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Time for Wrigley's Spearman. The March of Time. The makers of Wrigley's Spearman gum have no more control over the March of Time than they have over the editorial policies of the newspapers or magazines in which they advertise.

Right up, after the minute this program goes on the air, the news of the day is clashing into the studios in New York where this program originates. Rigley's are content to sit back, as you are doing now, to see what the editors of Time have in store for us all tonight.

They hope you like the program. They know you will like Rigley's peer-mint cum. And now, the March of Time! Till's day, August 18, 1936. Today from Dubrovnik, Yugoslavia, come details of a party given by his Majesty Edward VIII, King of Great Britain, which begins as King Edward and his guests approach the bar.

And I should not need you, Bartenders. I will make the cocktails myself. You, your magic thing. I certainly run so long I can bet it. Yes, sir. Well, now what have we have? Uh, Jim. Jim's always nice, I think.

Uh, and this. What is it? Oh, haven't I? I don't know. Native, you got Slavian cordial. Looks like short-sears. Now, what make? Next, um, champagne, I should think. The native Dalmatian Champagne. Oh, brother! How does it taste?

Uh, neat sugar. Sugar and ice. There. Is that all? Well, certainly not. Lots of things here that might improve it. An olive, what left and filled, little orons, lime, cherries. There, now I think we can consider it completed.

What do you call it? Well, uh, it's much too young to be christened. No, a bit too young. We'll call it the king of the day. Our country has been signalled by the King of England.