The Cavalcade of America. The Cavalcade of America presented by DuPont tells how our nation has won leadership in many fields. Important among these is chemistry. Natural research by developing new uses for the raw materials from American farms and mines and forests has created a great variety of products that contribute daily to your comfort and convenience. If you're interested in chemistry, you'll find something of value in a booklet we have just prepared called The Kinship of DuPont Products. With this booklet is included a 13-color chemical chart which illustrates the interesting interrelationship of DuPont products. A copy may be obtained free of charge by writing DuPont Wilmington, Delaware. We shall have more to tell you about this booklet and chart at the close of the program. The name Mark Twain is used on this program by special permission of the trustees of the Samuel L. Clemens Estate, the Mark Twain Company and Harper Brothers Publishers, extended through Charles T. Lark, attorney for the estate. Our DuPont Cavalcade Orchestra sets our scene with two movements from Ferdy Grofay's Mississippi Suite, Father of Waters and Huckleberry Finn. Please see review 그래서 viome a bifide, Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Literature is an important index of a country's progress. Whether the work of its authors be critical or inspirational, their writings must furnish the guide to each succeeding generation on the customs, traditions, and ambitions of the race. It is 1845 near the small, sleepy village of Hannibal, Missouri. In that typical American village lives Sam Clements, later to be called Mark Twain. As a small boy, he had his best time swimming in the Mississippi. Now, leaving his playmates behind, he swims far out toward the middle of the great river. Good old Mississippi. Good old Mississippi. Hey, Johnny. Johnny, swim out here. Sam, you come on back closer to shore. Lo, you got a cramp. Oh, I'm all right. Look at those lumber barges coming. And I can swim up to them. You be careful, Sam Clements. Jip ahoy. Jip ahoy there. Who's that jip ahoy in me? It's Mr. Lumberman. I'm getting tired. Grab a hold of the barge as I come by. That's right. There, you're a scrap to be swimming out in the middle of the Mississippi. I'm not so, not so little? Here, grab my hand and I'll heist you aboard. Up the daisy. There you are. Well, there ain't enough of you to make a tad for. There is too. I'm going on ten. Hey, he'll finally be up on this barge. Oh, he's sweeping along the water. Ain't you never been in a boat before, son? Not on a big one that could sweep along with a current like this. He was. Johnny's way back there. You see that point of land ahead? We're sweeping in close to it and you jump off there and swim. I only care you clear the knowledge. Hey, can I stay on your barge a little longer, mister? You'd better, son. Sure got spunked, though. Why don't you get a barge of your own? Oh, man. You're going to grow up someday, Angie. Yeah, I reckon I am. But I always thought I'd like to be a pirate. Pirates is getting the structure in teeth, son. You better be a reverend. Yeah. Yes, maybe I will, mister. You sure like this old Mississippi. Well, let's see you swim to that point. Bet you can't make it before I'm up even that cliff ahead. Oh, that's easy. Bye, mister. So long. So long. Mighty spunky kid. Small Sam Clemens lived a typical American boy's life in a typical American small town. He wrote Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Thin, which came to represent for millions of his countrymen their own memories of youth. He was in his middle twenties when he began fulfilling childhood ambitions. In 1856, in the pilot house of the Mississippi River steamboat. Sam, you've been a good apprentice pilot now for two years. Are you certain you know this part of the river? Captain Bixby, I know it like the back of my hand. Then I'm going to let you take the ship across alone from this shore to the other one. Will you recommend me for my pilot's license afterwards? We'll see. Aces. Yes, sir, Captain. You stay here in the pilot house with Mr. Clemens in case he wants to send me any messages on the trip. Yes, sir, Captain. I'm afraid you don't trust me, Captain. We'll see. I'll be on the lower deck half with the... Aces, do you think I'll look fine in the pilot's cap? You going to be a real for sure pilot, Mr. Clemens? As soon as it takes me to get from here to that other bank. Now, Sam back, Aces. I've got to give the sailing signal. We're getting off smooth. Sure wish I was going to be a river captain. Oh, watch how I steer and that'll be lesson one for you, Aces. Say, why doesn't that ledsman up in front take a sound? I thought you knowed all the depth in this river, Mr. Clemens. Sure, I know the depth myself, but I'd just like to hear him call them. Give me the sounding. Mark Wayne. Mark Wayne. Let's see, that means two fathoms. 12 feet. What? Well, it ought to be 40 feet right here. Don't get excited, Mr. Clemens. Yes, but what's the matter? Has the bottom shifted? It couldn't have since I was over it last. Your ledsman on the port side now is going to give a sound, or maybe that'll be better. Four feet. Four feet? Oh, my heavens, we'll be abound. We'll dock this ship. Oh, it's too late. Run for Captain Bixby. What's the matter, Sam? A little trouble here? We were heading for a bank, Captain, but now we're sailing right on. Well, how deep ought it to be right here? 80 feet, but the ledsman said four feet. Well, I told the ledsman to call the wrong depth. You see, Sam, you lose your head. Until you learn how to keep it, you can't be a river pilot. Oh, I feel mighty silly. You ought to. Well, anyway, I'm not discouraged, Captain. I know every inch of this river. All I got to do now is know my own mind. Sam Clemens won his license and became a skillful river pilot. But he was forced to leave the Mississippi when the Civil War ended its steamer traffic. In 1861, in Virginia City, Nevada, Sam Clemens stands politely at the door of Mr. Goodman, editor of Virginia City's newspaper. Uh, Mr. Goodman? Oh, hello there, stranger. What do you want? I've been walking about 60 miles to get here, covered with dust. Reckon the first thing I want's a brush. Brush, eh? Yeah. And I guess you can use ours. Hanging right beside you on the wall. Oh, thanks a lot. Phew. There's enough dirt on me to choke a horse. Look at it, would you? Anything else we can supply you with? Well, I'm trying to think. Maybe about two pounds sirloin steaks and mashed potatoes and about half an apple pie. You've got enough brass to go far in the world, stranger. Afraid we can't go on acting like a hotel, just a newspaper. Sure, I know it. Sure I'm going to like working for it. Working for it? What makes you think you're going to work here? Why, you want a columnist, don't you? And a good reporter. I especially want to write stuff that can give people a good laugh. Most of them need one. You don't say. I've even picked out my name. Mark Twain. That's river language. It's what the legend calls out for a too fathom sounding. I had an experience as a river pilot once that certainly impressed the term Mark Twain on my memory. Well, I'd like to hear more about your career, Mr. Twain. But the truth is I've got a newspaper to put out. And the lily-livered coyote who was supposed to show up here hasn't come. Well, aren't you going to hire me? Why, in the name of Pete should I? But you wrote me a letter asking me to come here. I had to walk all the way. I'm done in. You wrote me...say. What's your real name? Sam Clemens. Well, that's different, Mr. Clemens. Shake hands. Say, you gave me a scare. I reckon I forgot to tell you my real name when I came in. I'm sort of absent-minded. Why, everybody in Virginia City is spreading their signs laughing over the stories you've been in. Wait till I get some sharp pencils for you. Now, what do you like to write on this? A sirloin steak. That copy boy. Go over to the two-star hash house, get a steak the size of a steer. Music Thus young Sam Clemens became Mark Twain writer. Americans were to appreciate the privilege of seeing their booming west through such a book as Rotting It. They heaped their ready praise on this new and original writer. But young Mark Twain was to face a more critical and alien audience. In 1873, backstage in a London lecture hall... Mr. Dolby, your manager. We have a big audience, but I can't talk tonight. But what are you afraid of, Mr. Twain? You've given hundreds of talks in the United States. I've seen your press notices. Well, I was talking to a lot of roughnecks like myself who knew my language. What picture of the impotence of trying to make an English audience understand an American joke. Mr. Twain, you can't disappoint this audience. They've all come to hear more jokes like the one about cotton umbrella. The what? Don't you remember what you said a fortnight ago to an Englishman who laughed at your American habits of carrying a cotton umbrella? What did I say? You said Americans carried cotton umbrellas because they were the only kind an Englishman wouldn't steal. Good heavens. Well, then I've insulted people. Although, Mr. Twain, London loves that story. I'm begging your pardon, Mr. Dolby, sir, but ain't it time to turn up the lights? The audience is restless. Tompkins, for the love of heaven, tell Mr. Twain that people read his books in England. Why, Mr. Twain, the Olympus Cycle and Reading Club, what I belong to, has taken up your work special. Do you read them? Why, I'm in the middle of innocence abroad. So many of those things you sign, I often stop myself. Makes me laugh. You see, Mr. Twain, you're universal. And if you want to go on stage for the sake of your country, I've nothing else. My country? What's my country got to do with it? Because here in England, we can match your polite intellectual artist every way. There are three personalities that Englishmen today can't hear enough about. Abraham Lincoln, Artemus Ward, and yourself. Let me go on and announce them. No, no, no, I'll go on stage myself right now while I'm able. Good heavens, Mr. Dolby, he's walking right out without no introduction. Let me get to them live. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Twain had fully expected to be here this evening and to tell the truth he is here. And we'll now give his lecture entitled, Our Fellow Savages of the Sandwich Isles. Mark Twain brought to Americans a better knowledge of their country. In England, in Europe, and even in the distant Orient, his books or translations of them brought a better understanding of American ways to her neighbors. The Cavalcade of America presented by DuPont moves on. In 1842, in Concord, Massachusetts, young Louisa May Orchard plays with the village children in Ralph Waldo Emerson's barn. Thus Roderick, are you punished for your terrible wickedness? Oh, my dear, I just ran into you as I saw it. I know, Louisa May, but I got the giggle. Oh, well, we'll keep you so Louisa can finish her things. It's marvelous. Go on, Louisa. But what awful state has made me play my own brother? Better if we had both fallen off this cliff and into the sea below it. Don't face up and down so close to the edge of the hill, off, Louisa. Yes, oh dark and roaring waves, perhaps I should leap from this cliff. Don't jump that high, Louisa. Oh, Louisa, right on her head. Oh, Louisa. What did you yell for? I'm all right. Aren't you hurt a bit? Well, a little. That was an awfully high cliff. Children, children, did I hear a scream out here? Well, Mr. Emerson, Louisa was acting one of her plays and she fell on her head. Oh, Elrey, you and Margaret should be running home. I heard your mother calling you for supper. I'll take care of Louisa. Thanks, Uncle Ralph. Bye, Louisa. Hope you feel better. Poor child. How does it feel now? Better. Could I use one of your hands? Could you please? There you are. Come on out here, where we can sit down under the apple tree. I came out especially to ask about your mother. Oh, she's all right. She's lonesome sometimes because she misses Papa. All of us do. Will he come back from London soon, do you think, Mr. Emerson? Either he'll come back or else he'll found his new school successfully over there and will send for you to London. Would you like that? Oh, I'd love to see other countries, but I don't think I ever will. We're too poor. Don't feel that, child? Yes, but we are, though. I heard two ladies talking after church one day. One said, Johnson Arquette's just a dreamer. Can't even take care of his wife and those four little girls. Concord is a very gossipy town, Louisa. Most towns are. But it might be true. Maybe that's why Mommy works so terribly hard and still. Sometimes we don't have enough to eat. That's what I wanted to know. Let me know when that happens, will you, Louisa? Will you promise? Yes, sir. I'll worry about my Mommy. I know she works till it isn't good for her. Help her all you can, Louisa. I mean to. Now, how is your bump, child? Why, it's all gone. At least I've forgotten it. You're learning to be brave, Louisa. Always forget your own hurt in the ills of others. Well, I must go in, child, because Mrs. Emerson has supper ready. But please take your mother this book to read. Oh, thank you, sir. Have a picture? I think so. Good night, Louisa. And don't forget to run home before dark. I won't. Louisa! There's your sister Anna calling. Good night, Louisa. Good night. Louisa! Oh, here you are. Mommy's at suppertime. What are you staring at? Mr. Emerson put a ten dollar note for us in this book. Oh, Anna, isn't he a good man? Music As young Louisa May grew up, she found inspiration in such neighbors as the Emersons and the Hawthorns. At nineteen, she sold her first story for five dollars, but her writing had to be interspersed with other work, as a paid companion, as a governess, and as a seamstress. One particularly hard winter, when Mrs. Alcott, Louisa May, and her younger sister Betty had gone to live in Boston, in the front room of their small flat, Louisa finishes a fitting for one of her dressmaking customers. I hope you surely have my dress finished by Thursday, Mrs. Alcott. Sometimes you are slow. I know, Mrs. Sanford. Mother's faster. I'll ask her to help me with it. Well, just so it's in some shape to wear. Where did I put that magazine I was carrying? Why, here it is under your veil. Oh, what's the matter? You jumped like a bitch, you. Oh, nothing, but I have a story in this magazine. A story? You? Yes, I sometimes write silly little things, but this is a continued story. See? Here it is. I don't believe you. Well, I didn't mean to talk about it. I'm not proud of it, goodness knows. But here's the next chapter I'm just writing. Let me see. Why, Miss Alcott, I never dreamed. Oh, I adore this story. If this is really the next chapter, could I take it home? Oh, I'm afraid not, Mrs. Sanford. I have to send it in tomorrow. I'm too amazing. My own dressmaker. Well, I don't see how you get under it. Well, I think up the plots while I'm sewing, and then I write on Saturdays and Sundays. You want to give all your time to writing. Sometime when I have money enough, I will. Oh, you want the dress by Thursday, I remember. Oh, not if it puts you out too much. I mean, I am more anxious to find out what happens to your splendid hero. He's too divine. Good day, Miss Alcott. Don't work too hard. Good day, Mrs. Sanford. Louisa. Louisa. Wait a minute, Betty. I'll be right in, dear. Betty, what do you think? I've met my public at last. It's that big fat Mrs. Sanford. She thinks my trice is too divine. Betty, what's the matter? Oh, I got into bed because I felt weak again. Don't look so scared yet. But you've been crying. Why, Betty? Because I couldn't fix supper for you and Mommy. Oh, Betty, why, Mother and I are both as strong as horses. We can fix our own meals. It's wicked for you to cry about such nonsense. It's only lately I've grieved that I couldn't have done more to help. When I'm gone. Gone? Oh, I didn't mean to say that. But you know how you were always lining us up and making us promise to look after Mommy. But, Louisa, I'm... I'm taking my share of that promise back to you. I'll keep it, dear. Whatever happens, you're not to worry. Music May Alcott died and Louisa grieved deeply. But personal sorrow, poverty, and unceasing hard work never dimmed for Louisa Alcott, the goal she had set herself to attain. In 1868, in the Alcott's living room at Concord, young Julian Hoffa, son of the famous novelist, May Alcott and her older sister Louisa talked together. May is speaking. Oh, Louisa's turned intellectual. All she does is scribble, scribble, scribble. Is this the manuscript? Hmm. Now put that down, Julian. Oh, let me look at it. Do you know what's around your father's manuscripts and read what he's written? Say, you're developing a temper. Oh. Isn't she pretty when she blinks? Please, Julian, if you'll put that manuscript down, I'll tell you why I'm so concerned about it. I'm waiting for a letter from the publisher I've sent it to. You've sent it already? Hmm. And you never told us? Mommy? Oh, Mommy knows it. She's the only one I have to. Oh, Louisa, you'll be famous someday, I'm sure. Look here, here's a good scene about a picnic. It sounds just like the picnics we've had in Compton. What are you going to call it, Louisa? Little Women. Little Women? Louisa? Louisa? Yes, Mother? A letter for you from Boston. Is it the letter? Perhaps you'd best open it upstairs, Ta. Oh, I've told May and Julian about it, Mommy. I may as well open it here. Louisa, don't be too disappointed if it's... Read it, Louisa. What'd he say? Wait a minute. He thinks the opening chapters are dull. Well, so do I. But he thinks it seems wholesome, a good girl's book. He's taken it. Oh, he published it. Oh, Louisa. Oh, I'm so proud. Congratulations, Arthur. My dear, you don't need to be told how glad your mother is. And the best part of it's knowing you've done it all yourself. Oh, no, Mommy. You've helped and May and Betty and everyone. Because all of us have lived this book. If it succeeds, that will be the reason why. MUSIC Louisa Orkut was a valiant spirit who endured until she had won her goal. The success of little women gave to her family the comfort she had long desired for them. But to other Americans, it gave much more, the same sense of remembered experience they had found in Mark Twain. The lasting fame of our popular authors testifies to the honored place of literature in the cavalcade of America. MUSIC This has often been called an age of chemistry. Man is no longer satisfied with things as they are found in nature, so chemists take nature's raw materials and change them into forms better suited to human needs. In exploring nature's secrets, chemists have discovered certain raw materials that rival Aladdin's lamp in the wonders they contain. Would you ever suspect that my lady's lovely evening gown might be first cousin to the safety glass in your car? Or that the colorful lacquer you used on that old chair has anything in common with the photographic film which brings to the screen your favorite movie star? Although they seem unrelated, the products just mentioned are really sisters under the skin. How these and other chemical products are related to each other is told in a booklet we have just printed. It is called the Kinship of DuPont Products and includes a chemical chart in 13 colors. We should be glad to send a free copy to those of our listeners who believe it will be of value in their work or studies. This booklet and chart illustrate in a striking way the meaning of the phrase which guides DuPont chemists. Better things for better living through chemistry. To avoid disappointing anyone, we wish to make clear that the booklet and chart entitled the Kinship of DuPont Products are not popular treatises on the romance of chemistry. They contain more or less technical information which will be of interest primarily to those who have studied chemistry or who use chemicals in their business. If you believe this booklet and chart will prove of interest to you, just write DuPont Wilmington, Delaware. A copy will be sent to you absolutely free of charge. Simply address DuPont, D-U-P-O-N-T Wilmington, Delaware. Music Opportunity, a subject which includes some interesting stories of Benjamin Franklin, will be the title of the broadcast next week at this same time when DuPont again presents the Cavalcade of America. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. WABC in New York.
