The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere

distinguished names in radio, appearing each week in their own theater, starring in a repertory of France-Ride stories of their own and you're choosing, radio's foremost players in radio's foremost plays. Ladies and gentlemen, Alia Lewis.

Good evening. May I present my wife, Kathy? Good evening. This is a wonderful time of the year. It's the time for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. All of which is our due because we're an independent nation.

But that independence was hard won, and at this time of the year, we think it a good idea to remember how it all happened. And so we asked Richard Chandley to retell a part of it for us, and that's what we plan for tonight.

Here it is. The midnight ride of Paul Revere. It had been warm that winter. No ice formed on the Charles River, which was strange for Boston. Cannon guarded the land entrance to the city. General Gay Jar, benevolent military governor, had thought the countryside might try to cross the river muskets at the ready if there'd been ice, therefore no freeze and our city remained cut

off. No trouble from the rabble or city hotheads who thought it tyranny to pay a king's tax on tea or anything else without having a say about it. No rabble, no. Pay and be still. We'll put troops in your city, blockage your port and starve you until you pay. Well, a fight against

injustice can be organized if you've got thinkers and doers. It was spring now, a new year, and the sap was stirring. Both regiments and nothing new about them and all that except their actions, doctor. All the troops are stirring and wide, drill so late into the evening, getting the winters kinks from their leg into April. They're up to more than that. Come, we best get down to