The Bakers of Weber's Bread presents your all-star Western theater, recorded earlier for release at this time. Rifting 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. Hear my song as I ride along, I'm just a happy roving cowboy. Heard in the dark clouds out of the sky, keeping the heavens blue. Nowhere to go and nothing to do, I'm just a happy roving cowboy. Let me ride that long trail down to the end, where the skies are always blue. Hear my song as I ride along, I'm just a happy roving cowboy. Heard in the dark clouds out of the sky, keeping the heavens blue. Thank you, friends. It's good to be back again with you this week. And now, the boys and I would like to sing for you an old love ballad, which has recently reached new heights of popularity. We know you'll like, I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now. I wonder who's kissing her now, wonder who's teaching her how. I wonder who's looking into her eyes, breathing sighs, telling lies. I wonder who's buying the wine, for lips that I used to call mine. I wonder if she ever tells him of me. I wonder who's kissing her now. I wonder who's buying the wine, for lips that I used to call mine. I wonder if she ever tells him of me. I wonder who's kissing her now. We hear a lot about the Romantic cowboys of the old west, but little is said about the cowgirls who lived on the great cattle ranges. Yes, sir, the women had a lot to do with the winning of the west. While the men were installing law and order on the great frontiers, their women folk were making homes out of rough shacks and ranch buildings. Those women knew the value of good food for their men folks, just like the women of today do. And while the pioneer women had to bake bread two or three times a week, the modern woman is more fortunate. For her and her hungry men folks, there's Weber's bread at her convenient neighborhood grocers, fresh-baked every day, and what good bread it is, soft, fresh, and tasty. Just what you want bread to be. Buy a loaf of Weber's bread tomorrow in the Blue and White Gingham wrapper. You'll like it. And now the writers of The Purple Sage are ready to bring you their special rendition of a true western classic, San Antonio Rose. Moon in all your splendor, no, only my heart Call back my rose, rose of sand and tone Lip so sweet and tender like petals far enough far Speak once again of my love, my own All broken song, empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone All that moonlit past by the Alamo And rose, my rose of sand and tone Rose of sand and tone Boy you have a look in your eye that tells me you and the boys have something special for the folks. Well you're right Terry, it's a favorite song of ours because its sentiments are truly western. Would you like to sing Adobe Hacienda? In my Adobe Hacienda There's a touch of Mexico That's lovelier than our kids Bloomin' in the patio Soft desert stars and the strung of guitars Makes every evening seem so sweet In my Adobe Hacienda Life and love are more complete In my Adobe Hacienda When setting sun says the long day's done Sweet music seems to fill the air In my Adobe Hacienda Harmony is everywhere Time now for another western story told by Foy Willing and the writers of the Purple Sage. The title of today's adventure, One Man's Poison. But there's one place in the world where absolutely anything can happen, it's the west. There in that land of vast plains and rugged mountains, men experience everything that life has to offer. Man may not have a peso on his jeans one day, strike it rich the next, lose his pile in a poker game that night and be broke again on the third. The writers of the Purple Sage have had their share of adventures and experiences in the west, many dangerous, many dramatic. And yet some that were amusing, such as the one we're to hear about now. The boys were in a festive, lighthearted mood that sunny spring morning as they rode into the little western town of Boca Grande to take part in the town's Pioneer Week celebration. Yes sir and then I'm going to get me a silver belt buckle studded with rubies and a shirt with checks on it about the size of Mrs. Flanagan's griddle cakes and then after that I'm going to go. Oh wait a minute there, just pull up your check rain boy, those plans of yours are going to take some high financing. Where are you going to get the money from? Oh didn't I tell you? Well I'm going to win the cap rope and the Venator rodeo when we get into Boca Grande. Well there's going to be a lot of top hands trying for that prize money Al. What makes you so sure you're going to win? Oh don't go on you boy, I'll bet your idea of a pleasant afternoon would be to go to the circus and stick pins and all the kids toy balloons. Okay Al, I was just kidding. You'll win by a mile. Hey Johnny, what are you so quiet about? Nothing boy. I was just thinking. You mean you were just moving about that little gal that waits on tables at Mrs. Flanagan's boarding house? No Al, I wasn't doing anything of the kind. Well I wouldn't blame you if you was Johnny. Gladys is a mighty sweet little girl. She sure is. Gosh, I hope she still works at Mrs. Flanagan's. Well boy if we dawdle along the road like this you'll be all day finding out. Come on fellas, let's get moving. Get up there. Where's the space for service if it ain't for you now Johnny? Come in boy. Oh Miss Flanagan, it's good to see you. Hi there Mrs. Flanagan and Sharon Howserfatter's Colleen this side of the Emerald Isle. Ah, go along with you. You and your Blotty now. Hey Mrs. Flanagan, I was wondering if, well that is, if Gladys still worked here. Oh were you now? Well Johnny lad, you can stop your wondering, of course that she does. And if you'd care to step back to the kitchen, I wouldn't wonder but what you might give her a bit of a surprise. Gee thanks Mrs. Flanagan. I'll see you later fellas. Okay Johnny. Well Miss Flanagan, have you got a room for us? That I have boy. The same one you had when you were here for pioneer week last year. Just up this way. Here ya boys. Say this is swell Miss Flanagan. Man look at that feather bed. I'm sure gonna sleep soft in that tonight. Well here's your towels and the water. I'll be right back. Now dinner's at twelve sharp and you'd better be on time if you want to get anything. Don't worry Miss Flanagan, we know those cow folk borders of yours. When they get through riding herd on a platter of hash there ain't enough left to feed a flea with a puny appetite. That's sure the truth of it. Well see you at dinner boy. Hello Gladys. Johnny. Johnny Paul. Gee if this ain't a surprise. Gee Gladys. You sure are looking healthy. Oh you cowboys you're all I like. Trying to turn a girl's head with flattery. Oh go on. Gee Johnny. How you been anyway? Fine Gladys. How about yourself? Still like the west? Oh sure. You know there's something about the west that gets you. It's so kinda western. Yeah it sure is. Don't you miss New York though? Oh sure. I kinda miss the cultural type things. Like the Museum of Modern Art. And Grants too. Yeah. Gladys you ever been to see them places? No but it's kinda nice having them there handy in case I should ever have to go to the museum. Say Gladys I hear they're having a big dance in town tonight. Yeah only they call it some Mexican way. I think it's Fiestas. Oh you mean Fiestas Gladys. It's Spanish for a big celebration. Gee this is gonna be a big affair all right. It's on account of the pioneer week they're having it. Say Gladys would you well that is could I take you to the dance? Gee Johnny I'd love to go. Well. I got the cutest new hat to wear. It's a picture out with a bunch of grapes and bouquet of flowers and a bird of paradise on it. Golly it sounds pretty. Yeah well I always say when you go to buy a hat you can't go wrong if you get something plain. Look Johnny I gotta set the table for dinner. But I'll see you when I get my work finished up. Okay. Sure I gotta go get cleaned up for dinner myself. Gee Gladys I'm glad you're going to the dance with me. Oh I am too. Gee Johnny you remember the last time we had a date? We strolled out in the moonlight and you looked in my eyes and stroked my hair. Gosh your hands were the softest velvet. Yeah I know. I forgot to take my mittens off. Well Mrs. Flanagan your skillet hand sure hasn't lost any of its cunning. That's the best chow I've had since we was here last year. Sure is Mrs. Flanagan it sure is. Well boys it does me good to see you eat. Al how about one more piece of apple pie now? Oh no my thank you. This is my lucky number and I'm going to stop on that. All right all right. And how about you Johnny? Sure you don't seem to be eating too hearty. No thanks I'm full up. Johnny's appetite ain't normal on account of the love bug bit of. Ah you cut that out. All right Johnny take it easy. Al was only teasing you. Well. Mrs. Flanagan what's the latest news around here? Still have the same old crop of borders? Oh they come and they go boy. And speaking frankly I've got one that I wish would go. Why? What's wrong with him? Don't he pay his bill? It ain't a him it's a her. And she pays her bill all right but. She sure is a lot more trouble than she's worse. Who is she Mrs. Flanagan? She's a widow lady from Ohio I think. Name of Dinwitty. Rich as a miser and twice as mean. Sounds like a real headache Mrs. Flanagan. Ah she is that boy. She's one of them ah what do you call them? Ah hypodermics. Oh you mean hypochondriac don't you? Oh what? A hypochondriac Al. That means a person who's always got the idea he's sick. That's it boy. Mrs. Dinwitty is healthy as a buck and bronco. But to hear her tell it. What you'd think she was just one jump ahead of the undertaker. Why only the other day she was after telling me all. Mrs. Flanagan oh I'm so upset. I've lost my pill. Which pills Mrs. Dinwitty? Red blue or yellow? The green. Oh whatever could have happened. Calm yourself Mrs. Dinwitty. I know where your pills are. Sure I was cleaning your room and I didn't want the bottle to get knocked over. So I put it on top of your portable iron lung. Oh well that certainly is a bit. Oh I'm Mrs. Flanagan. Well I do beg your pardon. I didn't know you had company. Now that's all right Mrs. Dinwitty. This is Mr. Foy-Willing. Well how do you do? Howdy ma'am. This is Mr. Al Sloy. Oh Mrs. Sloy. Well this is a pleasure. Likewise ma'am. Well now tell me who is this great big handsome bashful chap in the background. Sure that's Johnny Paul Mrs. Dinwitty. Hello. Oh Mrs. Flanagan isn't he just the best looking thing you ever saw. Oh now ma'am. Oh you know Mr. Paul you remind me of someone I know very well. Now let me see who is it. Oh of course Dr. Kildare. You aren't by any chance a doctor are you? No ma'am but I did give some medicine to an old mule once that had the heaves. Oh what a delightful sense of humor. You and I simply must get to know each other better. You can call me Flora. Well that's right nicer you ma'am. You can call me Mr. Paul. Now if you'll excuse me. Oh you mustn't think of leaving without so many things to talk about. I want to find out all about you when you had your council about what hospitals you've been in. I don't think you'll get much satisfaction out of talking to Johnny ma'am. Of course I know he was never sicker than his life. Well how wonderful. Then all my experience will be new to you Mr. Paul. You know I'm just crazy about doctors at hospitals. That's very interesting ma'am but I just got to... Well in fact I married my doctor. Gee ma'am your conversation is sure interesting but I really do have to be getting along. Oh no you don't. Now I'm going to take you right in the parlor and show you my photograph album. But ma'am I promised glass I'd... Now come ride along. Oh you'll just love this. I've got the most wonderful collection of pictures you ever saw. Nap shots Ms. Dinwiddie? Oh dear no. X-rays. Please. Hey Foy, Foy let me in quick. Oh hello Johnny. Come on in. Quick Foy get out of the way and let me get this door locked. Hey what's wrong with you Johnny? You look scared as a horse thief with a posse after him. It's that woman fellas that Mrs. Dinwiddie. You've got to get her away from me you just got to. What's the matter Johnny? Is she a little too much for you? Oh brother she's had me in there for two hours talking about her operations. I wouldn't have got away yet. But she went upstairs to give herself a shot for sinus trouble and I made a dash for it. Well don't worry Johnny you can stay here in the room till it's time for you and Gladys to go to the dance tonight. Oh that's another thing Foy. That's the worst of all. Mrs. Dinwiddie made me promise to take her to the dance tonight. Oh no you poor sucker. Oh Johnny how did you ever get yourself in such a mess? Why didn't you tell her you already had a date? Oh you don't know that woman Foy. Ain't no refusing her once she gets her mindset on a thing. That's bad. It's terrible. If I take Mrs. Dinwiddie to the dance why does she never forgive me? Oh Johnny looks like you'll just have to lock yourself up here and let Foy and me tell Mrs. Dinwiddie and Gladys you're sick. Yeah I reckon so. Say wait a minute. Let me think. Yeah I believe it'll work. Boys I got an idea. What do you mean Foy? Look fellas you know how mortal afraid Mrs. Dinwiddie is of getting sick. Now just suppose Johnny here had some real contagious disease. She wouldn't go near him. But Foy I ain't got no disease. You said yourself that I never been sick a day in my life. I know I know Johnny but we're going to make it look like you're sick. Now first of all we got to ride outside of town into the hills and get some tangleberry weed. Well what in tarnation is that? Well it's a weed that'll irritate your skin and make it look like you got a rash when you rub it on you. It won't hurt you none and it goes away in a few minutes. But it sure looks awful at first. Well then what do we do? We rub some of it on Johnny's face and around under his eyes. Then we have him drink a glass of vinegar. What? That's right vinegar. It'll raise your temperature for a short time and make your face flushed. Now when you get to looking real sick you'll go show yourself to Mrs. Denwiddy. And unless I miss my guess you won't have no more trouble with her. Foy you're a genius. Come on boys let's head for the hills and scare up some of that tangleberry weed. We've got to build ourselves an envelope. Here's Al with the vinegar Johnny. Here you are Foy. I got it from Mrs. Flanagan. Well did you tell her what we're going to do? Yeah I didn't want to get her scared when she saw Johnny. And she said she sure hoped it works and that if Mrs. Denwiddy gets scared and have to pack up and move she'll cancel our board bill. Good. Come on Johnny drink this down. Okay give it to me. That's the sourest stuff I ever put in my mouth. Well what were you expecting it to taste like a marshmallow milkshake or something? Come on Foy let's rub that tangleberry weed all over his face. Okay. Hold still Johnny. Now how does it feel? Not too bad. It burns a little. Holy smoke Foy that stuff sure works fast. Look his eyes are beginning to puff up already. Yeah and the vinegar is beginning to make his face flush too. Now look Johnny when you show yourself to Mrs. Denwiddy tell her you've got a bad case of cerebral trichinosis. What the heck's that? It ain't anything I just made it up. But it sounds bad and I figure along with a good look at that swollen face of yours it'll scare the wits out of Mrs. Denwiddy. Cerebral trichinosis. Cerebral trichinosis. Doggone I hope I don't forget that. Oh here's Mrs. Denwiddy's room. Mrs. Denwiddy. Oh Mrs. Denwiddy. Yes? Who is it? It's me man Johnny. I come to take you to the dance. Oh you dear boy. Well I've already done shouldn't forget that. Why ma'am what's wrong? Your face. Look at it. It's all red and swollen. Oh stand back. Keep away from me. No ma'am don't get excited. It ain't nothing but a bad case of cerebral trichinosis. Highly contagious. Oh this is awful. Mrs. Sandigan. Mrs. Sandigan. What's wrong now? What's the matter Mrs. Denwiddy? This awful creature. Look at him. He's got some horrible disease. Say he does look mighty sick at that. Looks like he's got a bad case of cerebral trichinosis. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Look at that. Looks like he's got cerebral trichinosis or something. That's just what it is. Mrs. Sandigan you must quarantine this house at once. Oh indeed I must Mrs. Denwiddy. Just a minute. But what are you going to do now? What am I going to do? I'm going to pack my bags and catch the first train back to the Mayo Brothers Clinic. Good boy. Before I've got the hander to you. Your plan sure worked. Mrs. Denwiddy was packed up and out of the house before you could say his cerebral trichinosis. She sure was Al. Well Johnny's face should be normal by now and he'll probably be showing up here at the dance any minute with Gladys. Hey look. Coming in the door. Where? Oh why yes it's Gladys. But Johnny isn't with her. That's funny. Yeah. Look she sees us. She's coming over here. Hi Gladys. Where's Johnny? Oh that dumb chick. That, that, oh. Hey simmer down there kid. What's wrong? Oh I'm so mad I could spit rivets. I get one day a year with the big girl and he has to go and get sick. Oh Gladys you've got it all wrong. Johnny ain't really sick. Why we just cooked that up to get rid of Mrs. Denwiddy. I know, I know. Johnny told me all about it. Cerebral trichinosis yet. But Gladys I don't get it. I know you don't but Johnny did. When he went out in the hills to get that tangle berry weed today he picked up the worst case of poison ivy I ever saw in my life. Life in the old west was full of excitement. The men and their women folks who ran the great cattle ranches expected trouble at all hours of the day or night while livestock, cattle rustling, Indians and other desperados kept their lives keyed to meeting emergencies. But frontier life had its monotony, its routine too. And the smart ranch wife knew how good food could pep a man up when his spirit grew dull. Just like the smart housewife today uses Weber's bread at her table because she knows that Weber's bread is that backbone of every meal. It's always tasty, always fresh and soft and so good it makes other foods taste better too. Buy a loaf of Weber's bread tomorrow in the blue and white gingham wrapper. See how much Weber's bread can add to the enjoyment of a meal. Time once again for our featured song of the week. The writers of the Purple Sage have chosen to sing for you, Trail to Mexico. Made up my mind in the early morn. To leave my home where I was born. To leave my native home a while. For many a month was in the springtime of the year. You came to me and said my dear, don't leave your home. Oh please don't go. Don't ride the trail into Mexico. Oh take your gold and your silver too. And take the girl who won't prove true. I'm going down to the Rio Grande. And ride the trail with a cowboy band. I'm on the trail into Mexico. Where the bullets fly I'm bound to go. I'll leave my native home a while. And travel west for many a month. Thank you friends. Before we go we'd like to thank Martha Wentworth, Gloria Blondell, and Lois Carbott for their good work in helping us tell our story. This is Foy Willing speaking for all of the writers of the Purple Sage, saying so long and good luck to all of you. Drifting along, singing a song under a western moon. From Hollywood you've heard your all-star Western Theater, a VM Bear production starring Foy Willing and the writers of the Purple Sage. The script was by Tom Adair, direction by Scott Barnworth. This is Terry O'Sullivan speaking. The all-star Western Theater was recorded earlier and came to you from Columbia Square. This is KNX in Los Angeles.
