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Our current issue features a 16 page article on the shadow. All subscribers will get a free Captain Midnight decoder badge, a Captain Midnight flight patrol membership, and a flight commander certificate from the Secret Squadron. To get your copy, send $1.50 in check or money order to Radio Nostalgia, Box 8007R, Union City, New Jersey, 07087. That's Radio Nostalgia, Box 8007R, Union City, New Jersey, Zip 07087. Send now and get a free 8x10 photo of the Lone Ranger in Tonto, boys and girls. This is Mr. O. again. You know, the wonder of radio is that it all takes place in the theater of your own mind. All I can do as the playwright and director is to write the words and indicate the sound effects and get actors to speak. And then it all comes to life in your very own mind. Now picture this in your mind. We're in the Dordogne region in France. Beside a road shimmering in the heat of the midday sun stands a large dusty limousine. The lid to the engine is open and a begrimed little Frenchman tickers with the mechanism. Within the car sits an Englishwoman, Kay Stanton, my name. And next to her is Jim Branton American, a member of our own State Department's Diplomatic Corps. By the way, if you haven't turned out your lights yet, turn them out now and listen to Neanderthal. Aren't I what, Michelle? Aren't you clever with engines? I think I will rest a moment and talk with you. Oh, the sun. It is doing its best to fry the little brains I have left. Poor dear. Come on, get in. Jeffrey was worried about your ability to fix the engine. Ah, most comfortable. You should try working with your hands, my dear Jeffrey. It gives one a most exquisite appreciation of the comforts of a full-pulstered seat. Sorry, I'm such a dud at machinery. No, no, Jeffrey, don't be so stuffy. Claude's much too primeval in his ways to be subtle. If he thought you ought to help fix the engine, he'd be shouting the fact at the top of his voice. Not at the top, my dear, but perhaps in the middle register. We, Kay, as usual you are right. I like all knowledge of the diplomatic arts. If I do not like what a man is doing, I am forced to say so abruptly and completely. What an advantage you men of the diplomatic service have over we other poor mortals, my dear Jeffrey. Sorry, but I'm much too warm at the moment to think you're very funny. Oh, you too. The minute you get together, the great battle of words begins. Aggressiveness versus diplomacy. The financier versus the diplomat. As the Americans say, bury the hatchet, my friends. I'm afraid Mr. Wallace will never appreciate my virtues. He likes men who sit around green tables and talk. I, on the other hand, do not like sitting. I do. The diplomatic way of getting things done is the only civilized way. And again, Monsieur, I must beg to disagree. There comes a time when if a thing is to be done, one must do it. And diplomacy, how do you say it, be hanged? Hmm. The philosophy of ruthlessness. Caveman philosophy. What do we know of cavemen? I know that a ruthless aggressiveness may reap temporary rewards, but those rewards that have come in a far greater and more permanent form have resulted from the use of a civilized code. Friendly it's changed. Calm consideration of facts. The ethical way of life. The ethical way of life. I tell you, Monsieur... All right, gentlemen, that's just about enough of that for one day. Oh, yes, so is that. A thousand pardons, my dear Kate. Are you certain it will run, runner? In my simplicity, I know but one way to find out, and that is to try and start it. Voila! Clever, Claude, isn't it, Jeffrey? Let's hope it continues to run. Oh, charming thought. Let's be on our way, Claude, before we fall apart. Be set and move. We're very late, Claude, so speed's the word. Right. The sooner we get out of this country, the better I like it. Why do you say that? I don't like this place. It gives me the chills. With the sun doing its best to parboil us, what are you talking about? I'm not talking of temperatures. I'm talking of atmosphere. These forests and hills. Whenever I travel through here, I feel as if I were passing through a place old beyond decay. But that is amazing. What do you mean? Because what you say of this country we are passing through, you speak profound truth. Truth? We are at Le Mystère. Le Mystère? Oui. Does that mean nothing to you? Nothing. Not to me either. Le Mystère, the Mystérien period, the dawn of mankind, the Neanderthal man. Nea... You mean here, oui? Oui, here. In this country which you say is old beyond decay, were founded Neanderthaloid skeletons. What you call cavemen. Men from the dawn of man's antiquity. Claude, are you serious? Some of the finest specimens of Neanderthaloid skeletons have been discovered in the caves right in this region. Really? It is unfortunate we are in such a hurry, or we could stop perhaps and see a few of the caves where the excavation have been made by the anthropologists. We haven't time for that sort of thing. I said has much. Claude. So I was saying, the anthropologists have found the most wonderful remains of this early species of men who are said to be the source of the horrible ogres in our fairy tales. What are you talking about? Silly nonsense. Yes Claude. How could anyone possibly know after 50,000 years what this Neanderthal caveman looked like? That is simple. From the peculiarities of the skeletons that have been found, it is simple to reconstruct the physical appearance of the rays. Really? I remember hearing the hands and feet were very large, the thigh bones curved so that the men walked like apes. Mrgh. Teeth and jaws were large, enormous brow ridge is resulting in a fierce, horrible expression. How nice. On and on. They were men and not men. Horrible characters. Monet, would you mind telling your erudite friend to step on the accelerator? We've got to be at Monet. Within two hours we'll never get there at the pace he's driving. And Kay, would you tell your impatient compatriot that I drive as fast and in a matter that pleases me alone, would you tell him that? Claude, look out, the road's blocked. Don't swing your wheel you fool, the clanky is something as long as I can. The clank. Ah! Jeffrey, please open your eyes. Jeffrey, please open your eyes. I'm so frightened, I don't know what... Kay. Oh, thank God you're all right. You're... You're all right? Yes, I'm all right, but... but Claude, I don't know where he is. Nicholas, we went over. We were thrown clear, I guess. The car's over there, I see it all broken up. But Claude, I can't see him. Yeah, help me up. Oh, oh, what is it, Jeffrey? Oh, my arm. It's broken, I guess. Oh, Jeffrey. Oh, I'll be all right. I'm lucky to be alive. I don't understand going over that horrible cliff. And Claude... Back here, in the brush. Oh, come ahead. Oh, what's the matter? Are you hurt? My... my knee. Kay, are you all right? Oh, yes, Claire, all right. Stay where you are. We'll come to you. We'll come to you, don't move. Oh. Sorry, God. Got to get my knee bandaged. It is all right. A little pain is better than oblivion. Oh, sorry. I can't be of any help, old man. There's a blasted arm of mine. It is all right, my friend. Kay is doing excellently. How cold it is. We... that wind. Freezing. But how could that be? In the middle of July. Claude, Jeffrey, what is this? The car goes over a cliff. We don't die. A warm sunny day, and now suddenly it's like winter. What is this? Tell me, what is this? Oh, God. What is this? Tell me, what is this? Steady, please. There must be some logical explanation. I know this country, like you say, like the back of my hand. There is never such cold winds here in July. I tell you... oh. Claude, you shouldn't try to get help. I... I'm all right. Oh, we've got to get help somehow. No. No. All I want now is a cigarette. No, I haven't any. Oh, there are some in the side pocket of the car. I'll get them. No, no, no, Jeffrey, I'll get them. But you can't go through the bushes without an arm of yours. I'm all right. I'll be right back. Kay. Kay, wait. I'll be back in a minute. This infernal knee. Better sit quietly. Quietly, quietly. It is not in my nature to be quiet. A stick. Get me a stick. I'm not going to lie here the rest of my life. Get me a stick for a crutch and I... Wait, wait a minute. But I tell you... Wait, I tell you. There's someone coming. Kay? No, no, other direction. But I do not see. There, over there to the right. There, don't you see? The bushes are being pushed back. Yes, yes, I see. Some person will give us assistance. We... now everything will be all right. Of course. There we are. He's in the clearing. Now he... Who is that? Oh, no. Claude. Who? Am I mad? This cannot be. He... he's looking at me. Gone. Yes. But... but who? Who? You do not understand? Understand what? Talk up. Did you not see him as I saw him? The short, hairy, twisted body, the head thrust forward, the neck bent like an ape, those enormous brow ridges, the broad, flat nose? You did not recognize? Well, well... Once, in your own British museum, I saw a reproduction of a man like that. Huh? But never did I think that I would see him in life. I can't speak. Who was he? Who? A man of the caves in the end of the lab. Near? Are you insane? Why, the race is extinct fifty thousand years. I tell you only what I saw, what I know. And I tell you your man. But you saw as I did. No. The thick, hairy body, the short, ape-like limb, that misshapen face like... like something out of a nightmare. Yes, a nightmare of fifty thousand years ago. A caveman comes out of the past... No, no, stop talking like that. It can't be, I tell you, it can't be. He's some madman wandering these forests, that's all. Why, cavemen died here fifty thousand years ago. The past doesn't come back, I tell you, it doesn't, why... Glor. Eh? Kay. Oh, Kay. Kay, Kay, Kay, where are you? Kay, where are you? Kay, answer, Kay! And now a word from your announcer before we return to the excitement of Neanderthal. Mr. President, what does it mean to say, love makes all things new again? Love makes all things new again? Well, you see, if somebody's down in the dumps, that means they're very sad. I'd say, I care about you, and then they go, pew! Why is that? Well, when a person knows somebody cares about him, they just feel great. They go, pew! Oh, I see. Same thing as love. What's the same thing as love? Caring about people. Well, suppose there were two people down in the dumps, Mr. President. Well, I just say, I care about you, I care about you, and then go pew, pew! Suppose 200 million Americans were down in the dumps, Mr. President. I'd say, I care about you, I care about you, I care about you, I care about you, I care about you. Love makes all things new again. Pew! Hey, what was that? Another sound of love from the Franciscans. This is Mr. O once more. Let's go back to our story of Neanderthal. An auto wreck somewhere in France, and out of the past has come a man of the caves, a creature supposedly extinct for 50,000 years. The Frenchman Claude believes that this has happened, but the American Jim Brand does not. Now the two men are searching for the third member of their party, the Englishwoman, who has suddenly disappeared. We give you again Neanderthal. Well, it's nonsense, I tell you. Hallucination. Eh? Yes, yes, hallucination. Driving along, we were talking about the Neanderthal men. So when we saw that hairy peasant, we immediately took for granted that, well, here was one of the Neanderthal come to life. I tell you, the air was hazy. Our nerves were shut. We saw things that don't exist. Why, why is it so bitter cold? That at least is reality. Keep moving. So I'll answer my own question. It is bitter cold because time has moved back to the third interglacial age. You do not believe the evidence of your senses, yet perhaps you will believe that that is a campfire up ahead. It is a fire. Here, quickly, runner. Oh, quickly, can't you hop on faster? Kay, we'll get who's ever there to help us find Kay. Come, hurry, hurry. It's the one we saw, all right. Keep your voice down. He will hear us. What, what manner of man is he? Time and time again I have told you. But he, he and all like him have been dead 50,000 years. You said that yourself. Dead don't come back to life. We have come into his life, not he into ours. Kay, keep your voice down. But Kay, she is not there. You can see for yourself. Well, then she's lost. She's wandering around here. Keep your voice down, I warn you. Lunatic, savage, whatever he is, perhaps he's seen Kay. Get down, you fool. No, no, I'm going to talk to him. Stay down, Jeffrey. Hey, hey, you up there. Look, we, we want to talk to you. You fool, you fool, what have you done? You see, he's coming this way. I'll settle this. Oh, you. While we were unseen, we had a chance to plan, to do. But now, now. Don't talk like that. I, I was in West Africa for two years. I know how to deal with savages. Look at him. You think there is even a savage? He stopped. Afraid of us. Kay, he's the ugliest beggar I've ever seen. Friends, old man, you see. Friends, look, look, look, money. I bring you money and pretty things. Oh, you, what a fool. Birds of money for him. Jeffrey, look out. Let me go, you. Jeffrey. I tell you. Jeffrey, I can't help you. Let me go. Oh, let me go. Oh, do, do not try to hold back your tears, my friend. That devil. I never realized before what pain the human mind could endure. But why did he do this to me? Why? Do you ask the wolf why it kills? Killing would be one thing, but... Once I, I saw a gypsy break the wings of a wild bird. Oh, Rene. Oh. I never thought that the time would come in my life when I couldn't reason something out. But this, this is beyond reason. Thrown into a cave like a side of beef to wait. To wait for what? What? Oh, my only... Wait. Wait. What? Someone is coming. A head. I hear nothing. Listen. A woman. Kay. Catherine, is that you? Kay. Answer. Oh, Jeffrey. Claude. Oh, Kay. You. Kay. Oh, Catherine, are you all right? Kay, where were you? No, no, you. Both of you, all right? We're all right. We don't matter. You, are you all right? It's so dark in here. Are you all right? Tell me. Catherine, you. It is you that matters. What is it? No, no, listen. There's so little time. What? He's busy building up a fire. There's a chance that we run quickly. Run quickly? It's come. We, we're not at liberty to go, my dear. Why? A matter of broken bones. Oh, no. That is the way it is. Tell me what happened. Jeffrey, you. Claude, you. Tell me what happened to us. That old, who is he? Is he really a Neanderthal? There is no doubt. But men like that have been dead for centuries. How did it happen? Why are we here? When the automobile went over the cliff, we went into another dimension of time. What? I don't understand. And I, too, understand a little. But can it be that it bends in time or static things, that everything which occurs remains in existence as life moves on further along the, the corridor of time? Then you mean when the automobile went over the cliff in some way we went back into time instead of forward? We? No. No, that's impossible. Things exist when they exist. Not afterwards. No. Now there's a, there's a factual explanation to all this. Factual? Is not the pain of our bones fact enough? Is not? Wait. What is it? A chant of some sort. Why is he? What is he saying? What? The beginning of worship, a chant to the rising sun. What is happening to us? Only a few hours ago. So happy the three of us are on our way to a party. Parties. Another age. We've got to do something. Strange. What? Only a few hours ago I was the doer and you Jeffrey the calm poised diplomat of the green table. Stop talking nonsense. Listen. He's coming in here. For us? We've, we've got to do something. Do you hear me? Do something. I won't die. I can't die. Do you hear me? Do something. I won't die like this. I can't. Jeffrey. I'm sorry. I never could endure pain. We understand Jeffrey. Try not to think dear. All my life I've known what to say and now. Oh Jeffrey. No. Let me talk. I can talk. I'm a man and I won't be a man when he gets in here. If I had a gun. A world of reason. That's what it was to me. And everything could be settled with reason. In a world of reason. If I had a gun. Everything could be straightened out at the conference table. Yes. That's what I thought. All my life it would be that way. All my life. But you see. That was because I'd never met force in all my life. If I had a gun. But you can't reason with unreason, can you? When you're facing brute force. Words and ethics and logic and good faith don't mean anything, do they? No. You've got to face force with force. And a gun is force. And I've got a gun. Jeffrey. Yes, yes. I tell you I've got a gun. Diplomatic service. They made me carry it. Oh I hated it. I thought I'd never use it but now we've got to, don't we? We've got to. Oh he's coming in here. God. Your right arm's all right. Reach in my pocket there. The gun. Use it. Use it. But I. Use it if we're to live. Jeffrey. It's reaching. Come on. No I. My hands are. I can't. All right then. I'll shoot it. So. Is it morning? We. Now. We go on living. Something may happen to return us to where we belong. I don't think so. Nor I. Perhaps we will be able to leave some record behind us so that the world of the future will know and understand this strange thing that has happened. This meeting of the present and the past. Jeffrey. Don't just stare. It's over. Talk to us. I was thinking. I just killed a man. Yet. It's fifty thousand years. Before I was born. Ladies and gentlemen you have just heard a fantasy just a story about a long time ago world where brute and unreasoning force were the order of the day and men were afraid until they found deep courage within themselves. Yes what you heard was just a fantasy. But think about it in terms of what happened in the recent past of our world and what might happen in the very near future. Think about it. But let's talk more about that after word from your announcer. The world has known many kinds of love but a deep unselfish love is both noble and beautiful. This is Claire Bloom speaking for the March of Dimes. All of us know life must sometimes hold suffering and pain but the one who loves endures. In this country a quarter of a million babies are born each year with birth defects. That means seven hundred children a day and how much love and understanding they all need. There are far too many forms of crippling. That's why the March of Dimes works to prevent birth defects. This work is supported by the compassionate concern of people like you. You see the March of Dimes fights birth defects through scientific research public education and medical service programs and contributions and expression of your much needed interest and support are so very important. Remember birth defects are forever unless you help. Please give to the March of Dimes. This is Mr. Owe again. We were talking about the future. All right let's talk about our future play. Of all the stories out of my writing past the one that many people ask me about is the very strange story titled The Revolt of the Worms. Yes worms. Those little night crawlers on your lawn. Those strange slimy creatures of the dark who plowed under the land long before mankind ever invented the plow. So next week I bring you The Revolt of the Worms and I challenge you to listen. It is later than you think. Thank you.