Ah Wilderness

This is Orson Welles. Tonight we broadcast a Pulitzer Prize play by a great American dramatist. Simple enough story, more point than plot, more truth than glamour. Tonight, dear Linner, we won't try to take you out of yourself, but if we can, we'll take you back.

Back to 1910, remember? If you were our hero's age at the time, maybe you won't want to. One Richard Miller is a protagonist, and I guess the easiest way to take him is to try to pretend he isn't us.

dredging, breakly down into the carefully forgotten depths of his awkwardness, your obedience and will tonight attempt to perform Richard Miller. The life-like coloring as far as possible will be maintained. But our wilderness is best remembered for another character. To play Richard's father, the only actor I could think of who could follow George M. Cohan, Will Rogers

and Lionel Berramore is Ray Collins. I just said it here. Okay. Now look out for the fuse. Keep it straight. The match. Right now, the minute I like this, put the camera on top of it.

There it goes. Quick! How do you do? I love it to the camera.

Hey, look out, you can't. You want to blow your nose to bits? Put it out of the pocket. Hello? Well, how are you, Dave, on this glorious force? Hey, where's your girl, Mule? Dick's been looking for her all over.

Yes? They won't come. Oh, he won't, huh? Well, I've come here here, Dave. I've seen you at a picnic for years. Nick, for years. And you won't see me at this for long. I'm here to talk to you, Matt.