Chicken Feed

And now, tonight's presentation of radio's outstanding theater of frills... ...suspences. Tonight, the story of how perhaps the smallest of items can be the cause of unbelievable terror and hardship. In this case, the lack of a little loose change.

So now, with Harry Bartell as Clark, here is tonight's suspense play, Chicken Feed. Alright, it was a silly thing to fight over, I admit it. A nickel, a measly worthless nickel. Chicken Feed. Junior asked for a nickel and I flipped it over to him and Mary said I shouldn't spoil the kid.

It was time he learned the value of money and I said, great Scott, if I couldn't give my own child a nickel without her jumping down my throat. Oh, you know how those things get going. You keep saying things you shouldn't and she lashes out with an answer. Before you know it, you've stormed out of the house and you're taking it out on the car.

50 miles cooled me down a little but not much. I automatically slowed up when I came to the sign. and you're now entering Lansing, California. Go slow and see our town, go fast and see our jail.

Driving through the quiet Sunday street gave me time to think of something besides the biting words Mary and I had slugged at each other. I pulled up at Little Cafe next to the police station.

They had a whitewashed sign on the window. Best cup of coffee in town for five cents. I went in. I present that officer Brady. Two over easy, Sam, heavy on the pride. What's yours, mister?

Coffee, please. Coming up. Here you are. Thanks. Say, Officer Brady, how's your star border? Oh, Philip. They're coming for him in the morning. Think you'll be able to hold him till then? You get out of that bedding, and jail like a paper bag.