21st precinct, Sergeant Collins. What do you mean robbed? Held up? Where is this? The what, Bar and Grill? Oh, what's the address? Yeah. Did they have guns? You're in the muster room at the 21st precinct, the nerve center. A call is coming through. You will follow by transcription the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st precinct. All right, just wait for the officers. They'll be right there. Yes, right away. They'll be right there. 21st precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the nine tenths of a square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the 21st. Whether they know it or not, the security of their homes, their persons and their property is the job of the men of the 21st precinct. The 21st, 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants of whom I'm the boss. My name is Cannelly, Frank Cannelly. I'm captain in command of the 21st. It was 2.20 p.m. I had just returned from patrol of the precinct and I was in my office speaking to a photographer who had his studio near the station house in regard to arrangements for making new individual pictures of the members of my command which are required for departmental files every five years. And here are some samples of my work, captain. Excuse me a second, Mr. Bell. Oh sure, go right ahead. 21st precinct, Captain Cannelly. Sergeant Collins on T.S. captain. Yes, sergeant. Paychecks are here, captain. All right, tell lieutenant pope to assign a man to make distribution. Yes, sir. I'm sorry, Mr. Bell. That's perfectly all right, captain. The samples. Oh, yeah. This is the size we require, isn't it? Yes, yes, that's the exact size. Well, looks like you do very nice work, Mr. Bell. We try, captain. Well, what do you think you'd have to charge each man? Let's see, you told me you had about 175 men to be photographed. Yeah, that's right. That's about 15 members of the 21st squad, the detectives. I imagine most of them might want to take advantage of the convenience. To be perfectly honest with you, captain, I'd be willing to give a very good rate to make the pictures and hope to make my profit in case any of the men want to buy prints for their own personal use, the enlargements. Oh, well, that's understandable. But I don't want you pressuring anyone around here to buy prints. Oh, no, no, I won't. What do you think you'd charge each man? Well, let's say two dollars. And included in that, I would furnish them with one glossy, the same size as the official picture. All right. That sounds fair enough, Mr. Bell. Good. We'll get you a room to work in on the third floor. Oh, fine. Come in. Excuse me, captain. Come in, Sergeant. Signal 30 just came over the air. Third Avenue near 68. An armed robbery at a bar and grill. A bartender and customers are holding a suspect. All right, I'll go. Captain or Mr. Bell, Sergeant Collins will take you to see Patrolman Archer. He's the one twenty four man sergeant. Tell Archer to get Mr. Bell set up and going with photographs. Yes, sir. I'll get a car in for you, Captain. All right. You do that. Oh, Cassidy. Yes, Captain. Are you going over to that armed robbery? Yes, sir. Go man or not. You want to ride? Yeah. OK. Never mind the car, Sergeant. I'll go over with the detective. The park right on by. You certainly move fast around here, don't you? When things happen fast, you move fast. Well, I guess that's life. Yeah, life and then some. We were at the scene of the holdup within five minutes. Patrolman Owen Kenny and Ernest Pagano in sector car number three, the first to arrive in response to the radio signal, had taken custody of the suspect being held by the bartender and two customers. She was a young woman, hardly twenty years old. The victim and witnesses had told Sergeant Waters and other officers that the young woman in the company of two men, also in their twenties, came into the place shortly after one o'clock and ordered drinks. When the lunch hour rush had dwindled to two patrons, the men got up from their booth, walked to the bar, flashed a gun and held up the place. They took two hundred and thirty dollars from the cash register and fled, leaving the young woman who said her name was Edith Hargrave seated in the booth. Detectives Cassidy and Goldman began the investigation and Edith Hargrave was taken from the scene of the holdup to the twenty first squad where Detective Cassidy was in the process of making her fingerprints. All right honey, it's not that bad. I just told the hand limp and let me do the work. Don't step on up like that. I'll try. That's it, limp. Now give me the whole hand. Limp, that's it. Relax. Okay, that's all. Wash up over here. Where? Over here, Edie. Yes. There's soap and there's towels. Yes, sir. Now what about the lieutenant? Is he still tied up? Yes, he is. It's funny that soap, Edie, that stuff comes off hard. Yes, sir. Very hard. Want to change your mind about anything, Edie? What do you mean change my mind? There's towels. I mean about how you told us you were never arrested before. I never was. Use the towels, your hands will get chapped. Never was. Honest. All right, we'll see. Honest. Like for everything, there's always got to be a place time in there, in a trash basket. Okay, Edie, come on. Yes, sir. Oh, I can take my purse, can't I? Sure, bring it along. You sure now before we get any farther? All right, sit down here. Yes, I'm sure. Here, Edie, sign this card here. What is it? What am I signing? It just says that you verify that these are your fingerprints. Where am I going now? To jail? No, not just yet. I want to go home. So do I. Yes, sir. Okay. All right, Edie, in the office. Over there to the desk. Yes, sir. Edie, this is Lieutenant King. He's the commander of the 24th squad. Sit down, Edie. Yes, sir. Well, I understand you picked yourself some fine company. How was I to know? Smart girl finds out before she goes bar hopping with two guys like that. I didn't have a date with the two of them. I only had a date with one, Dick. That's the only one I know. I didn't know the other. Honest. Did he ever tell you where he lived, Dick? No, he never did. Didn't you ask him? No. Why not? Well, if I asked, my husband thought he might think I was curious about going there. Didn't care to have one thing lead to another. You met him when? Three or four nights ago. I told the detective. He came into the place and... The place where you work? Yeah, the place I work. He sat down at the counter and he ordered a cup of coffee and I asserted to him. Things were slow. Before you know it, we got to talking. I guess you got to talking too much, huh? Well, he looked like a nice enough boy. The other one didn't look like a nice boy, did he? I didn't even know about him. Dick and I had this date for this afternoon before I went to work. He came by for me and the other boy was in the car. He said, we're all going out for a good time. I said, has he got a date? He said, he'll get a date. Meanwhile, we'll all go out and have a couple of drinks. So we went to these places and, you know. Are you in the habit of drinking in the daytime? Well, I worked nights. You were out with him Sunday night? I told the detective I was off Sunday night, didn't I? Yes, you told us. Where'd you go Sunday night? Went to a few places. Where, for instance? I don't know. A couple of bars, three or four. Where first? Down Times Square. Where in Times Square? Well, on Broadway, I think. Maybe 7th Avenue. I don't know. It was one of those places where there was a bar that's circle-like and people sit around watching musicians play on a stand-up behind the bar. Did he talk to anybody in there? Just me and the bartender to order drinks. Where else did you go? After that? Yes. To another bar near there. We had a couple of drinks there, too. I think I had a sandwich also. The only place he talked to somebody was much later. The man. Somebody he knew? Oh, yes. Where was this? Another bar. In Times Square, no. No, as a matter of fact, it was up around here someplace. I remember we came uptown through Central Park in his car and we came out of the park at 65th Street, you know? I remember that. It wasn't far from there on Lexington or 3rd Avenue or something like that. I had a few drinks. Well, who was it he talked to? A friend of his. Nellie. I remember Nellie. I thought you said it was a man he talked to. Nellie was a man. That's how I remember it. A funny man named Nellie. Isn't that funny? A man named Nellie? What? I don't know. I didn't hear. You're going to have to help us more than this, Edie. Those two boys are wanted for robbery. I didn't have anything to do with it. I don't know anything about it. Well, you know something about it now. I hope it's not long before we all know a lot more about it. I returned to the station house at 4 p.m. in time to turn out the platoon for the night tour. Lieutenant King was waiting in the muster room for me. He said that he had already talked to the desk officers at the 19th and 23rd precincts. He would like a description of the man Nellie announced at each of the turnouts in the precincts on the Upper East Side in the hope that some patrolman on post was acquainted with Nellie or had heard of him. I invited him to make the announcement himself. With Lieutenant King, I stood behind the desk. It was exactly 4 o'clock. The 53 men who would patrol every inch of the precinct between that moment and midnight were lined up in the back room awaiting the signal of the desk officer. On the sound of the bell, they marched out into the muster room in a military manner and formed ranks facing the desk. The roll was called for entering the blotter. Sondar. Kallay. Present. Talb. Here. Turner. Here. Underwood. Here. Weber. Here. Weeks. Present. Wolfe. Present. I want to talk to you about peddlers annoying people on the streets to purchase toys and flowers. You'll see any of these peddlers on your post. I want you to stop them and examine their license. If they have no license, give them a summons. Or if they're causing too much of a nuisance, bring them into the station house. I want these complaints to stop. Also, beginning tomorrow and for the next two days, the photographer will be on the third floor to make official photographs for the department files before and after the eight o'clock and four o'clock turnouts. Details are on the bulletin boards. Lieutenant King has something to say to you. Take close attention. Lieutenant. We had an armed robbery in the precinct this afternoon. In the course of the investigation, we've developed the information that one of the suspects is acquainted with a man who hangs around a bar someplace on the east side, perhaps in this precinct, perhaps on the 19th or 23rd. We'd like to locate the acquaintance in the hope he could lead us to the suspects. The acquaintance is described as about 35 years old, five feet, eight inches, and 150 pounds. He has brown hair, rather thin, on top. We know he goes under the name of Nellie. On your posts, have any of you men run into a man of that description known by the name of Nellie? Lieutenant. Yes, Webber? Are you acquainted with a man named Nellie answering that description? Yes, sir. All right, you stay here. You're temporarily relieved from your post. Yes, sir. Sergeant. Post the platoon. Platoon, attention. Right face. Forward, halt. Webber. Yes, sir, Captain. Come on in my office. Matt. Coming, Captain. Okay. Go ahead. Yes, sir. Captain, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Which is your post, Webber? Number 11, Lieutenant. You know Nellie, huh? Yes, sir. He's one of the guys that hang out around there. Has he ever given you any trouble? No, he stays pretty clear on me, Captain. What does he do? He says he's a mechanic. He might be working there and I don't know. He hangs around two or three bars there every night. Mm-hmm. Had some information that he was hustling policy slips once a couple of months ago. Reported it in the plainclothes and checked them out. Nothing to it I heard. I do know he's done time. Oh. For what? For doing stolen goods, Lieutenant. Recently? A couple of years ago he got out. Wouldn't be surprised if he still gets into a deal once in a while. That's not his real name. Is it Nellie? No, sir. It's a nickname. His name is Bevan. Nelson Bevan. Captain, could we borrow Webber to work with us tonight? Oh, sure, Matt, if you need him. I'd like to send him up there with either Cassidy or Goldman to look around for Nellie. Know where he lives, Webber? No, sir. Just where he hangs out. All right. That's good enough. We'll find him. Okay, Webber. Thanks. You got your work cut out for you. You are listening to 21st Precinct, a factual account of the way police work in the world's largest city. Men, we're offering you an opportunity to study the various operations and applications of the Mannheim Slide Rule. Well, perhaps this offer wouldn't appeal to the average clerk, journalist, or administrative specialist. But to the man engaged in technical or scientific work, it would mean something. If he were not already familiar with the Mannheim Slide Rule, he would be interested. He'd want to know how he could take advantage of the offer. He'd know that a working knowledge of the Slide Rule would be of considerable help to him in his job. He'd learn that the person to see is his education officer, who would tell him that the course and the application of the Mannheim-type Slide Rule is offered by USAPHI. He'd fill out an application to enroll in the course and take the first step toward power through knowledge with USAPHI. Yes, he'd do that, if he were smart. Now back to 21st Precinct and Captain Frank Pennelli. As instructed, Patrolman Weber changed to his civilian clothes to assist detectives in their search for Nelson Bevin, also known as Nelly. While Detective Goldman sought information on Nelly through other means, Patrolman Weber took Detective Cassidy to the bars where he thought Nelly was a regular patron. The proprietor of one place told the officers that Nelly was indeed a steady customer and that he came into the place late almost every afternoon between 5 and 5.30. The two officers took a booth in the back of the place and waited. Sure beats walking the post. Yeah, I guess it does. Hey, Cassidy, how many years you got in the job? Twelve. And in the brains? Almost nine now. Yeah. How'd you make it? Well, I made a good collar. I almost had my head blown off. No kidding. I was walking the post. It was late to a dark and cold. The only thing open on the block was this drug store on the corner. I rang in for a personal. Well, I figured I'd go in there and warm up a little bit and maybe sneak a smoke. So I started into the drug store. There were these two guys in there and the doc had his hands high in the air. Wow. So I get out my gun. I don't ask any questions. They start shooting at me and as soon as I come in the door, I drop one of them with my first shot and hit the other one with about the fourth or fifth. One of them was dead by the time the ambulance got there. The other still in the sink scene. Just got a letter from him last week. That was some collar. Yeah. The old commissioner Valentine showed up at the station house at 4.30 in the morning, patted me on the back and made me a detective on the spot. Mayor LaGuardia had me down to City Hall the next day. The team. Well, I'm trying to make it the other way. I'm going to Della Hattie's now, studying for the sergeant's examination. That's Nellie. Yeah. He just stepped up to the bar. Brown overcoat. All right. Let's go talk to him. Okay. Keep it social for now. Let me spring it on. Okay. Okay, sure. Hello, Nellie. Oh, how are you? Petrolman Weber. Sure, I know you. Petrolman Weber. Sure. You're not working tonight, huh? Yeah, I'm working. No blue suit? Not tonight. Nellie, this is Detective Cassidy. How do I know you? I'm a detective. I'm a detective. I'm a detective. I'm a detective. I'm a detective. I know you. Yeah. Where have you been keeping yourself, Nellie? I haven't seen you around. Oh, busy. You know me, Mr. Weber. Busy. I understand you're in the general merchandise business, Nellie. You got me wrong, Mr. Cassidy. We've always got you guys wrong, huh? I'm out of that business, Mr. Cassidy. I've been out a long time. Am I right, Mr. Weber? You know me. Yeah, I know you, Nellie. How about a drink? How about a drink on me? No, thanks. Well, if you don't mind. Skull. Skull. Nellie. Yeah, Mr. Cassidy? Where's Dick? Dick who? The guy you spoke to in here Sunday night. I don't know who you're talking about. I don't know any Dick. Come on. Let's take a ride to the station house. We'll talk about it there. Oh, Dick. Yeah, yeah. Dick. Where is he? I don't know where he is, fellas. He was near here, just strangers, frankly. I was introduced to him just once, and I seen him here that night. What night was it? Sunday. Yeah, I seen him in here Sunday, and we had a few words. About what? About the guy who was in the car. That's all. Yeah, you know, hello, how are you? What's new? That's all. Come on, Nellie. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Where is he? I don't know where he is. That's the honest to goodness truth. I don't know a thing about him. I don't even know his last name. What did he want from me? What did he want from you? You know the kind of reputation I got. He had a ring and a watch he wanted to realize something out of. I told him I wasn't in that kind of business anymore, and that was that. How did you know that? I didn't know that. I didn't know that. I didn't know that. I didn't know that. I didn't know that. I didn't know that. I didn't know that. What did you think it was? What do you think it was? I don't know what it was. I don't know anything. What did he say? He said, a guy came up to me. You know, it's pretty strange. I was thinking that was that. How did you meet him? Some guy pointed them out to me. What guy? I don't know what guy. I know many guys. Just one of those things. He was standing on the second avenue one afternoon last week, and he walked up to me. He asked me to come over and sit in the car, so I did. He had these things he showed me, and I told him I didn't want any part of them. What is this guy hot, Dick? This is Mr. Webber? Burning. Good thing I don't have anything to do with him. What kind of car? There's a Hudson, I think, a tan Hudson. 49 or 50, something like that. No, that checks can't it be? Everything I tell you checks. You know me, Mr. Webber. Yeah. You know me from way back. Too far back. Where is he? I don't know. That's the honest to goodness' truth. Where does he hang around? How should I know where he hangs around? All I know about him is what I told you. I've seen him only there twice. Once when we had the merchandise and once that Sunday night. I don't know him from Adam otherwise. I know nothing about him. You give me a snack of Bibles, I'll swear. I still wouldn't believe you, Nelly. You wouldn't? Come on, let's go in. Is that trip necessary? Yeah. Can I at least finish my drink? Go ahead. Well, skull again. Skull, Nelly. It was 5.45 p.m. when I signed the last report in my folder and put it in the letter box with the other reports and communications to be picked up and taken by the precinct messenger to the 6th Division Office at 160 East 35th Street. I got up from behind my desk and walked out into the muster room. Yes, sir, Captain? Go ahead, take the call. Yes, sir. 21st Precinct, Sergeant Collins. Yeah, Coley. Listen, walk around and talk to the owner of that dress store at 613 before he closes. Remind him again to set his burglar alarm correctly. We don't want to make another run there during the night. Yeah, all right. Yes, sir, Captain? I'm going to sign out, Sergeant. Yes, sir. Well, what time are you going out on patrol tonight? Sergeant Rosen is going to relieve me on T.S. at 8 o'clock, sir. All right. Take a turn by that ballroom on York Avenue sometime during the night. Make sure they've corrected the conditions we talked to the manager about, all right? Yes, sir. And leave a report for me. Yes, sir. All right, Nelly, step right up there. We're here. That's all right. Hello, Webber. Captain. Sergeant, would you bring up Lieutenant King for me? Yes, sir. Oh, you found him, huh? Yes. What kind of job is finding me? Who was hiding? Lieutenant King, Sergeant. I think I was the hottest guy in New York. Yes, Cassidy's here. He wants to talk to you. Okay, Cassidy, take it over there. Good job, Webber. Thank you, Captain. We got Nelly, Lieutenant. Yeah, downstairs. He hasn't been much help for Cassidy, though. Who said I haven't? I can't tell him what I don't know. What do you want me to do, kid him? Yes, sir, he said. I don't kid anybody. Yes, sir, I'll ask him. Thanks, Sergeant. Okay. Captain, Lieutenant King wants to know if you've got him in there. Oh, what's the trouble? He didn't say. All right, I'll come up. Okay, Nelly, let's go. Tell it a post. I'm going to the detector, Sergeant. Yes, sir. So I get shoved around. Tell it a post. We'll try to make it post a pill, Nelly, just so things don't get dull. We walked out of the muster room and into the back room where two motorcycle patrolmen from motorcycle precinct number one were sitting at the table going over summon stubs preparatory to informing the desk officer of the summons as they had issued motorists in the 21st precinct. Then we climbed the rickety stairs to the second floor and walked into the 21st squad office. All right, Nelly, sit down right there on the bench. Listen, Mr. Caster, do you have any idea how long I'm going to be here? Why? I got a business appointment. What kind of business? On a bench, huh? Yeah. All right. That's a good one. Captain, am I supposed to stay around here or do you want me back on my post? You'll see what Lieutenant King has to say, Webber. Yes, sir. Whatever he wants. Hello, Captain. Thanks for coming up. Oh, it's all right, man. Webber, good job. Thanks, Lieutenant. Keep an air minute, Cassidy. Yes, sir. Captain, it's that Edith Hargrave. Oh? We checked out her prints. She's never been in trouble. I'm sure she's telling a straight story about this fellow dick. Her boss called me. He says he knows you, a fellow named Audley. Runs a restaurant up on Lexington Avenue in the 80s. Oh, yes, I know. I'm sure he's telling a straight story about this fellow dick. Her boss called me. He says he knows you, a fellow named Audley. Runs a restaurant up on Lexington Avenue in the 80s. Oh, yes, I know. She waits tables there. Audley said he'd vouch for her. What kind of a guy is he? He's all right, man. Been a business there a long time. He's never had any trouble with it, I know him. He's okay. Edie, you remember Captain Kinellian? When can I go? Can I go soon? I will see. You'd know this, Nellie, if you saw him, would you? I told you I would. All right. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. I told you I would. All right. Walk over to the door there. Let me know if you see him sitting outside. Really? I want to go home. See him? Yes, on the bench. That's him. All right. Cassidy, bring him in here. Yes, sir. Sit down, Edie. Oh, excuse me, Captain. All right. All right, Nellie. Inside. Fill in the post. Shut the door, Cassidy. Yes, sir. This is Lieutenant King and Captain Cannelly. Nellie Button. Gentlemen. Know this young lady, Nellie? She looks familiar, I'll say that. She was with Dick on Sunday night when he met you. Was she? You know I was. All right, Nellie. You can save yourself a lot of trouble. We want Dick and the guy he was with. We want them in a robbery this afternoon. We think they're right for five or six more. Now, where is he? I said I know where he is. I don't know where he is. Look, Mr. I will don't want to waste any time with you. You told the officers he drives a 1949 or 50 Hudson painted tan. If you know that much, you know a lot more. How could I know a lot more? I seen the car. You know where he stays. He told you where he stays, didn't he? No. Well, where do you think he stays? Oh, do you want me to speculate? Yeah, speculate. We'll go from there. Well, once in a conversation he said he parked his car at nights near that museum over there. You know, on the west side right off the park? Museum of Natural History? Yeah, that one. So? So if he parks his car there at night, he must stay around there someplace, don't you think? I don't know what to think, Nellie. We'll see what we can find out. The interrogation of Nelson Bevin, also known as Nellie, continued. Meanwhile, Lieutenant King had Patrolman Webber take the girl Edith Hargrave to a restaurant for a meal. After listening to the questioning for some minutes, I went downstairs, signed the blotter, and left the precinct to go off duty. At the end of an hour, Lieutenant King had gotten no more information from Nellie on the whereabouts of the suspects. He concluded that Nellie knew no more. It was decided to trace the suspects by attempting to locate the car parked on the street in the vicinity of the Museum of Natural History, located on the west side of Central Park between 77th Street and 81st Street. Inasmuch as this location was out of the 21st, the commanders of both the 20th and 24th Detective Squads were called. Each furnished two detectives, and with four men from the 21st, the search of the streets began later that night. Because of his work on the case so far, Patrolman Webber continued temporarily as the partner of Detective Cassidy. Shortly before midnight, they were cruising on Columbus Avenue looking for a 1949 or 1950 Hudson painted tan. Suppose we go up to the corner, take a right, and come back in the next block. Okay, Webber? Yeah, sure. They might be batting our brains out for nothing. It wouldn't be smart for them to hold onto that car any longer. They know we've got the girl. You're giving credit for being smart, leaving her in the bar like that, taking her along on a robbery. None of them gets smart at strange times. Take a right, huh? Hey, Cassidy, look up there. Go on, straight through. 49 Hudson. Pull up ahead of it. Yeah. Let's have a look. I'm right with you. Of course, I grant you that not everybody owns a Hudson, but there's a few of them around. Yeah. Is the hood warm? Will it dry the door? Well, what's the matter? This could be the car. The girl said she remembered a little blue knob in the steering wheel like that one. You never left it here. It must be coming back for it. Yeah? There's a bottle of whiskey under the seat. Half full, too. Well, what now? Suppose you ring in to Lieutenant King. Yeah. Tell him what we've got. I think it's a car. Ask him to check out the registration and see if there's an alarm out for the car. Yeah, there's a candy store on the corner. Good. Use the phone in there. I'll keep my eyes on the car. Okay. Good evening. Good evening, Tom. Yes, sir. Something? Yeah, yeah. For the telephone, please. For the telephone. It's been open all night. What do I get? Telephone, Kirsten. The telephone. On the wall. Yeah, thanks. Hey, what's that? I'm a cop. Get help. Hey, listen. Cassidy! Cassidy? Here. Behind the car. Get that one's gun. How is it? Through the neck. I don't bother with that other one. I got his gun. You hit? Yeah. Not bad, I don't think. Here, let me see. On the shoulder, that's all. They came back as soon as you went inside. They started blazing away. You sure handled them, though. Yeah. Well, here I go again. Tea with the mayor. Twenty-first precinct, Sergeant Collins. What is it? A kid? Who's the driver? You? He was what? Riding a bicycle? And so it goes, around the clock, through the week, every day, every year. A police precinct in the city of New York is a flesh-and-blood merry-go-round. Anyone can catch the brass ring, or the brass ring can catch anyone. Twenty-first precinct, transcribed. A factual account of the way the police work in the world's largest city is presented with the official cooperation of the Patrolman's Benevolent Association, an organization of more than 20,000 members of the police department city of New York. Everett Sloan in the role of Captain Kennelly, Ken Lynch as Lieutenant King. Featured in tonight's cast were Elaine Rost, George Petrie, Jack Orison, Santos Ortega, Mandel Kramer, and Michael Dreyfuss. Written and directed by Stanley Niss, Art Hanna speaking. This is the United States Armed Forces Radio and Television Service. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
