The Bakers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western theater. Ripping along, singing a song, under a western moon. From Hollywood comes your all-star Western theater. Starring America's great western singers, Roy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage. In music and song and a story of the West. My name is Cotton C. Clark and here are the Riders of the Purple Sage. Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old Salomon. Where in dreams I live with a memory, beneath the stars all alone. It was there I found beside the Alamo, enchantment strange as the moon up above. Moonlit paths, but only she would know, still hears my broken song of love. Moon all your splendor and only my heart, fall back my road, road of Salomon. Lift so sweet and tender like California farns, sweet once again of my love, my love. My broken song, empty words I know, still live in my heart all alone. For that moonlit path by the Alamo. And rolls my road of San Anton, road of San Anton. In the days when the West was wild and the vast range country was unfenced, there was more to ranching than riding and roping and shooting. The cop hunters had to know how to take care of the herd. They spent a great deal of time keeping the cattle from stampeding and getting into quicksand or running off a cliff. It took skill and experience to fatten and deliver a great herd to market, just as it takes skill and experience to bake good bread like Weber's today. And Weber's bread is good bread. It's well mixed and well baked. It has a firm, even texture, golden brown crust, and a distinctive flavor all its own. When you serve Weber's bread at your table, you can be sure that the entire family will enjoy its extra quality. Buy a loaf of Weber's bread next time you go shopping. You'll see it in the familiar Blue Gingham wrapper, and you'll like it. Well, here they are, folks, and here it is. The writers of the Purple Sage on another of today's Grand Western heart songs, which they have helped to make so popular throughout the country on majestic records. Have I told you lately that I love you? Could I tell you once again somehow? Have I said with all my heart and soul how I adore you? Well, darling, I'm telling you now, my world would end without a memory of you. I'm no good without you anyhow. Or have I told you lately that I love you? My darling, I'm telling you now. Have I told you lately that I love you? When the stars are shining in the sky? Have I told you why the nights are long when you're not with me? Oh, darling, I'm telling you now. My world would end without a memory of you. I'm no good without you anyhow. Or have I told you lately that I love you? My darling, I'm telling you now. Ripping along, singing a song under a western moon. The prosperous western cattle town of Benson City is what you might call a one-man town. Dave Benson sees to that, and it's been that way for the 40-some-odd years since he first set foot on the strip of wasteland that is now the thriving little city bearing his name. About the only mark on Dave Benson's honesty and integrity is his wayward nephew, Tom Benson, who spends so much time figuring out ways to extract money from his uncle that he has very little or no time for usefulness. With such a situation on hand, as unimportant as it may seem, suppose we visit in Benson City for a spell and see what transpires from the writers of The Purple Sage Wonderland's town. There's no particular reason why Benson City is the recipient of their wandering, unless it's because things got a little too hot for them in Rocktown, 60 miles back down the road. This ain't a bad-looking little town. Yeah, it looks all right. Well, I don't see nothing special about it. Rocktown suited me and you two guys better than Dutch for the sheriff. Oh, we didn't do nothing. Ah, we just started a little old fight with the barkeep and that saloon's all. Yeah, and when everybody got through shoes and sides, it looked more like the Battle of Bull Run. Why, you wasn't doing so bad yourself, Dean. Well, what you expecting to do, stand by and see you guys get massacred? Yeah. Let's go up here. There's a barbershop, 980 K. Oh, there's a saloon. I sure need a drink of water. Oh, boy, I believe you. I'll see you guys in a few minutes. I think you can keep out of trouble in there, too. You're a fine one to be a-talking. Now, John Benson, let me on. Just have a seat, friend. We'll get through in a minute. That's all right. No hurry. You better trim my hair around the temples a little closer, Keenhead. All right, Todd. Please, you know, find new issue of Catler's Weekly over there, friend. Much obliged. How's old Dave getting on these days, Todd? Pretty good, I reckon. So busy counting his money, he don't have much time for coming into town. Well, he's got plenty of it to count, and it'll all be all right someday, won't it, Todd? Man, I'm beginning to have my doubts. He's getting healthier every day. Thanks a lot, the whole, Todd. Yeah, that ought to do it. Now, tell me, is that all you want? Haven't you forgotten something? Right, John, yeah. Get your special bottle of cologne water for the head. Yeah, that's right. You know, you're the only man in town who doesn't need a bottle of cologne water, Todd. That's right. I like to smell different than other men. Well, this particular brand has one of the most unusual scents you ever smell. Yes. Ah, there you are, Todd. All finished. That will be 75 cents, all told. All right, there you are. I'll see you next week, T-Man. All right, Todd, bye. Now, friend, what will be for you? Oh, I reckon Dave will do. Yes, sir. Just tap a seat right here and teenage Tata will have your shade before you take that. Well, you might take it a little slower since you're going to use a razor. Just a figure of feet, friend, just a figure of feet. Say, what is that loud smelling stuff you put on that fella? Oh, that tempered stagnant cologne water for the hair. It can't serve you with that sick little odor, friend. Keep it exclusively for Todd Benson, one of my best customers. Now I have a special smelling tonic here that I can use. No, no, no, thanks, Todd. I'd rather smell just like a dude. Mmm, nice to hear. Yes, well, Todd likes to make a slew stuff. He's in line to inherit all old Dave's money some day. Dave's his uncle. Rich as Jay Gould, Dave is. But he ain't going to die anytime soon, friend. But I not know how to make a drink called H2O. Now ain't that a fine come off a barkeep that don't know how to mix an H2O? I never hear of such a drink. Oh, come on now, tell him what you want and quit picking on him. He wants a glass of water, friend. A glass of water? But he asked Lopez to make him a H2O. Well, that's what a glass of water is. H2O? My name is Lopez. Well, what's that got to do with? With what? Well, you got me there. Now look, Lopez, water and H2O are one and the same. Now do I get the drink? Which you want. Well, I got myself into this, so I reckon I'll take water. Well, why'd you not say so? We not have any water. Well, let's take care of that. Say, what's that smell? That's me. Well, you're brave to admit it, stranger. Well, friend, I don't like your attitude. And I don't like your smell. All right, Floyd, all right. Take it easy. He don't mean nothing by it, friend. All right, well, I'll accept his apology. Good day to you. Now, who do you reckon he is? Well, it ain't none of our business who he is. Well, I see that you two ain't in any trouble yet. Well, it ain't his fault that he ain't. Then let's stir up a little. Yeah, let's do it. You're always looking for trouble. Why don't you guys try and be a little bit peaceful for a change? Say, there's a card game going on. Let's play for a while. That's a good idea. Yeah, and try to keep your nose out of the game when you're not one of the players. Oh, Dean, you're old-fashioned. No, well, maybe I am, but I'll live longer that way. That is, if you two don't get in the kill in the meantime. Hey, there's that fella that thinks they're pretty setting in on the game. Yeah, I ran across him over at the barbershop. His name's Todd Benson. He's going to inherit a lot of money or something. Well, from the looks of those fellas he's playing cards with, he's going to lose it first and inherit it later on. Yeah. Let's get a load of this. Okay. All right, Todd. Here's a hundred dollars worth of chips. Make it two hundred, Pharaoh. I'm out to take you men tonight. You're sure you can pay off if you lose? Oh, I got a couple hundred on me. Besides, ain't my IOU any good? If you promise to talk your uncle out of it, yeah. Ah, don't worry about me, Pharaoh. I'll make my debts good one way or the other. Then deal the cards. Well, then, cleans me out of chips, Pharaoh. Let me have another stack. You start writing your name on a piece of paper. Sure, sure. Come over here a minute, boys. Yes. All right. You thought I'd see what I see? Sure, that payroll guy and his partner are really trimming his business, brother. Yeah, they're as crooked as a barrel of snakes. Well, is that any of our business? Could be. Let's watch the game a while longer and see what happens. It's still none of our business. Oh, Dean, you're working on an old-made school teacher. All right, Todd, I'll bet you $50. Well, that lets me out. I'll call you and raise you $100. Call and raise you $100. I haven't got that much money. All right, Todd, I'll tell you what I'll do. You can play as much behind as you like, and I'll take your IOU for it. Well, in that case, here's where I get even. Yeah? I'll call you $100 and raise you $500. Yeah, you're playing pretty steep poker, ain't you, Todd? I'll get the money from my uncle in a couple of days, that is, if I lose. Then see if you can get another $500. Of course, I'm raising you that much. Wait, wait, I reckon this has gone high enough. I'll call with four nines and take the money. Sorry, Todd. I was lucky enough to fill a straight flush. Now, look here, Pharaoh. You dealt them cards. Careful with your talk, Todd. Now start writing me an IOU for a grand total of $1,650. Well, all right. But you'll give me a few days, won't you? Now, it's a Thursday. You've got till Monday morning. If it was me, I would never pay you. Hey, now, you keep out of this. Well, stranger, it don't happen to be you. And if it was, you'd pay just like he's gonna. Not when you make a straight flush dealing from the bottom of the deck. Now, look here, Pharaoh. If that's the way you... Shut up, Todd. All right, boys, gather round. We're gonna have a little fun throwing a stranger out of here. There's two strangers, partner. That's a lie. There's three. All right, boys, out with them. Now see what you got us into. Yeah, jail. Yeah, we're steel bars yet. Well, let's see if we can get a little sleep. I feel like I've been run through a sausage grinder. Boy, if somebody really let me have one on the chin, it's swallowin' up something awful. Yeah, always getting us in trouble. Oh, quit grating, Dean. That won't get us out of this can. Yeah, and if you'd listened to me, we wouldn't been here at all. Well, this ain't no time to argue. I'm gonna hit the hay. Hay? What you call hay is a dozen boards with an old dirty bed sheet thrown over. Well, that's hit the boards, hay. Hey, Sheriff, Sheriff, let us out of here. Well, they at least ought to bring us something to eat. It's getting close to noon and there ain't been nobody around this place. Well, we've been here and from the looks of things, we ain't about to go nowhere. You know what is kind of funny? That sheriff ain't showed up all morning. Oh, here comes somebody now. Can you see who it is? No, my eyes can't see around the curve in this cell. This is not... All right, Todd, and I'm gonna have to lock me up. Now I'm pretty stirred up about this. But I'm telling his sheriff I didn't do it. I know, but the curtain stands there again here, Todd, and I'm sorry. All right, but I think his sheriff, I'm in it. It's Todd Benson. Wonder what he's into. Jail? Oh, he's bringing them back here. I ain't have to do this, Todd. I know the law's the law. Got some company for us, Sheriff? Well, boys, we meet again. Well, what's it got you in here for? I'll keep informed of developments. All right, sheriff, but I tell you again I didn't do it. Honest, I didn't. You sound like you was in for murder, Benson. Yeah, that's what they callin' it. I'm accused of killin' my uncle last night, but, boys, I didn't do it. Well, don't you have an alibi? Yeah, but I can't prove my alibi. Well, I haven't seen my uncle since yesterday morning. Well, what makes them figure you're guilty of killin' him? Oh, it's that cologne water I use. They claim they could smell it all over the room. Well, it has got a potent smell, all right. Man, I'm the only person around here that uses this stuff. But I had not been in my uncle's room, not even in the house, believe me. Well, then how did the smell of that cologne water get there? Oh, I can't take a bit out of the statement. But I got an idea. I know one who might have a reason for doin' it. Who? Pharaoh Lang, the man I was gamblin' with last night. Well, why do you want to kill your uncle? Well, last night after the fight had cleared away and the sheriff had taken you boys in, Pharaoh followed me out in the front of the room. Pharaoh, I'll do the best I can on it, I will. The bestest cash on the barrel head. And if you don't deliver, I'm goin' to your uncle myself. No. No, don't do that, Pharaoh. I'm in line to inherit his money and not to ruin everything. Let me handle it, please. And don't forget, it's my money or else. Oh, I'll get it, Pharaoh. I know where old Uncle Dave keeps a lot of cash, and I know how to get it. What are you bet... You know where he keeps some money? Yeah, he has several thousand dollars he keeps hid in the fireplace, man. Uh-huh. Just leave it to me. I don't think anybody could have done it. I know it, but I can't prove it, boys. The evidence points to me. When I told him I hadn't been near Uncle Dave's room, naturally the smell of the cologne water made me out a liar. Hey, sheriff, let me outta here. Have you lost your cotton pickin' mind? Here, here, here, what's goin' on in here? I gotta get outta here, sheriff. Now ain't that too bad. I guess you want out so you can go tear up another saloon, huh? I ain't, sheriff, I'm serious. You don't say. All right, how much is my fine? Thirty dollars apiece or you stay put for thirty days. Okay, Floyd, you and Dean start digging for gold. I got fifteen dollars. In the meantime, what happens to us? Well, that's up to the sheriff. Come on, let me have ten bucks apiece. I'm gettin' outta here. Ten bucks apiece? Hey, that makes thirty-five dollars. Yeah, I know. See you later. Howdy, stranger. Need another Kienaids cutlery change? Not today, Kienaids. I want some information. Well, I'm the biggest gossip in town. What can I tell ya? Tell me this. Have you sold anybody any of that cologne water besides Todd Benson? Mm, Empress Agnan, it's not a job, keep it exclusive for Todd. But now that he's in jail for killing his uncle, I reckon I'll put it up for public consumption. Would you like a little piece of that? Oh, not for me. Where do you keep the bottle? I never touched the stuff down in Bad Salifa. No, no, no, I'm talking about the bottle of cologne water. Oh, oh, the Empress. Well, keep it right here in this drawer. Well, now what do you know about that? I know it's gone. It sure is. Well, why you know? Here it is, way back in the back of the hall. Can you tell us any of it's gone? Can't be too sure. It does look a little emptier than it supposed to be. Look, Kienaids, how long will the smell of this stuff last? Couldn't last more than an hour at the most. Only cost 15 cents a bottle. Of course, that's confidential. Oh, I won't tell the soul. Thank you. Now, if I sprinkle some of this junk in a room and close all of the windows, then how long would it last? In a case like that, it'd smell for a whole day. Now, here's a note you might like better, my own mixture. Evening and Benson City, I call it. Oh, no, no, not today, Kienaids. No. And just in case you'd like to know, someone sneaked in here last night and stole about two cents worth of your Empress Agnes. Now, that ain't right for anyone to do a thing like that. So that's what happened, Sheriff. Somebody entered that barber shop during the night, stole that cologne water, went to Benson's, killed him, and then sprinkled Todd's cologne all over the place. That sounds reasonable enough, but how can you prove it? Go with me and let's have a talk with Farrow. I don't reckon it'll do any harm. Come on, let's go. Who is it? That's Sheriff Martin, Farrow. Just a minute, Sheriff. Now, you remember what to do, Sheriff? Yeah, sure, I know. Oh, hello, Sheriff. What can I... Oh, so you got the stranger with you. Thought you had him in jail. That's right, Farrow, except I'm using him for a witness while I'm rounding up information on Todd Benson. Sure, come in, come in. Like this, Farrow, it looks mighty bad for Todd. I was sorry to hear that, Sheriff. I didn't have nothing again, Todd. And I hate that it was the money he owed me that drove him to robbery and murder. Yeah, yeah, that's too bad. Say, there's a mighty sweet smell in this room, Sheriff. Yeah, I don't smell nothing. More than likely some special hair tonic he used, Farrow. When a fellow can find in a room with it, he can't smell it himself. What do you mean? That's the same smell that we used as evidence against Todd. I thought he was the only fellow in town who would use that stuff. You guys must be loco. I don't smell nothing. Well, I told you why you couldn't smell it, Farrow. Now look here... Now, just a minute. You must have got some of it on your clothes, Farrow. What are you driving at, Sheriff? Oh, just got the thinking. If everybody has got some of that sweet smell in Colonial Water and we ain't got no case against Todd Benson, it could have been anybody. It could even have been you, Farrow. Are you trying to accuse me of strangling old man Benson? Eh, it wasn't a second ago, but I am now. Now, don't make a move toward your gun. Your chain is too far, Sheriff. Just far enough to hang you, Farrow. Outside of me and my deputies and the stranger here, no one knew how old Dave Benson died. Tell me, how did you know he was strangled to death, Farrow? Well, I just figured that he was. You figured you'd pin the whole thing on Todd Benson. You won't get by with this. And that's for you, stranger. All right, come on, Farrow. You're going to change places with Todd Benson. [♪music playing on guitar and drums playing in background. But what are we leaving Benson City for? We're heroes. Ah, things are a little too peaceful. The town's dead from the bottom up. I'll tell you what, Dean. You stay and me and Sloell ride on. Right, Sloell? Yeah, I'm with you. Well, suits me. I'm a peaceful, loving man myself. You guys act like you've been eating local wheat. Well, good luck to you, Dean. Yeah, we'll ride back through some day and visit with you and the wife and all the kids. Yeah. I ain't even married. No, but you will be if you settle in Benson City. Well, maybe I was a little hasty. But I guess I'll try to while on with you fellas. That's what I thought. Let's make tracks out of here. [♪singing and applause. The riders of the Purple Sage, folks, and here they come again riding in to sing another of your favorite Western songs. I Was Wrong, them things. I was wrong dear when I left you. I was wrong to turn you down. Never dreamed how much I'd miss you. Till my head started spinning round and round. Oh, I was wrong to go away. Please believe me when I say I found out since I've been gone. You were right little darling I was wrong. Oh, I was wrong to go away. Please believe me when I say I found out since I've been gone. You were right little darling I was wrong. Hey, hey, hey. [♪applause. Boy Welling and the boys would kind of like to liven things up a bit with another of their special instrumental novelties featuring Johnny Paul on fiddle, Bud Seifert on accordion, and Hank Caldwell's bass. Here is what happens to Sweet Georgia Brown. [♪music. hous performance. The Texas Longhorns were a nervous breed of cattle and the cow punchers had to guard against startling a herd bedded down for the night. That's why a cowboy would sing a low quiet song or ballad when he was on night duty. It soothes the cattle and let them know his presence was familiar and friendly. Nighthawks, as these cowboys were called, originated and developed many of the songs you hear on this program. The bakers of Weber's Bread enjoy recreating the atmosphere of the Old West on the All-Star Western Theater just as they take pride in supplying your community with the finest bread. And Weber's Bread really is good bread. For breakfast, lunch, or dinner, you'll find that your entire family will like the firm, even texture and distinctive flavor of the bread in the Blue Gingham wrapper. So buy Weber's Bread when you go shopping. In of the West from out of the West with a real song of the West. From Trail of the Lonesome Pine, the writers of the Purple Sage sing one of the grandest songs of the West ever written, Twilight on the Trail. When it's twilight on the trail and I jog alone, the world is like a dream and the ripple of the stream is my song. When it's twilight on the trail and I rest once more, my feeling is the sky and the grass on which I lie is my flow. Never ever have an echo in my dreams. Never ever have a death decay. Still I understand what real contentment means. When it's twilight on the trail and my voice is still, we plant this heart of mine underneath the lonesome pine on the hill. When it's twilight on the trail. Folks, this is Troy Williams speaking for Al and Jimmy and myself and all of the writers of the Purple Sage. It's been mighty nice visiting with you and we'll all look forward to the same pleasure next week at this same time. We've seen a long thing in a song under a western moon. From Hollywood, you've heard your all-star Western theater, a VM Bear production starring America's great Western singers, Boy Willingham the writer for the Purple Sage, whose latest republic all color picture is, Out California Way. My name is Scott and Steve Clark. This program came to you from Columbia Square. KMX Los Angeles, the voice of Hollywood.
