A Boy named Carl (Carl Schurz, American Patriot)

The NBC University of the Air, a public service of the National Broadcasting Company and its affiliated independent stations, presents another chapter in the historical series, We Came This Way. Tonight we hear the story of a boy named Carl.

Liberty is like a great ocean, with many rivers going down to it. Sometimes the rivers start at a tiny stream, which widens and gathers momentum as it rushes on. Sometimes it gushes out of the earth in a great flood and sweeps all the forest.

We're in Victorian London at its most Victorian. The year 1852. Bikens and saccarets are in the flush of their first success. There are plans for a crystal palace which will be a permanent monument to peace with exhibits of every nation's handicrafts and industries.

In the flat and Chelsea, a party is in progress. But the conversation is in German, not English. Anything German, of course, is quite the vote. For is not the Prince Consort, a doered husband of the beloved young queen, a German?

In the music room, a slight young man of 23, with quantities of wavy brown hair and the most penetrating dark brown eyes, is seated at the square piano fart, his finger flying. Thank you. There's nothing from the homeland now, eh, Carl?

You're presently a professor, Kinko, presently, but surely you've had enough. Oh, well, I know, I'm the one who's up here. My name is Kyle. And I'm Margarita. Margarita? What a beautiful name. As Victor Hugo said, a woman's name should end on a vowel and sound like a benediction.

I should like to improvise on it. Margarita. I'm in compliment. Did you not feel me, Margarita? drawing you like a magnet from the moment we were introduced tonight hoping you would come and paint on the piano so I could look up at you God's feet our young couple have taken a fancy to each other your instinct is right your honor but