The bakers of that good Weber's bread present your all-star Western theater. Drifting along singing a song under a western moon. Now, here are the writers of the Purple Page. I want to drink my Java from an old tin can while the moon goes riding high. I want to hear the call of the whipper wheel. I want to hear that coyote cry. I want to feel my saddle horse between my legs riding him out on the range. Just to kiss him in the side, make him choice, step, and pride out on the Texas plains. Each night in my dreams, somehow it seems I'm back where I belong. Just a country hick way back in the sticks, back where I was born. Oh, the city life and the city ways are driving me insane. I want to be alone. I want to be back home out on the Texas plains. I want to drink my Java from an old tin can while the moon goes riding high. I want to hear the call of the whipper wheel. I want to hear that coyote cry. I want to feel my saddle horse between my legs riding him out on the range. Just to kick him in the side, make him choice, step, and pride out on the Texas plains. I want to drink my Java from an old tin can while the moon goes riding high. I want to hear the call of the whipper wheel. I want to hear that coyote cry. I want to feel my saddle horse between my legs riding him out on the range. Just to kick him in the side, make him choice, step, and pride out on the Texas plains. Out on the Texas plains. Well, make yourselves at home, everybody. This is Boy Willing with a real Western welcome and an invitation to listen to the boys and myself as we bring you the songs and the story of the West. And during the show, we'll have a surprise visit from a couple of very famous Western characters. We sure will, Terry. But right now, it's music time. We'd like to sing a song that Sid Robbin and I wrote, one of our capital record releases, Lay Your Little Head on My Shoulder. Lay your little head on my shoulder. Brush away the tears from your eyes. Love like ours could never grow colder. I'm sorry that I made you cry. You will soon forgive and forget what they say. Someday you'll forget all those lies. Lay your little head on my shoulder. Brush away the tears from your eyes. Lay your little head on my shoulder. Brush away the tears from your eyes. Love like ours could never grow colder. I'm sorry that I made you cry. You will soon forgive and forget what they say. Someday you'll forget all those lies. Lay your little head on my shoulder. Brush away the tears from your eyes. Well, let's take a look at that clock. Yep, there's just time before the next number for a few words about that good Webber's bread. And the words that suggest themselves when you think of Webber's bread are words like, well, flavor for instance. Yes, sirree folks, flavor is one thing Webber's bread is literally teeming with. That good, robust, hearty, satisfying flavor that everyone enjoys. Sure, and the words like soft and fresh. Mm-hmm, soft and fresh. That's one of the big delights of eating Webber's bread. It's delivered every morning in the famous Blue Gingham wrapper. The wrapper that keeps the soft, melt-in-your-mouth freshness in. And another good word for Webber's bread is nourishing and how it's nourishing. But we won't bore you with talk about vitamins and minerals and so on. Naturally, good Webber's bread has them. We know you'll like Webber's bread. Will you try a loaf soon? Remember the name, folks. Webber's bread in the bright blue gingham wrapper. And now back to your all-star Western theater. Boy Willing and the writers of the Purple Sage turn out a happy-go-lucky tune this time. I guess it shows a cowboy's fine disrespect for entangling alliances, but it's mighty fine music, and it's called, I'll Have Somebody Else As Soon As You're Gone. I'll have somebody else as soon as you're gone. You'll never break my heart no more. I used to weep and sigh each time we said goodbye. You broke my heart so often there's no more tears to cry. I'll have somebody else as soon as you're gone. I'll miss you dear, but not for long. Another face will take your place and love will woman who. I'll make up for those tears I've shed at crying over you. I'll have somebody else as soon as you're gone. You'll never break my heart no more. I'll have somebody else as soon as you're gone. You'll never break my heart no more. I used to weep and sigh each time we said goodbye. You broke my heart so often there's no more tears to cry. I'll have somebody else as soon as you're gone. I'll miss you dear, but not for long. Another face will take your place and love will woman who. I'll make up for those tears I've shed at crying over you. I'll have somebody else as soon as you're gone. You'll never break my heart no more. Every spring the writers of the Purple Sage and myself go along on the famous California ride of the Rancheros. We have a lot of fun and meet a lot of wonderful people. And we want to dedicate our next song to this great group of horsemen. Ah, boy, our story is about the Rancheros ride and we think this song fits right in and makes good listening any time of the year. It's called Ride Ride Ride Rancheros. We're a pony's group their head their day is ending. Tired rancheros round the fire our voices blending singing songs that we all know dear old girl and old black Joe. Soon it's time to go to bed tomorrow we ride again. Ride Ride Rancheros ride fellow ships our guide over the hill into the wind. Freedom's our course nature's our kin. Eat when we're hungry drink when we're dry sleep when we're tired and sing as we ride. Ride Rancheros ride Rancheros ride ride ride. Ride Rancheros ride Rancheros ride ride ride. Time now for four willing and the riders of the purple sage to bring you another of their adventures of the West. This time a tale of our own California country and the strange characters who move through the story of the ride of the Rancheros. A hundred miles up the coast from Hollywood lies the beautiful modern city of Santa Barbara. Ringed by brown hills and blue mountains it's the center of an area of horse and cattle ranches that stretch over into the Santa Inez Valley. Either Santa Barbara nor the modern Rancheros who own these great spreads have forgotten the colorful days of a century or more ago when this land was all cattle country and entertaining was on a lavish scale. Each year Santa Barbara celebrates an old time fiesta and each year those Rancheros visitadores ride the famous trails from ranch to ranch. It's a week when fine horses and horsemen follow the round up trail as they used to do and it forms the background for the story the riders of the purple sage bring you today. In the spring just about the time of the ride of the Rancheros, Troy Willing and Al Sloy were back in their saddles following the trail that winds down the north slope of the mountains and along the banks of the Santa Inez River. When night comes they make camp beside the stream and with dinner over they roll up in their blankets on the sand just as the old Spanish riders used to do in the same place. Oh you can say that again. Okay. Oh boy. Nothing like a day on the saddle to make you tired and sleepy. Oh brother look at those stars. They don't look like that in Hollywood. There's too many electric lights down there. Well I'm going to do a lot of sleeping tonight. We got a big day tomorrow. Yeah. Hey how many Rancheros are making the ride this year? Oh I don't know but it seems like everybody that owns a horse is up here. Boy are we going to have fun. Different ranch every night, barbecues, parties. Yeah that's really living. Well we'll join the rest of the bunch in the morning. I'm going to sleep. Yeah me too. Good night. Good night. Hey Pancho. Hey Cisco. Pancho is a beautiful night. Fine night to be serenading a lovely senorita. See Cisco it's too nice a night to be riding around looking for the trouble. Cisco kid never looks for trouble. This time it comes to us without looking. Why not wait till morning Cisco? I'm tired. Well when a beautiful senorita is being helped for ranching Cisco does not wait. Why not a senorita's father pay the ransom? Don Moreno has not yet sold the car from the round up. He asked his old Francisco to get ten thousand American dollars and have the money by sunrise. You and I, we get the money. Cisco we not have ten thousand dollars. Where we find it in the middle of the night? Oh this is easy Pancho. We steal it from Alobo. From Alobo? Si. He's the one who kidnapped senorita Moreno. He steal the money from him, pay him the ransom, rescue the senorita and everybody's happy no? He's a good joke Alobo. Si. What is wrong with a good joke? Nothing Cisco, nothing. This is the place where we steal the money. Oh loco, slow down loco. Cisco this is only a bend in the river. You mean there are moneys here? Pancho you are close to ten thousand dollars. Be quiet. What did you say? Tie the horses and we go. Which way the money? Over past that little clearing there. You come with me, come with me. Pancho, wait. What is this? There you see in the moonlight. Two caballeros asleep. Oh so it is. They must be very tired. They not even hear the horses. Maybe they dead. No one of them turn over. They sleep so sound we sneak past them. No no no no. No no no no. Maybe they are the guards of Alobo. Come we take them by surprise. Wake up hombres. Hands up. What's up? Do not raise your guns senorita. What's going on? Guns? What is this? You see I have you covered senorita. Bandits huh? I have been called the bandidosi. Oh I get it Al. Looks like the rancheros are pulling a gag on us. Oh for some joke waking us up in the middle of the night. If you think it is a joke, George Mack won't move. Cisco should have your ears. Then I don't think I'm going to move partner. Look Cisco or whatever your name is. We are a couple of peaceful riders heading for the rancheros ride. You don't have to keep us covered. How many of the rancheros around here? Which ones do you ride with? The whole bunch of them. We go from one ranch to another for a whole week. Oh si si. It's round up time. The rancheros have visited each other for many years. If you are friends of the rancheros, I'll let you help me play a trick on a lobo. But remember, no one plays tricks on the Cisco Kid. The Cisco Kid? At your service senoris and this is poncho. How do you do? How do you do? I'm Foy Willing and this is Al Sloay. Glad to know you. Glad to know you. But I always thought the Cisco Kid was a fictional character. Do I look fictional senor? Move with that 45 in your hand you look mighty real to me. Cisco, what about the money? Si si si the money. Your partner say you're willing but we need ten thousand dollars before money. Oh I'm afraid you can't get it from us Cisco, even with a gun. I don't think we even got fifty bucks between us. Oh no this is not a hold up. But we need the money to rescue a beautiful senorita. Poncho will get the tools and you can help us get the money. Here Cisco, I'll be right back chief. Well I don't know how you're going to get this money but I don't like the idea of turning bandit. Oh no no no. We do not hold up anyone. We simply steal the ten thousand dollars from Al Lobo. Well that's the second time you mention that guy. Who is Al Lobo? Al Lobo? You do not know him. He's a no good bandito. He steals and keeps the money. He's not like the Cisco Kid who steals only to help others. Al Lobo is a very hard and wicked man. Well if he's so tough isn't he going to be unhappy about you taking his money? He will never know until I have ransomed the senorita Marina and return her to her father. You see senoris, the money is right here. Where? Right behind that big bush. Ten thousand dollars that Al Lobo took from the stagecoach. Cisco watch him hide the money. But Al Lobo does not know this. Boy this doesn't make any sense at all to me. I'm kind of surprised myself Al. Look Cisco, what do you want us to do? Oh it's very simple. The money is better than the many rocks and much dirt. Cisco does not like to work and Pancho is lazy. You two can dig up the money. Oh no. You wish I should shoot off your ears? No. Ah then you will dig. Sounds like the man is making us a fair proposition Al. Yeah when you think about not having any ears it does sound fair enough to me. Here's to Cisco. Ah bueno. We're all going to the brush now come on. Well I guess we don't have much choice Al. Right through this way here. Senorita Marina thank you senoris for saving her from Al Lobo. I don't think there is a senorita. Oh but there is. She's very beautiful. Well whoever dreamed up this gag sure made a good story out of it. Even to the beautiful gal who has to be rescued. Here we are senoris. Now take the shovels and dig. Oh brother. Grab a shovel Al. Unless you want to experiment with your ears. Oop hand me that shovel boy. Oh man we've been digging for two hours. Wait a minute I just hit something. Oh it is a box no? It is a box yes. I helped you lift it out no? Well now that's real nice of you Pancho. After we did all the digging. Here. Oh. Put it right up here. Here. All right. Open it with the pick Pancho. Gracias. You know Al. I'd swear I was dreaming all this. Oh my back didn't hurt so much. Oh look Cisco your money. Well I'll be doggone. Look at all those old bills. You've done a great service to Senorita Marina. We will pay her ransom before morning. Come Pancho take the money and we'll hurry back to our horses. Hey aren't we going along to meet the beautiful senorita? Yeah. After we did all the work we should be on the pay off. We do not have time to wait while you saddle your horses. However you can meet us tomorrow if you wish. I sure do wish. There's something funny about this. Somebody shoot now. He shot my hand. Hey Pancho is Al Lobo's man. Those are coming. Come Pancho we'll take the money as they wait. Hey Cisco Pancho wait for us. Al. Al. Wake up. Oh. Oh. Oh my. Oh brother am I. Stiff and sore. Oh me too boy. Guess we're not used to sleeping out like this huh. No I guess not. You know I had the darnedest dreams all night long. Oh me too. A lot of crazy stuff about digging up buried treasure while the Cisco kids stood over me with a forty five. Huh. What's the matter. Well nothing on it. I was dreaming the same thing. That's funny. Well we might as well go left and right on down to the ranch. Yeah. I could sure eat some breakfast. Yeah let's go. Oh. Oh my back. Oh. Oh man too. Well maybe it's the dampness here by the river. Just getting old I guess. Say well wait a minute where's my hat. Oh I don't know. Oh there it is. Over there by that bush. Oh yeah. Hey boy. What's the matter Al. There's a bullet hole right through my hat. You're kidding. Well come and look. Well that's sure funny. I dream you got your hat shot off. Well so did I. Say hey wait a minute let's look back there in that brush. Sure come on. Look. By golly a big hole. And I'm taking two shovels. Yeah and the box side the money was in. Are you sure we were dreaming. Now that you mention it I'm not sure at all. No neither am I. Brother when will I tell those ranch heroes what happened to us. Yeah. Well you can tell them if you want to. But I'm going to keep my mouth shut. What for. Well I found out a long time ago that it's one thing to tell a good story and it's another thing to make folks believe it. Well how about it mothers. Isn't it a fact that when Johnny comes marching home from school that is his first words are. I'm hungry. Well you know the easy way to handle that hunger problem is with good Webber's bread. Yes indeed just pull a bright blue gingham wrapped Webber's loaf from the bread box. Remove a slice or two butter them up and add jam jelly or peanut butter and say with Webber's bread you're doing two good things for that youngster. First you're giving him a treat peel and joy and second you're providing him with the sound bodybuilding nourishment that's packed into every loaf of Webber's bread. Remember mothers the only way to enjoy Webber's goodness is to choose the loaf and the famous blue gingham wrapper. That's good Webber's bread. Now back to your all star Western theater. Out here in the West we feel sorry for those of you who've never seen the great cattle country never ridden a horse over the bases in the desert never seen the sun go down in a riotous western sunset. We'll try to bring you a little of the West though in the finale song by willing and the riders of the purple sage. Here is blue shadows on the trail. Blue moon shining through the tree and a plain eave whale from the distance comes adrift on the eave and breathe. Move along blue shadows move along soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way. Pardon to the darkness sheds its veil. There'll be blue shadows on the trail. Move along blue shadows move along soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way. Pardon to the darkness sheds its veil. There'll be blue shadows on the trail. Move along blue shadows move along soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way. Pardon to the darkness sheds its veil. Well it's time for us to head back to the bunkhouse friends. We're glad you could ride along with us and we hope to have you back again next week. This is Boy Willings speaking for Al Sloy, Johnny Paul, Scotty Harrell, Bud Sievert, the riders of the purple sage and saying thanks to the Cisco Kid and Pancho for helping us tell our story. Thanks also to Jerry Vaughan our musical arranger and to Paul Pierce who writes and directs the program. So long friends and easy riding wherever the trail leads you. Friends here's something you shouldn't miss. The Boys Club Rose Bowl rodeo next Friday night at the Pasadena Rose Bowl. Monte Montana the champion trick rider and roper will be there doing stunts with Jerry Colonna and there are many other feature performers and some wonderful gate prizes. So come and bring the children. Get your free child's ticket at any thrifty drug store in Southern California. Your all-star western theatre has been brought to you by the bakers of that good Weber's bread. This is the mutual Don Lee broadcasting system. KHJ and KHJFM the Don Lee Sessions Los Angeles.
