The bakers of that good Weber's bread present your all-star Western theater. Drifting 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 writers of the Purple Sage. Bringing you the music, the stories and the spirit of the great open spaces. Now here are the writers of the Purple Sage. Thank you friends. This is Poy Willing with a great big Western welcome to all of you. And a western story and some of the finest western songs to go with it, right Poy? That's right Terry and we'd like to break out with a beautiful ballad to prove it. This is one of your own songs isn't it? That's one that said Robin and I wrote together and it's called I Cried Myself to Sleep Over You. I cried myself to sleep over you. I'm wondering dear if you miss me too. My heart can't see why we should be apart. Sometimes I could forget you it seems. But there you are again in my dreams. Then comes the dawn I'll find you gone sweetheart. Life was one sweet happiness. No worries dear, no fears. Now I face a lonely room. My pillow soaked with tears. My darling won't you please tell me where. I'll hold you in my arms once again. Until you do I'll cry myself to sleep over you. Life was one sweet happiness. No worries dear, no fears. Now I face a lonely room. My pillow soaked with tears. My darling won't you please tell me where. I'll hold you in my arms once again. Until you do I'll cry myself to sleep over you. My easy on the airs isn't it folks. The boys singing I mean. People tell us that songs by the writers of the Purple Sage really put them in the mood for life in the wide open spaces. You know practically everybody seems to have a hankering for the great outdoors. Maybe that's why Weber's bread is so popular. This plump soft loaf in the bright blue gingham wrapper has a taste that's fresh as all outdoors. Weber's bread is good bread. Weber's bread doesn't pretend to be anything else. Fine ingredients, vitamins, minerals, and baking skill make it just the bread your appetite is looking for at meal times. Or between meals for that matter. You see Weber's bread tastes good. So good you can almost make a meal of it. Why don't you try a loaf? We know you'll like it. Remember the name Weber's bread. Remember the wrapper bright blue gingham. Now back to your all-star Western theater. The writers of the Purple Sage have made millions of friends through their recordings as well as through their pictures and radio show. Here's one of the songs they recorded for capital that's guaranteed to please anyone, anywhere, any way and the title Anytime. Anytime you're feeling lonely, anytime you're feeling blue, anytime you feel downhearted, that will prove your love for me is true. Anytime you're thinking about me, that's the time I think of you. Anytime you say you want me back again, that's the time I'll come back home to you. Anytime you're feeling lonely, anytime you're feeling blue, anytime you feel downhearted, that will prove your love for me is true. Anytime you're thinking about me, that's the time I think of you. Anytime you say you want only my love, that's the time I'll come back home to you. Boy, I'll bet we could use another helping of that smooth, sweet music that you and the writers of the Purple Sage do so well. Well, Terry, how do you think the folks would like a waltz? Why, I don't see how it could miss. Well, here's one that I kindly like. I'm waltzing with a broken heart. I'm waltzing with a broken heart. Cause I'm dancing my last waltz with you. You're telling me that we must part. That you're sorry but... There's in the little hole to grow waltzing with a broken heart. Cause I'm dancing my last waltz with you. I smile at our friends as they go dancing by. How little they know I'm so ready to cry. I'm waltzing with a broken heart. Cause I'm dancing my last waltz with you. This is the time for Foy, Willing and the writers of the Purple Sage to bring you another of their stories of this great wide land we call the West. Today's story is a straight shooting yarn they call gun smoke. The days may be gone when westerners come to town wearing a.45, but not on the desert land, but in the wide mountain ranges, guns are still a part of a cowhands equipment. A rifle slung to the saddle in a cold and a low holster are common sights. And it's taken for granted that any rider worth his pay knows how to throw lead when the situation calls for it. Foy Willing remembers a time when he and the boys ran into a gun slinging situation far up in the Imogalon Rim Country in Arizona. The cliffs and canyons are as straight and rough as the men who ride the rim rock. But the river valleys are belly deep in grass the year round, and the cattle that run the open range are the fattest and finest white faces you ever saw. Foy and the writers of the Purple Sage were spending a little time at the Rocking Jay getting the feel of the saddle again and giving a helping hand and round up time to that grand old cattleman Sunshine Johnson. They hadn't figured on this gunplay that our story's about, but here's the way it happened. There's another one Foy! How does it? You got ever done one of them? Yeah, it looks like I shot up every ten can on the ranch, but it's good practice. Well, you're done practicing now. You shot yourself out of target. Well, we got work to do anyhow. Here comes Sunshine now. He'll have a job for us for sure. Oh, it sure feels good to be back working spread again, doesn't it? Sure does, but I got a hunch when the roundup's over you'll be glad to head back to Hollywood. Ah, I'm a cow hand from way back. I'm gonna retire and run me a ranch somewhere. Oh, there, oh! Howdy, Sunshine. Morning, Foy. Howdy. Howdy, Sunshine. Got a job for us, Sunshine? None of you get hurt in all that shooting. Nah, Foy was knocking off ten cans. Slug might have ricocheted and killed some dogs. Oh, I was shooting into that hill. Might have set fire to the grass. With all the water you got here, boy, the grass is too green to burn. Might have a dry year or so. Scares me just to think about it. You know, it's easy to see why they call you Sunshine. Well, the good Lord put a lot of trouble in this world, Foy. I figure I got to get mine sooner or later and it worries me. Well, why don't you wait until some trouble happens and then worry? Well, I got me plenty of trouble right now. Hey, you know that little box canyon on the river trail? Sure. Boys tell me that there's twenty, thirty strays in there. Somebody's gonna have to go down there and just drive them on out. Well, that's easy. Hal and I are all saddled up. We'll get them. Well, I sure do hate to ask you, Foy. No trouble at all. That's an easy ride. If a horse stumbles on that river trail, you might get pitched right over the darn cliff. Dog gone it's sunshine. You'll have me crying in a minute. Come on, Hal. Let's go get that stock. Well, I'll ride with you, Foy. There ain't no telling what might happen. Okay. I'll drop these guns by the ranch house. No, no. Bring them along. I seen a cougar on that trail two years ago. Sure would hate to meet one of them cats and not have no guns along. Easy, easy. You know, Sunshine, you got the most beautiful ranch and the finest stock in the whole rim country. You've got plenty of money. You're healthy. And you're fairly good looking. What are you always worrying about? Well, I'm afraid something terrible will happen and I'll lose the whole dad gum chibang. You might as well give up, Foy. Come on. Let's go pick up those strays. Come on. Hey, get out of here. There's the canyon. Oh, slow down, boy. Slow down. Well, it looks like the herd's all there, but I won't be happy till I get them counted and branded. If they were... Wait a minute. Where? Where? Where? You're under that cougar, Foy. See him? On that rock ledge? There he is. He's sure a big one. He's watching that beef. Shoot him, Foy. You're the only one who brought a rifle. That must be 300 yards. Well, you've been practicing all morning. Go ahead and drill him. Okay. Good shot. That's one cat I won't have to worry no more about. Put the gun down. Everybody down. Get out of that rock. Somebody is shooting at us. You know what? You're exactly right, Sunshine. He can't hit us while we're behind these rocks. Move over. Let me get him. I've seen this smoke over there. I've seen it right then. Give me a call, Foy. Here. I'll just dust off that ledge where he's at. Maybe I can smoke him out. Hey, he ain't shooting back. Maybe you got him. Go have me a look. Well, that's a little silly for anybody as cautious as you, Sunshine. What do you mean? If I were you, I'd stick my hat out first. Why, that's a $40 stutchn, you darn idiot. Okay, then stick yourself out. Yeah. Well, no. I'll try the hat. There. See what I mean? It's ridiculous being shot at on my own ranch. Who do you reckon it might be? Well, we had a little trouble with rustlers not long ago. They just drive them trucks right through the fence along the road, and then they take off a few head at a time. Well, maybe we got a rustler creed. Jane, understand, I had Lane before me to hire some armed guards and patrol the ranch. Well, there's three of us. We might spread out and rush him. We only got the rifle in your cold. We didn't never have much trouble before. I got clean out of the habit of packing hardware. All right, hold on, you guns, and come out of there. I got you covered. He's got a lot of nerve bluffing three of us. Keeps on shooting. He's gonna stampede them strays. I'm gonna find out who he is. Hey! Hey, who are you? Well, I'm a guard for the Rockin' Tree in Denver, New Hampshire. You're all under arrest. Why, you darn fool, I own the Rockin' Jay. I'm Johnson. Then you two, well, stand up and let me take a look at you. I better go out and show him who I am. Just stay down for a minute. How's it going? He's got plenty of nerve. Oh, Sunshine's brave enough, as long as he's got a few worries to keep him happy. The old guy's coming down off the rock. Yeah, I guess we're okay. Let's go on out. And catch up our horses, Al. We'll need them. Right, boy. Well, I reckon I gave you all bad time there. But Mr. Lane, he told me not to take no chances with suspicious characters. And you all looked minor suspicious to me. Well, I'll have to tell Lane about this or just worry myself silly, wondering if my riders is gonna get shot with a gun. Well, I wouldn't have pulled down on you, but there I am all peaceful and a slug comes sailing past me and likes to part it bad. That was boy here shooting at a cougar that's been after our cattle for a couple of years. I guess we can forgive you, old timer. But let's get our horses and get these crays out. That's a good idea. Sure are milling around. Yeah, that shooting got them all excited. I'll be worried till we get them calmed down and on our way home. Hey, hey, them critters are stampeding. Those shots, finally sent them off. Well, come on, let's get to the horses. Over here, Al. Come on, hit him. Hit over here. Hit over here. Hit over here. Hey. Come on. Spread out, boys. Turn them. All right, they're heading for that river trail. We'll lose every darn one of them if they stampede into there. Come on, son. We'll cut them off. We won't never make you some time, boy. No, I guess not. If we can only turn them from there. When I get this gun loaded, I'm going to scare them into turning. It might work. They already gunshot. We can't wait much longer or they'll hit that trail. Come on, boys. Come on. Run. Give up, for our best goal. They're breaking a little. That works, boy. It works. They're turning. Come on. Ride them into a surf. Did you boys get enough to eat tonight? We sure did. I couldn't even eat another piece of pie. Well, now I can't eat more pie, sunshine. He's really satisfied. Well, I sure do want to thank you, fellas, for helping me bring in them strays this afternoon. I'm sorry we got into so much trouble. That's all right. It was like the old days must have been when the west was wild. Well, if it was any wilder then than it was today, I'm glad I wasn't around. Well, I thought you were going to retire to a cattle ranch, Al. I changed my mind. I'm taking the next train back to Hollywood. Yes. You know, sometimes I think I'd like to move to the city, Moselle. Wouldn't have to worry none about water and feed for the stock and the price of beef. Oh, the city folks got a few worries of their own, sunshine. Oh, I reckon you're right. But they don't ever get to set out on the porch like this of a evening and just watch the sun go down over the rim country. Well, on the other hand, they ain't dodging bullets and stampedes. Well, Al, now it's a little bit unusual these days. You know, that's the first time in years that I've been shot at. I haven't been more gun lately. What's that you're packing now, sunshine? Oh, I just strapped on my coat when we come home tonight. I got to thinking about the rustlers and all them guards at our heart, and I got kind of worried. I cleaned my gun and put it away. I'll probably never use it as much as I did today. What in the carnation is that? Sounds like shooting. Lots of it. Down by the road. Hey, Mr. Johnson. Hey, Johnson, come around here. It's the old timer. What's going on? The rustlers, the rustlers. The guards caught them busting your fence down the road. There's a whole pack of them. They're throwing lead all over the canyon. Get your guns and horses, boys. Here we go again. Hurry, hurry. There's a whole bunch of them. And I'm worried. You're worried? What about me? Well, folks, ever see a sunrise on the desert? Ever watch the sun's glow come gliding down the mountains, waking up the mesquite and the sage, lighting each rock and each bush? Well, I'll tell you, it's a sight to make most folks feel glad they're alive. A desert sunrise is one of the few things in life worth getting up extra early for, which makes it related in a way to crisp, toasted Webber's bread. Now, there's another mighty pleasant way to start the day, serving Webber's toast. But, folks, we don't want to rave about Webber's bread, even if it is something to rave about. We just want to tell you, Webber's bread is good bread. Good for breakfast, good for supper, good anytime. We just want you to try Webber's bread, taste it, and enjoy it. See if Webber's fresh, new baked bread flavor doesn't help start the day right, just like a desert sunrise. And remember, folks, Webber's bread comes to you in a bright blue gingham wrapper. Well, soon, won't you? Now back for All Star Western Theater. ... Well, it's grand finale time in the All Star Western Theater. Boy willing, the writers of The Purple Sage, the orchestra, and a song of the West to ring down the curtain. What's today's choice, boy? One of the best of them all, Terry. Prairie Echoes. ... Prairie Echoes, prairie echoes, in the still of the blue. Still. Hear the sigh of the west wind of calling. Oh. While the world's asleep, you'll hear willows weep in the dew. Oh. Stars shining bright, far in the night, hear the coyote quail, haunting you with music of the trail. Prairie Echoes. Prairie Echoes. As you wander alone, while the deep purple shadows are falling, you'll be scheming up, you'll be dreaming up, going home. ... Stars shining bright, far in the night, hear the coyote quail, haunting you with music of the trail. Prairie Echoes. Prairie Echoes. As you wander alone, while the deep purple shadows are falling, you'll be scheming up, you'll be dreaming up, going home. ... Rifting along, singing a song under a western moon. Oh. Well, it's back to the home ranch again, friends. We're glad you could ride along with us, and we hope you make it again next week. This is Foy Willings speaking for Al Sloey, Johnny Balls, Scotty Harrell, Bud Siebert, the writers of The Purple Sage, and saying thanks to our musical arranger Jerry Vaughan for his music, and the Barton Yarbrough, and Fred Howard, who helped us tell our story today. So long, friends, and easy going. ... From Hollywood, you've heard your all-star Western Theater, a V.M. Bear production starring America's great western singers, Foy Willings and the writers of The Purple Sage. Your all-star Western Theater is presented each Saturday night at this time by the bakers of that good Weber's bread. This is the Mutual Don Lee Broadcasting System. KHJ and KHJ-FM, the Don Lee stations Los Angeles.
