The Bakers of Weber's Bread presents your all-star Western theater, recorded earlier for release at this time. Drifting along, singing a song under a western moon. From Hollywood comes your all-star Western theater, starring America's great Western singers, Foy Willing and the writers of The Purple Sage, bringing you the music, the stories and the spirit of the great open spaces. Today's special guest, the great folk singer Eddie Arnold. But now, here are the writers of The Purple Sage. Hi yippee-oh yippee-ay, at the break of the day, I ride along with a song in my heart all the way. I find an open range, a land that is free. Not where the skies of blue keep smiling down on me. When the sun goes to rest on the rim of the west, the moon above will return and the campers will burn to the stars above. I'll sing of my love with the sage-bride symphony. You'll hear the sweet melodies in the sigh of the breeze and all day long there's a song from the birds and the trees. When the stars come creeping into the sky, a lonely prairie lope will sing the lullaby. You'll hear the call of the wild in the twilight beguile. You'll hear them blend at the end in melodious style. When the echoes fade, this sweet serenade is the sage-bride symphony. Eee-oo eedle-eedle-ee-oo, eee-oo eee-oo eee-oo eee-oo eee-oo eee-oo. Well friends, hello. It's good to be back with you again, bringing you our western songs and stories. And speaking of western songs, here's one that kindly hits the spot with a cowboy who likes to sing a song of yesteryear. We especially like it and hope you do too. It's called Sometimes. Sometimes to every lonely one, sometimes someone comes along somewhere. There is an only one singing love's old song. The gray skies above you will change to fairest blue sometime. Someone will whisper, I love you, love you true. The gray skies above you will change to fairest blue sometime. Someone will whisper, I love you, love you true. 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We want you to meet one of the greatest folk singers of all time, Tennessee's own Eddie Arnold. Hello folks. Boy, it's mighty nice of you to invite me to your All-Star Western Theater and I want to thank you. Oh, don't thank me, Eddie. We had a selfish reason. We want to hear you sing. Uh, maybe something I did on Victor Records. That's right. It's a Sin? It is. Listen and you'll see. It's a sin, my darling, how I love you, because I know our love can never be. It's a sin to keep this memory of you when silence proves that you've forgotten me. The dream I built for us has tumbled, each promise broken like my heart. It's a sin, my darling, how I love you so much in love and yet so far apart. It's a sin to hide behind this heartache to make believe that I've found someone new. It's a sin to say that I don't miss you when people know I'm still in love with you. I'm sure you're happy with another who shares the love I couldn't win. I might pretend that I'd live without you when deep inside I know that it's a sin. Oh, Eddie, that was really great. Just like we thought it would be. Well, Foy, what about you and the boys and me doing one together? Eddie, singing with you is a privilege we aren't going to overlook. So if you'll just take a front row seat while we tell our story, we'll get together right after it. Oh, okay. Good now. Eddie, all right, Terry, take over. Well, few folks believe in ghosts, least of all Foy willing in the Riders of the Purple Sage, or so they say. Still in all, today's story is one they call the Ghost of Little Deer Canyon. As all Westerners and most tourists know, there are so many beautiful canyons in the mountain country that it's difficult to say which particular canyon has been most graced with nature's unsurpassable handicraft. There are canyons which are stark and unchanging, canyons with streams or rivers, canyons that are dry, and canyons with lush vegetation bounded by softly rising foothills. Such a canyon as the last is Little Deer Canyon, almost idyllic in its beauty and fiercely loved by the half-dozen families who have small ranches there. And it was in Little Deer Canyon that there suddenly appeared a ghost. The Riders of the Purple Sage know Little Deer Canyon well. They've written through many times. They're acquainted with the families living there. Through the grapevine they've heard of the strange appearance of the ghost, and they've come to investigate. Little Deer Canyon, pretty as ever. Garden spot, that's what it is. And the best place in the world to have a picnic. Boy, I do declare, it doesn't seem possible to me that folks would believe there's a ghost in this canyon. I know, Al. There's something mighty peculiar going on. Ghost? There ain't no such. Don't be too sure, Johnny. Boy, do you believe in ghosts? I didn't say that. But there's a lot of things that go on, and nobody's been able to explain them yet. Al, do you believe in ghosts? Don't try to pin me down, son. Boy, you ready to take a camping spot for tonight? I am. Yeah, a ghost-proof one. How does that little fan of Aspen strike you, there by the river? Looks fine. Okay by me. Let's pull off down there then. Easy there, stand there, girl. No wondering about. I'm, uh, I always did favor Little Deer River. It's so peaceful. You know what burns me up? Okay, Al Stooge. What burns you up, Johnny? Well, here's a pretty little stream, and a thirsty cowboy can't drink out of it. Seems silly. Here's a water bag, Johnny. Yeah, that's what I mean. You gotta be careful of typhoid fever. And that water's as clear as a bell. However clear a bell is. You know, boys, this makes me think. Ridiculous. Now wait, give me a chance. I was thinking, there's probably typhoid germs in Little Deer River there. Well, likely so. But you can't see them. That's right. And there's supposed to be a ghost in Little Deer Canyon, but you can't see him. Well, is there a connection? Sure, Al. Oh, I get it. We get the ghost to drink out of the river, and he gets typhoid fever. Oh, dry up, will you? I mean, if we wanted to take the trouble, we could see the typhoid germs by hunting and looking through a microscope. Oh, I see, Al. Boy's gonna hunt the ghost with a microscope, whatever that is. I mean, to find the ghost the same way I'd find a typhoid germ. Honey, down. Two gun willing to the rescue. Oh, you guys. Hello. Hello. Hey, it's Jim Gardner. Hello, Jim. Hello, boys. Look, fellas, he's got everything loaded into his wagon. I was just noticing that, Johnny. Well, he was one of the proudest homesteaders around here. Yeah, sure seems funny. He's leaving. The ghost. You really think so, boy? Shh. Hey, Jim, by golly, how are you? Nervous, boy, nervous. Oh, hello, Johnny. Al. How are you? Good to see you, Jim. I guess I don't need to ask what you're so nervous about, Jim. The ghost in the deer canyon. You're moving out, Jim? Yeah, boy, I sold. To who? A young fella new around here. Andy Sequest's name is. Andy Sequest? He's not afraid of the ghost, I guess. He says we're all fools. He says... Jim, what do you mean, we're all fools? Why, shoot, boy. Everybody's leaving little deer. You mean you're all being scared out by a ghost? Well, if I was alone, like Sequest, I'd stay, but I got a wife expecting and two small kids, and they're nearly out of their heads with fear. Well, what scared them, Jim? The ghost. Yeah, we've heard about the ghost, but I mean, did you see anything? Heard it. Heard it, huh? What did it sound like, Jim? Worst sound that mortal man ever had to listen to. What kind of a sound, Jim? Boy, I don't hardly know how to describe it. It cuts through your head like a brad night. You can't get away from it. It fills the whole doggone canyon. Gosh. How do you mean it fills the canyon? I mean, it fills the canyon. You can't hide your head under a pillar or nothing like that. You can't get away from it. How often do you hear it, Jim? Boy, it's been going on most every night, three weeks or more. Never happens in the daytime, I suppose. Oh, no. Anybody ever say what kind of a ghost it was or whose ghost? Well, somebody told Andy Sequest it was the ghost of an Indian chief. It was the head of the tribe. Used to live in this canyon. Well, that sounds logical. Andy don't believe it. But I don't know. Jim, you say you sold your place to this Andy Sequest? Yeah, and he's welcome to it. Anybody else sold out to him? Well, there's only one family left, the Cutlers. They'll be selling out for long. Well, great jumping, gee, horsey fat. The ghost has really cleaned out Little Deer Canyon. Sure has, Al. Well, I gotta get back to the wagon. I'll see you, boys. Hey, Jim, you think the ghost will howl tonight? You howl? You better you howl. Want another log on the fire? I don't think so, Johnny. You'll be turning in shortly. What's eating you? Oh, I'm writing a song. That's all, brother. Listen. Oh, oh, I forgot to tell you. This is an Indian song. Who does the hunting when the chief is out haunting? Who does the flinting when the chief is out hinting? Who does the planting when the chief is out ranting? I know, never fear that. Al. Huh? What was that second line again? Hey, you like my song, boy? No. But what was that second line? Oh, well, uh, who does the flinting when the chief is out hinting? I think... Yes, sir? I think that's the key. To what? Somebody's hinting. What? What do you think that was, hmm? Who's got the castanets? That's my chief. Johnny, let go of me. I can't. Who, who does the hunting when the chief is out haunting? Boys, listen. I'm not going to tell you anymore. Oh, no. I tell you, fellas, I think I'm pretty brave most times, but right now my blood's running mighty cold. Mine stopped running. Can you guys tell where that's coming from? No, I ain't sure I want to. Be serious. I'm serious. Change. An Indian chief clanking change? Go ahead. Doesn't clank very loud. Boy, the sound is all around. It comes from everywhere. Jim Gardner said it was like that. He said it's so the cat... And you couldn't get away from it. Jim Gardner's a truthful man. Well, I don't think he can ever become a member of the Riders of the Purple Sage. No, but he's a good candidate for the Hoosdale, and I think I know his name. Hey, guys, look. The ghost. A white ghost on a white horse. He's riding the ridge above Cutler's Ranch. Come on, boys. The shot gun. Stop. Let's shoot at him. No, not yet. He's got down the other side. Don't you shoot. Let me. Go ahead. He's disappeared. Pull up, boys. It's just a white ghost. Adam. Don't you shoot like me. All that boy. For how could you miss him he's such a perfect target I missed him on purpose out on purpose for a good reason I hope Johnny back at the campfire I wrote two questions on a piece of paper I want you to take the piece of paper and ride the big deer and right now right now when you get there call the ranger station and ask the ranger these two questions and bring the answers back as quick as you can get here okay but it'll be about six in the morning good we'll be at the Cutler's I swear you'd think that old rooster be so scary never crow again when the sun comes up a rooster is gonna crow mr. Cutler regardless and I'd like to see that very same rooster go right on crow in on that very same fence oh yeah I hate to bring up the subject again mr. Cutler but if you'll just stick with us for 24 hours but I saw the ghost last night boy right up there in the ridge we saw him too but I think we can lay him to rest if you won't sell out at least not to Andy sequence well and he didn't want anybody to sell out to me he pooh-poohs the guy here comes Johnny Johnny Oh oh that's Andy come on out boys I want you to meet him. Oh Andy hello Mr. Cutler and the boy willing now slowly once you know Andy you were here last night any what the ghost Mr. Cutler I think all you folks are going crazy I didn't hear anything well I know you didn't hear the ghost no I was sound asleep well I heard it my family heard it Mr. Cutler don't tell me you want to sell out to me too Mr. Cutler has decided to stay here and set the ghost out well I'm glad to hear it if there's a ghost of course by the end I'm riding down to big deer Mr. Cutler got to register the deed to the Gardner ranch anything I could do for you down there no oh thank you all right you stick around no sense in me own in the whole canyon there sure ain't. Johnny you made good time yeah but I might be hello Mr. Cutler did you get it Johnny yeah boy here's the answer to your question. Well Mr. Cutler you're going to have to sell anyway I am yeah but not the Andy sequence come on boys while Andy's on his way to big deer we're going to look around where the ghost disappeared last night. Or there's a lot of equipment back to when this little cave which our friends so carefully camouflage a lot of equipment but what is it yeah our friend Mr. Sequel to the ham operator what is that I have to ask the Rangers there any ham operators around here and I felt silly why Johnny any fool knows that a ham operator is somebody that operates on ham. I feel like please do what is it though I and the operates the shortwave broadcasting out there this is it shortwave how you ride up to the other end of the canyon and see if you can find something that looks like this up my tree what do I do with it if I find leave it there Johnny you look down at the lower end of the canyon for the same thing okay and I'm going to and isn't see if you've got any white horse laying around the barn. Andy I'm real glad you can say did to come along with Johnny and me I'll tell you the truth for I don't see much sense in it riding around the canyon in the middle of the night well I think maybe with your help we can find this ghost there's no ghost around here those people are not out of their mind well I'm not going out of my mind and I thought that's right whoa whoa and I heard it too right up there on the ridge that's where we saw the ghost and that sounds he made wow well I never heard anything or seen anything I'm not gonna let myself believe it the rest you want it's okay with me only the gardeners in the Fremonts and the rest of more darn fools to sell out move away and I told them so how much did you pay him for the ranch you bandy thousand dollars a ranch I bet I could have had him for five hundred why those are actually the worth five thousand a piece if they were the guy surely are you think I'm going to turn him down those people are such fools. What in the name of the ghost. What's going on here what kind of a gag are you guys trying to pull. Oh what a scary ghost. There ain't no ghost I know there ain't but I mean you mean what it's a trick it's some kind of a trick a trick about like the one you tried to pull isn't it I didn't try to pull anything it was legitimate I mean we know what you mean Andy we found your little broadcasting set up in the cave what's that got to do with it I'm a licensed ham operator sure I know it I know too that you've got receivers and amplifiers in each end of the canyon I have not oh yes you have you great big fat ghost you look look fellas I and I found the white horse you put on your horse when you appeared on the ridge last night we also know why you wanted people to move out of this canyon even though you told them you thought they should stay I didn't want them to move. I didn't want them to move. You wanted people to sell out to you cheap because you found out there's a government dam going across Little Deer River at the lower end how did you know this whole canyon is going to be a reservoir and the government's going to buy the land at a decent price from the owners look fellas maybe we can make a deal we sure can brother we're going to ride down to big deer with you while you deep back to those people the wrenches you tricked them out of and you'll do it with a grant deed and you won't try to get your money back I don't know and then you'll get out of this part of the country or do you want to have a lot of trouble all right all right fellas I'll do it okay Johnny's boy drives face right up and tell Al he can quit being the ghost of Little Deer Canyon well boy and the boy sure solved the problem of the so-called ghost in Little Deer Canyon you probably don't need any ghost problems solved but if you've got any menu problems you'll find Weber's bread can be plenty helpful the downright goodness of Weber's means more meal appeal each fresh tender flavorsome slice makes any food more satisfying more nourishing too for example have you still got some leftover turkey try it cream and serve on crisp slices of Weber's toast or try cold turkey sandwiches on tender slices of Weber's bread spread with cranberry sauce any way you eat Weber's bread it's got a flavor you never tire of so buy Weber's bread always fresh tender and delicious in the blue and white gingham wrapper now the writers of the purple sage and the ever great tumbling tumbleweed yeah see them tumble and bow lead in their love to the ground lonely but free I'll be found drifting along with a tumble and tumbleweed chairs of the past are behind I know where to go but I'll find Just where the trail will wind Drifting along with the tumble and tumbleweed I know where night has gone That a new world's born a dawn I'll keep rolling along Deep in my heart is a song Here on the range I belong Drifting along with the tumble and tumbleweed I know where night has gone That a new world's born a dawn I'll keep rolling along Deep in my heart is a song Here on the range I belong Drifting along with the tumble and tumbleweed Now if I had a nickel I know what I would do I'd spend it all for candy and give it all to you I'd spend it all for candy and 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 never move at all I'd sit where I could see you And 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 tiger I'd hang around your den I'd pester you, my honey, until you let me in Cause that's how much I love you, baby That's how much I love you Now if you were a horsefly 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 Well, if you want to marry Now let me tell you what I'll go and find the parson And let him tie the knot We'll go and find the parson And let him tie the knot Cause that's how much I love you, baby That's how much I love you Well, that about does it for this time, friends. We're always glad when you can be with us, and we want to invite you to join us again next week. Our thanks to Eddie Arnold, who appeared through the courtesy of Ralston Purina Company. Tyler McVeigh, and also John T. Smith for helping us tell our story. This is Four Willings speaking for Al Sloey, Johnny Paul, Scotty Harrell, the writers of The Purple Sage. Saying so long and the best of 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 America's great Western singers, Roy Willing, and the writers of The Purple Sage. The script was written and directed by Scott Farnworth. 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, inviting you to listen to Vaughn Monroe at 9.30 tonight. It's 27 seconds until 7 p.m. B-U-L-O-V-A, Bulova Watch Time. 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