The Bakers of Weber's Bread presents your all-star Western theater, produced and transcribed in Hollywood. Ripping along, singing a song under a western moon. From Hollywood comes your all-star Western theater, starring America's great Western singers, Poy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage. Bringing you the music, the stories, and the spirit of the great open spaces. And now, here are the Riders of the Purple Sage. There's a rainbow over the range, and the skies are blue again. The rolling thunder spills in the far off hills, there's a rainbow over the range. Hear the cowboys yippee-i-oh, while the doggies mill and mow. The sun is rising 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've found a 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've found a 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. Thank you, friends. We were thinking back this morning, remembering the songs that have lived through the years, and it seems as though the great majority are concerned with love. Must be the human race considers love a rather important subject. Anyway, here's an example of the kind of a song we mean. Have I told you lately that I love you? 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. Oh, have I told you lately that I love you? Well, darling, I'm telling you now. Have I told you lately how I miss you? When the stars are shining in the sky. Have I told you why the nights are long when you're not with me? Well, darling, I'm telling you now. This heart would break in two if you refuse me. I'm no good without you anyhow. Oh, have I told you lately that I love you? Well, darling, I'm telling you now. Singing and listening to songs and ballads of life on the range used to be a favorite pastime of cow punchers in the evening when the day's work was done. Much of the history of the American cowboy has been preserved for us in the cowboy and western songs of today. The bakers of Weber's Bread are proud to bring you many of these songs on the All-Star Western Theater, just as they are proud to keep your community supplied with good Weber's bread. And Weber's bread really is good bread. Well mixed and well baked, Weber's bread has that firm, even texture and distinctive flavor that make it blend well with other foods. When you serve Weber's bread for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, you can be sure that family and guests alike will enjoy it. Make Weber's bread a substantial, enjoyable part of every meal. Buy a loaf next time you visit your neighborhood market. You'll like it. A brand new tune written by Foy Willing and Sid Robbins for the riders of the Purple Sage to sing in their latest Republic picture, Holiday for the Blues. You gotta start in a singing and you gotta shout. You gotta keep on a swinging kick the blues right out. Don't you let it get you, you got too much to lose. It's a holiday for the blues. You gotta start in a shouting till you're feeling fine. You gotta keep on a touting, gotta ride and shine. Keep the rafters ringing till you sat off a fuse. It's a holiday for the blues. The sun is out shining, the sky is bright and clear. It's no time to be pining, no time for having fear. Go calling on your neighbor, go out and spread the news. Cause it's a holiday for the blues. You gotta start in a singing and you gotta shout. You gotta keep on a swinging kick the blues right out. Don't you let it get you, you got too much to lose. It's a holiday for the blues. Was riding on my pedo, not a cent in my jeans. It felt like it was weak since I'd had pork and beans. I told him let's jump in the river. My horse said I refuse. Cause it's a holiday for the blues. You gotta start in a singing and you gotta shout. You gotta keep on a swinging kick the blues right out. Don't you let it get you, you got too much to lose. It's a holiday for the blues. You gotta start in a shouting till you're feeling fine. You gotta keep on a touting, gotta ride and shine. Keep the rafters ringing till you set off the fuse. It's a holiday for the blues. Applause Well we've got time for another song before we tell our story of the West. What would it be I wonder? That's right. What's right? I wonder. Don't you know? Sure I know. I wonder. But if you wonder... Who's on first, Terry? Oh, I wonder is the name of the song. Oh, you got it now. Music Oh, I myself alone at home I'm feeling blue. I keep roaming through my mind, there all of you. I wonder if you're dancing with somebody new. I wonder, I wonder, can't help it if I wonder. No matter which side of the pillow that I'm sleeping on. My dreams of you continue through until the dawn. And after that I find the daydream crew comes on. I wonder, I wonder, can't help it if I wonder. You care for someone else I see. Well then it's quite alright with me. I'm gonna get me dressed up in my Sunday suit and find myself somebody who is twice as cute. And when you realize that you and I are through, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what you'll do. Applause Well, it's time now for Foy, Willing and the writers of the Purple Sage to tell us another of their adventures in the West. This week they've called their story, Loco Louis and the Eastern Dude. There's a broad concrete highway running into Carson City and an endless roaring ribbon of automobiles speeding along it. It's a good road for tourists, truckers and anyone else who's in a hurry, but not for cowboys. Cowboys use a road some distance away, a mere trail, not a road at all, but they like it fine. You see, Pony Express riders once galloped up and down the length of this trail and before them other famous men of the West. The Three Vagabonds, the riders of the Purple Sage, knew this trail well for they'd traveled it many times and they were traveling it again. Untroubled, unhurried, carefree were they. You fellas seem awful quiet. What are you thinking about? Girling, not me. Figure I'd be awful happy if Johnny was to play a dance on his fiddle and I was to grab a gal about the waist and start lifting my feet up and down. Now where would I find a fiddle clear out here, Al? Well, where would I find a girl clear out here? The whole thing is in practice. Hey, howdy, boys. Boy, look, it's Loco Louis. Howdy, Louis. Hello, Louis. You're kind of far from home, aren't you, Louis? Oh, a little, maybe. Been having any more talks with Kit Carson, Louis? Yeah, what say? Cut it out, Johnny. Oh, yes, yes, did. I had a nice little gab fest with Mr. Carson early this morning. Well, tell him howdy for us next time you see him, huh? Oh, I don't see him. We just talked. Oh, Louis, if you're headed for Carson City, why don't you hop on my horse? No sense in a fellow walking. Why, it ain't more than ten miles. Exercise good for a man. Takes the kinks out of his bones. Well, whatever you say. Come on, Johnny. Al, we better hide there or we're not going to get to town. Hey, just a second before you go, boy. You boys was asking me about Mr. Carson. Louis, I apologize for him. They didn't mean it. Oh, that's all right, all right. Everybody calls me Loco Louis. I don't mind because I know most folks just ain't big enough to understand there's more in the world than meets the eye. Well, Louis, we better. Hey, you see, I met Mr. Carson when I was a little fella. I didn't know him well then, not like I do now. And I expect the reason he talks to me is because I am about the only one left to the folks he met when he was alive. Probably kind of lonesome up there. He would be, of course, there being no horses or six-shooters in heaven. We understand, Louis. Not much of a hand to fly around playing gold heart, Mr. Carson, was it? Well, I just thought I'd tell you, figured if anybody was big enough to understand there's more to the world than meets the eye, it'd be you fellas. I won't keep you no longer. I hope I see you again, though, real soon. We'll tie up over there, Al. Yeah. Johnny. Hi. Just a minute. And if you're hungry, there's a cafe up the street. Well, a pizza cafe where Loco Louis' granddaughter's a waitress. I ain't very hungry, boy. Me either. I know old Louis is as crazy as a prairie dog, but he's so blame serious about what he says. You get to feel like a rattlesnake because you don't believe it. He's a nice old fella, Al. Yeah. Perfectly harmless. Boy, oh, boy, Willie. Look, a girl. Howdy, Molly. Now, if I had a fiddle, we could dance now, Al. Dance the girl. Yeah, but it's a girl we didn't want to see, it's Loco Louis' granddaughter. Oh, boy, you always appear at just the right time. Howdy, boys. Hello, Molly. If you can possibly spare the time, I wish you'd help me find Granddad. That ought to be easy, Molly. We saw him back on the trail about an hour and a half ago. Was he alone? He was, wasn't he? He didn't have anyone with him. Hey, what's up? There's nothing wrong with your Granddad, Molly. Least ways there wasn't when we saw him. But was he alone, Foy? Matter of fact, he was. Yeah, he was even walking, Molly. Said he wanted to get the kinks out of his boat. Oh, well, did he tell you what he'd done with his horse, the big bay he always rides? Not a word. If you're worried about anything, Molly, we'd be glad to ride back and take him up. I am worried, Foy. See, there was another holdup here this noon. Outlaws grabbed the feedlot payroll just as the bank messages came in. Michelle thinks Granddad is mixed up with it. That's just plain silly, Molly. Your Granddad... He might be mixed up with Outlaws and not even realize it, Foy. Granddad wanders all over. Foy's like to have him around so they can egg him on about Kitt's horse. And while going around, Granddad learns about everything he's done, and when payrolls come in, who's sold the cattle. I see what you mean. Maybe he's gotten acquainted with the Outlaw band some way and they've been pumping him for information, and he's giving it to them without even knowing who they are. That could be, I suppose. Maybe it's the sheriff thinks everybody's made sport of him for so long, he's decided to get back at him, and he's deliberately giving Outlaws information. The sheriff believes that. He's out looking for Granddad now. He's just guessing. Or has he got something to go on? Something. Well, it's almost definite. The bank messages swear the Outlaw leader was riding the big bay, and you just met Granddad. He was walking. He didn't mention the horse being stolen or anything. Boys, I reckon we'd better ride back and get the old man. Sort of protecting from any rough treatment until we find out what's what. You better come along, too, Molly. We may need you. I'll get your horse. All right. There he is. Loey! Well, howdy, boy. You fellas certainly made a quick trip. Yeah, a little faster than we intended. You here, too, Molly? Didn't get fired from the cafe, you hope? No, Granddad, I wasn't. Well, now, don't you worry, even if you did. There's a little money coming our way. You don't know nothing about it. Money? I ought to have it maybe tomorrow. Loey, I want to talk to you real serious for a minute. Sure, boy, sure. Where's your horse? The big bay you always ride. Oh, that mean varmint. I sold him this morning. Who'd you sell him to? Well, now, if I was to tell you about that, you'd say it's just another one of Loco Louie's lies. Can't believe a word that fella said. Maybe we wouldn't. I want you to tell, Granddad. Well, Mr. Carson and me was talking early this morning. We don't want to hear about Mr. Carson, Granddad. We want to hear about... Hey, touch, touch now, Molly. I have to tell about Mr. Carson or you won't know how I happened to sell the big bay. Go ahead, Loey. Well, Mr. Carson says that the sheriff we got now is never going to catch him outlawed. It's been bothering folks around here. He said we'd have to do it, him and me. Told me to take the big bay over to Lazy Q. That's a dude outfit back piece. Says when I got there, a fella would buy him from me. That fella would be the robber chief. That's how I was to know him. And you followed Kit Carson's instructions? Oh, I always do. The letter. What was the name of the man who bought the horse? The eastern dude. Name Grover Simpson. Oh, this is ridiculous. Mr. Simpson is an executive, boy. He's been at the Lazy Q all summer. Loey, the leader of the robber band was riding your horse when the seed lot payroll was taken this morning. I don't doubt it a bit. Mr. Carson's always right. He told me the leader of the band would buy my horse. You're just wasting your time. Maybe not. I don't believe he'll be in now, though, boy. Mr. Carson said the outlaws had a hideout, though, in a ravine just below Wright's Place. You might look there. You come on with me, Granddad. Thanks a lot for the help, Loey. If you do find him, won't do you any good, boy. Mr. Carson said him and me would capture him just after sundown. Low-cold or yellow jacket? Yeah, he sure is. But he does seem to know something about the outlaws, even though he may have mixed it up considerable. Let's locate the sheriff and have a look at this hideout Loey told us about. This place has been used as a hideout, all right, Sheriff? Sure looks like it. Well, we'll find them sooner or later. Hell no, they can't get out of the territory as long as the dragnet's out. If you went back with us, maybe we could get a straighter story out of old Loey. You think we could, Sheriff? That's hard to say, boy. Old Loey's perfectly sane one minute. The next he's gaving his fool head off about talking with Kid Carson. Sheriff! Boy! Right there, a great trail leads off to the north. Come on, let's follow it. Take it easy though, until we find out more than we know now. All we got is loco Loey's word that it was outlaws who used this place as a hideout. We wouldn't want to go after any innocent people. Hold it. Trail leads up to Giant Cave, doesn't it? Yeah. I know a trail coming out of the cave either. You notice that? They're still inside then. Boy, have one of your boys ride over to Wright's Place. Hold my office. Tell the deputy to bring out a posse. Johnny, will you go? Okay, boy. I tell you, we may need you here. Be back in fifteen minutes. No other entrance to the cave is there, Sheriff. Down, they're shooting at us. They're after Johnny. They saw him. They know he's going for help. We've got proof now somebody's inside that cave. Yeah, and we can be pretty sure it's outlaws. Somebody who doesn't want to tangle with the law. I sure ain't hankering to go in that cave myself. Any other entrances, Sheriff? Not that I know of, but there's a good many miles of tunnels. Big tunnels. Well, a man would have plenty of room even on a horseback. What's your idea on the best way to get them? It's sure death to go in after them. They could see us, but we wouldn't be able to see them. Well, we'll keep the entrance covered until the posse comes. They may surrender then when they see what a big force we've got. But if they don't, we'll have to make different planes. Here's Johnny. Yeah, sure enough. Hey, Johnny, you get in touch with my office? The deputy said he'd bring a posse guy out. Shoot him again! Keep down. The outlaw's in the cave trying to pick us off before help can get here. I'm afraid we're stuck for the night, Sheriff. The sun's about to set now, and they're not going to surrender when it's dark. They'll figure there's a chance of getting out. Portrait, they're at the entrance to the cave. One of them's coming out. All right, put up your hands! He's riding the big bay. Look out, he's going to run for it. Shoot him, boys. Shoot him with that horse. He's made it. No use shooting anymore. That must be the leader. He was riding Lewis's big bay. Sheriff, if you can keep the rest of the outlaws in the cave until the posse arrives, I'll take my boys and go after this fella. He's the leader, the one we've got to get. Keep out of sight. They're down by the corral. I can't see a thing from where I am. Me either. The outlaw and Lewis are trying to get the drop on each other. You mean Lewis got a gun? A loco handling a gun? Yeah, and the outlaw's holding Molly in front of him, using her as a shield. Better circle around, hadn't we, boy? Yeah. Al, you stay here. When I give a signal, do something to attract the outlaw's attention. I will, too. He'll think you're surrounded and maybe give up. What if Lewis gets excited? We've got to think of Molly, you know. There's more danger to her the way she is. If worse comes to worse, I can get the outlaw from the side. Come on, Johnny, stick with me. All right, boys. Why don't you give the signal, boys? I've been trying to catch Lewis. I had to warn him first. Yeah. Half the chance it's over. Here goes the signal. Get ready. Molly, Lewis, drop to the ground. All right, outlaw, reach for it. He's all right, boys. All right, boys. They both dropped to the ground. You've got gun, Johnny. All right, Johnny, Lewis got the outlaw. I got him with that old pistol. Right in the arse, boys. He got him on the arse. He got him on the arse. Grab the outlaw, Johnny. Grab him now. I'll suit him on the old man. Boy, I don't know what we'd have done if you hadn't come. No, no, Molly, I told you everything would be all right. Nice work, Louis. Oh, I wasn't much worried, boy. And Mr. Carson told me we'd get him tonight, you know. And he said I had a little extra money coming. So I sort of figured it'd be as an award for capturing the outlaw alive. But awful clever, Mr. Carson arranged things as he did, now, wasn't it? What do you mean? Why, I didn't like the idea of selling my big bay at all, especially to an eastern dude. I just didn't see how it'd help, neither, but it did. I don't get you, Louis. Well, you see, that big bay is the toughest mouthed varmint you ever saw. Come sundown, no matter where he is, he takes the bit between his teeth and he high-tails it for home. Ain't nobody ever been able to hold him, not even me. Hmm. Yes, sir. Pretty clever, Mr. Carson. Ah, but then he was a great man, even when he was alive. All right, boys. We can be on our way, I guess. What were you doing in the public library, boy? He wasn't reading a book, I hope. I wanted to find out something. Hmm. I bet he was reading a book, Johnny. You know, boys, Louis says he knew Kit Carson when he was a boy. I just looked something up. Louis would have to be over a hundred years old. I bet he was reading a book, Johnny. You know, boys, Louis says he knew Kit Carson when he was a boy. I just looked something up. Louis would have to be over a hundred years old right now, or he wouldn't have been big enough to remember Kit Carson at all. How old is Louis? Well, he might be close to a hundred. I don't know. Do you believe he talks to Kit Carson, boy? Well, I'm not saying I do, but I'm not saying I don't either. That's the way I feel. Let's get out of here. If somebody told us about this, I'd have passed it off as a yarn, but we saw it ourselves. You know, maybe there is more in this world than meets the eye. And you're saying local Louis ain't local at all, huh? No, I'm not saying that. I'm saying just that there is more in this world than meets the eye. A lot more. Music Yes, Foy is certainly right. There is more to the world than meets the eye. Take bread, for instance. Webber's bread, that is. That familiar blue gingham wrapper around every loaf of good Webber's bread is the first thing that meets the eye, but that's only part of the story. You have to open that blue gingham wrapper and taste a slice of Webber's bread to learn the real facts. Always well mixed and well baked, Webber's bread has that firm, even texture, that golden brown crust, and that distinctive flavor that make it blend perfectly with other foods. And when you buy Webber's bread, you can be sure that its just right moisture content will assure long-lasting freshness. Enjoy fine Webber's bread as toast for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, and with your evening meal. You will really like it. Music On each of these programs, the writers of The Purple Sage pay homage to Western music by highlighting some one song which has a real Western spirit. Today we've asked them to sing a new song, a contribution to the music of the West by Foy Willing himself with Sid Robbins' teammate. A song we know will become a favorite of yours, where the cool clear water spills. And we walked along the river, where the cool clear water spills. Cool clear water, clear water. And we walked along the river, where the cool clear water spills. There's a pretty spot in Texas, where I long once more to be. Where the mountains touch the river, that her is all to see. It was there I took my darling, just to see those rippling rills. And we walked along the river, where the cool clear water spills. Where the summer breeze is blowing, and the moon hangs clear and high. Where the whipper wells are sighing, and stars fill up the sky. Yes the dew is on the meadow, and the blue is in the hill. As we walk along the river, where the cool clear water spills. Cool clear water, clear water. As we walked along the river, where the cool clear water spills. For tonight my heart's in Texas, where it all comes back to me. I'll stroll along the river, that lonely memory. And I know that you're still waiting, down among the daffodils. And we'll walk along the river, where the cool clear water spills. Cool clear water, clear water. And we'll walk along the river, where the cool clear water spills. Cool clear water, water. Applause. Well that's about it for this time friends. We hope you'll be with us next week when we come drifting along. I'd like to thank Fred Howard, Alvina Temple, and Joe Duvall for their splendid performance on the show today with us. This is Foy Willing speaking for Al Sloey, Johnny Paul, Scotty Harrell, and all the Writers of the Purple Sage. Thanks so long and good luck to you all. Drifting along, singing a song under a western moon. Ooh. From Hollywood you've heard your all-star Western Theater, a VM Bear production starring America's great western singers, Foy Willing and the Writers of the Purple Sage. The script was by Ray Wilson, direction by Tom Hargis. This is Terry O'Sullivan speaking. Applause. You have just heard your all-star Western Theater produced and transcribed in Hollywood and presented to you at this time from Columbia Square. This is KNX Los Angeles.
