creation. Then, how are you to say that?

What? What? Then, what would you be surprised or told? If I played with it, I did study for the concert, did you mean the piano? Me too. Just a few. No, you didn't. Concert pianist.

Well, why didn't you ever tell me? Well, I just studied for that. I never quite made that. You just don't want to embarrass Oscar Lothahan. I said that you mustn't give anyone the impression of that.

Hey, look at us holding hands while I guess we're waiting downstairs. Come to Vienna. Oh, what do you know? Sam, please don't make anything of it. So, if you'd need a mistake, if you'd be going to make him proud.

A perfectly enchanting dress, but rather soon. I'm glad you like it, Sam. And that you've served the layer of beef. Oh, now you're too much. You know, I just wish there were piano here, so you could play something for us.

Huh? Sam says you're perfectly marvelous. Oh no. Come, that's nothing, Mudders. After all, I never failed to talk about my painting. You and Mr. Lus, I'm neglecting my other guests. Tremendous success. I'm so glad to see you.

You murdered him as predicted. Did I really? Justifiable homicide too. Tell you how big you went over. We're invited to doctrine. Mrs. Rome was a mid-January tea. This is Rome. Mm-hmm. The one who's on the end, the review of you, every year?

You agree? No. No. Right, John. Right, John. Good night, Sam. Good night. Why did I do this? Why did I do it? Why did I do it? Say, Jim, that was a very talented young woman.

And I know that if we all give her our full attention, she'll consent to pay something for us. And you know. This is the same someone we've all come since now. This is Sam's father.

No, no, please. I just can't. I guess Faye doesn't feel like it just now. No, not to be said. She's a good woman. She's a good woman. She's a good woman. She's a good woman.

She's a good woman. feel like it. No, not to be. She can't play cool like this, but I can. Let me baby you with my version of chopsticks. Oh, yeah. That's what I am saying.

Sam, will you take me home to your house for darling? That must have been chair of the embarrassing. Sam, I blame you. And I'll just meet Preston. And you're very naughty, not your thought. Say it's Jan, no longer for this.

Oh, this. And I do. Take me home. All right. Yeah, come along. I'll get you things. Bye, so, man. Bye-bye, children. Get out of that thing, Fay. Let's see you slide out of that. There it is, man. How do you like it?

Oh, man. Biggest love is piano. I could get into the living room. Had it delivered while you were downtown. You like it? I would. Excuse me. I'll just sit here and relax while you play list of...

Oh, it needs tuning. Hey, man, feel good, listen. Hey, man, you see? Go ahead, play something. I can't. Yes. I just can't bear having anyone around, but I'm not practicing. But I'm not just anyone, am I?

Sam, any artist will tell you the same thing. You know best, man. Look, suppose I go to the office and work like I do practice in private. Don't look too late for me. What? Oh, I agree.

Smile. The Hallmark Playhouse is presenting on less love is music. music, a story selected for you by James Hilton. Let's go back for a moment to the early 19th century and a quiet street in Concord, Massachusetts.

This late at night and all the houses are dark. But wait, there's the faint glow of a lamp coming from a window of that old house down the block. Inside the room that is lined with books, a thin scholarly man sets it an old-fashioned desk reading and making notes.

Year after year he has done this, constantly reflecting and writing on the problems of every day living. This is the man whose essays will someday win for him the title of the wiseest American, and tonight he has reached a conclusion concerning one ingredient that every work of true value must have. At this point the great

Ralph Waldo Emerson looks up thought play for a moment, then takes up a pen and slowly writes these seven significant words. Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. If you could watch the folks who make hallmark cards, you'd be impressed by the sincere enthusiasm that goes into their work.

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Now the distinguished novelist James Hilton continues with a suspenseful romance by another writer today. The Libby Block story, On Less Love, is music. For the arrival of that, Mr. Vaspiano in the Barrage home, came a curious cooling standby these attitudes towards his wife.

But perhaps Faye and her distraught mental fate merely imagined it. It remained for the new crisis to bring matters more into the open. In April, plans were underway for the Andega Review. The last being husbandless and free, and tried to be chosen as chief talent scouts for the show.

And who will be the first on her list? Of course. But her natural prey. Say, Burridge. Good morning. This is Celeste. How are you? Sounds. I know that you've had the ball. But darling! I'm sorry Celeste. How much to busy?

Goodbye Celeste. I don't think it's long. Why doesn't she leave me alone? Oh, it's on your mind, Celeste. Talking about what?

Well, what would you think about someone who's supposed to be a wonderful piano player and who has never been heard to play a note? Listen, Celeste, don't bother me with your cat clubs. If you met this kindly, I thank you kindly.

But I'm too busy to listen to the ladies' day at the human sacrifices. Goodbye. Say, I... You say this to you? I'd like you to play the piano for the on-day-the-review in June. Don't ask me that.

I'll never ask you again. Don't ask me it, ask me. Please don't ask me. Why, Faye, what's wrong? I can't tell you. It's too bad. Everything was good between us up to now. First good?

Up to now. Up to piano? Up to secrets between us. Secrets between us? Sam. Yes, ma'am. Sam, sit down. Please. Oh, well? Before we were married, you didn't want to know anything about me, not even my name.

So I didn't tell you anything. And then when I wanted to see me worthy of you somehow, I... I told you I could play the piano. You didn't have to do that? But I can't play Sam.

Well, then... Oh, I could play. I worked very hard to become a concert pianist. I went to Woodley to study. I was very poor, but in system, I'm not a teacher who gave me free lessons.

I played so many great groups for the men. It was so good to me, I couldn't help what happened. You were a friend of mine, Woodley. I was in London. And when I was in London, I can't explain it to you, but he was fascinating and terrifying when I really knew him.

He always said, I have the technique for music, but you have soul. I can teach that you will play. We will go far together. We went along with him again. It's my third and co-crowd of the last fascination I told him it was over.

He was a dead-for-filling studio from the cliffs. But it up last to see the result of the breaking. He asked me to play for him for the last time. I heard the studio in the new shadow.

found him on the rocks below. Crushed him both. He knew what it would do to me. He was irrelevant to the last. He destroyed me. He destroyed himself. I could not have fell after that.

You mustn't ask me to. Not if you love me, Sam. Also, Mr. Best, I've forbidden you to play. I'm still awake.

And as change as ever. But in the better than any lies awake, beating my past, this bison me and this secret heart go to that horrible review. And the plot is that we were the happy day Mr. and Burridge as of old.

As of, oh, I just had to take you out of the audience tonight, children. I simply had to. All right, Celeste, what? Anything, Mom. Nothing except with a girl we finally got to play the piano for us tonight, hasn't shown up.

Missed it out of you, Faith. But all I say has to do is just sit at the time and pretend to play. We'll turn the keyboard away from the audience and have Mr. Stein of our place, piano, New Orchestra, Pete.

Get someone else to do it yourself. Come on, boy. Wait a minute. All you have to do is sing, Kit. I'll do a whole wonderful, darling. I'll tell you, Mr. Steinhoff, right away. I'll do it on just one condition.

Then I'll tell you the music. Not Mr. Steinhoff. I... Face is over to sit my twin friend to play. Reading from the de-fail. Oh, I see. I see no, but I don't. So you see them better, son?

Florian, I put it then. Interesting, it stays. Well, I can first un-be-wounded. Are you a semester? Why? She can't play. Would she go out on that stage tonight, as she did? It's my conviction, Celeste, that Faye went out there tonight because she could play once.

Well, she could once, she can today. I don't understand. I don't expect you to understand Celeste. Just lay off, that's all. Now, why don't you call a taxi for yourself and go home? I'm going upstairs to my wife.

Pretty good, Bert. Talking a little. I'm all right. I mean, I've got tonight and everything.

Go ahead. You did think you might be able to play the night, didn't you? I was hardly sick and tired of the snares and innuendos of the Celeste and some of the others. Yes, I thought I could play.

I don't think that. I had nothing to lose to my play, and I did do something to gain. I'd lost you, your lost story. At least I could try to break down that thing in my mind and soul that kept me from playing.

At least I've had my music again. I failed. Lost me. Say, if you think you ain't any bit of that story about your music, about your music? You know I did. That's unthinkable. You wouldn't have said you could play unless you could.

And when you persistently avoided playing, I knew there had to be a reason. Something deeply rooted in your being. When you told me the reason I was fully prepared for it. Then why did you do?

Why did it alienate you? It didn't. And you've been distant, cold, preoccupied. No, Fay. I just troubled, but not the jealousy. Because if you could play and didn't, something that you prejudice apart of you.

What's lost? Sam, is that what you really feel? I've thought it for a long time without knowing what to do about it. It's something you must have or die. Oh no! I think so I think so.

Oh no no, I don't care, Sam. I just want you. I just want you to love me and I don't care about the other. I don't care about what happened long ago. If you want me to play again, so my sake, or we can sing.

Sam loves me. And I love Sam. Yes, Sam. Yes, son. You open me up your... Let me sit beside you.

Then... Let me sit up the end off. Okay, you tried once. Then I'll try again. I... I don't want you to be hurt. Let me try. Please let me try to be here. Let me try.

Hey, you did it! I can't please. Don't do that, my spirits, fam. You did wake me up.

Blayton, sorry, please. Call me down on the office. Please, please. Break through the magic fire to wake up his love. I used to call me fireproof, Barry's tool. Ladies and gentlemen, our story tonight certainly did present an interesting problem.

And one made us specially attractive because of its background of music. As you can imagine, our musical director Lynne Murray had quite a feel they over it. And Milton Geiger wrote an excellent adaptation. I think you'd also like to know that Faye and Sam Burys were played by Joan Banks and Bill Johnstone.

And our cast included Bea Benadarit and Ellen Hartley. You will hear again from Mr. Hilton. Have you heard about the new Hallmark Doll Collector's album? Children are going to have more fun than ever collecting Hallmark Dolls, now that there's a lovely new album to put them in.

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Next week we've chosen Penis serenade, the delightful romance by Mother Cheever with many of you to remember. Penis serenade has that most elusive quality, charm, A nostalgic charm that will strike many an echo in the hearts of the business.

I'm telling you this purely and quite frankly as a teaser because I wouldn't like you to miss it. So until next Thursday, this is James Hutton saying, good night. To the doubly show the finest quality, always look on the back of your cards for those three identifying words.

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Now this is Frank Goss saying good night to you all until next week at the same time when James Houghton, author of such absorbing stories at Lost Horizon and so well remembered, will return with his story selection for next week.

The unforgettable love story, Kenny Serenay. This will grant him to you from the Hallmark Playhouse. This is PBS for Columbia Block, Justin Sisley. This is Phil MBC. He stands for City Missouri. Jeff.