Edward My Son

Hollywood, the Hollywood Radio Theater. Ladies and gentlemen, Mrs. Don Wilson. Tonight's play, Edward My Son, is a forceful drama that relates the tragic results in the family when the father is determined his only child shall have everything his money can buy.

Metro Bowden may have bought this gripping drama to the screen, and we shall present one of the outstanding stars in the leading role, Walter Pigeon. Oh, yeah! And now I want a pigeon, starring in the demotic story of Edward, my son.

I own the Shelton-Mater Company, a great national newspaper, and two to three-discuit them. We're here to establish some sort of contact with you, because I want your opinion.

I want you to answer your question. Fabulous, of course that none of you knew Edward. Edward was my son, my only son. He was 23 when he was killed. A lovely boy with a charming smile.

I can remember when Edward was a baby. We were playing Mr. and Mrs. Bolt then, living in a little place in Hammersmith. Oh, how wonderful, darling. It's just beautiful. The best baby codes they'll have in the store.

But of course, oh, he'll love it here. And that isn't all. I've been buying lips. Shunt, hey! Oh, I'm not one of those things. Look, look what I've made for you. Oh, it's magnificent. I've never seen such a birthday cake.

I wrote that myself, I'm right. Really? Happy birthday, Edward. Well, that seems to cover it. But the tensions in the happy birthday to Edward would have been better. Oh, no, no. This is perfect. And this is happy birthday to Mother Thun Edward.

Oh, I'm a master. And real imitation pearls, how did you ever manage it? Someday you are going to have real real pearls, big ones. I? You believe in me, don't you? Why, yes, of course. Why do you ask?