San Francisco Spring 1945 C

The National Broadcasting Company and its affiliated stations present the Pacific Story. Tonight's Pacific story comes to you from San Francisco, seen at the United Nations Conference on International Organization, which opens here in three days.

This is the story of a wounded mankind, groping for a better world. A real drama with real people. San Francisco Spring 1945. and looking down over the bay was the way things changed while I was gone.

A lot of things gonna happen in three years. I wondered why I had come up there. Jane and I used to come up there before we were married. She wanted to come with me this morning.

She and Timmy. I didn't want her to come along. I don't know why. So I took the street car out Columbus Avenue to get us close to telegraph hill as I could. I could and then I hiked up like I used to when I was a kid.

It was pretty rugged when the cane, but in that much trouble. I stood there watching the ferry boats crossing the bay and the ships heading out to the Golden Gate. Out there across that water was Saipan.

But I didn't think much about that. I thought about how things had changed. Me. San Francisco. The whole world had thought of being beside me. Can I give you a lift? No, no thanks. I'm all right. Glad to help you.

No, thanks. I can walk all right. Okay. I'm going to train across the bay. I stood there watching them for a while. Then I got on a cable car. Can I help you on? No thanks. I can get on all right.