The Screaming Woman

In just a moment, Autolight presents, suspense, starring Margaret O'Brien. Over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go. The horse knows a way to carry the sleigh. Why, hap, hap, that's not the way to sing her off a Thanksgiving day.

What are you telling me, Harlow Wilkes? No, no, hap, this is the way it goes today. Over the river and through the woods and never mind the snow, Grandpa is happy with his jalapé, his batteries never low.

Over the river and through the woods blow high, ye winds blow low. The cars as snappy as Grandmai and Pappy with an auto-light stayfall you know. But Harlow, don't you see? Half auto-light stayfall batteries have changed a lot of things today.

Harlow isn't anything sacred anymore. It's Thanksgiving Day. Let's listen to Margot O'Brien on suspense. For spend and its 60,000 dealers and service stations bring you, radios outstanding theatre of thrills.

Starting tonight, Ms. Margaret O'Brien, in Anton Leader's production of The Screaming Woman. A tale well calculated to keep you in. So spend... I'm Margaret Leary, and I've got to tell you how it happened. It was Thanksgiving Day, and it was nice and sunshiny.

Almost like summer except cooler. Mama was cooking the turkey, and I was watching. And Mama said to me, Good heavens, I forgot. Your aunt Cynthia's made some cranberry relish for us. Run over and get at Margaret's or her feelings aren't hurt.

And hurry, this turkey's down to a turn. So I ran to Aunt Cynthia's. And on the way back I took a shortcut through Mr. Kelly's lot. It's a big lot, more like the side of a hill that slides down to Monument Creek.