At War45-01-0279Its Always Tomorrow

Words at war. Oh, Sedgwick! Dave Sedgwick! Yes, boss! What have I done now? To tip in my office. Well, you've done nothing except... Well, congratulations on that funatelli-killing story. It was good. Gosh! Tell me, Dave.

How'd you like to cover the biggest murder story of the year? Oh, brother, that's for me! Okay, get packed. You're leaving for England to cover the war for the globe. Leave me! Don't start yapping, thank you, Zappi. Listen to me. We caught short.

short, wangly got hurt in a plane crash. We need no matter we can trust over there. And don't let it go to your head. You cover the story over there, the same as you do here.

Just remember to be above it, beyond it, impersonal and impartial. Ha ha, catch. Just a guy holding a mirror up to light. Alright, cut the smart stuff. Tell me, what the job? If the British don't object, why should I?

That's the beginning of tonight's Words at War, as the National Broadcasting Company, in cooperation with the Council on Books and War Time, presents an adaptation of Robert St. John's new novel It's Always Tomorrow, a hard-hitting book about the men and women of bomb-battered England.

His Lordship will be going to the country tonight, but he wishes to retain his sweet. Very well, sir. You named Sedgwick. David Sedgwick. I've got a room, Mr. Edgwick. Yes? Uh-huh. Oh, come along then.

I have your keys, old boy. Well, who are you? Dick Matthews, old boy. Over here five years now, you know, for the globe and waiting here to show you around. Thanks. Well, that's it, as anyone ever told you, you were very remarkable as emlers to get a ground.