Bakers of Weber's Bread presents your all-star Western theater. Transcribed earlier for release at this time. 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, the Riders of the Purple Sage. Heliole, a paole, a paole, eh. He brings a token of his love. Swift as the wind he goes far high in the hills he knows she's waiting. For his heliole, a paole, eh. For his heliole, a paole, eh. Long, long ago in old Wyoming lived a maid. Fair as the sweetest flower blooming in the shade. She loved a bandit bowl to roam the prairie o'er, and every night she'd listen for his call. Then in the west his voice came ringing, riding a wild horse he came singing. Heliole, a paole, eh. Heliole, a paole, eh. He brings a token of his love. Swift as the wind he goes far high in the hills he knows she's waiting. For his heliole, a paole, eh. For his heliole, a paole, eh. One night an angel brought a message from her love. Told her he waited in the starlight sky above. Softly she closed her eyes and made the angels go. And then the whole world echoed to his song. For straight down a moonbeam he came riding out of the sky on a winged horse gliding. Heliole, a paole, eh. Heliole, a paole, eh. He brings a token of his love. Swift as the wind he goes far high in the hills he knows she's waiting. For his heliole, a paole, eh. For his heliole, a paole, heliole, a paole, heliole, a paole, eh. Thank you friends. Thank you for being with us again this week. A great many of you have written your appreciation of the sincerity of Western love songs. So here's another one we hope you will enjoy. It's called Ages and Ages Ago. I remember when I made you cry. Ages and ages ago. I'll never blame you for our last goodbye. Ages and ages ago. Something told me when we walked away that time would make me miss you so. And though it happened only yesterday it seemed like ages and ages ago. Now I'm waking with a broken heart. How wrong I was to let you go. I've lived a lifetime since we've been apart. It seemed like ages and ages ago. Love songs are as old as time and every country has its favorites. Maybe we're prejudiced but we think America's Western love songs are just about the prettiest of them all. You know there's something about the West with its purple hills, snow capped mountains, lush green valleys and rippling streams that just lends itself to songwriting. And there's something about Weber's bread that adds much to every meal. All breads you know aren't the same any more than all songs are the same. Weber's bread, that good bread in the familiar Blue Gingham wrapper, is truly outstanding. Western housewives have learned through experience that Weber's bread retains its soft, delicious freshness to the very last slice. That's because it's mixed and baked with the same skill and care as bread baked in your own kitchen. Yes, Weber's bread has that old fashioned home-baked goodness that just can't be beat. Next time you shop buy a loaf or two of good Weber's bread. You'll really like it. After that helpful message, here are the writers again with a special arrangement of the popular song, That's How Much I Love You Baby. Now if I had a nickel, I know just what I do. I'd spend it all for candy, I'd give it all to you. I'd spend it all for candy, I'd give it all to you. Cause that's how much I love you, baby. That's how much I love you. Now if you were a picture, I'd hang you on the wall. I'd sit where I could see you and I'd never move at all. I'd sit where I could see you and I'd never move at all. Cause that's how much I love you, baby. That's how much I love you. Now if you were a kitten with pretty glossy fur, I'd take you up and stroke you and I'd listen to you purr. I'd take you up and stroke you and I'd listen to you purr. Cause that's how much I love you, baby. That's how much I love you. Now if you were a horse fly and I an old gray mare, I'd stand and let you bite me and I'd never move a hair. I'd stand and let you bite me and I'd never move a hair. Cause that's how much I love you, baby. That's how much I love you, baby. One of the songs that first went a long way in establishing Western music as a part of our great heritage is this next song, a great favorite of Western fans the country over, Riding Down That Old Texas Trail. Riding down that old Texas trail, riding down that old Texas trail. Oh my darling stay at home, please don't go on the road, don't go riding down that old Texas trail. This is the tale of a cowboy who's been down that old Texas trail. Oh I've had a lot of fun but my Roman days are done and no more I'll ride that old Texas trail. Riding down that old Texas trail, riding down that old Texas trail. Oh my darling stay at home, please don't go on the road, don't go riding down that old Texas trail. Now listen to me all you ladies, I've been down that old Texas trail. If your cowboy wants to roam you can call him your own, if you keep him off that old Texas trail. Riding down that old Texas trail, riding down that old Texas trail. Oh my darling stay at home, please don't go on the road, don't go riding down that old Texas trail. Well it's time now for Foy Willing and the riders of the Purple Sage to tell us another of their adventures in the West. This week, the story they call The Raisin Bee. In the present day West, even though the modern touch of the station wagon and the electric washing machine can be seen, well populated centers are somewhat few and fairly far between. It's true that most of the small towns boast the railroad siding, the feed store, the customary mercantile services, but occasionally it's necessary to take a trip to the nearest city for a variety of good sound reasons. And as it happens now, the nearest city is Phoenix, Arizona. The riders of the Purple Sage, minus one, ride into Phoenix today. Yes Foy Willing and Al Sloy have ridden into town from Minnie Argus' ranch where they're presently employed. The reason for their ride into town, you'll see. Well I guess this is it Al. Looks like it Foy. Now you hold onto that cake while I get down. Then I'll take it. Well Foy, how do you act? I've never been in a place like this before. Why you just act the usual of course. Now give me the cake and let's go. My gollies, everybody sure is quiet in here. Shh. Ahem. Oh, may I help you? Yes ma'am. Did you tell us where Johnny Paul is? Paul? Paul. John. Yes. Mr. Paul is in room nine, the second door to your left that way. Thank you ma'am. Not at all. By the way, are you Foy Willing and Al Sloy? Oh for goodness sake, you know us? Well I do know at any rate. I have a message here for you. The message is from Mrs. Argus. Minnie Argus? Mm-hmm. She's our boss lady. I gathered as much when she phoned. The message is you are not to leave here for any reason until she arrives. Why, is she following us here? Apparently. Well now what do you know? The message concludes by saying something terrible has happened and she needs your help. Hmm. Wonder what's the matter? Well she's followed us to town. We'll soon find out. Come on, let's go see Johnny. Yeah, sure. Thank you ma'am. Not at all. You know, something terrible has happened. I don't understand that. No, when we left this morning everything was okay. Double okay if you ask me. Everybody was in a fine mood. Whoa, this is room nine. Oh, you knock. I've got the cake, you know. Okay. Come in, stumblebun. Johnny, how did you know it was us? Nobody else would be coming to see me, I don't reckon. A cake? The same, Johnny. For me? Is the cake for me? Sure, chocolate with nuts on top. Oh, guys, you shouldn't have done it. What are you talking about? We didn't do anything except delivery. My gosh, I've got a life-size picture of me bending over a hot stove to bake you a cake. Well then who? Annie, of course, Mrs. Argus' only unmarried daughter. Sure. But I'm afraid, little girl, that you made such a darn fool of yourself over at the rodeo, that you're in the hospital with a fractured leg right now. I did not make a darn fool of myself. Well, of course, you may think of yourself as a big hero, but I'll leave it to Al. If stopping a rodeo to walk over to Annie's seat and hand her some flowers and then getting on a brain of bull, which you ain't ever been on in your life before, and getting your leg fractured and making a darn fool of yourself, well then I'll put in with you. I'd pay three bucks for them flowers. I'll pay three bucks for the hospital bill. You know, there's other ways to court a gal that's cheaper, and you don't fracture a leg either, Johnny. Okay, make fun of me. But I'd just like to say, when was the last time you guys... Al! Mrs. Argus. Mrs. Argus, you've got to be quiet. This is a hospital. All right, all right. You mind your thing? Yes, it's right here. Did Mrs. Argus come to see me? Well, no, Johnny. Something's happened. Something terrible. We don't even know what it is. Oh, Al. Oh, thank goodness you're here. Oh. You'd better sit down, Miss Argus. You're all in the sweat. You bet your life I am. Give me a chair. Here you are. Oh, my. Oh. I drove like 735 demons. It was all chasing me to once. I thought the old car was going to break down and fall to a million pieces. Whew. And I almost wish it had. Well, what's happened, Mrs. Argus? Oh, I hate to tell you, Al. Hate to have to tell you. And I hate it worse to have to tell my daughter and son-in-law. You mean Jake Wells and your daughter, Mary? Yeah. I mean Jake Wells and his wife, my daughter, Mary. Why, they're both here in the hospital. I know. Jake stopped in to see me this morning. Mary had the baby yesterday, as you know. Yeah, we knew that, Miss Argus. Well, Jake spent the night here in the hospital. This morning he phoned me and asked me to go over and see if everything was all right in his place. He asked me to milk old Bess and feed the chickens, so just after you boys left, I went over. And? I, uh... Well, I... Uh... It... Well, their place is burned to the ground. Can I pour you another cup of coffee, Miss Argus? No, thanks, boy. I'm all right now. Well, you say so. And you thank that nurse for letting me sit in this room and bringing me coffee. I might forget it. I'll take care of it. The next time I get taken with the vapors, I must remember to do it in the hospital. It's right convenient. What are you going to do now, Miss Argus? Do? Why, I'm going to do what I've got to do. Tell Jake and Mary? Why, yeah. But... Well, what's on your mind, boy? Well, I was just thinking. You kind of broke down there and... You think that since Mary just had her baby yesterday, this is a bad time, huh? Well, I guess you'll admit, Miss Argus, it could be better. Yes, it could. But there's two reasons why I've got to tell Mary and Jake now. I've raised both Mary and Annie to be strong women. You have to be strong in this country. And Mary would never forgive me if I thought so little of her strength of character as to shield her. Yeah, I see what you mean. I know, I'm right. I haven't lived 40 years in this country without facing a little misfortune myself. I remember when Henry, my only boy, was killed during the war. Mary and Annie got the telegrams. And kept the news from me for three days. And they was afraid to tell me. Well, it humiliated me to be protected and to be denied the chance to face the facts straight off. Well? Well, then there's Jake, a fine, strong young man. It wouldn't be doing him any favor to act like he didn't have enough inside him to whip trouble on its own ground. No, I guess that's right. No, so I... If you need me, I'll be in Johnny's room, Miss Argus. All right, boy. A little help, Lord, if you please. Mama. Mother. Mary, dear, and Jake. Oh, Mama, it's wonderful to see you. Grandma, you're a now. Aren't you proud of me? I've always been proud of you, Mary. I knew you would. You said that in a strange way, Mama. Are you well, Mary? Are you in good condition? The doctor says I'm in perfect condition. Why? Well, I... I have some bad news for you. Stand close, Jake. I'm right here, Mary. Hold my hand? Of course. It's not the baby, is it? No. Then what? Straight and fast. Please. Well, last night, your house burned to the ground. How did it happen, Mama? I can only guess. Where the kitchen was, there's a couple of tin cans that looked like they was opened with a hatchet. Some Roman dindal steps probably broke into the house looking for food. Maybe they set fire to the house accidentally and maybe on purpose. We'll probably never know. The barn's all right. The animals are all right, but there's no more house. Well, you didn't make the mistake I did when Henry was killed, Mama. And thank you very much. I thought you'd feel that way, else I'd have kept quiet a few days. You did right, Mother. Well, now, you'd best make plans to bring the baby back to my house, children. We'll make room for you. Like to hear another plan? Why, why? I've just been waiting for the right time to open this door and speak, Miss Argus. You know better than I do, a young couple with a new baby should have their own place. Now, Jake and Mary wouldn't be happy off of their property. So if you'll step out here in the hall, I'll tell you my idea. Why, why, of course I will. I'll be right back, children. Now, what is it for? Well, for once, something I read in school stuck with me. Well, what? I'll tell you how it came to me. I was standing in Johnny's room looking out of the window and I saw that sign on the front of the hospital. Phoenix General Hospital? Yeah. And then I remembered, Phoenix. The Phoenix was a mythical bird that rose out of its own ashes. So I thought, well, why can't Jake's house do the same thing? And we'll help it. We'll have an old-fashioned raising bee. Mr. Bert, I'd like some help from you and your men. Starting at sunup tomorrow morning at Jake Weld's place. His house burned down and he's got no place to bring his wife and new baby home to. So bring your hammers and saws. We're having a raising bee. Gertrude, I need some help tomorrow and the next day. We're having a raising bee for Mary and Jake and the new baby. Now, we'd appreciate any bedding, pillows, furniture you ain't using and the like, and some meats for the men, folks. Oh, thank you, Gertrude. Thank you very much. Mr. Bixby, heard about the house raising for Jake and Mary? I thought you and your boys would want to be there and tell your wife if she wants to bring some food for the men. I'm real partial to the way she bakes a leg of lamb. That's right, Jack, and bring your tools. Hops, pans, toppers, buckets, anything you don't use, Mrs. Johnson. Music Oh, who's got a hammer around here? Great job, and you're also fat. I don't reckon I ever worked so hard for less pain and joy. It's more in my life. Oh, me neither, boy. I'm beat right down to the need for a plate of ram lamb and mutton with a side dish of ham, spare ribs, and roast beef. And coffee with sugar and cream. Oh, that's right, Mrs. Argus. Oh, there you are, boys. Oh, that tastes good. My, it's just a miracle. That's what it is, the way that house is going up. I've never seen anything like it myself. It must be 20, 25 years since we had a raise and be around here. I've forgotten how much fun they can be and how much they can mean. Well, I've never seen anything rise from the ground as fast and slow as got thrown by that spear. Oh, I think this is faster. Oh, here comes Jake with a truck full of furniture. My heavens, look at the size of that road. I don't believe. Don't believe what, Jake? Oh, I put down my hammer three hours ago and leave and come back and find the house nearly finished. Well, I don't believe that stack of furniture. That's what I don't believe. Mother, you never saw such generosity. You can hardly believe all the stuff it's saying. Do I see Mrs. Millican's kitchen range? You sure do. She's got a new one. Oh, that kitchen range on that truck is the best one in this county. There's a house full of stuff there, a baby bed, a double bed, a pot, pans, blankets, a feather bed, chairs, tables, linens. It's hard to remember everything. Rag rugs, dishes, curtains. Well, I guess every woman is like me. We put away things we haven't used in a long time and likely never will again. And now see how handy they come in. Are you going to bring Mary and the baby out this evening, Jake? Doc says I can get her at five o'clock. Well, come on, Al. We've got some work to do to be ready for them. I'm nervous. What time is it, boy? It's ten after six. They ought to be along pretty quick. Everything inside sure looks fine. The bed's made and turned down. A fire in the range, supper laid on the kitchen table. Dog to fire, ever seen anything like it? That's right. You know, I'm kind of sorry that Johnny Paul isn't here to see this. Well, he's here in spirit anyway. How do you mean, Miss Arget? Oh, my lands, I forgot to tell you. Them flowers inside, he sent them out. Oh, what do you know? He sent a note to you boys, too, and I forgot to give it to you. It's here in my apron pocket. Well, here. The other day, you birds kidded me about sending flowers to a girl, and I didn't get a chance to ask. When was the last time a nice big cake was baked for you? Well, ain't he the shrewd little cunt? Yeah, now, Mario'll probably send him the first cake she baked in her new house. She might send Johnny the second cake, but I know a couple of boys who are going to get the first cake. That's them! There they come! That's them, all right. Folks, here, folks. They're coming. We'll stay here on this side of the house until the truck stops and they go inside. Then we'll wait until they call us. That'll give them a chance to look around. Come on. I can't believe it, Jake. I simply can't believe it. It's true, honey. I helped build it and I know. Okay. Mid pleasures and palaces, though you may roam, be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. Well, maybe four in the boys were clowning a little on that rendition of Home Sweet Home, but it really came from the heart. There's something about that grand old song that's symbolic of America and her people. America was built by men whose burning desire for a home made it possible for them to be a part of the world. And that's what we're here for. We're here to help you. We're here to help you. We're here to help you. We're here to help you. We're here to help you. The burning desire for a home made it possible for them to conquer the vast, untamed wilderness of the West. And equal credit belongs to their wives, the brave frontier women who stood by them through thick and thin to make that home a real home. Western women today take the same pride in providing a real home for their families. They see to it that their families get nothing but the best, and that's especially true of food. Maybe that's the big reason why so many Western housewives insist upon serving Weber's Bread, that good bread in the familiar Blue Gingham wrapper. Weber's Bread has a soft, lasting freshness that can come only from expert mixing and baking. Yes, Weber's Bread is truly good bread. Buy a loaf the very next time you go shopping. Chances are you will agree it's the best bread you've ever tasted. Well, we've reached the spot in our show when we feature a Western song that has or will. We believe it contributes much to the long life and popularity of great Western music everywhere. Foy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage sing for you, Where 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 hurries out to sea It was there I took my darling Just to see those rippling waves 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 For tonight my heart's in Texas Where it all comes back to me Of us roll 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, clear water Applause Well it's needless to say friends, we enjoy these visits with you each week And we'd appreciate it if you would invite a neighbor to be with us next week. Thanks to Harry Bartell, Ann Morrison, and Martha Wentworth who helped us with our story. This is Boy Willings speaking for Al Sloey, Johnny Paul, Scotty Harrell, the writers of The Purple Sage, saying so long and good luck to all of you. Tripping 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 Willings and the writers of The Purple Sage. Our script written by Scott Farnsworth was directed by Tom Hargis. Terry O'Sullivan speaking. Applause Our all-star Western Theater was recorded earlier and came to you from Columbia Square. This is KMX Los Angeles.
