The Bakers of Weber's Bread present your all-star Western theater produced in Hollywood and transcribed for release at this more convenient time. From Hollywood comes your all-star Western theater, starring America's great Western singers, Foy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage, bringing you the music, the stories, and the spirit of the great open spaces. Today our special guest is one of America's great singers of folk songs, Eddie Arnold. And now, the Riders of the Purple Sage. We never work for a way. We live a life of leisure here on the desert drive. We never search for a treasure. We want nothing gold can buy. We lose the cares of our age. Sing in a song of the sage. Sing in a song of the sage. Hello friends. We're mighty glad to have Eddie Arnold back for another appearance on All-Star Western Theater. And we know you are too. Now the boys and I have a song you've asked us to sing again and again these past months. And it's one we enjoy singing too. So thanks for asking. Little White House with You Inside. Little White House with You Inside, and heaven will be near me. With your love, proved and tried, always near to cheer me. From your side I won't roam. With your love I can't go wrong. Little White House with You Inside, and I'll be satisfied. Little White House with You Inside, life will be so happy. Yours and mine at my side, calling me their fappy. Stars may come and rain may fall. I'll be near you when you call. Little White House with You Inside, and I'll be satisfied. Little White House with You Inside, and I'll bring home the money. You're the queen and my bride I'll always call you honey. You love me and I love you. Love like ours will be true. Little White House with You Inside, I'll be satisfied. Little White House with You Inside, never mind the weather. Face this world side by side, we'll grow old together. Old and gray, still in love. Thank the Lord from above. Little White House with You Inside, I'll be satisfied. 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You've got some songs to sing for us today and I'd like to say publicly now that one of the reasons you're here for another appearance on All-Star Western Theater is because your fans from all over the country have asked to hear you again. Well thanks, Foy. That's awfully nice to hear. Those letters are about the surest way to tell whether or not a man is a success. And believe me, Eddie, you are. Well, Foy, I'm still Tennessee's old plow boy. But with music in your heart, honest, sincere music. What's your first song going to be, Eddie? A little love ballad that's popular right now, To My Sorrow. To my sorrow I loved you only because you told me your heart was true. Then you left me to love another. To my sorrow I trusted you. Only time can heal this longing in my heart, dear, and somebody else may help me to forgive. I should hate you for all these hard days, but to my sorrow I love you again. To my sorrow you made a vow, dear, and you promised to never go. Now you promise and vows are broken. Why I love you I'll never know. Maybe someday when your hair has turned to silver you'll be sorry that you said we had to part. Though I'm smiling, inside I'm crying. To my sorrow you're in my heart. 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 they've called their story Buried Treasure. In the 1870s when silver kings were taking great quantities of precious metal from the earth, Eureka was a thriving little settlement. But now it's merely a ghost town. Few silent weather-beaten buildings that stand alone in the desert. A scant handful of people. Men who for one reason or another want to get away from the sight of other men. Misfits, criminals, hermits. The Riders of the Purple Sage headed for Eureka one morning and more than mere curiosity drove them along the trail. They too felt they must get away from other men and they had a very definite reason for thinking so. I say we ought to tie him up to one of them old lampposts when we get him to Eureka Foy and leave him there to starve. I'm inclined to agree with you Al. If we weren't so chicken-hearted we'd really make him suffer like he's made other people suffer. Who's this you guys are talking about? We're talking about you Johnny. You and that saxophone. Oh now Foy. Trying to learn to play that thing has got us run out of three counties already this week and the ghost town is about our last refuge. If your billy goat by brought and disturbed somebody out here then we're gonna have to do something about you. Come on let's high tail it. There's a sandstorm gonna hit and we want to get to cabin before it does. Sure God there's some extra cabin so we got a place to keep the horses. Really bad. Oh can't hardly breathe. Head for the cabin straight to the left. It looks tight as any. More sand blowing through the air and there's land on the ground. Gonna last all night too. Hey somebody help me will ya. What? I got more to carry than you guys have. And a saxophone case is just like a sailor. You guys are just jealous that's all. Sure glad the storm died down this morning ain't you Foy? I'll be in the cowboy band and you won't. Yeah well it was a doozy all right. I might even be asked to play a solo. Somebody at the door. Clear out here. That brass moose call of Johnny's has disturbed somebody clear out here. I'll see who it is. You better be thinking up an excuse Johnny. Howdy. Mister if you heard some wailing. You're Foy Willing ain't you. Yeah but I wasn't playing that set. I seen your horses I recognized them. I wonder if you could tell me what I ought to do. Somebody killed Joe. What's that? I don't think it was me. I don't remember killing him but then sometimes I can't remember all the things I do. Al, Johnny come here. Come on Johnny this is your party. What's the trouble? This man what'd you say your name was? Ben. Just Ben. He tells me a fellow's been murdered. Oh no you don't. This is a frame-up. My plane ain't that bad. Hold it Johnny. Just a minute Ben. Let's close the door. Well I went to Mr. Whitehead's cabin about Sunhawk as soon as the storm started to die down. I told him about Joe but Mr. Whitehead didn't seem to care. He says why didn't I bury Joe? Because Joe's only a hermit nobody care if he was dead. Well I didn't want to do that especially not after Joe being killed in my cabin. Ben maybe you better sit down. I don't think I killed him. Let's start at the beginning. Suppose you tell us step by step what happened. Well I went off to get some supplies I remember that one. When a big storm come up I had a hard time getting home. I think I came straight to my own cabin. I don't believe I stopped in to see Joe. I was still blowing when I got home. I lighted the lamp and stood there a minute catching a breath. Then I saw Joe lying on the floor. He was dead. And your cabin? I thought I ought to tell somebody but the storm got worse so I had to wait. It was blowing a little when I went to see Mr. Whitehead that was about Sunhawk. Al, Johnny, I don't like the looks of this. We better go over to Ben's cabin and see what it's all about. That's my cabin over there. I carried must be seventy five or eighty nice flat rocks and built a walk up to it so the place it'll look homey. But the storm covered them all up. Yeah a good three inches of sand even on the window sills. Ben you haven't told us anything about the man that was killed. Who is he exactly? Joe? Yeah. Oh Joe was an Indian, a fine fella. Only he was awful afraid of being burned in an everlasting fire. You mean he was religious? No just afraid. Once he swore an oath that he'd never tell somewhere where some money was buried. The fellow who buried it made him swear said Joe would burn in an everlasting fire if he did. Folks was always coming up here pestering Joe trying to make him tell. I reckon we know why Joe was killed now anyway. Yeah and we'd probably be able to track down the killer if it hadn't been for that storm wiping out the footprints. That's footprints see. Running toward us from the cabin. That's my cabin. I reckon the footprints are mine too. I made them just now come to see you. Yeah guess you're right Ben. Just my luck. Spend all day fooling around this and I won't have any practice at all. Put your hands in the air. Al, Johnny. All of ya. In the doorway that cabin. Put your hands in the air I got a gun. Down Al, Johnny. Down Ben. I'm gonna shoot. You got him boy. He's running. Come on let's get him. No no let me go. Let me go. We got him. I didn't know you were sheriff's men. There's been a murder here. You were strangers. I thought you might have killed him. You got him in the arm when you shot point. You were strangers. That might have been. They were with me Mr. Whitehead. You know I wouldn't be with Kramer. So you're Mr. Whitehead. You're the man who told Ben to bury Joe instead of reporting the murder. No no but I said was. We mustn't bury him until we do report the murder isn't that what I said Ben? Well no. I ain't sure. I thought that. Al you and Johnny look after Whitehead's arm. Only a flesh wound but he may need cleaning. I'll take Ben and have a look at the cabin. Yeah while we're fixing the arm we'll ask Mr. Whitehead a few questions. A man who's always ready to use a gun usually knows a few things as far as killings are concerned. There he is. That's Joe. Right there on the floor. Face down. I don't think I killed him but but sometimes I don't remember everything I do. My mind isn't clear all the time. He could have been shot after he got here all right Ben. I know if I could remember whether I stopped at Joe's for supper last night. Lots of times I eat with him. Seems more likely he was shot somewhere else though and came in here before he died. There wasn't any struggle in your cab. Wait there's a gun. What? 45 automatic. Well I'll get it. No no I'll get it. We don't want to spoil any fingerprints. Oh that must be the gun that killed him. Ben I'm sorry but finding this gun here makes things look awful bad for you. I like Joe too. You started to tell us something about people pestering him to give up the buried treasure. Well yes when Joe was young he worked for a man named Mr. Morley. Mr. Morley was rich but he didn't like his wife. He was afraid of her. So one night he and Joe took all the money. They buried him. He made Joe swear never to tell what they'd done with him. They buried him. He made Joe swear never to tell what they'd done with him. He told Joe he'd burned in an everlasting fire if he ever broke his word. Who's been pestering Joe? Mr. Morley's daughter. Her name is Barbara. Her last name is Thompson now. She's married. Yeah Barbara is nice though. Sometimes she gets excited but mostly she brings Joe things to eat when she comes to try and make him fail. Who else knows about the buried treasure? I do but I never bothered Joe cause money won't do me much good. Now Barbara's husband knows about it too and Mr. Whitehead. Whitehead eh? Oh he's been wanting to make a deal with Joe. He said if Joe would tell him where the money was they'd build a big a big resort with swimming pools and everything. Come on you get at that. Take it easy my arm is sore. Yeah well I want to finish up here so I can practice my saxophone. What's all this? Boy Mr. Whitehead said the girl was here yesterday. She came after you left for town Dan. Who was it? Barbara Thompson. How did you know? Well Ben's been telling me about people who drop around. She left just before the storm came up Dan. Johnny and I went over to her cabin boy and Whitehead seems to be telling the truth. There's ashes in the stove and they're still warm. Stuff is all piled up like she meant to make a quick getaway. Something must have scared her and made her run out before she had a chance to load the things in her car. I'm sure that's it. You have opinions on almost everything don't you Mr. Whitehead? I'm trying to help. I studied law so I know something to solve in crimes. Oh you found the murder weapon? How do you know this is a murder weapon? Why shortly after Ben left this morning I walked over to see if there was any truth in what he said about a murder. I rather thought he was having another hallucination and I wanted a check. Well the gun was on the floor then. Hmm. That's how I happened to accuse you. Just seen the body and jumped to the conclusions you were the killer's perfectly natural reaction. Al suppose we go back to the girls cabin. I'd like to see if we can find her town address. We already got her address boy. Johnny found it when we were going through her stuff. She lived just this side of town. Good. We'll have to ride in report the murder anyhow so we'll stop and see her on the way. What about these two? Mr. Whitehead you'll want a doctor to have a look at your arm and I'm sure Ben wouldn't care to stay out here alone under the circumstances. So we'll take both of you along. I'll don't give Ben and Whitehead this information but here's the plan we better follow. I'll ride on ahead and see if I can pick up the girl and I'll tell it for the sheriff's office. Right. You and Johnny keep watch over these two. Take Whitehead to the doctor and have the wound looked after. I'll meet you outside the doctor's office after you finish. Yeah let's save all the time we can. My music is sure suffering today. Where's Ben and Whitehead Al? Up in the doctor's office. I thought there'd be less chance of him getting away if I had Johnny guard him there and I stayed at the door here. Did you find out anything about the gal? Just enough to throw suspicion on her. She moved last night. Moved? Yeah I had a row with her husband. He left first and a few minutes later she walked out. That does look suspicious. How about the sheriff? He's out working on another case. His office has sent for him. Al I think the best thing we can do is to go back to the ghost town and wait there. It's just possible the girl might come back to get her things. Kind of a long shot though ain't it? Maybe but it'll be easier to keep watch over Ben and Whitehead out there. Oh one thing more I found Whitehead's picture in the files at the sheriff's office. He served a couple of terms in prison. No wonder the guy claims to know how crimes are solved. Boy we better get out there. Maybe we can have this all wrapped up by the time the sheriff arrives. You know this is illegal don't you? You know you haven't any right to hold Ben and me. We're not holding you Mr. Whitehead. We're merely escorting you back to where you live. Maybe we are holding him out. Maybe we got a right to hold a man who pulls a gun on us. A whole day is almost gone. All right let's tie up here. You'll pay for this. I know something about the law too. We know you do Mr. Whitehead. I found you dead when I was at the sheriff's office. There she is. There's Barbara Thompson. Where Ben? Right there beyond them building. She's digging for us. She's digging in the ground. Johnny put a gun on these two. Watch Whitehead particularly. Al come on we'll get the girl. She must know where the treasure was buried and if she knows she must have found out from Joe before he was killed. What do you want with me? You can't come. Drop those tools and come on. You haven't any right to tell me. Drop the tools and come on. We represent the sheriff's office. Oh. There was a murder here last night and you visited the man who was murdered shortly before the killing took place. I didn't do it. I didn't kill him. But you don't deny you were here. You don't deny you came hoping to get him to tell where the money's buried and you don't deny that you're digging for the money now. I can explain. Another thing. Last night after the killing you moved without giving a forwarding address. I quarreled with my husband. He left first and then I did. While I was getting ready to leave I found a map that shows where the treasure is. It was in some of my father's belongings. I had never noticed it before. Where's the map? Let's see it. No. Let's see the map. The map is mine. It shows where the money is buried and the money belongs to me. Nobody else is going to get it. You haven't got a map. You're lying. I don't know that you're from the sheriff's office. You soon will. We'll hold you until the sheriff comes. Then he can take you along on a murder charge. Here's the map. That's better. You've explained everything pretty well so far. But there's still another item. You left rather hurriedly last night. Not any more hurriedly than usual. You didn't put the fire out in your cabin. I didn't build any fire in my cabin. Your belongings are packed. Ready to be taken away. My belongings. I didn't pack anything. I wasn't even in my cabin. I talked to Joe. Tried to get him to tell me where the money was buried and when he wouldn't. I know. Bring him down now. Let's bring him down. Good work. Good work. We got him this time. We won't run away no more. We got him in the leg. All right, Barbara, you and Ben can go as far as we're concerned, but you better let us know where you can be reached. The sheriff may want to talk with you. Thank you. Thank you for it. I'm so glad you decided I'm not a murderer. What about me? What are you gonna do about me? We're holding you on a charge of murder, Mr. Whitehead. You can't prove I killed anybody. You've already confessed. When you came into the cabin this morning, you identified the automatic I was holding as the murder weapon. But I explained. Your explanation was your confession. You said you went into Ben's cabin earlier while Ben was away looking for us. You said you saw the gun line beside the body then. But you weren't there then, Mr. Whitehead. You couldn't have been there this morning. Our way to seeing your footprints leading to the door. But my footprints... The only footprints were Ben's and they led away from the cabin. What really happened was that you shot Joe during the storm. After he had staggered into Ben's cabin, you followed through the gun in on the floor beside him. So Ben would be blamed for the killing. All that happened during the storm and the storm covered your footprints. You killed Joe. Well, thank goodness that's settled. Now maybe I can go back and do some practice. Oh, hadn't you ought to wait until after the sheriff takes Mr. Whitehead away, Johnny? Don't you think hanging is enough punishment for Mr. Whitehead? He had an ought to be tortured too. 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A señorita, a sweet pepita, her other loves will soon forget. If he's insistent and she's not distant, the señorita will confess. This gay ranchero, this caballero, he'd only ask and she'll say yes. Soon there'll be a fiesta with a blushing bride and a gay ranchero standing by her side. If they find a promise that they have in store, they'll be counting little cheekos by the score. Back on his rancho, we have unpancho with his pepita by his side. She thinks he's handsome, worth any ransom. To him she's still a blushing bride. Our gay ranchero, our caballero, still tells the world of how they met. This gay ranchero, this caballero, says he has nothing to regret. Now to end the story that I once was told, here's a little secret that I must unfold. For they found a promise that they had in store. Now they're really counting cheekos by the score. Gay ranchero, caballero, says that he has nothing to regret. Now a song that carries with it the real spirit and traditions of the West. Eddie Arnold joins the writers of the Purple Sage and we hear, I'll hold you in my heart until I can hold you in my arms. I'll hold you in my heart till I can hold you in my arms like you've never been held before. I'll think of you each day and then I'll breathe the night away till you are in my arms once more. The stars up in the sky know the reason why I feel so blue when I'm away from you. I'll hold you in my heart till I can hold you in my arms. So darling, please wait for me. I'll hold you in my heart till I can hold you in my arms like you've never been held before. I'll think of you each day and then I'll dream the night away till you are in my arms once more. The stars up in the sky know the reason why I feel so blue when I'm away from you. I'll hold you in my heart till I can hold you in my arms. So darling, please wait for me. Well that's about it for this time friends. Eddie Arnold, thanks for coming over again and thanks to Ralston Purina Company for their permission. The actors who helped us tell our story today were Janet Logan, Tom Holland, and Norman Field. This is Poy Willing speaking for Al Sloey, Scotty Harrell, and Johnny Paul. The writers of the Purple Sage sing 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 America's great western singers, Poy Willing and the writers of the Purple Sage. The script was by Ray Wilson and direction by Scott Farnworth. This is Terry O'Sullivan speaking. Ladies and gentlemen, the all-star Western Theater was transcribed and presented by the makers of that good Weber's bread. Here's a note. The all-star Western Theater will be heard one hour later next Saturday night, so be sure to listen at 8 30 p.m. California Daylight Saving Time for the all-star Western Theater. This is the mutual Don Lee broadcasting system. KHJ, the Don Lee station Los Angeles by
