The Bakers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western theater. Rifting along, singing a song under a western moon. Blue. Applause. From Hollywood comes your all-star Western theater, starring America's great Western singers, Boy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage, and a heartwarming human story of an unusual man and his faithful partner. And now, the Riders of the Purple Sage. There's a rainbow over the range, and the skies are blue again. The rolling thunder spells in the far-off hills. There's a rainbow over the range. Hear the cowboys' yippee-i-o while the doge is mill and low. The sun is riding high in the prairie sky. There's a rainbow over the range. I've been told there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow lane. But I found the trail just a magic veil that's born in the wind and rain. It's a grand and glorious day, and the clouds have rolled away. The fading thunder stills in the far-off hills. There's a rainbow over the range. I've been told there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow lane. But I found the trail just a magic veil that's born in the wind and rain. It's a grand and glorious day, and the clouds have rolled away. The fading thunder stills in the far-off hills. There's a rainbow over the range. More willing, I believe you wanted to say a word here. Well, Terry, I just wanted to mention a little romantic song with a Western spirit, which has won its place in today's hit parade class. And a lot of people have to like a song before it can be given that distinction. I'm talking about Adobe Hacienda, of course, which the boys and I are going to play and sing for you now. In my Adobe Hacienda, there's a touch of Mexico. Cactus lovelier than orchids blooming in the patio. The soft desert stars and the strum of guitars make every evening seem so sweet. In my Adobe Hacienda, life and love are more complete. When setting sun says the long day is done, sweet music seems to fill the air. There in my Adobe Hacienda, harmony is everywhere. Back in the days when vast stretches of range country were unfenced, the cow puncher's job meant much more than just riding, roping, and shooting. That folks spent a lot of time keeping the great cattle herds from stampeding and getting into quicksand or running off a cliff. You know, it took a lot of skill and experience to bring the cattle through safely and deliver them to market fat and uninjured. And today, it takes a lot of skill and experience to bake delicious Weber's bread. Always well mixed and properly baked, you'll find a smooth, even texture and golden brown crust of Weber's bread, especially appealing. And when you serve it on your table, you can be sure the entire family will enjoy its distinctive flavor. Buy a loaf of that good Weber's bread the next time you go to your grocery store. You'll know it by its familiar blue gingham wrapper. Enjoy that good Weber's bread often. You'll like it. Way back about 1911, when folks who were hept did the kangaroo dip, the crab step, the grizzly bear, and the Texas Tommy as they danced the turkey trot, Irving Berlin whipped out a song which won him undying fame. I'm not even going to give the title, no need to. Everybody knows Alexander's Ragtime Band. Come on in here, come on in here, Alexander's Ragtime Band. Come on in here, come on in here, it's the best band in the land. They can play a bugle call like you never heard before. So natural that you want to go to war. It's just the bestest band. What am honey lamb? Come on along, come on along, let me take you by the hand. Up to the man, to the man, who's the leader of the band. And if you want to hear that Swanee River play in ragtime. Come on here, come on in here, Alexander's Ragtime Band. Come on along with me, come on along and see Alexander's Band. Take you by the hand, take you to the man who's the leader of the band. And if you want to hear that Swanee River play in ragtime. Come on here, come on in here, Alexander's, Alexander's, Alexander's Ragtime Band. Well the writers of the Purple Sage have chosen a love song which Western fans have taken to their hearts. And a song which if there was ever such a girl as pictured in the title has made her forever 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 of above. Moonlit paths that only she would know, still hears my broken song of love. Moon in all your splendor, only my heart, call back my rose rose of San Antonio. Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart, speak once again of my love, my own old broken song, empty words I know. Still live in my heart all alone, for that moonlit paths by the Alamo, and rose my rose of San Antonio. Moon in all your splendor, only my heart, call back my rose rose of San Antonio. Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart, speak once again of my love, my own old broken song, empty words I know. Still live in my heart all alone, for that moonlit paths by the Alamo, and rose my rose of San Antonio. Rose of San Antonio. And now it's time for Foy Willing and the writers of the Purple Sage to tell another story of the West. This week they've selected a simple tale called Little Hoof. Of all the perfect lives we pictured in our dreams, the life of a vagabond seems best. A wandering minstrel like these writers of the Purple Sage, to feel the sting of wind-driven rain, an outlaw racing against death, to know the coolness of water from a deep well. A wandering minstrel finds all of these and sometimes more. Sometimes he finds an affection or love that lasts longer than life itself. Better ride easy boys, sun's hot enough to brawl the state. I don't see how lizards stand to live in this kind of a climate all their lives, do you Foy? It's so hot they probably haven't got the gumption to try and go anywhere else out. I think you got something there Johnny. What was that? It was a rifle shot. They're shooting at us. Head to the boulders on the left. Let's get some protection until we find out what this is all about. Quiet now. Yeah I think we gave them a slip. Nobody mad at us Foy. Not that I know of. If they ain't they're sure using the manners of a coyote. Alright barmots, come on out from behind them rocks, I got you covered. Keep down boys. I know right where you are. You know it seems like I recognize that voice. Me too Foy. This is your last chance. Either come on out or I'll shoot you dead in a last year's snix, kid. You know if I have to sit here till doom's day to do it. Is that you Scotty? You're playing right at me. I got a shooting iron in each hand and another in my belt. I'm Foy willing Scotty. You who? Foy willing. Al, Slowen, Johnny, Paul are here with me. Stand up, let me see. Oh Scotty must have gone loco. Yeah I bet him Scotty. Well dog if you ain't Foy willing. Say what's the idea of shooting at us Scotty? We've always been. Hey Foy I owe you fellas an apology. You ain't farmage. You ought to have a hot brand and I run down my mouth for saying you was. I thought all the time I was following you that you was them outlaws that got me staked out. Outlaws? Well outlaws have been watching me like buzzards watch a stray calf. Say how about riding back to my shack with me. I'd appreciate you letting me rattle up some grub for supper by way of apology for calling you barman. Well you lead the way Scotty. You got the grub we got the appetite. Sure sure have. What's the matter you horse thieves ain't at nothing don't you like my bills? Well I reckon we've been kind of holding off Scotty thinking you'd say a little more about those outlaws. Oh them well I'll tell you about them. Four months ago more or less Little Hoof and me brought a grub stake out here. Little Hoof? Is Little Hoof still alive? Why it's only now she's reached full bloom. Well we didn't mean anything against her Scotty. Well I hope not because the man never had a better partner. The whole history of this spinning world in Little Hoof. Or a prettier one either. You know she's got downright pretty this last year. Flex the gray in her hair now. Sort of a plumpness in a few spots. Kind of softness in her eyes too, Alay. She could offer me a whole dang railroad but dog if I'd trade that burrow. Nope. Well what about the outlaws Scotty? Well I'm coming to them. Little Hoof and me brought a grub stake out here and I started digging a likely claim. Never really expected to find anything of course. But I'm a bowlegged road runner if I didn't up and strike it rich. Rich? Well congratulations Scotty. I'm glad to hear it. A second now. Thank pity. A week ago the claim petered out so I decided it was time for Little Hoof and me to go back to civilization. That's when I noticed the outlaws had showed up. They were after your stake, huh? Waiting for me. Waiting till I'd finished working the claim so when they jumped me they'd be sure to get all the gold there was. Haven't known quite what to do since except to go through the motions of digging so that I'd have time to think of a way out. You mean you've been here pretending to work for a whole week? I couldn't do much else or they'd have come to the shack and got me. Anyway, Little Hoof and me as we crossed the desert. Scotty, if you want to start back in the morning we'll ride with you and see that you get through safe. Sure will, Chas. Well I figured maybe you would, Foy. A mighty great. Well let's count on it then. Well boys, I reckon it's about time we're bedding down for the night, don't you? Are you still awake, Foy? Just woke up. Don't know why. I usually sleep straight through. Funny thing. Kinda hard for me to go to sleep this evening. See, tomorrow will be sort of like a dream come true for Little Hoof and me. Yeah, I imagine it will. Must be two, three thousand dollars there. My whole lifetime before I never made more than enough to buy beans and bacon. Wish you were mighty glad for you, Scotty. You know what I'm gonna do, Foy? I'm gonna live like a king. A real royal king. First I'll fix things so Little Hoof has a patch of grazing land all to herself where she can eat fresh, juicy grass from sun up to dark every day of the week. She won't have to do no work at all. Yeah. Then I'm gonna buy a railroad ticket, get on a train. It hasn't made up my mind where I'll go yet, but wherever the engine takes us it'll be all right, it's made. When I'm on the train and hungry, I'll sit down at a table, one with a white cloth covering the top, and tell a farmer to bring me a meal. The train will be roaring along, I'll be sitting there, eating choice riddles. Won't that be just fine? Be great, Scotty. Night I'll go to a hotel. Night I'll rough board at a hotel, but hotel all made out of stone with carpets on the floor. Order me a soft bunk, pure white sheets, pure white, just like a summer cloud. Bet y'all sleep like a baby, Foy. Not many men get what they want out of life, Scotty. Wonderful. Just wonderful. Awful hard to sleep. Guess maybe I'll get up for a spell. All right. I'm just keeping everybody else awake. Star is a sure party in the evening. Where do you go now, Foy? Oh, you awake too, Al? Yeah. I kind of think you went over to see if Little Hoof is all right. I heard him talking to Little Hoof just before we bedded down. Same as if she was a human being. Yeah, that's right. You suppose the old fellow's going a little loco? Another thing, Foy, I ain't seen any signs of these here outlaws he's been talking about of you. Not yet. You know, Al, I don't reckon we ought to spoil things for him by talking. I mean, if he should hear us, doubt him. Just heard him. A couple of days to get across this desert, Little Hoof. Another day for me to make arrangements for you. That ain't so long to wait, though, isn't it, old Bill? Not after all these years. Good long rest. Me, like Zuri, ain't none the best to his. He's putting that soft old nose down nibbling tenons. What's that? Little Hoof! Little Hoof! Shot! He's been shot! She's dead! Little Hoof! Little Hoof! Gotti, we thought we heard shooting. Do you know anything about... She's dead. Golly. They got her deliberately. Outlawed. She's dead. The dirty rattlers? Poor old girl. They shot Little Hoof, thinking they could starve you out, Gotti. Just when I could have given her the reward she had coming for all her work. Never mind, Gotti. We'll take you across the desert tomorrow, just the same. We'll ride double or something, but we'll get you across. Excuse me, boy, but I don't reckon I can go tomorrow now. I'll have to stay on here until I track down the varmints that shot Little Hoof. That wasn't right. She had a good time coming. They took it away from her. Wait a minute. Hold it, boy. What's the matter, boy? You see something? Look down there on that ravine. A camp. I can't possibly find them. That's their camp. But it seems deserted. The fires are out. Two horses grazing. Nothing else stirring. Varmints probably rode over to my diggings already wanting to find out what I planned to do. Looks to me like the outlaws care a whole lot more for comfort than they do for safety. What do you mean, Al? Well, look where they made camp, down at the end of a ravine, up against the side of the mountain. They got only one way of getting in and out, unless they ride uphill. Yeah, sure enough. Scotty, I reckon the best thing for us to do is to get on over to the entrance of that ravine and wait there until they come back. Yes, sir, that's just what we'll do. Waiting for them won't be as much fun as riding them down. But being sure we get them is more important than having fun in this case. Varmints probably figured there was only one man to look out for, an old fellow too. So they didn't care much why they camped. Never ended their minds, an old fellow might have friends. Listen. Horses. That's them. They're coming back. I've got a hammer on my rifle. Don't move anybody. Stay right where you are. Get a bead on them as they pass one at a time. Do just what they've done to little Hoof. Drop them without any warning at all. No, I guess we can't do that. It wouldn't be right. We've got to give them a chance for a fair fight. We've got to be fair, don't we, Foy? This is your party, Scotty. Anything you say goes. Awful. Hard to decide. What? I'll let them pass. Never was the tempted to do an unfair thing in my life. Know how you feel, Scotty? Could have waved three of them before they'd know what was happening. Kept thinking about setting on a moving train to eat supper. If I had my mind, I would have gone to little Hoof and I'd have dropped them automatic. Glad you did, Scotty. Fight ought to be clean. I reckon we can start moving up now. We'll close the pocket, then warn them we're there and hope they'll start the fight. I reckon this will do. Al, Johnny, take your horses to the left a little. Yep. Don't want to be too bunched up. Ready? Ready. I'll warn them then. I'm saying a prayer they'll shoot instead of giving up so they can shoot back. Well, I'll write you a varmint in there, put your hands up and walk your horses this way. See anything, Scotty? One fellow rode behind that big rock to the left. Don't see nothing else. I got a posse with me. Come on out here. We're coming in. They're doing it for us. They're shooting at us. Now we can shoot at them. You call us keep firing from here. I'll ride around, hit it to their side, drive them out into the open. I'll go with you, Scotty. Johnny, Al, work your rifles fast. Doesn't matter what you shoot at so long as it's in their direction. Just make them stay planted. Scotty, now attack them from the side. We'll do it. This here is a fair fight, varmint. I'm warning you. We rode over so as well on your left. Got one, boy, I got one. Another and I got another. Did you see that, boy? That last one's getting away. He decided to run for it. Al, Johnny, get that man going up the side of the mountain. Never mind, boy. Never mind. No use of us trying anymore. Yeah, I guess you're right. Probably given such a bad time, he suffered more than if we'd put a bullet through his head. Come on. Go back to my shack. This is about all we can do for it, boys. Well, little hoof, I always figured I'd be planted deep like this for you, was. Just the opposite's happened. Hard to tell about such things. Maybe I'll come out this way again though, sometime. Good Lord willing. But first, I want to live a life of ease for a while and do the things I told you about. You can understand about that, I guess. Anyway, little hoof, I'm going into the shack now. Pick up my outfit. And I'll get along. Sorry you can't have the fresh, juicy green grass. I was looking forward to it. Bye, little hoof. Well, boys, I'll pick up my stuff now. Come on, Al, Johnny. We'll give him a hand. Sure. Yes, we'll. Go ahead and sign for Al, Johnny. The shack ain't exactly a palace. Maybe when he gets me that room in a hotel with the carpet on the floor, he'll pay me a visit. Hope he can. Just a second. Somebody's been here. Well, they've dumped your stuff, Scotty. They've rivaled everything. My gold. Look, my gold is gone. Take it easy, Scotty. Let me look, let me. It's a bomb. That's tough. So when we are hunting for their camp, they must have been here. Yeah, must have watched us leave more than likely. That outlaw got away. He must have been carrying it. Well, I guess I won't eat a meal on a moving train after all, will I? Sure wish you'd change your mind, Scotty. Why don't you come along, Scotty? Now's your chance. When you can ride back. I reckon I'll stay here. Got enough grab to last a while. Outfit's still in good shape. But if you ever come this way again, think too much trouble, they should bring me a little burrow. Man, this kind of work can't get along with that one very well. We'll bring you a burrow, Scotty. Don't you worry your head about that. Don't you worry about me. Deep down inside my heart, I don't think I ever believed I'd really sleep in a stone hotel. With carpets on the floor, or wear fancy store clothes. Deep down my heart, I knew it wouldn't, I guess. Well, bye boys. Thank you. Pleasant ride to you. So long, Scotty. Bye, honey. Music Music Applause Did you ever wonder where the soft, soothing melodies of cowboy songs originated? Well, according to a legend of the Old West, many of them grew from the cow puncher's efforts to soothe and reassure the herd of cattle over which he stood guard through the long nights. Range cattle were especially nervous at night, and to guard against a stampede, the cowboy would sing a low, quiet song or a ballad to let the cattle know that a friendly guardian was close by. 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 neighborhood with delicious Weber's Bread. Weber's Bread is good bread, and has long been favored because of its firm, even texture and distinctive flavor. Serve Weber's Bread for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and for in-between snacks. You'll like it. Look for that good Weber's Bread in the familiar Blue Gingham wrapper next time you visit your neighborhood grocery. Every week, the writers of the Purple Sage and I choose what we believe is a truly great song of the West. And this week, we've chosen Twilight on the Trail. Here it is. When it's twilight on the trail And I jog along 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 ceiling is the sky And the grass on which I lie is my floor Ooh Never ever have a nickel in my gene Never ever have a debt to pay Still I understand what real contentment means Guess I was born that way When it's twilight on the trail And my voice is still Please plant this heart of mine Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill When it's twilight on the trail Rifting along Singing 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 Willing and the Writers of the Purple Sage. The script was by Ray Wilson, direction by Tom Hargis. This is Terry O'Sullivan speaking. This program came to you from Columbia Square. K.N. Expo's Angelus, the voice of Hollywood. And there be you before
