Craigs Wife

Good evening, this is Orson Welles. Craig's wife, which is the title of tonight's offering, has been a personal enthusiasm since I first saw it. This story of 24 hours in the life of a husband and wife.

As we've rehearsed it here in the studio, we've been impressed to find that Craig's wife is fresh and vital and true, in the same degree as it was when it first played on Broadway. I got the Pulitzer Prize.

Miss Faye Bainter, who was to have played Mrs. Craig, is unfortunately one of the many victims of our local epidemic of flu. In her stead, we are something more than lucky, a very personable person of an actress distinguished both in motion pictures and in the living theater, whose triumphs have been memorable in both fields

and richly deserved. Miss Anne Harding. Mr. Harold, Mrs. Harold. Well, Maisie, what is it now? Did you see the even in paper? No, what? It's a murder right over nearest you on Willows Avenue. Then, say, I used to work over in Willows Avenue.

Who was this? Fashionable Willows' resident scene of double tragedy. Bodies of Jay Ferris-Pasmore and wife socially prominent in this city found dead in my very from bullet wounds. Then, say, Empty revolver near fireplace, cause of death, shrouded in mystery.

Police working upon identity, a gentleman, visitor, seeing leaving premises, in automobile shortly after midnight. Here's me to creeps at death. Well, creeps and hooks. You better brush up them rose petals from off the living room floor.

And don't leave the evening fable line about either. You're not expecting the lady back already, are you? Can't ever tell about women like Mrs. Craig. If she gets an idea that there's a pin out of place around here, she'll take the first train out of orbit and come right back home.