Strange Wills: Audition and Sales Presention

Strange Wills. Starring the distinguished Hollywood actor Warren William and featuring Carlton Young and Howard Culver with an all-star Hollywood cast. Original music by Del Castillo. Dead Men's Wills are often strange. We cannot attempt to understand them or try to find the answers.

We can but tell a story. This is Marvin Miller bringing you sales highlights of radio's newest and most sensational transcribed show, Strange Wheels. What makes Strange Wheels so outstanding? The answer is simple. These are strange stories of Strange Wheels made under strange circumstances.

They are unusual, different, exciting. Strange Wheels is a show that cannot be typed, suspense, romance, psychological drama, drama, comedy, love, intrigue. Yes, every human emotion, every strange, unusual story, behind man's last written declaration, is brought forth and dramatized by Hollywood's greatest radio cast.

Starring the distinguished Hollywood actor Warren William, Strange Wheels has, in supporting roles, a host of names that have made radio history. Names such as Will Wright, John Brown, Carlton Young, Peggy Weber, Lurene Tuttle, Charlie Lung, Perry Ward and Howard Culver.

Strange Wills is written by Ken Crippine, lawyer and writer who spent over ten years searching through probate files in courts all over the world for material that would guarantee the finest program ever to be heard on the air.

Imagine a program that took ten years to build. Direction is under the very capable and brilliant producer, Robert Webster Light. All of this means only one thing. Strange wills is radio fair that is different, exciting, and unusual in story content.

There is nothing like it on the air. But now let me substantiate these claims. Let's take romance. In the Strange Will story, the Prince of Broadway, Harry MacNeil, actor's agent, falls desperately in love with his young and beautiful protege, Judy Morrison.

But in the code of the theatre, career comes before love. that he can never put Judy in big time where she belongs. He wills her to his competitor and then joins the RAF. But Judy wouldn't stay put. She searched the battlefields of the world for Harry. And then finally one day in a little hospital just outside Munich.

Well, let's listen to the scene. They have only about 60 patients. They are nationals of every country in the war. Are they all blind, Doctor? most of them, but we have about 20 who are psychopathic cases.

We are especially happy that you have come Miss Morrison. You see, we have learned that musical therapy is very beneficial as a means of recovery. In many instances, our medical knowledge is of little value.

Well, if you are ready... You come to Jan, won't you? Of course, if I can be well, I can this way please. Oh, piano survived. Oh, but I'm afraid it's badly out of tune. Here we are. Many of them are seriously wounded, as well as blind.

Oh, John, how horrible. Frosty-moman will accompany you. You have your music? Oh, yes, Dr. Hertieth. I'll walk around the room as I sing. You see, Dr. I'm looking for a certain soldier. In fact, I've been looking now for almost four years.

He's listed as missing in action. What is his name? Macneil. Major Harry Macneil of the Royal Air Force. My name's Si Miss Morrison, but I reckon do not... Yes, I know I've heard that from London to Berlin. But I'm still looking.

My dream belongs when my dream's no more. Judy sang her heart out to those boys just as she done month after month, year after year.

She visited every bed, looking, hoping, praying. Many of the patients were swarled in bandages from head to foot. How she ever hoped to identify Harry was beyond understanding. But as she stood there, literally singing with eyes full of tears, she was a picture I'll never forget.

The late afternoon sun came streaming into the room and formed an aura of light over her head. She looked like and was an angel of mercy. like it? But who doesn't like love and romance? Now let's switch over to psychological drama.

It's the strange-will story of Mad Concerto, the story of a girl who inherited $10 million from a wealthy admirer, if a big if too, if she would live alone the rest of her life and never marry.

Warren William, as John Francis O'Connell probate lawyer, This is the home of his client for the first time. It is then that he sees Nadia of winter. Let's go into the house with him. Come in, please Mr. O'Connor.

Mr. Walker is waiting for you. He's in his study on the second floor. Thank you very much. As I entered the door, I stopped. It was like a beautiful dream come true. I mean her, of course.

She was sitting at a concert grand piano completely engrossed in her music. She was exquisite, something out of her picture book. She had a wild, barbarous look, and her blonde hair seemed to keep tempo with the strange, savage music she was playing.

As I passed her, she glanced up for just a quickie moment, and I saw she had brown eyes. Eyes that seemed to probe deeply into my soul. She held me with a long and tense look, and then I lowered my eyes and followed the servant up the stairs.

Who was this strange creature, this most beautiful, most sensuous of women? Even the scent of her exotic perfume reached out like tentacles of doom and encircled me. Unfortunately, I was to learn later. Wonder what happened?

Well, how about asking your tell-a-ways representative to play the whole show? He'll do so gladly. Did you ever hear the story about the man who carved his last will on the back of a woman?

He was a pirate, she a lady. After a terrific sea battle in which both ships were sunk, the pirate and the lady ended up on a desolate island. He wanted his estate in England to go to his little island in the Bahamas called Freeland, and the lady was willing.

We won't tell you what happened on that lonely island. But in any event, John Francis O'Connell I, British barrister and King's agent, accompanied the lady back to England in order to help her claim the pirate's inheritance.

Suppose we listen to this thrilling and unforgettable scene from The Lady and the Pirate. My ultimate decision was clearly defined when I accompanied Lady Ruth Carroll back to London in order to help her in proving the last will and testament of Black Richard.

We were summoned before the house of peers. I presented her case. The Lord, because of the mitigating circumstances which will be known to you, the last will and testament of the deceased can never be actually filed.

But I have brought the sole beneficiary before this august body in order that each of you can personally examine the document. Lady Ruth Carroll, I ask you now to disrobe before the house of pure.

Oh, believe me, my Lord, I do not show disrespect to either Lady Ruth Carroll or to you. assured that only her back will be exposed. Are you ready, my lady? Yes, Mr. O'Connell. Will you please walk up to the Lord's, my lady, and let them examine your back? And with your permission, my lords, I shall read the words tattooed across her back. All to Barrow signed

Sir George Pemberton 1724. Many of you remember Sir George Pemberton. He sailed for the colonies ten years ago, little was heard of him since, save only that he purchased an island in the Bahamas. But by fatal providence as you will, Sir George Pumberton lived long enough to carve his last will and testament on the back of his own sister.

Strange Wills Made by Strange People Yes, what entertainment, what a show! All the The world loves a lover, and that's exactly why you will find the strange will story, Seven Flights to Glory, one of the most beautiful, most poignant ever to be told on the air.

Lucy Witherspoon, old, dominant, and willful, gave her son an only heir at law, the choice of inheriting the industrial empire she had created, or the sum of five thousand dollars in a ticket to Paris.

Bob, her son, wanted to be an artist more than anything in life. even than the millions of dollars his mother offered. And so he took the ticket to Paris. And in so choosing he lost the love of his fiancé. Well what happened? Leave it to John Francis O'Connell. He played a fast game to mend two broken hearts. Here is the final heartwarming

scene in Seven Flights to Glory. This is the last time I'm going to walk up Seven Flights. Well, long time to come. Seven flights to glory. A little bit tarnished just now, but I still love it.

As soon as you've found a new model, you'll start over? Yes, but no more entanglements. Now on its art, pure, unadulterated art. The next time I hear a girl say money, I'll... Well, bring... Here we are.

Permit me to... Open the door. Yeah. Uh... John. John, where did you... Where did you find that model? What a figure, golden hair, wonderful proportions. Hey, you, turn around. I want to see the face that comes with that perfect back.

Catherine. Kay. Okay. Bob. Bob, darling. What on earth are you doing here? How on the... I moved to Paris, Bob. I took a job at the model. Mr. O'Connell offered it to me. You? You want a model?

I can't. It's true, Bob. It's true. I want to be your model. I'm going to live right here in the lightning quarter of your lightning. I was so wrong, so wrong. Don't cry darling, I was wrong too.

But come on, take off that robe and put on your dress and we'll find a place for you to live. I found one already. You have a place to live? I don't believe it. Where is it?

It's here, Bob. Right here in the studio. Here, here with all this paint and smells and canvases lying around. See, I thought we'd both live here very nicely. Both live here, but both of us?

Both of us? We were stalling both of us. This morning I stopped off and got us a marriage license. I thought maybe we'd still have time. Time. Time to start our glorious adventure. Oh yes, darling, we have a lifetime.

Let's stay on. You like horror. You like stories about the moors of Scotland, deadly moors covered with fog, and the eerie sounds of strange moors creatures. Add to that a murder. All of these ingredients put together spell thirty minutes of exciting never to be forgotten radio fare.

This unusual strange-willed story, called Midnight on the Moor, is replete with dynamic intensity that will keep you on edge until the murderer is brought to bay. Let's listen to a short scene from Midnight on the Moore, see how easily you can be transplanted from wherever you are, to the fog swept moors of Scotland, and a funeral.

Dear brethren, we are all gathered here this night at the castle, McLanahan in the last tribute to the late departed Sir Walter McLanahan. In Mr. O'Connell's absence I will take upon myself as Minister of the Gospel, the duty of reading the will.

to the wishes of the late deceased Sir Walter MacLanahan. The coffin is to be opened and his heirs at law respectfully take seats around the coffin. Will you please wheel in the remains? Eh, right here in this room. That's fine, lad, thank you. And now then will you please remove the cover. City right over near the fire, please. Will the five of you please

draw your chairs up to the foot of the coffin? Oh, how captain. Must we sit here and look into his dead face. It was his wish, Mr. Son. He was a peculiar one. My brother Walter was.

Ever since that night when Moffat disappeared into the farm. Uncle Andrew, must have been... I'm sorry, Massey. I cannot help but think of that night. It made him a madman. He always said that he would find the murderer of his son before he was a good tourist.

This is his last chance. His last chance. Who said adventure? Well, Strange Wheels has more than its quota. Let's examine the Strange Wheels story. Emeralds come high. Mix a grizzled old prospector and an emerald mine in the green hell of Colombia.

Add the curvaceous and beautiful Patsy Bubbles Moran, Queen of Berlesque. Add to that a handsome young mining engineer. Sprinkle lightly with headhunters who capture Patsy and make her their queen, drop into this concoction the rhythmic beat of jungle drums of a burlesque dance deep in the heart of the Colombian jungle. Shake well. And well, let's really give

it a shake and see what comes out. That's him or Anne who disappeared as completely as though the jungle have swallowed her up. We searched everywhere, but not a single clue could we find. Steve, Peter and I were forced to the conclusion that she'd been captured by the headhunters.

As soon as the storm abated, we decided to increase the perimeter of our search. By twos, we spread out in an ever-widening circle. A little later. Postman, postman, come! That's twirloom. That's twirloom. You must have found something that's hurry.

Coming to low. See, postman? One tree, twirloom, find hair, bread hair. That belongs to Patsy, all right? Now let's look around and try to find some more. We can trail right to their village if we're lucky.

Here's another one over here. Look, though Patsy is deliberately letting her hair get caught in the underbrush. She's showing us the way. Throm's speed's closer. We're getting closer there in camp. I'll be careful where you step.

We can't let them hear us. Look, only here between these bushes. That's the village, all right? What's going on? I can't see. Looks like they're having their ceremonial dance. All of the Hibaro tribe are sitting in a semicircle.

Someone must be dancing, see how they keep swaying to the drop of the drums? That's their dance of victory, I hope that doesn't mean... I don't think we're too late. They all dance around a new head.

Now only one is dancing. I'll go up closer. Wait here. And crawl over here, we can see everything! One at a time, we go first, John. Take a look, John. There's a sight to remember.

Shades of Minsky. It's Patsy. And she's dancing! What a dance, Broadway never saw anything like that. We've got to let it over here. Wait. With all these birds raising Petlomer Anders, I think I can do it.

What are you gonna do? I'll give her the wolf whistle. She'll recognize that. She didn't hear you do it again. She heard it. Hey, she's giving us a message. Hey, chew, hurt you. The rest of that one too.

Strange wheels. Alright, let's admit it. Have you heard anything on the air as versatile as strikingly different? But listen, we're coming up with thrills and chills. In this next Strange Wheel chapter entitled Margin for Love, Tim Ryan is scheduled to die in the electric chair for a murder of which he is innocent.

John Francis O'Connell, admirably played by Warren William, learns of his innocence just thirty minutes before the switch is to be thrown at the state prison. He is attempting to reach the governor to tell him of the news.

It is 30 minutes to midnight and a storm is raging over the state. Let's listen to this most thrilling scene from Margin for Love. This is why I haven't even reached the operator. Operator, operator.

Number please. Operator, listen to me. This is John Francis of Connell attorney at law. Put in a long distance call to the governor's residence for me. A man is scheduled to die in 17 minutes.

One moment please, I'll connect you to Long distance. Oh, all right. Long distance. Long distance. This is John O'Connell attorney at law. I want to place a call, an emergency call to the governor's residence.

A man's life... I'm sorry sir, but there'll be a slight delay. All of the circuits are busy. Oh, hang the circuits. I tell you a man's life is in danger. A man is to die at midnight. I tell you...

One moment please. I'll connect you with my supervisor. Oh, hang the supervisor. I want the governor's mansion. This is a supervisor speaking. Supervisor, listen. In just nine minutes, a man is scheduled to die in the electric chair.

I have evidence to save him. I'm sorry sir, I can't make out what you were saying. Supervisor, supervisor, don't leave the line. I want the governor. The governor, do you understand me? Get me the governor.

One moment please, I'll try and connect you. I'm trying to fight me. Only five minutes to midnight, only five minutes. But now I'll have him in a moment. Well, for those who want to know what happened, contact your tellaways representative or write direct to tellaways radio productions of Hollywood.

It's a smash-ending unsurpassed in modern radio drama and loaded from start to finish with suspense. Uh, did I hear a quiet, well-modulated voice say, give me music? Well good, I wholeheartedly agree. Let's take out the strange wheel show called Emily.

We will hear the music of the masters. Emily is the story of a violin, a violin made by that great craftsman Antonio Stadivari, way back in 1732. Emily is the life story of that violin, the only violin that the great master named after a girl. The girl he deeply loved and never married because she became a nun. What happened

to Emily down through the centuries is a classic of modern storytelling. How she grew in tone and stature. How she laughed with the gypsies and cried under a dictator makes one of the most beautiful stories of all times. Let's listen for a few minutes to a scene of this This great radio show, Emily has been stolen by the gypsies.

These were glorious days for Emily, and from the enchanted woodlands of Italy she traveled north through the Balkans, up through the forests of Russia, ever singing, ever living, ever growing. At night under the moon, the gypsies would gather around their campfires and sing their ancient songs of Romany.

Emily pulsed with warmth and feeling. She must have loved the gypsies, and they loved her. For almost thirty years she traveled from the steps of Russia to the sunny provincial towns of Spain. One day the little gypsy bend entered Vienna, as was their custom.

They wandered through the city singing songs, telling fortunes, and of course, playing Emily. As they played their wild gypsy music, a man opened his window in the old house and looked down into the street.

Hey, there are gypsies! Who gives a pogginini competition? Who owns that violin? It belongs to us, my sopoganyini. To us, the gypsies of Romany. I want to look at it. Bring it up for you to sweet 200.

But we are not allowed to enter the public building, my sop. We are gypsies! It is against the law! Heh heh heh heh! When a poganyini says to enter, you end it! With a violin such as you have, you can storm the ready gates of paradise.

Come in, I say. Come in, gypsy girl. Come in. Thank you. Thank you, Maestro Paraini. What were the others? I invited them on. They will wait for me outside. We gypsers are not worthy of the invitation of the great Maestro.

You gypsies. What the symbol children you are. You cry and laugh much as the children do But I envy you I am Esther Paganini envy you with my whole heart Envious gypsies. Oh My thought making fun. Oh, no, no, I speak what is it in my heart?

I envy your japuses because you are alone in other wonderment of nature. You alone witness the miracles of God. You alone ever they feel over life. Oh, give me the violin please. I would look at it.

Oh, yes, yes. Here it is, my son. Oh, let us walk over here to the window. Little light isn't much a bear. The work of the ship is perfect. Oh wait. Little, let me look inside.

I see the signature. I knew when I heard that tone, it was not a mistake. Antonio Stravarius. 17, 32. Emily. Emily. So this is the violin that the whole world has been searching for. This is Emily.

It's the greatest of all creations. Emily. Emily, I do not understand. This is the one violinist, not a violinist named Nathric Gher. They say she was his boy of the sweetheart before she came and known.

He never forgot. And his name is a violin Nathric. And to think it belongs to us, the gypsy, abacmais, the pada nimi. Emily had been happy with us. She sings just as we do in cries, and she dances, our gypsy dances, just as though she was born one hour.

May I play? Oh, mais, so that would make all of us happy. Emily played by the great paga nimi. But she's a divine. I cannot believe it without her. I offer one thousand lira. A thousand Neera? Oh, no Maestro.

Two thousand, three? No Maestro, but the only... Oh, how much? The name of the prize. How much to make Emily mine? I must have. You shall not deliver this a room until we strike it by.

Gypsies are strange people, Maestro. My father instructed me to tell you that if you love the violin, then it is to be yours. For what the prize, Je Bussico? The prize is this. that you shall play one of our beloved songs of Romani for us now.

Look, look at the window. You see, they stand on the street below, waiting for you to play. Yes. There is there, then, all over the end, looking to play. You sing now, jeep, jeep, jeep, jeep.

But I meant that when I said, jeep, jeep, jeep, jeep, jeep, jeep, jeep, jeep. God is the most beloved, jeep. If I cry, there's no tension, I'm silly, sentimental fool. You, Jeff, is it below?

You shall have your song of harmony, and more. You shall have the eternal love of the great Paganini. I owe you this before the blessed Mar. In our hearts, we shall have the love of the Lord.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, what do you think of strange wills America's top dramatic radio show. There isn't any type of client in cities large or small who wouldn't benefit from buying this exceptionally beautiful show. And as for listening audience, I promise you once a listener always a listener. For further information about strange wills,

write or wire direct to tellaways radio productions incorporated, 8949 Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood 46, California, or telephone Crestview 67238. Strange wills may still be available for your market. I can only add that to assure yourself of strange wills, wire or right today. This is Marvin Miller saying, what is more strange, more fascinating, more exciting than the true

stories of Strange Wills made by Strange People. Strange Wills. Starring the distinguished Hollywood actor Warren William and featuring Carlton Young and Howard Culver with an all-star Hollywood cast. Original music by Del Castillo. Men's wills are often strange. We cannot attempt to understand them or try to find the answers.

We can but tell a story. This is a tell-a-ways feature. Reduce in Hollywood.