The Bakers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western Theater. We sing a long thing and a song under a western moon. Applause. From Hollywood comes your all-star Western Theater starring a multitude of great western singers, Boy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Saves. Our guest today is Republic Pictures' outstanding star, Donald Barry. My name is Cotton Seed Clark and here are the Riders of the Purple Saves. Riding down the Santa Fe, just beyond the mountains and across the waves, to see that sun hang low in the west, for the land I'm loving the best. Here we go, my old pen-o, gotta see a preacher by the gals, so let's burn the trail and yonder we'll go. Riding down the Santa Fe, hey, riding down the Santa Fe, riding down the Santa Fe, gonna see the balsam, I'll collect my pegs. Need a hundred dollars or more to get that ring she's been waiting for. Don't be slow, my old pen-o, she'll be there waiting at the door, so let's burn the trail and yonder we'll go. Riding down the Santa Fe, hey, riding down the Santa Fe. Applause. Cow punchers who rode the reins in the days of the great cattle kingdoms were independent critters. They knew cattle. They knew how to handle the routine of ranching life, and all they asked of the ranch boss was fair treatment and good food. Westerners today demand good food, too, and that's why Weber's bread is so popular, because Weber's bread is good food, good bread. It's well mixed and well baked. It has a firm, even texture and a distinctive flavor that make it blend well with other foods. For breakfast, lunch, in between snacks, and for dinner, Weber's bread really hits the spot. Next time you go shopping, buy Weber's bread and try it. Your entire family will enjoy the famous bread in the Blue Gingham wrapper. Among your favorite popular heart ballads is this next offering by the writers of the Purple Sade. Our singing stars offer their western rendition of To Each His Own. Our roads must remain with the sun and the rain, for its lovely promise won't come true. To each his own, to each his own, and my own is you. What good is a song if the words don't belong, and a dream must be a dream for true? No good alone to each his own, for me there's you. If a flame is to grow, there must be a goal. To open each door, there's a key. I need you, I know I can't let you go. You're too much to me. You live, but insist on two more to be killed, or they'll never know what love can do. To each his own, I found my own, one and only you. You live, but insist on two more to be killed, or they'll never know what love can do. To each his own, I found my own, one and only you. As we raise the curtain on your all-star Western theater for today, we welcome a return visit from the screen's outstanding feature player and character actor, Donald Barry. Our guest star is heard as Jim Farr in a story of the West written especially for him entitled, New Mexico Badman, with the writers of the Purple Sage, Boy Willing, Al Floy, and Jimmy Dean. As we join the writers of the Purple Sage for this week's adventure of the West, we find them riding across the state line of Texas and to the state of New Mexico. Well, that's a goodbye to Texas. That's right, and howdy to New Mexico. Hey, where does this road lead us to? Well, I think this takes us into Portales. You know, come to think of it, this is the country where that famous gunman, Jim Farr, has been operating. Yeah, you know, I've been hearing a lot about him. I wonder why he ain't been caught. Well, there's nothing to catch him for. Nobody's got anything on him. That is, nothing that proves he was actually on the wrong side of the law. Well, that's funny. From what I've heard tell, he's shot up most every town and every place he's been around. That's the strange part about it. It seems he's always getting mixed up into things that's none of his business, and winds up having to shoot or fight his way out of trouble. Just a hot-headed young fella that's afraid of nothing short of Satan. Yeah, you know, he's stacked up a powerful reputation. I was talking to Tom Camel over in Millefeuille about him the other night. Tom said he was a pretty nice guy. Well, why is he always mixed up in trouble? Well, according to Tom, this Jim Farr has a powerful urge to hunt out trouble, just for the fun of seeing how he can get out of it alive. Yeah, well, I don't get it myself. I mean, either. All I know is he's supposed to have everybody scared to death of him. And what's more, he seems to know it and enjoy it. Yeah, well, somebody will quiet him down one of these fine days. Well, right now we'd better ride up. We're going to get into this next town in the dark. Yeah, I reckon we'd better. Yeah, come on, Lord, get up there a little. Well, here's a crossroads leading in four directions. Which one do we take here? You got me there. With our luck, we're sure to take the wrong one. Well, it's a cinch. We just can't sit here. Well, looks to me like there ought to be a sign of some kind around here. Yeah. Well, here comes a fellow riding his way now. Maybe he can tell us. Well, it'd be a fine come-off if he didn't know any more than we do. Now, don't be so encouraging, D. Well, I'm just basing the facts, that's all. Well, we'll soon find out. Howdy, stranger. Howdy, men. What if you could help us out? Be glad to, if I can, what's the trouble? Which one of these roads is it that takes us to Portales? The one to the right, only about five miles. Much obliged to you. Until you came along and had a stump. I'm riding up there myself, if you don't mind a little company. Be glad to have you. Fall in. Much obliged. What part of the country are you from, stranger? Almost anywhere. Just wondered if you knew of this fellow Jim Farrell we've heard so much about. Yeah, what'd you hear about him? Oh, a little bit of everything. He's got a mighty big reputation over in Texas. From what we hear there, he's got everybody in New Mexico scared to death of him. Is that right? Well, that might be a pretty good way of doing business. When people are shy from you, then you're always 50% ahead of them. You might have something there. By the way, my name's Willing. This is Al Slower and Jimmy Dean. Glad to know you, men. My name is... How are you? Hi. Just call me Joe. Are you pretty well acquainted around Portales, Joe? Well, I'm afraid so. That is, I know a lot of people there. Well, we're going to try to hook up with some outfit there. We needn't work pretty bad. What do you say we move over there? I'd like to get in there enough to find a good place to eat and sleep. Suit me. Let's ride out. Yeah. Come on, boys. There. It's not a bad looking little town. I hope the food's good. And the bed is soft. Here's the best rooming house in town. Let's pull in here. How about you boys run in and see if you can get some room? All right. Come on, Dean. All right with you. We won't be long. And don't forget, I want a bed, not a pallet. You fellas say you've never been here before? No. We're new to these parts. You want to watch the step around here. It's a pretty rough town. So I've heard. This is where that fella Jim Farr had one of his big run-ins, isn't it? Reckon he's left Portales, though, for keeps. Maybe so. Maybe no. Tell you something, Joe. You'll keep it under your hat. Sure. Well, just between you and me now, I'm the only man in the country who would ever make Jim Farr back down. Is that so? Well, tell me about it. Well, just between us. He walks into a saloon over a mule shoe one night, and I accidentally bumped into him. He flies off the handle quick, like so I asked him if he wanted to make something of it. Now, this is getting right interesting. Tell me more. Well, just between us. Being hot-tempered like he is, you know, he makes a pass at me. I ducked and let him have a pass under the chin and it floored him. Well, I bet that made him sit up and take notice. Oh, you just ain't a kid and I scared him half to death. Well, no sooner did he hit the floor than he reaches for his gun. And then what happened? Well, I snapped my.45 and shot his gun out of his hand, and then he took off like a fresh-fired jackrabbit. I scared me most half to death. I scared him most half to death. Not me. I'm getting scared, too. Yeah, I guess it would scare him. Of course, now, this is just between us. Anybody else would think I was bragging or something like that. Oh, I won't tell a soul. And you know, I sure admire a man that'll stand up to Jim Farr. Oh, it wasn't nothing much. I was just too good for him, that's all. Here comes Willing and Dean. Got us all fixed up for room, boys. Now, how about stirring up a little grub? Now you're talking the language I understand best. Let go to me, too. We can get something to eat over across the street at Carter's Balloons. They got pretty good food there. Well, then let's get going. You say it's been quite a spell since you've been in these bars, huh, Joe? Yeah, it was pretty hot when I left here. That is, it was summer. The weather was awfully hot. Mm-hmm. Hey, you know, I hope that steak I'm going to order will be big, thick, and rare. I just hope we can land a job around here so we can keep on eating. It's a good habit to try to break, all right? You're right. Say, what's everybody looking to their for? Maybe they heard I was coming. Maybe they heard how you made Jim Ford take cover. What is that you said? Oh, he didn't say nothing. Here, let's sit over here at these tables. Say, the way everybody's fighting down, you'd think, well, you'd think Jim Ford walked in. Yeah. And, uh, what, what can I do for you men? Bring me a big, juicy steak. Came for me. Meet him well. Well done on mine. Just change mine a little on each side. And, and for you, Mr. Farr? Bring me a ham steak and make it thick. What? What did he call you? For a minute, I thought he said Farr. He did. Jim Farr. That's me. Boy, oh boy. Am I in trouble. Been holding out on us, haven't you, Jim? Yeah, I reckon I did, but no harm done. Anyway, Floyd knew who I was all the time. Are you kidding? No, we had a little run-in over in Newshue one time. Didn't we, Floyd? Yeah, yeah, that's right. I, I guess, uh, now look here, Jim, I, uh... Forget it. Uh, Floyd, you never told us anything about that. Yeah, what's going on? Well, well, that is, uh, I'll tell you about it some other time. Uh-huh. Boys, I'm not as bad a man as I've got the reputation of being. I can believe that, all right, Jim, but according to what we've heard, you've been into a lot of trouble. Well, I reckon I have. Seems like trouble just follows me around. Yeah, but what about all the men you're supposed to have killed? I never killed a man in my life. Of course, I've crippled up quite a few. Well, that's how talk gets around. From what I've heard of you, you'd kill more men than you could shake a stick at. Yeah, over in Texas, they say that Jim Farr leaves a trail of widows and orphans behind him from here to Brexford. The law hasn't a thing on me, and there's no law against a man protecting himself, even if he overdoes it a little bit. I just happen to be a shade fast with my gun, and when I shoot him, I know right where the slug's gonna land. Right now, I'm ready for that stake, and the sooner that waiter gets here, the better I'm gonna like it. What's the matter with you, boss? Sitting at that table over there with them three other fellas. You know, Dawson, after that big scrape he got in the last time, I don't see how he had the nerve to come back here at all. Jim Farr's got the nerve to do anything. Hank, Hank, come here. Yeah, boss, what's up? Hey, Jim Farr's sitting out there, and I want you to... Alex, boss, you're figuring on me going out and starting anything with him. You'd better think again. No, not that. But this is just what I've been waiting for. What do you mean? That newspaper man Phillips who's been giving me a lot of trouble here lately. I don't get you. Phillips blasted Farr but good the last time Farr was in town. He spread his name all over the front page. What's that got to do with it? Plenty. This is my chance to get rid of Phillips for keeps and put a price on Farr's head. Phillips is hot-hemp at two and pretty handy with a gun. Oh, now I'm beginning to catch on. You beat it off down to the newspaper office and tell Phillips that Farr is at my saloon gunning for him. Phillips is fool enough to come down here and cold his hand. All right, boss, leave it to me. I know what to do. Well, that was a bad stake. I hope I don't fall over dead now. What do you mean? This fellow Carter who owns the saloon doesn't like me any too well. He might have poisoned my stake. All right, Farr. I hear you don't go for the way I operate my newspaper. I didn't even know you had a newspaper. Who are you? I'm Phillips. So what? I still don't know you. There ain't no room in this town for outlaws like you, and I'm telling you to keep moving. And I'm telling you to shut up and get out of my way before I push your face in. John Slick, don't push me around to get by with it. The honest citizens of this town see to that. That's too bad. Now step aside. I'll leave this town when I get good and ready. We'll see about that. Then see about this, too. Oh, you're... Watch it, Jim. He's going on you. Now if anybody else wants to make trouble, then commence to begin. Come on, boys. He's just winged. Boy, he's out cold, Jim. Yeah, he's passed out. He'll be all right. I'm packing my roll and getting out of this town. Go to the boarding house with you, Jim. I've got an idea of where not to walk him around here either. Then let's go. See? That's how I get into trouble. Hey, one of your men. Give me a hand with the editor. All right, boss. We'll put him up on this table and bring him, too. All right. Must be pretty bad hood. Hey, this man is dead. Yeah, well, he was shot right through the heart. Well, boys, it looks to me as if Jim Farr has carried his gunplay a mile too far. He ought to be screw up. If we let him get by with this, we're crazy. I'll put it around that hotel. Now you're talking, men. Stop gathering up volunteers. Hey! Hey! Take Phillips' body over to the undertakers and have his family notified. All right, men. We got to work fast. Come on. Let's go, men. Come on. Let's get him. They said he was dead, Jim, and they've got the place around him. But I didn't kill him, I tell you. That slug cut him in the arm just under the shoulder. I know. The fellow downstairs claimed he was plugged right through the heart. There's something wrong. I know I didn't hit him in the body. He can't be dead. This is a frame-up. Just the same, Jim. You're in a mighty bad trouble. That mob down there means business. I'm sorry that you boys are mixed up in this. Well, I don't reckon they got anything against us. Just the fact that we were with you. Well, that's enough. There ain't but one thing for me to do. Well, what do you mean? Start out the front door and shoot my way as far as I can get. Well, that won't get you anywhere, Jim. Well, how can you be sure your slug didn't catch him in the heart? I told you boys before. When I fire a gun, I know where the bullet lands. Believe me, I do. I didn't kill him. There's something wrong. I know there is. Dean, stay here with Jim. Floyd, you come with me. What are you going to do? I just got an idea. Come on, Floyd. We've got to talk our way through that mob. Hey, here comes a couple of his gun flicked friends now. We ought to string them up, too. Just a minute, you men. You might as well tell the choir to come on out of there. Wait a minute. Quiet, everybody. Far as that's us, come to see the Undertaker. After that, he'll come down and surrender. All right, but don't cry nothing or we'll hang you men with it. Well, we won't try anything, I promise you. All we want to do is see that Undertaker. Let him through, man. We've still got the fire crap, and he's the man we're after anyway. Yeah, that's all right. Now, look, Clem. Ain't nobody know about this but you and me and Carter. Is that clear? But look here, Hank, it's my duty as an Undertaker to report this. You ain't going to report nothing if you know what's good for you. But look here. All right, both of you, start reaching. What is it? You'll find out if you make it past your gun. Now, look, look here, boys. I ain't mixed up in this at all. What do you men want? A report from this Undertaker how Phillips died. He was shot in the heart by Jim Far. You know that. Far claims he was shot in the arm, and he usually knows the direction he's shooting. Now, come on, there ain't no time to argue it. Well, here, I'll tell you what... Shut up, Clem! You shut up before you're stressed out alongside Phillips. There's a.45 slug that came out of Phillips' arm just under the shoulder, and here's a.22 slug that came out of his heart. That's what I thought. All right, Mr. Undertaker, you're going to take a walk with us and do a little talking. I'll talk. And you're coming along, too, friends. All right, I'll go. Here's Carter's henchman and the Undertaker, Jim. You don't need to ask him any questions. We got all the information you want. There was two slugs in Phillips' body. And I have an idea who fired the other one. I think Hank can tell us. I don't know nothing about this. Hank, either you start talking or start praying. I look far. Okay, you want to talk, too, and don't tell me anything, and I'll tell you what I know. You want to talk? You want to talk? You want to talk? Do as much as you like. Come on, let's talk. You want to talk? You want to talk? You want to talk? You want to talk? Yeah, you want to talk. talking or start praying. I'll look for her. I'll tell all I know. Then commence to begin. Well, Carter plugged Phillips with a muffles 22 just as you fired. He was out to get rid of Phillips and you too. Yeah, that's what I found in Phillips's body, these two slugs. That's good enough for me. Come on, Hank, you too, Clem. After you do a little explaining to that mob downstairs, I'm going to deliver the man they want. Well, it couldn't have worked out better, Dawson. That mob out there is going to take just so long and then they're going to make a run on that hotel and pull Jim Farr out of there by his neck. That'll be the last of the famous Jim Farr. Farr, how did you get away? It was easy, Carter. And as long as I was on the loose, I thought I would invite you to my hangin'. Well, what'd you come here for? To pull you out of here by your neck. Now, look here. I had nothing to do with all this. According to Hank and the Undertaker, you did. They're lying, Farr. They're lying to you. I've either got to believe them or you, and you have two different stories to tell. Believe me, I ain't lying to you. If I believe you, that mob will string me up. If I believe Hank and the Undertaker, they string you up. Now, what would you do in my place? Now, look here. Listen to me, Farr. I'm telling the truth, Farr. Shut up. Yes, yes. I ain't saying nothing else. Don't draw your guns, Farr. Don't draw them. You know I ain't got a chance against you. I ain't gonna draw unless you reach first. Then what are you gonna do? Best as soon as I get close enough, I'm gonna knock your head right off of your shoulders, Carter. Well, listen, Farr. Farr, you can't do this. I did not... I guess that'll keep him peaceful for a while. Don't look at me, Farr. I ain't in on this. Yeah, maybe not. But I don't like your looks either. So here's one for you. Oh, me. I wish I didn't enjoy doing these things so doggone much. Maybe I could stay out of trouble for a while. Well, Jim, you were mighty wise turning Carter over to the sheriff instead of that mob. Yeah, if I know anything about the juries in these parks, he'll string anyway. Well, here's the crossroads where we first met. I wouldn't take anything for having run across you, men. Sure glad to hear you say that, Jim. Yeah, you've kind of taught me that there are two ways to do things, the right and the wrong way. Well, I was mighty proud to learn that Jim Farr wasn't the bad man they had him painted up to be. Boys, from here on in, I'm going to do my best to walk the straight and narrow. Well, that's great, Jim. Just watch that temper of yours. Yep, there's never been at once but one man that ever made me back up. Who was that? Al Slowy. Slowy? Are you kidding? Get him to tell you about it sometime. Go on, boys. I'll be riding on here. Good luck to you all. Thank you. Jim, the same to you. See you later. Hey, Slowy, was he kidding about you? Maybe so, maybe no. Come on, let's ride up. Ripping along, sing in a song. Thank you, Donald Barry. Heard what our guests are today were Harry Lang, Eddie Fields, and Johnny Paul, the writers of the Purple Sages themselves. Donald Barry, well, we've got a lot to talk about. I think we've got a lot of time for you. I'd like to hear from you. I'd like to hear from you, too, Mr. Farr. We've got a lot to talk about. I'm not sure I could get you to do this, but I think we've got a lot to talk about. I don't think we've got a lot of time for you. We're going to do it. We've got a lot of time for you. We're going to do it. We've got a lot of time for you. Thank you, Donald Barry. Let's listen now to another of those fine songs of the West by America's great Russian singing stars, the writers of the Purple Sage, singing Bob Will's famous San Antonio Rose. Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Antonio. 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 blue up above. Moonlit paths that only she would know, still hears my broken song of love. Moon in all your splendor, though only my heart. Call back my old rose of sun and foam. Little sweet and tender like petals falling apart. Speak once again of my love, my own. Oh, broken song, empty words I know, still live in my heart all alone. Oh, that moonlit path by the Alamo and rose, my rose of sun and foam. Moon in all your splendor, though only my heart. Call back my old rose of sun and foam. Little sweet and tender like petals falling apart. Speak once again of my love, my own. Oh, broken song, empty words I know, still live in my heart all alone. Oh, that moonlit path by the Alamo and rose, my rose of sun and foam. Rose of sun and foam. Applause. 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Don, today marks your seventh visit to the All-Star Western Theater, and believe me, we always join with our listeners in looking forward to your return. Thank you, four, that's nice. And believe me, folks, it's a real pleasure coming here and taking part in this Grand Western show, especially to hear the writers of the Purple Sage sing. As I say so long to you folks, I'm going to ask them to sing one more of one of my favorite tunes, I should say, entitled, I Still Do. Coming right up, Don. And until we see you again so long and good luck to you. Applause. Darling, many happy hours have passed away since you and I were a tiny little boy and girl playing beneath the summer sky. Do you recall the day I was holding up to say I love you dear, I want you near, and I still do. If only I would tell how I loved to the girl, I knew that I was too big for her, but a little gal like you and I still do. Darling, close your weary eyes, let me take you by the hand and straightway lead you through the path back to happy childhood land. There we'll live again, the same as we did then, among the flowers we claimed and ours and we still do. If only I would tell how I loved to the girl, I knew that I was too big for her, but a little gal like you and I still do. Applause. Thank you very much, folks. It sure was nice to have you to visit with us again today. Until next week, this is Boy Willings speaking for Al Floyd, Jimmy Dean, and all of the writers of the Purple Sades. And good luck to you all. Applause. From Hollywood, you have heard your all-star Western theater, a VM Bear production starring America's great Western singers, Boy Willings and the writers of the Purple Sades. Our guest star, Donald Barry, may be currently seen in Republic's The Last Crooked Mile. My name is Cotton C. Tarkin inviting you to be with us again next week at this same time. 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