Britt Ponsett's Christmas Carol

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What will you hear in your kitchen after Christmas? Bacon sizzling, coffee-perking, dishes-clinking, and if you're lucky, a new sound. NBC Radio listening on that new set, the perfect gift to lighten mother's long hours in the kitchen.

Kitchen, drink with happy chimes, lintoon to NBC. James Stewart as the six-shooter. The man in the saddle is angular and long-legged. His skin is sundive brown. The gun in his holster is grey steel and rainbow mother of pearl.

It's handled unmarked. People call them both, the six-shooter. The NBC radio network presents James Stewart as the six-shooter, a transcribed series of radio dramas based on the life of Britt Ponce, the Texas planesman who wandered through the western territories leaving behind a trail of still remembered legends.

There was a myth in the air, not a freezing, biting, angry myth, but a sort of tingle that made the Morning Star shimmer and swung them out of their orbits a little closer to the It was a winter nip, but not a hard winter.

Not a winter when the cattle would come down from the high places, poking their noses into the ice and crusted ground. It was a mild winter nip. Mild enough so that the breath of the boy on the pinto turned only a faint grey as he rode toward the campfire where the man was sitting.

Howdy! Oh, Mr. I see your fire. I thought maybe you wouldn't mind if I gave my pony a chance to warm up. Sure, sure. Make yourself home. Not easy, but I can eat. You had him for time since corner's, mister?