The Bakers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western Theater. Oh, bring in a song under a western moon. From Hollywood comes your all-star Western Theater starring a multitude of great western singers, Roy Willingham, and the Riders of the Purple Saves. We welcome a return visit today from the great cowboy champion, Marty Montana. My name is Cotton C. Clark and here are the Riders of the Purple Saves. There's an old prairie tuner wending its way over the Santa Fe Trail With a captain and crew pushing on, going through over the Santa Fe Trail And there's a way at each break of day, old Captain Kidd never did it that way There's an old prairie tuner wending its way over the Santa Fe Trail Pioneering 49ers sail the way in mighty liners over the sage-dry seas Sail the way to far-off lands to the rolling, burning sands out on the lone prairie Over the Santa Fe Trail Over the Santa Fe Trail Anchored the way at each break of day, old Captain Kidd never did it that way There's an old prairie tuner wending its way over the Santa Fe Trail Excitement and fanfare and the promise of prize money has tempted many a cowboy to desert the range and follow the rodeo trail. There's plenty of fun and plenty of money in rodeoing, but it takes skill and experience to get to the top of the heap. This is the take skill and experience to bake really fine bread, like Weber's bread. Well mixed and well baked, Weber's bread has a firm, even texture, a golden brown crust, and a distinctive flavor that make it a substantial, enjoyable part of every meal. Family meal or dinner party, no matter what the occasion, you'll find that everyone enjoys the extra freshness and flavor of Weber's bread. And good bread in the Blue Gingham wrapper. Buy a loaf of Weber's bread next time you shop. You'll like it. Back now to the writers of the Purple Sage and their western rendition of another of your favorite old heart ballads. Relax and reminisce as they sing for you, yearning. Yearning just for you, that's all I do, my dear. Learning why to look, I wish that you were near. My heart's out of control, they've helped me win. Yearning just for you, I hope you're yearning too. My heart's out of control, they've helped me win. Yearning just for you, I hope you're yearning too. Well, it's adventure time out west with the writers of the Purple Sage, so let's see what bubbles and experiences are in store for our three men of the west today as the curtain rises on your all-star western theater. You'll find our three writers of the Purple Sage, Foy, Al, and Jimmy rodeo bound down Carsonville Way just across the border from Old Mexico. With $2,000 in prize money to lure them on, they ride saddle weary toward the rodeo town. After all, it's a lot easier and more fun to line your pockets with prize money than to spend 30 days line riding, fixing fences, and punching calves. Of course, there's always the possibility that a cowboy won't pay them the money, but don't try to tell him that he won't until he fails to do so. Well, boys, there's the life of Carsonville. Yeah, it ain't one too soon to suit me. Me neither. I'm tired, hungry, and curious. I don't know what I'd rather do, go to bed, eat, or see the town. I have an idea you'll see the town. Well, naturally. The first thing we'd better do is enter our names for the rodeo event. I'd sure hate to miss out after riding this far. Yeah, and it's going to be a big stake for me about six inches high and a foot square. Oh, then let's move up. It's getting late. You get up. Well, all right, gentlemen, what can I do for you? Reckon we could do with a place to sleep. You boys are in luck to have one room left. But there's three of us. Are there enough beds for us? There's only one bed in the room, but double bed. Well, Dean, I reckon you'll have to sleep on the floor. Well, it won't take long, Dean. Uh, you've got the softest mattress. Well, now, how about taking the room and quit arguing about who'll sleep on the floor before somebody else steps right up and rents it right out of Munder's, huh? I can tell you're the smart one of the three. Thank you. Yes, this town's running over with rodeo people. Everybody and the dogs always come to Cornsville for the rodeo. Oh, by the way, where do we make entry for the event? Right across the street at Buck Portland Saloon. We just got until about midnight. Oh, how much money for the room? Let me see, it'd be a dollar a piece for the two sleeping in the bed. Four vets for the man to sleep on the floor. All right, here's the money for two nights. Thank you, gentlemen. I'll send up the towel and the washpan and water. Much obliged. Come on, boys, let's go over and check in for the rodeo. Yeah, I'll do it. There's the entry desk over there. Yeah, let's get in line. So you guys sign up for me. I'm going to move around a little bit. Okay, what do you want to go in for? Well, putting me down for the wild cow milking event. I've always wanted to try that ever since I was a little squirt. Oh, okay, come on, Dean. Okay. All right, friends, here's your numbers. That'll be a $25 entry fee. Here you are, much obliged. Next, Monty Montana, click, ride, and then we're open. Well, well, Monty Montana, I was beginning to wonder if you'd show up. Yeah, I was a little late getting in, Bob, but I brought my wife and Monty Jr. along. Well, with you folks on hand, I know this year's rodeo will be a big success, Monty. Well, thank you, sir. I'll see you in the rodeo tomorrow. Fine, get a good night's rest. Yes, sir, farewell. Next. Say, wasn't that Monty Montana? That was him. The best doggone rodeo showman in America for my money. Him and his wife and youngin' are going to do some exhibition riding and ropin'. They're a great rodeo troop, all right. Yeah, the best of the west. Now, what event do you want, friend? Put me down for calf ropin'. The name is Boy Willing. Boy Willing. My friend here, Jimmy Dean, will go in for bronc ridin'. Jimmy Dean. Then give me another number for Al Sloey. Al Sloey. A wild cow milker. All right, boys. Here you are, that'll be $65. Here you are, much obliged. And good luck to you. Thanks. Come on, Dean, let's look the town over. Okay. Where'd Al go? Oh, there he is over there, talking to the barkeep. Yeah, wonder what kind of a line he'd say if not the next. Boy, there ain't a better telling in the world. Believe it or not, nine-ball, I milked that wild cow across the finish line to establish a new world record. Senor, you must be a very fast wild cow milker. Pretty fast, all right. Tomorrow I'm gonna make an attempt to break my own record. That is, providing I get a good roper. Maybe like Senor Monty Montana? Yeah, Monty's pretty good. Of course, he ain't the roper that I am. I'm even thinking about doing my own roping and milking, too. Well, let's see, hey, do you know Monty Montana? I never met him, Senor Slowy. Well, he's an old pal of mine. He's a little jealous of me, though. How is that, Senor? Well, it might sound like bragging. I like to hear you brag. Tell me. Well, just between you and me, I thought Monty had a handle on those. No. Sure did. Never forget the time he walked up to me and he says... Hey, friend, you got an extra entry blank there? Well, sure, stranger, here you are. Much obliged. See you boys for the show tomorrow. Yeah. He walks up to me and he says... Hey, Senor, do you know who the man was that just asked you for the entry blank? No, probably some cowboy that'll beat out of his money there. That was Senor Monty Montana? Nice looking fella. So he walks up to me and he says, who? He... Well, boys, figuring out hitting the hay? Yeah, I reckon we might as well. Well, that is, there ain't nothing else in the way of excitement going on. Well, some of the cowboys in room 207 playing... playing dominoes. Calipin dominoes? That's more games. Boy, I'm glad we got our entry money paid before you found that out. Boy, you better come on and go to the room with us. I ain't gonna waste my time sleeping. I'll see you later, boy. Yeah, remember we told you so. Man, old man, I guess you'll never learn. Well, the first two men in the room get to sleep in the bed and... Hey, that's right. How about it, friend? Can you put us up for the night? How many lad are in your potty, friend? We ain't throwing no potty. We just want a room to sleep. No, you boys are in luck. I have one room left, but it has double beds. Well, that'll reprobate. What was that, friend? I said it's getting kind of late. Yes, it is. Come on, Dean, let's go. What's that? What's that? Dean, Dean, answer the door. Hey, hey, Dean, wake up. What do you want? Answer the door. Hello, door. Oh, I'll get it. Uh, you asleep? Oh, no, I'm up picking hard shoes. Come on in here and go to bed. I'm not quite ready for you. Could you let me have about ten bucks? Ten bucks? Well, tonight I wouldn't even let you have ten cents. But I was just getting... Yeah, I know, I know. There's the floor. You made your bed, now lie in it. Oh, God. Floyd, if I'd have had ten more bucks, I'd have cleaned them. Uh-huh. Good night, Floyd. I'm afraid it's going to be up to you and Dean to win the money. That calf I drew gave me more trouble than a mean mother-in-law. Yeah, I saw that. That baby was really a wildin', man. Oh, man. Dean, you're up next in the bronc riding event. Better get ready. Okay, uh, yeah, you can help me with the milk after that. And don't forget, Floyd, the wild cow milkin' is up next. I'm ready in a rarin', that's all. All right, ladies and gentlemen, we're about ready for the next ride in the Bear Bad bronc event. So hang on to your seats. Jimmy Dean is going to come out of chute number five in just a few moments on that wild man killer El Hobo. And he'll have to make a mighty good ride to compete with the member of his team performed here in Carsonville today. While we're waiting for Dean to take a seat on El Hobo, let us remind you of the event that followed, the wild cow milking contest. Now, there's the event that is filled with laughter and frills. Right now, we're witnessing the spectacular Monty Montana with his pretty wife Louise and Monty Jr. as they thrill the crowd with their sensational ridin' and trickropein'. Now, there's the finale of their famous rodeo act. As Monty's old eight-heart is running abreast, his hat goes up in the air and Montana gets a great big hand from the spectators. Now, we're looking down into the chute and we see Jimmy Dean as aboard El Hobo. He gives the signal, the chute opens, and out comes Jimmy Dean. Now, here comes the home. And just a few moments. Yeah, it looks as if Dean has had some hard luck. Just a few moments, we'll be back with the wild cow milking event. Everybody please stand by. Oh, that sad-blamed horse didn't have something left to come out of his chute. Oh, what happened, Jimmy? Well, when I geared myself to come out of his chute, that horse humped when he should have jumped and I went right over his head. Now, if I don't come up with a wild cow milking money, then we're going to be at 65 bucks. Now, don't worry about me. If that cow I draw gives milk, I'll get it. Yeah, you'd better. If you don't, it means we're going to have to go to work. No, anything but that. Who do you want to rope the cow for, you, me or Dean? Well, maybe Dean is better doing it. Well, I don't mind roping, but racking with that cow while you turn the milk is too much for me. Well, you'd just better decide which one of us is best for the job, because if we don't win this event, we're goners now. What's the matter, boys? You got troubles? You just ain't a-kiddin'. Hey, you're Marty Montell. That's right. My name's Willing. This is Al Flory and Jimmy Dean. Hello, Marty. Hello, Willing. Hiya, man. What's your trouble? Well, to be honest about it, Marty, Dean and me missed the money on our event. Now, if Flory don't come in with the bacon on the wild cow milkin', we're gonna be broke right on a pancake. Well, what's your problem? Trying to figure out which one of us should do the roping? Yeah, neither one of us is very good. Well, you've got a right to choose your own man, and I'm just a hankering to rope something. Are you a kiddin'? No, I mean it. Well, that's good enough for me. Let's get going. Come on, man. Come on, man. And now we're ready for the last contestant in the wild cow milking event, Al Flory, number 13. The best time to now has been 41 seconds, the time made by Chuck Carter, the flying A-Risk. Now, remember what the contestant has to do. The cow is released from the chute, the roper ropes and mugs are holed to cow while the milker attempts to cover the bottom of an ordinary pop bottle with milk and raises a foot to the finish line. And we've just learned that Flory has Monte Montaners as roper, which means about 10 or 15 seconds to his credit to go with. There goes the cow. The flag is down and Montaners after her like a flag. He swings by his rope. There's the throw coming out of the saddle while his horse takes up the slack on the rope. Now he has the cow to the horns, and here comes Flory in a hard run with the pop bottle. The cow is trying to get the rope out of the chute, but the cow is out of the chute. Now he has the cow to the horns, and here comes Flory in a hard run with the pop bottle. The cow is trying to break away, but Monte Montaners holds on to him. There it goes. Flory breaks away in a hard run for the finish line. We can see the white milk in the bottle as he runs, running like a fresh shot at Jack Rebbit. Then he goes across the finish line and it looks like the best time yet. And it is. That's where the judges clock out Flory for 39 seconds. Well the prize money for that event wasn't too much, but it sure keeps us out of the hole. Well it kept us from going to work. Yeah, a camper over there would have paid $400 if you hadn't have messed it up. And that $350 bronc riding you did ain't to be bragged about. Well, I got a bad break. What do you think I got with that stubborn calf I tried to rope? Well all I know is that I got a hundred bucks for milking that cow. I got that. Yeah, but what about our $65 entry fee? Oh, what you beefing about? That's $35 profit. It's better than nothing, all right. That brings our total budget up to $119 after discounting your domino game last night, Flory. Well, I just got a bad break there, boy. Yeah, but I wonder how that old boy feels that you beat it out of that $100 by two seconds. Yeah, I saw him later and he looked like he'd lost his last friend. He speaks to the devil and he appears. Oh, yeah, here he comes in. Well, hi Carter, how are you? All right, I reckon. Sorry I beat you out in the milking event there. Me too, sure needed that money. Had to invent some clothes that don't reckon it hit me too hard. About two seconds apart, weren't you? Yeah, you can't begin to know what that two seconds difference meant to me. What do you mean, Carter? Well, there's going to be a new addition to my family and I staked my last nickel for entry money in that event. That's too bad. Yeah, I can understand how you feel when a new baby comes along. It costs money, all right. You ain't just kidding. That's something I ain't got none of. Oh, gosh, Carter, that makes me feel mighty bad. Oh, can't hold again you, Flory. Well, reckon I'll walk over and sweat that card game over there. See you boys later. Yeah, okay. You know, that was sure a tough break, all right. Yeah, I feel sorry for him. Wish you hadn't told us about him. Me too. Say, how much money did you say we had? We got $119 all told. That's a lot of money, all right. Yeah, and we'll probably run through it in a couple of days. You know, it'd be better if we was broke. Maybe we'd get to doing a little work instead of ticking on these guitars and loafing and singing. Yeah, I feel the same way. Well, what do you boys think about it, huh? It's all right with me. Yeah, me too. I've always been in favor of settling down for a spell and working for a living. Who's going to do it? Not me. It's up to you, Flory. After all, you won the money from me. Well, we'll all three do it. I'll do the talking. What are you going to tell him? I don't know, something. Call him over here. Okay. Carter! Yeah? Come over here a minute. Yeah, what's up, boys? We want to talk to you. Sure, what's on your mind? Tell him, Flory. Well, it's like this, Carter, since you told us that the stork was going to make a call out of your place. Well, I thought I'd just go ahead and tell you what a dirty trick I did you and try to make amends for you. I don't get what you mean. Well, it's like this. I didn't really win that cow milk and money. That is fair. But to me, like you did. Well, I know it, but that wasn't milk I had in that bottle. While I was running down toward that cow to milk her, I squirted some chalk water out of a tube I had in my shirt pocket. All I did was touch the cow and then head for the finish line. If I'd really milked her, I'd have got you to beat me about ten seconds. What's the idea of telling me about it? Well, here's a hundred bucks. It's rightfully yours. I don't know what to say. Mighty white are you meant to do this? Ah, thank you, I'll have it. Just don't tell nobody what I told you. Oh, I won't, Flory. Believe me, the baby in me won't forget you. It's all right, Carter. Well, we'll see you later. Come on, boys. We've got to get moving on. So long, boys. And again, thanks for everything. Okay, Carter. See you again. There you are. I not could help overheating what took place. Is that right? See, and those three boys have a heart of gold. That was indeed a noble thing for them to do. Sure was kind of them. They sure are swell guys. And your wife is going to have a baby? What is going to be a boy or a girl? I ain't got no wife. What do you mean you've got no wife? No, it's my horse. We're going to have a new baby coat. Your horse is going to have a baby coat. Mother of me, Carter. Well, boys, we may be chumped, but I feel like we did a mighty good turn giving that fella his hundred dollars. Yeah, me too. You know, it makes me feel kind of good inside. Yeah, but I had to make myself out of crook to do it, so. Oh, that's all right. You know, I hope it's a girl. Well, I'd kind of like for it to be a boy. Maybe he'll get sentimental and name it Al Chloe Carter after me, you know. What a name. Well, let's write up. We got to find work. Ripping a long thing in a song. Heard with the writers of the Purple Sage in today's story where Harry Lang is nine ball, Dick Ryan is way co, Hank Caldwell and Johnny Paul, Monty Montana is himself. Here again are the writers of the Purple Sage. Cowboy, hop on your pony. Healy, healy, oh, right now, boy, we'll make an intone thing. Healy, healy, oh, long weary day. That's your road to travel. But we'll make the ball. Hey, all the titles riding cattle. Carefree trail. Healy, healy, oh, moving doggy. Time is a way to sing. I'm not impatient, but why don't you hate singing? You ought to know that certain someone's waiting. You ought to know that the captain's waiting. Contrascading arms will unfold this trail heard in cowboys singing. You know, every so often the writers of the Purple Sage step out of the West into the field of popular music to bring you a current favorite in Western style. We think you'll like their rendition of Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, Man and Train. Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-a-Dee-A. My, oh, my, what a wonderful day. Plenty of sunshine heading my way. Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-a-Dee-A. Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder. It's the truth, it's actual. Everything is satisfactual. Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-a-Dee-A. Wonderful feeling, wonderful day. Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder. It's the truth, it's actual. Everything is satisfactual. Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-a-Dee-A. Wonderful feeling, wonderful day. 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We know you folks were pleasantly surprised to hear again from that great all-around cowboy champion, your good friend and ours, Marty Montana. For willing, throw a rope on him and bring him back up here to visit with the folks. You know, he's just as shade bashful, Cotton. I can't help that. This radio makes me sort of that way, boys. What does the rodeo do for you, Marty? Well, that's a different story. I'd rather look a mad bull in the eye than to talk in one of these lame things. You can have your mad bull. I'll take the microphone. Well, then how about you boys singing one of my favorite songs into it? We have it all ready for you, Marty. It's that famous classic of the West, Tumbling Tumbleweed. Woo! Where do the paths go behind? No, where they go but outside. Just where the trail will wind. Resting along with the tumbling tumbleweed. I know when night has gone. That a new world's born at dawn. I'll keep rolling along. Deep in my heart is the song. Here on the range I belong. Resting along with the tumbling tumbleweed. I know when night has gone. That a new world's born at dawn. I'll keep rolling along. Deep in my heart is the song. Here on the range I belong. Resting along with the tumbling tumbleweed. Wow! Resting along singing a song under a western moon. From Hollywood you have heard your all-star western theater, a VM Bear production starring America's great western singers, Four Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sea, now being featured in Republic's all-color western, Out California Way. My name is Cotton C. Clark, asking you to keep company with us again next week at this same time. This program came to you from Columbia Square. K.N. Exelis Angulus, the voice of Hollywood.
