Wickford Point

The makers of Campbell's Soup Presents, the Campbell Playhouse. Orson Wells, producers. One of the season's best-sellers, Wixford Point, by last year's Pulitzer Prize winner,

John P. Markwand, is the Campbell Playhouse selection as the best new book for May, a choice which will probably surprise nobody. Wixford Point is the story of that immovable object known as an old family.

And believe me, the Brill's are as entertaining and as plausibly improbable a collection of American ghouls as you've ever encountered. The Brill's are quite a story, but we'll leave them, I'm afraid, tonight, pretty much as we found them.

For candied fruit never spoils, and the Brill's are put up like preserves in the past, Hermetically sealed, fixed in a thick syrup which is family pride. They bear charmed live these people from the past, these enchanted islanders from the ever-ever land of yesterday these.

Heartbreak householders like the Brilles from which the point. They will never grow old and they will never young. They are exactly as ageless as a pickle. The Brill variety will be new to you but not entirely unfamiliar.

All the incidents and characters in this story are entirely fictitious, and no reference is intended to actual persons living are dead. The Campbell-Prayhouse resort to this prudent incantation, because it turns out that almost anybody in New England can tell you just who the Brilles really are.

Of course, there are several versions, so we've asked an authority to settle the disputerates at the end of tonight's broadcast. He's the best authority we could find. He is not a Brill. He swears he is not a Brill.

He is John T. Marquand, the author. But now just before we begin, a word from Ennis Cappell. Let me ask what comes to your mind when I mention chicken for dinner. Naha, I think I know.