Lux Radio Theatre: The Vagabond King

Hollywood, California, Monday, August 17th. Next Radio Theater presents John Boles in the Vagabond King with Evelyn Benavol. Lux presents Hollywood, our stars John Boles in Evelyn Benavol, our producer Cecil B. DeMille, our guests Robert Riskin and Geneva Sawyer, and our director of music, Lewis Silvers.

Welcome also to the distinguished personalities in our audience. Craig Reynolds, Adrian Ames, Mrs. John Bowles, and Helen McFadden of the McFadden publications to our listeners, seen and unseen, greetings from Lux. It is fitting that this program should come to you from this city of stars, because nowhere in the world are Lux flakes better

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thing of the past. And now, may I again present as our producer, a man who has given us dozens of our best known performers and 62 of our great motion pictures. He comes direct to the Lux Radio Theatre from one of the big stages at Paramount, where he is now filming The Plainsman.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille! Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight's play had its beginning more than a hundred years before Shakespeare was born. In those days a tragic harlequin roamed the streets of Paris, drinking in its cellars and sleeping in its garrets.

He had the conscience of a pickpocket and the soul of a poet. His name was Francois Véon. Almost five centuries later, Justin Huntley-McCarthy wrote Véon's story in a play called If I Were King. E.H. Southern starred in it.

And in that first company, I had the honor to be one of Francois Véon's vagabonds, the worst cutthroat in the play, Colander Caier. It was excellent training for my later career, my actress, tell me.

To listen to cast were two lovely ladies, Constance Adams and Margaret Ellington. Yesterday Miss Adams and I celebrated our 34th wedding anniversary and Margaret Ellington, then the wife of Daniel Froman, later married Major Bose.

A few years ago the play reappeared on Broadway with Rudolph Frimmels' music and a new title, The Vagabond King. Even starring in it tonight is John Bowles, who starred in the first production of the Lux Radio Theater almost two years ago.

Fate tried to keep John off the stage. At the University of Texas he was a star pitcher, not a pitcher star. He once struck out 26 batters and a double header, which brought him three offers from the major leagues.

He preferred to study medicine. But when the war broke out, John enlisted. He spent 22 months overseas and was wounded twice, returning to the United States he taught French in Glenn's Fall, New York, but the next season found him on the New York stage.

As the star of the vagabond king, he is the only player who has starred in the Lux Radio Theatre four times. Featured with him is laughing eyes, so-called by the Iroquois tribe that adopted her, but better known as Evelyn Venable.

This vulnerable one a place in Walter Hampton's repertoire company with a performance of Juliet. The balcony for that performance was the haloof in the barn at Walter Hampton's Connecticut farm. Our audience was Mr. Hampton and her father.

After several seasons with the Hampton players, she was signed by Paramount and has been on the screen ever since. In tonight's play, she appears as a lady in the court of King Louis XI. And now the Lux Radio Theatre presents the Vagabond King, starring John Bowles as Francois Villon and Evelyn Benable as Lady Catherine.

Paris is in the 15th century. Louis the Eleventh sits on the throne, but his violent subjects platen grumble in the fur-cone tavern, haunt of thieves and murderers. A night of fire is burning on the massive hearth.

And stretched before it on the floor, this frontswore beer, played by John Bowles. He's an unkempt youth with vivid eyes, dark hair, and a tangle beard. The sight of the hearth sits Hugh Gett, a slim, dark-haired beauty, who prods him in the ribs with our foot, as she demands an answer to her question.

Personally, personally, Francois. Stop kicking me with you. I want to look at your face. I've never seen it upside down before. It's... Answer me, your friend, Tabi, swear you've been out of jail two days, and this is the first I've seen of you!

Two whole days! Henten roaming the streets of Paris. Tabi, where you've spent an inscribling business to a lady, a great lady in the palace of the king. Ah, Tabi, is a loose-mouthed mongrel. The sharp nose for your scent, how's landing to your common seat in the frenzy over a lady?

He lures his coat. Now, for what it is. Ah, now, just a moment. You're in the frenzy. I'm laughing. Answer me! Don't you care a thing about me? A lot of things, my pretty one.

There's a bunch of you countless times, but not enough for friends. Now come. What's the news since I went to jail? Why, we should rot it there. I'll go away via clown. What a whole cart for all I care.

Oh, you get. Why can't we chat comfortably? Can't me my wine. Oh, you mug them for you again. That's the last drop you'll get from this cabin without money. Oh, well. There are other taverns and chariots. I have no fear pretty one. I'm not leaving. Then why do you open the door?

Oh, there's magic in the air tonight. Is it? No, I feel a chill. Oh, Here's queer magic. What two muffled figures at the head of the street. They're coming this way too customers Oh perhaps come along you get we'll go tell the mr.

So the tavern the prospect of new food is made all the old elephants And I suppose you'll tell her that you've got them here. Why not you get fun? Look here. The door is open.

Really? Get on this, son. What a... Let me lose the button. And come in. In place. A sort of cellar. What did you expect? A bird's nest? I had no illusion, John Majesty. No Majesty here, fool. Flame Dewey.

You go shouting that I'm the king of France. What's the good of my being snapped under this itchy cloak? Oh, well, disguise, sir. So this is the pristine place. The Perkum Tavern. Ah, an unsavory spot.

He bright man, look at my flight. The Duke of Berlin, the full armed force is just without the terrace dates. My throne sways like a rocking chair. But to I pull a sad face. Worse, you run sniffing about taverns after the skirts of a winch.

Mm, winch. When hardly describes my king-woman, the lady Catherine do herself, as she's coming here tonight or so at her. As for sniffing about taverns, you forget that last night dreams and stars and women while Paris goes to the dogs.

I dreamed that I was a swine, rooting in the streets of Paris, that I found a pearl of great price in the gutter. I took it and said it in my crown. But it's so bright it filled all Paris with its light.

Then a great star fell from heaven. Who are those creatures in the other room? The worst cats and rats in all Paris, bullies, wantons, thieves, murderer, and dad company for a king. Look, look over there.

That young bearded fellow standing near the doorway with a tavern mistress. Oh, the fellow with the cocky air. Yes, he's Francois Biong, the leader. Oh, Vion, poet, pit pocket, drinker and scholar. In their thieves' language, they call him King of the Vagabond.

Oh, hey, love leave me beep. Oh, come, please, Mrs. Havener. One more mug of wine, please. You'll have all you'll get on fame. Pardon, sir. Will you honor me? Honor you, sir. By drinking at my expense.

Hey, Mrs. A bottle of your finest wine. Yes, Mr. Tristan, give me a gold coin. A gold coin? Hey everybody come here! Everybody, Mr. Will all honor you, Mr. And if we ever meet in a dark alley, remind me of this and I'll let you go.

Come all of you! We thank to the downfall of the cutest you can burn in! So, Mr. Will, you are a bit of, say, rather a poet, down with burgundy makes good rhyming. Yes, excellent!

What is your ballet? Sons of oil and danger will you serve a stranger? The pun falls down to Burgundy The sons of shame and sorrow feel you cheer tomorrow For a part bound of Burgundy Pards against the poor, any pun is poor Hell with Burgundy It's a pity, sirs and days can't kill your guy

He may, if we ever get a real tonight He may, he may, he may, he may, he may More iron or gold? Yeah, iron! Are you doing too much for your... Well, what kind of steves do you got drink?

With a bloodthirsty enemy at a door, and a helpless nun compudent on the throne. It's a mule? A nun compudent. And no doubt, transphylvio, you could do better than the king if you were in his place.

That was made of rhyme about that too. So? Maybe not here. Well, if you buy another drink, sire. Very well. Biggie. The figure on this throne you see is nothing but a puppet. Plan to wear the royal bravery of Sifenkot and Goulid I.

Not so, we Frenchmen understand. We bid the damned the Burgundian dance. And such a one would take command. If Beall were the King of France. I've been waiting for you, Snippling. Another time. The King's archers are on the corner.

The King's are... I am almost full of them. All of you in there, strangers, hurry. Oh, let me go. You is your tool, Sifen. Oh, where do you go? Puppy and Tabary! Close the door!

The King's archers, are you just being playful? I'm sure, all right. But what's more, Francois? There's an answer to your pretty verses. What? She's here, the Lady of the Court. Come inside, your gracious Reverend.

Is the man I seek here? There's my sweet dreaming. Carden, never let me wake again. You wrote me this verse. If I were king, I'll love if I were king. What tributary nations would I bring to kneel before your step?

And to swear allegiance to your lips, your eyes, your hair beneath your feet. What treasures would I claim if I were king? Why did you send me this bird? Because you're all my dreams of loveless.

Because I love you, Lady Catherine. I love you. Yes, yes. I... Is your heart always so jumpy? Why? What are you staring at? That frantic rose tossing on your breast. Me, I have it. What sort of man are you?

Briefly, one who steals without shame. Sticks a dagger in his enemy and slips with uneasy conscience. There, you have my virtues, my lady. My vice is, huh, at best dreaming, a possible. You risk such things for yourself.

What would you do? For my asking. What kind do for such issue? One dearer to me, then life is still. What could be dearer than your life? Frant, my Frant, your Frant. Listen, Francois Villeau.

I've learned that our grand marshal, Tibo Dossini, would sell our Frant to the Duke of Burgundy and plot to open the gates of Paris to his army. What can I do? Tibo is coming here any moment to meet one of your men who is in the pay of Burgundy.

You declare you love me. With all the meaning love can have. to kill Tebow Doseini. Kill? You spoke of daggers. But perhaps you didn't expect to be taken at your word. What I... I didn't hope to be.

You will stay and point him out. Where can I wait? Of course there is on that gallery. You can reach the street from there. There's someone at the door. Your hand, quick, to the balcony.

You're safe up here. There's Margot going to open the door. Who's there? Open the door. That's Tebow's voice. Don't you think the reason that it's quiet at the sound? The door was on that machine.

Then why not show a light? Oil and wicks have their price. Yes. There's a man here by the name of Renee. There he is. Send him to me at once. If he'll come with you.

So sly old Renee is in the pay of Burgundy. Mm? You'll kill me a teapot. You have my word. That's my name. You asked for me? I did. Tell me, how is your garden, Renee?

The grapes are right. This note was carried to me by a gun, you know, shot over the walls. Give it to me. The Duke of Burgundy agrees to give me a Duke. The maid Catherine de Museums.

That's you. That's you. Not that. That's the fact. King Louis has denied me the maid. Very well it shall cost him his crown. You too. Let me read further. Go now, Lady Catherine. Leave Teapot to me.

You will not fail. I'll play the drunken leave. Engage him in a fight, and then my sword shall do the rest. For the glory of France. You asked me for this rose, Francois D'Or. I give it to you now.

My lady. May heaven give you state. Farewell. What's that? Has someone on that belt in it? Hello? Hello? Well, wait, my friend. I'm coming down. Who is this drunken fool? It's only Francois Vio. Aye aye, Francois Vio, yes. Francois Vio.

Good evening, Monsieur. Would you crack a bottle with me, huh? Out of my way, Gazzler. Oh, not so far. That's all. Gazzler, did you say? Apologize. Go your drunken tunt. Oh, so you will strike me, huh?

You will strike Francois Vio. Francois, what happened here? Stand back. Friends, why this rogue is insulted me. Draw your sword, rogue. Now, brothers, can you do your fine? No legacy! Do it! Be fast! Through!

God of sin! That devil there prance while the on. Take him out and hang it. Stand back! One moment, Captain. That young gentleman is the Nia Feer. O dares the lay the king's justice. I am the king's justice.

I am the king. Your Majesty, I am the king. You? You? Prance while the on. in case this name. There's so much. Wait, wait, wait. It's a deal with a king of plants. How was that just? This themselves don't fight me. If I'm not a better man than Louis do nothing, Louis dare nothing, may I never drink wine again. Is there one heart in all

France that you hold, even as I hold my rabble in this tavern? Is there one enemy of France that you can down, as I just down that bouncing crater with his long sword? Take me to your dungeon prison, hide me away from all the world and still I'll say, unsolid without banister and feel with a king of pride.

Play the Vagabond King starring John Bowles and Evelyn Venable will be resumed shortly but now we're at the Union Air Terminal with Burbank just a few miles from Hollywood and we're right up where in just a minute we should see the big silver-grain New York transport take-off. A baggage structure has just pulled up to

this giant plane and bags and suitcases are being stowed away in the luggage to women are standing against the passenger's gate to the field, watching their bags being put aboard. Isn't it thrilling? This is my first trip.

I've lost count of mine, but I still get excited. You must know all the ropes. Oh yes, you just asked me anything. For one thing, what about baggage? I nearly died trying to keep mine down to 35 pounds.

Ooh, that's essential, my system. Tell me about it. Oh, that's easy, darling. Never more than two of a kind and everything looksable. Yes, a wardrobe of luxables solves the limited wardrobe problem for the smart crowd that travels by air, just as it does for the girl who has only a small amount to spend for clothes.

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Anything that's safe in water alone is safe in luxe. We continue with the Vagabond King starring John Bowles as Francois Vior and Evelyn Benable as Lady Catherine. It is late the same night, and Francois Vior rages in a prison cell where the King's gods have thrown him for his rashness.

But the King is still uncertain and uneasy. But his aide Tristan, he has come to the court astrologer for a reading, and now they stand in a tower, scanning the starlet sky with anxious eyes.

Bill, well astrologer, I have to have the stars divulged about my dream. The position of the moon and Jupiter bespeak your majesty's dream as one of immediate moment. This is it. Your pearl of great price that you found in the gutter indicates that there is a person in the depths, who, if he be exalted to the heights, may serve and save your kingdom.

Ah, made of Olyum. May hep, what means the star that fell through him? There the reading is confused. It may mean that the same creature from the depths, if he be exalted to the heights, will at the end of four twenty hours fall of his own weight, exhausted from the death of four

and twenty hours and fall of his own fantasy. It's there for me in the heavens concerning my super but there lady Catherine. Your Majesty, I will be there. There are some things your Majesty that even the stars cannot fathom.

And third year, Streliger, a person exalted from the depths may yet say, France, Tristan, I have this hour appointed a new grand-martial of France. Oh, thank you. Thank you, sir. No, no, no, not you.

Francois Véon. Oh, Sir Véon. Don't stop there, keeping. Now, tonight, you sit with it a flag and a brag-d wine is placed in the prison store. Let him awake tomorrow morning in the palace. washed, bearded, sumptuously dressed, so changed his very mother would not know him.

You and I alone will know of this. But sir, thou know that. You can't exceed my sire, thrown me not beyond, say mine. Then you are going to spare his life. Once of you will do.

For four and twenty hours. Then he thinks. But look here, you majesty. I know it sounds crazy and you hate to keep telling me, but for the last time, who am I? Who am I? Last night I was Francois Villon.

And this morning you are the Count of Montcorpiers. And you grant martial arts. Grand martial arts? Why can't make out whether I'm drunk, mad at dreaming? Was it a dream? That you could be a better king than I?

No, sir. That was true enough. Oh, well, how would you like to be king? Well, that's solid. We're both drunk. Not too fast. King, say, for four and twenty hours, until this time tomorrow. And after...

Well, and after? By then you'll be yourself again, the self-same thief and cuckrel. You should build me a great garrows, and your last actor's king will be too hang, for a few... Come, sir, you don't actually mean...

Are you so keen to live? I never knew I was until yesterday. You'd rather crawl back to your gutter, live out your petty, sorry, light, and die to fulfill your dream? Living is sweet habits, sir.

Whether it be in a palace or the gutter, and who knows what the moral holds, but death is, it's so final. Let me go, let me free! Free to run howling with the tail between your legs.

Your Majesty. What is it? There's a page, Your Majesty, come from Lady Catherine the Po'cell. The Lady begs audience with a new grand marshal. The new grand marshall is no more. Take the squirpering thing that posted so, strip him of his silks and flip him back to his caner.

Wait. Lady Catherine begs the audience of me. Of a man. Nor a curd who dare call himself a king. Go. No. Wait. Wait. Please. Listen to me. I, uh, may I still choose for the last time?

You said that I might rule for a day, if after and after, hang. Is that right? Precisely. On your word of honor, Sire? My word is my own. Very well, so be it. King for a day.

And afterwards, the gallows. I was told I might have audience of the new Grand Marshal. I am he. I am Catherine de Vossel. I know. As Grand Marshal, Monsieur, you hold the lives of prisoners in your hand.

I have come to beg a favor of you. Yes. You hold in prison now. A certain Francois Villon. Oh, yes, I do. I ask that this man's life be spared. What is his crime? He risked his life to kill a traitor who deserved to die.

Oh, is this the also fired by patriotism? Why, no. He did this because a woman asked it. He thought he loved her. He, huh? You say? He wrote her verses. Oh, I'll rabbit poit, I see.

But why do you plead for his life? Because I am that woman. You risked his grace and great punishment telling me this. He risked his life. You don't buy some strange chance. Think that you love him, do you?

I... These are the streets. A common thief and nobody. I've blundered. Still, he does not deserve to die. Does anyone? Your wish is granted. Vio is free. Free? Well, it's free, er... As I am.

I am deeply grateful for your commitment. Wait, please. Don't go at once. I too would ask a favor. And not as a bargain. But if you choose to grab it freely, as a gift, quite realize why this fellow risked his life for you, how from his kennel he looked up at you and thrilled, even as a muddy

pool might thrill at the moon in heaven. And sir, you startled. I seem to remember you. Remember? Yes. I seem to have known you always. Really, sir? I think your poet, what is his name?

Francois V. Orr must have felt as I do now. How do you know that? How do I know? How do I know I live? I'm somewhat of a poet too, Lady Catherine. And I love a lady as Vyont thinks he loves you.

I saw her first on a way to Mass. She saw me in a more than a cobblestone she stepped on. She seemed to be listening to words her heart was speaking. Sondays you will see me and find me.

All day, of a breeze that shall be Of a dream that is folly And for me, when the wish of us free Of my care little to be flattered

There is no time to talk of love I had a hope that a man had come to court A man who will rid Brontse burgundy A treacherous enemy is at our gate And no one has dared to strike And if that man has come, my love is also front and to the man who saved her.

With you close by. What miracles might another change? Lady Catherine. Lady Catherine. Your Majesty. I agree with you, this tender interval. It is not I who intrude, but it is of state. What business, Sire?

The Herald of the Virgin. They have come for answer under the flag of Bruce. He awaits our pleasure in the family. Tristan. I know the way myself, remember? Well, well, Francois, that's how I taste sweet, that is not.

You meet the lady now on an equal footing. Thank you, imagine, sir. I please, but myself. And Francois, if the Count of Montcorbier should win the heart, the lady Catherine, the view shall escape the gallows.

The o'er shall escape the gallows. And the cubs will marry his lady. You mean that, sir, on your way to honor? My word is my honor. His lady, Catherine, if she offers me her love, I may go free.

That is the bargain. I'll go now to the chamber. At once, sir. On Majesty, this is madness. Hold your tongue, this time. You offer him his life? Only if he should win the lady, Catherine.

Why, your Majesty? Why do we suspend, bargain? My measure of revenge. Mr. Scattern has turned me too long. It'll be support when the lady signs she has the same. My love to smile upon a beggar.

I overheard her then meeting Tristan. She spurs him onto great deeds against her someday. He'll fight for her as he would never have fought her. Come, the herald awaits us in the palace. I am anxious to hear of you all after.

The name of the Duke of Burgundy, greetings to lawyer, prince, greetings and be brief. Will it be peace or war? The Lord Blend Mashle will after that. I, you, Grand Mashle, well, is it peace or our turn?

At one moment please. Just one moment please. Her lord Tristan, the court is dull in one's excitement. You are good at planning faith. We give a ball tonight, a masquerade. a time like this. The Master reigns.

King Louis, what is this folly? He is king for today. He speaks of them. Thank you, Your Majesty. Now, then, Harold, look up Burgundy's summon Jew to surrender. If you refuse, it means disaster or you disaster.

Disaster is spilling up blood, manifold death, and go to pay. Great words, Harold of Burgundy. In God's name and the kings, go back to your Master and say, We are well-fed, we are well-armed, we lice, snug and warm, behind our Paris walls.

We laugh at your traitorous master. This is our answer, this son-and-drawn sword! God and take the need for the king of pence! God and his frustration identification, this is the Columbia Broadcasting System. You are invited to attend the ball in the palace, which the Lux Radio Theatre will present shortly as the third episode of the Vagabond King,

starring John Bold with Evelyn Venable. But before starting out for this brilliant court function, let's take a dancing lesson. On the stage of our theatre tonight is Geneva Sawyer, a dance director at 20th Century Fox.

A few months ago, Miss Sawyer was only a member of the chorus. But opportunity tapped at her door. Opportunity in this case was Bill Robinson, a great Negro tap dancer, who chose her for his assistant in teaching new steps to his most famous pupil, Shirley Temple.

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Geneva Sawyer. A dance director's hardest job is not teaching new steps but discovering them. And I think we've succeeded in discovering an entirely new dance for the big new musical show at 20th Century Fox, Tickskin Parade.

We've named it the Balboa. And Balboa discovered a new ocean. I suppose you've discovered a new motion. That describes it, and I believe you'll see a dance everywhere this fall. It will be performed for the first time in the picture and by such stars is Jack Haley, Betty Gravel, Patsy Kelly, Dixie Dunbar, and that great singing quartet, the Yacht Club Boys.

The Yacht Club Boys, they must have found their high sea legs. Their dancing is still subject to dot, Mr. DeMille. They may be called the Yacht Club Boys, but their feet are more like tugboats. But in a couple of weeks they'll bow bow with the best of them. When dancing is regarded as a pleasure and relaxation, it's really

very easy to master. The only part of our dancing that's hard work is caring for the costumes. We often change costumes five or six times a day, yet they must always be fresh and new looking for the camera. This means constant freshening. But at 20th century park we've learned to depend entirely on lux flakes for everything washable. Lux not

only protects the colors, it prolongs newness and makes our costumes look lovely. To those young men and women who hope to get dancing jobs in movies, my advice is first to get as good an education as you can.

Secondly, don't let any physical impediment keep you from dancing. Just remember that the men who established ballet dancing, the best dance, slowly, lost both feet as a boy. Jack Donnehill, a former rivator, broke both kneecaps that became dance director at Park.

And Bobby Arst, one of the clever dancers on the stage today, learned to dance after an attack of infantile paralysis. If you want to dance, you will. Good night. Goodnight, Dapper. And now we continue with the Vagabond King, starring John Bose as Francois Vior and Evelyn Benable as Lady Catherine.

Francois Vior's one day of glory has come to an end. Night has fallen. The ball is in progress, and the palisants surrounding gardens are bright with festivity. In a dark corner of the garden, Vior's standing half hidden.

And out of the shadows, Tabbery, his friend from the furcone tavern, suddenly appears. Brumswah! Tabbery, what news? Are men ready for the Tacon Burgundy? The archers and the army and one of those mercenaries? I mean our men, our people Tabbery, who strike at Burgundy with hatred of caters in their hearts, with love of Paris and their soul.

Every pothouse swarms at end and I'd their wait their orders in the new grand marshal, who lifted the tax off their wine, opened the prison doors and gave them food. Oh, it's a new Paris Thumbs War, alive, fighting Paris.

And all for how little. Not one twentieth part of what is theirs by right. You're doing well, Taburi. Go. Keep amongst them every minute till we write a tent. If we meet again, well met, friend Taburi.

If not, well, we've had our day. The Lord, Grand Marshal. Why, you leave the ballet, little Catherine? To see what great new wonders you have worked in the hour you've been gone. For you truly believe I've worked wonders.

I do. You've made the King popular? The Parisian's loyal? The army faithful? And I think now I've guessed the reason for this date. That burgundy might take me a guinea poo. The King's court and orgy, and tonight the hour to cut you some prepared.

But our swords are tempered in the wine. At ten we strike them. I would I were a man that I might go with you. You would go with me. Why do you say that? I'll tell you, tomorrow, tonight, you ask a maiden to be too unmade and laid.

But this night is all we have. Nearly, outlandishly, with a love so hopeless that it's done for me. Or I can find no reason why you should love me. Do you hear? Not one word.

True loving is without rhyme or reason. Now then, would you sing? What I sing. When we met this morning you sang, it was oddly stirring. Paris lustful blood, I'd die of love and you'd have me sing.

Well, but it so happens that last night as I tossed up on some straw, I thought of a rose. I once begged of a lady and I made a song about it. But I'd not sing it all unless you come closer.

Oh, so much, so. Until we meet as well. I'll bring along a smile.

I'll smile or a song for him. Yes, yes, what is it? A message from a lord and one of the guests. Yes, to see you at the north end of the garden at once.

At once? Very unfortunate. Did he give his aim? No, but I'll tell him to wait. I'll be there. Catherine. Until later. You will stay here? I promise not to move. I will not be long.

Baron Monsieur? Not because I saw. You can't. What are you doing here? I saw a head to come. Indeed, this guy. The only way I could get in. How did you know that I was here?

You would have leaked out that you're on with a new grand wash off. Oh, tap her again. He talks to us. That's why you must leave her at once. He bought Dawson this morning to kill you.

Yes, the only one must fed the headies last night. Him and heir here was enough men to overpower your god. They're in the sky. Teebold Dawson, you eat. This time I'll have to finish him for good.

Oh, that's why you can't. You won't even know him. But I can't leave now. That your life is in danger. I can't leave now. Something holding you here? Found your lady. Yes. And does she love you, Francois?

I love her. You love her? I'm sorry. Would you never really care for me, did you, Sansa? I'm sorry, you get. No, don't be sorry. Be happy. I want you to be. I think of you often.

And I'll think of you. I'll remember how day we were together, and the times we had. What songs are you singing? I was singing the Gosh. The Gosh. What's that? Hippo. There's someone hiding in the shadows.

Just evil, quick, Frank, what were your life? Well, that's what they all stand where you are. Ah, mous sous t'ybou, I bet you're welcome. But you're so Godspeed when I plunge this dagger in your throat.

No! Who have you reckoned on the king's arches, good t'ybou? They're just outside the wall. Cry out but once and you do. So be it! Archers! That's what I'm going to do! You can't stand back.

Step down. Clean this is your last ten for me. I'd rather say stand where you are. Again, evil. This time may be on. Running through the good. He'll turn upon the ground, people have killed her.

Oh, she is! And now he pays the price. You saw to the hoot that the other gosh... You're the only... Why did you rush between us? I don't know how to find... My life is...

Such a little thing. Oh, forgive me. As should or not she has, and the hour strikes is him.

The hour of a battle, sir. For a moment I... May she be taken with all gentleness to the palace. Yes, sir. And you, sir, for your deeds against the traitor, Tito, ask us any grace.

Sire accept your life. That depends upon your lady. Well? Before I tell you, sir, order Tristan to erect a gallows tree facing your church on the Plastiguyev. Lest I appear to boast for. Your gallows tree, yet you hope to win.

Hope dies hard, sir. But Lady Catherine is royal proud. She may not relish the deception. pardon the cheat is lie you mean to tell her everything she shall know me before she makes a choice if she refuses the assured you'll swing and gladly for what is life if it be a lie gentlemen

ah my dear lady cathelin whatever keeps you here this long oh some cycling method of the life and death it struck ten your excellency i know i'm right and i now must take my lead lady cuddlin but first i have to tell you first i too have this to say to use I'm not a monster. Outraged a caramoy at May, wear this token with my prayer.

My lady. And with it, I give you my hand and my heart. Oh wait, say no more until you know me. No you? Look at me. Look closely. Do you see nothing to remind you?

Yeah. A banner of manhood, of shining hours among bright roses. No, no, last night a gloomy taverner of a thief who wrote you a long love song. What have you simply this I Am that you I am friends for you. Oh It's not true. It can't be true. Sorry. I told my royal friend you have been told you jailed

a full fledged scavenger You've been to royal revenge upon me, sir And you sir, why did you do this? I love you love You shame the word. Do you love but a cunning trick, opposed to mock me with?

Well, I know you now. Go back to your dregs, your filthy tavern and boast. You may well gloat, sir. I'm spared beyond forgetting. Lady Catherine, she's gone. Do you think she will hang, Master Vion?

As a thief, she first met me serfants. As a thief, I go to fight for her tonight. Sire, the archers will defend the lore gate. The lower gate, but who fight at the crossroads? I, I and the beggars of the slums. The thieves out of the prisons.

We fight the crossroads. Do you hear that song, Sire? My song. The song you hoped burgundy might hear. The Sire, the rebel of parish armed with anxious knives. Don't play. The boys of Paris. Don't get spied.

Where are Sire? They feel the gardens. Friends, take a glance. You have not failed me! No more Calvier, but first of all, be on each other! Yay! My fellow mothers are for you! The women have loved you, the children that renew you!

Who carefully your negative? No further news of the battle, Christa.

None, Sire. Where did they come from? On the Sire. They are building a jibber to hang Francois Biong, when and if he returns. Your Majesty? Ah, fair, Catherine. You arise early. I've been to math to ease your heart.

My heart is on the battlefield, Sire. With trust, yes, yes, I know, and bless you for it. But trust is a broad target for a little heart. It's time you narrow it down to, to say a Frenchman.

I have. Have you know, just since last night, I've realized so many things since the entire. So much happened so quickly last night, the unreasoning pride confused the truth. The truth. I hear it will start on you.

And that's pointless now. As I doubt I shall ever see him again. Oh, Vion, no, no, probably you won't. And that would be kinder to all concerned. And then to see him dangling on that gallows.

That gallows is for front of Vion, if he survives the night. Sire, do you say this to torture me? Ooh, does it talk to me? Is this the reward for bravery? The courage? The reward he gambled for.

A your hand in marriage or the gala? My hand in marriage. That could never have been my rank for business. I counted on that, Nilly. No matter what. Well, Captain Sire, your grandmosh all returns in triumph, your archers and his fighting rabble at his hues.

Victory! I summon the Queen at all the court. A madman has saved my throne. At the maid of all the aunts, gave you for my sire. He come and see how they pour into the square out dream.

They've gone wild! He's cut off! You can return! We call they flung over the dungeon, haven't it? In the king's name, I've pulled and poured into every man and woman of poison. One in a child who wishes to drink the king's help.

If they're generous, do you? For the answer, they speak the end. As you wish, Sire, hear you, all my last duty. Judy, some among you know me as Carlton or Carbyet, some as Francois Piot.

I fought and lost the heaven, and it is now my task as your grandmoucheau to declare the life of Francois Piot worth it. And to pronounce upon him this sentence, there will be straightway hanged on your jibbe.

Violin, just listen to your keys. He led France to victory, your my good people. You heard Master Vio and the lady here. If there be one among you ready to take this hero's face on Yonder Gallows, let him speak and come forward.

What? No one? No man shall die for me. We're wasting time. Take me to the gallows. Wait! I claim your money. You choose to die in this man's face. I offer the hand that bears his life.

That's funny. Madness. No. I loved you quite well. Last night you loathed him. I was blinded. You mean this? I do, Prasavio. You're rank for video. I renounced my rank before you all. I'm Catherine de Vossel, Grand Sena Shull of Gasconia.

In my domain I hold the power of life and death, which I now renounce with all my rank, that I may claim to marry this gentle man. A star has fallen to me out of heaven.

A star. My dream. My dream to stand. I am the stars have spoken to keep your lands and pikled, Catherine, and God speed you with this freak to a priest. Sire. Do you love me, Franssevio?

With all my being, I worship you. I prayed for a man with the soul of a king. My prayer has been answered. Luea, Fransse, we ask your blessing. You have it, but there's no more playing king for you, little man.

never sign it would be a great nuisance with a star to cherish. Plays like journeys end in lovers meeting with John Bowles and Evelyn Vannabel return in a moment. The manual here next is one of the most successful scenario writers in Hollywood. Winner of the Motion Picture Academy Award for that classic of the bus lines it happened one night. His many hits include the whole

town's talking, Broadway Bill, and the current box office win for Mr. Deeds Goes to Town. A former playwright and producer, he has written every picture directed by Frank Capra during the last five years. And in a few weeks you'll see his adaptation of James Hogan's best-selling novel, Lost Horizon, starring Ronald Coleman.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Robert Riskin. Thank you. I'm a little nervous. What do I do now? Just talking to that microphone. It won't talk back at me, will it? No, no, that's the duty of microphones.

You can whisper in its ear or bark your head off, it holds its tongue. Haven't you ever spoken on a radio before? Yes, just once, about ten years ago. I spoke in the interest of a player mind.

Nobody ever came to see it after that. If the luck sales fall off next week, you know the reason why. Luck sales never fall off. I'll have you a note. Yes, I know, it's the finest product in the market.

What do I say now? Talk about yourself. Why? The reason you're here. I thought I was selling luck. Here you are. you are, but you've been a very successful writer in Hollywood and we'd like to know the secret.

Say, look, I know a good knock knock. Oh, come, not you. Mm-hmm, knock knock. All right. Who's there? Demille. Demille, who? Demille's of the gods grind slow. But they do grind, exceeding small. I know another one.

Never mind, never mind. We're trying to find out the secret of your success. I saw Mr. Deeds go to town. It goes to town. It's a grand picture. How'd you ever think of the word pixelated?

I thought of the people who pay my salary every week. Knock, knock. Who's there? I see you're catching the spirit of the thing. I'm very quick. Well, who's there? Lux. Lux, who? Lux, like this interview ought to come to an end, don't you think?

Not until you answer the question. What's the formula for success in Hollywood for a writer? Oh, that's a cinch. Now, you're going to be serious, aren't you? Oh, yes. All right. How can a writer succeed by finding himself a magnificent director like Frank Capra?

I agree. Oh, one like you. Thanks for including me. I know idiot. Indeed you're not. You worked with Frank Capra a long time. Nearly five years. Any trouble? Trouble. It's the longest vacation I ever had in my life with pay.

I've meant you to say working on The Lost Horizon was no vacation. I'm sorry you mentioned that. You're forcing me to be serious. It's the one job I'm really excited about. Did you read the James Hooten book?

Yes. Beautiful wasn't it? Truly great. Did you write this story for Grace Moore's next picture? You can ask more questions. And you give so little information. Did you write it or didn't you? Yes, I did.

I think the audience would be interested in hearing what technique you follow in writing a picture. Knock, knock. What is your method of approach? Knock, knock. Would you rather adapt the story or write an original?

Knock, knock. All right, who's there? Ivan. Ivan who? Ivan to go home. Good night. Good night. And now, Evelyn Venable and John Bose. It seemed odd not to be at home tonight listening to the Lux Radio Theater.

By now, House John, Mr. DeMille has 48 regular fans. Really? Well, that's more than I had when I played baseball at school. Yes. As myself, my husband, and our baby. Then there's Tessie, the English Bull Terrier, Jim the Turtle, three Tomcat, and 40 Goldfish.

The animals came in two by two, the elephant and the kangaroo. What are you waiting for, Evelyn, another flood? Not quite. What I'm waiting for is to learn how John likes to be directed by a woman.

His next picture, Craig's wife, is being filmed by the only woman director in Hollywood. Yes, Dorothy Ozna. Very good director too. Well, take for yourself, John. Well, I've been bossed by women all my life.

Well, seriously, it's really a pleasure working with Miss Ozna. Uh, Ross and Russell, though, plays the part of my wife, and Ross and has to boss me, nag me and know well almost to death.

Sometimes I wish I'd been a ball player after all. I think you've done better in pictures. I saw you play last summer when the leading men played the comedians. John pitched for the leading men. After the game, the comedians voted him their most valuable player.

Well, you say Mr. DeMille. I was just a little off-form that day. Why, I might have even been a member of the Cleveland Indians today. I've beaten you there, John. As Mr. DeMille said, I'm already a member of the Indian, the Iroquois.

And he said your name in English is Lothing Eyes. What is it, an Indian? Oh, that's something I don't know, John. Lothing Eyes. Most probably a great deal like Minnie Ha Ha. Mr. Emile, my thanks to you for so many delightful Monday night, both past and future. Good night, Evan. And by the way, CB, when you're picking

actors for your picture, the planesman, don't take any wooden end-ends. Good night. Good night, Tetra. Mr. Bowles and Miss Venable. Ladies and gentlemen, this is your announcer Elvyl Ruhick, supporting our stars tonight, where Walter Kingsford, Windham Standing, Brett Morrison, Lou Merrill, Cecil Elliot, Margaret McKay, Ross Forrester, Russ Dudley, and Frank Nelson.

Mr. Bowles and Mr. Riskin appeared through courtesy of Columbia Studios, Mr. DeMille Paramount and Miss Venable, Miss Sawyer, and Mr. Silver's 20th Century Fox. Mr. Silver has prepared the musical score for their new hit, Sing Baby Sing.

And Miss Sawyer is a featured dancer in this picture with stars Alice Faye and Adolph Machu. Miss Venable will be seen shortly in Star for a Night. Mr. DeMille tells us now of next week's program.

Next Monday night we all have an appointment with a dentist. But it's one dental appointment we can look forward to with pleasure. Because in this case, the gentleman with the drill will be Jack O'Kee.

Performing for us in the Lux Radio Theater as the small town toothache expert in the stage and screen a picture success one Sunday afternoon, co-starring with Jack will be Miss Helen Twelve Trees. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Lakes, join me in inviting you to be our guest next Monday night when the Lux Radio Theater presents one Sunday afternoon starring Jack O'Kee and Helen

Twelve Trees. This is Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.