Wednesday night and seven o'clock, time for another Old and Golden Radio Show, brought to you tonight by WHAM as part of our continuing observance of our Golden Anniversary year. Going around making all sorts of surveys about the habits of the American male and female. If they ever questioned Pam and Jerry North, they'd learn something that would make their hair stand on end. For instance, in the morning, Jerry prefers regaining consciousness by degrees. But Pam, on the other hand, hold on to your pencil, Dr. Kinsey. Pam is as gay, fresh, and romantic as alike. I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy. Pamela, you are not Mary Martin and I am not Ezio Pinza, so will you do me a favor? Don't be so gay until I've had my first cup of coffee. Anything, my sweet. Oh, I'm sorry. You're male, dear. Now, drink your coffee. I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love. Pam, please. Here, here's a letter for you. Maybe you'd like to read it, dear, while I have my coffee. Thank you. Dear Mrs. North, you don't know me, but I'm the type of woman who believes in calling a spade a spade, and I was Jerry. Who's the fun, dear? My mother, you beast. Who would I say? Oh, nothing. Gerald met me at the Rumba taxi dance hall, where I'm trying to make an honest buck as a dime a dance hostess. After twenty cents worth with Jerry, I know it's love and it's mutual. What's your mother like, dear? She's taken up the Rumba, you wimp. I think you and I ought to sit down and discuss it like civilized people, so that we can dispense with Jerry to our mutual satisfaction. Your sincere honey, Jones. Well. Let me see the letter. Oh, no, you don't. Where are you going? Do I ask you where you've been? Where you've been, dear? Where you've been, dear? Pam, where are you going? I made you going home to mother. Pam, Pam, come back here. Is that you, darling? No, it's me, sweetheart. Your missus just took the elevator. I'm glad for the chance of having you all to myself. Who are you? Tony Jones. Do you recognize the name? No, and what do you mean, coming to... Does honey mean anything to you? I never touched this dog. If you call honey stuff-wise, guys, she's my wife. Listen, my name is Jerry North. N-O-R-T-H. I know. Bad enough, my wife working in a taxi dance hall. But I ain't gonna stand for her customers getting fresh with her. That I ain't gonna stand for. I tell you, Mr. Jones, I've never... Shut up and listen. If I find out that you've been seeing her again, I'll kill you with my own bare hands. I stand up. What for? Because I want to knock you down. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! One moment, please. Are you honey Jones? That's the name on the door, isn't it? Your name's gonna be mud when I get through with you. Oh, you must be Mrs. North. Why don't you come in, dear? Don't you dare, me. Jezebel, the name's honey. Come on in. I'm kind of disappointed that Jerry didn't come along with you. Why? So you could both laugh at my face? Oh, you've been seeing too many movies. Listen, why don't you call him up in town to come over? So we can talk it over cozy. Oh, no. After all he's done seeing you when he says he's working late. Now wait, Mrs. North. I might as well tell you. Your husband and I, we don't mean a thing for each other. It's all a joke. That's a likely story. I was. I've been writing a book about my experiences. It's a great book. Oh, that's an old line if I ever heard one. Come up and see my manuscript sometime. That's the truth, Mrs. North. I've been trying to see Mr. North at his office, but I couldn't get past his separate cabin. Oh, that's why I wrote you that letter. I was sure it would bring you and Mr. North a run-in, that I'd be able to give him my manuscript. It's a wonderful story, all about my experiences. Wait, I got it right here in my desk. Right? It was right here. Oh, it was. I tell you, it was. I'm sure I had it. I'm sure. Gone. Someone stole it. What am I going to do? That's easy. Make up another story. Fool. Get out of here. I've got to find out who took it. Stop acting with me, honey. Does this convince you that I'm not acting, Mrs. North? You can put away that gun, honey. I'm going. Back to tonight's Old and Golden radio show in just 60 seconds. You come in here in the morning and you see the mail. Mountains over there. You wonder how they can sell it. But it does. We asked postal workers in different cities across the country what Christmas is like at the post office. Here's what they told us. Mountains of mail. You can't even see it over and around. You push a little harder, you try harder, and you get as much out as you possibly can. The back platform, well, maybe it holds between 15 and 20 trucks. And when you have roughly about 100 trucks trying to get in here all at once, it's quite a job. Most of the people I work with, they won't say. There's nobody who will talk about this kind of stuff. But most of them feel the same way. They want to make sure it gets to the right place on time. Help the people who help bring you Christmas. There's a staggering load of mail to handle, and it's more important than ever before that you mail early. Please mail your Christmas packages by December 10, cards and letters by December 15. We love those people who get them in early. Taxi! Taxi! Hop in, lady. Where to? Home. All right. How many gadgets do I get? Maybe she's telling the truth. And then it's, well, go ahead. What are you standing here for? Take me home. No. No, hold it. What's the matter? That's my husband. He's going into the building. Oh, take me away from here. Well, will you tell me for the last time where your home is? Who said anything about taking me home? Take me to police headquarters. No, no, Mrs. North. Don't carry on, sir. Well, why shouldn't I, Mullen? I've every right to, going into her building in broad daylight. Well, no, there might be a very simple explanation to it, Mrs. North. Yes, of course there is. He's going up there to see Honey. Mullen, where have I failed as a wife? You tell me. Oh, you haven't, Mrs. North. You've been a sweet, devoted help. Oh, dear, dear, Mrs. North, please don't carry on. Sure, it's easy for you to say, dear, dear. You're not in love with Sherry. You know, take a sip of this coffee while I answer the telephone. Sergeant Mullen, Tomasite. Mullen, this is Jerry North. Oh, Mr. North. It's your husband, Mrs. North. Oh, let me at that, please. Hold on, Mrs. North. You'll get your chance. Well, Mr. North, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. A fine little woman like Mrs. North, you ought to get it out there. Oh, dear Lord, dear Mullen, listen to me. I'm over at a girl's house. Her name's Honey Jones. Oh, have you no shame, man. Mullen, I'm trying to tell you something. You sure got a lot of explaining to do, Mr. North. Honey Jones, indeed. That's the name, Mullen. You know, be here as fast as you can. She's been shot to death. That's all there is to tell, Mullen. After that gorilla Tony slugged me, I wanted to find out what it was all about. I looked up Honey's name, came here, and found her lying across the bed. Tell us the truth, Jerry. We'll stick by you. I'm a woman, the woman you once loved. I'll forgive you. Oh, for goodness' sake, Pam. I've always wanted to see you stop behaving like Joan Crawford. But it all seems to tie together with what you told us about that book business, Mrs. North. Oh, I hope for Jerry's sake that you're right, Mullen. Ah, Mrs. North, I might as well tell you now, Mr. North is a darling boy, and so far as I'm concerned, it's not under suspicion at all. Oh, Jerry darling, I'm so happy for you. Now, she's Betty Davis. Now, if this Tony fella were to go to Vengem's wife, she'd do me a sign-off. I wonder where we could find him, then, friend. The rumble taxi dam falls. If I could get a job as a hostess at the rumble dance palace, I might be able to get some information from the other girls as to where we could find Honey's husband. I absolutely forbid him. Let the police worry about the murderer. Ah, ten cents a dance, big boy. Come on, handsome, buy the little girl a fistful of tickets. Now, Pam, I absolutely forbid my wife to enter one of those places. Ah, forget your wife, big boy. You're talking to cuddles now. She'll make you forget. A thread, cuddles, a thread. Turn around again. Well, do I get the job, Mr. Snark? The girls all call me Eric. Hey, you fill out that evening camp pretty good. Uh-huh, thank you, kind sir. Come here, baby. Let's try a little dance together. Uh, there's no music. Who is it? We can make beautiful music together. Oh, you're quick. Oh, the little girl is flushing. Well, you'll loosen up later. Now, look, baby, let me give you a couple of points. First of all, keep your eyes and ears open. What do you mean? When a guy's dancing with you, just let him talk. And remember what he says. What guy? Any guy, cuddles. You never know what you can learn about a guy. What's your own expression, knowledge, power? I think I understand, Eric. You and I will get along, baby. Feel free to come into my office any time and we can talk. Now, do that little thing. Uh, honey, said you were a regular guy. Honey, what do you know about money? You said you want to go to my arm. You hurt me. What's the matter with you? So you're a friend of her, eh? Well, I shouldn't hold that against you. What did she do? Nothing. But she's the type of girl I like working in my place. I fired her. Well, that's funny. I saw her this morning and she said she was coming to work tonight. She was here tonight. She was here tonight? Sure. She left a few minutes before you came in. Well, I think I better be getting out on the floor. Wait a minute. I ain't letting you go yet. What's the matter? What did I do? You didn't do nothing. I just wanted to have a drink. Oh. I keep my good stuff on the lock and key. I see. What's that? Scotch. No, that blue-covered thing. It's nothing. Looks like a book somebody's been writing. Are you a writer, Eric? Have your drink. Some of my best friends are writers. Good luck, cuddles. Honey once told me she was writing a book. Honey, get out of here. Well, you only live once. Yeah, just remember that, cuddles. Just remember that. Mollers, I can't stand it. Look at those men ogling us. Take it easy, Mr. Knopf. Mrs. Knopf's doing fine. I've got a hunch we'll find the murderer here yet. This is easier than finding out things by setting the suspects up against the wall. At least we know now where Honey's manuscript is. Well, why don't we arrest this Eric character and get it over with? He lied when he told Pam Honey was here tonight. Be patient. We will, Mr. Knopf. I really believe you're enjoying this. Oh, don't be silly, Mr. Knopf. It's all in the light of duty. Sir, Sir Waffle-Sornock. My, my, what lovely girl, huh? That little one with the black dress he's built for. Listen, brother, she happens to... My friend here don't like this place. He wants to leave. Well, I can hardly blame him. He's a quiet type like myself. This is the first time I've been up here. It's a way of keeping out of the rain. How about I see you someplace before, Mr.... Hornswinger is the name. It's not very likely you haven't seen me before, unless of course you've been in Connecticut, and that's where I'm from. Oh, dear me. What's the matter with Hornswinger? I was wondering, you said, oh, dear me. I was just looking the girls over. See anyone you like? And not tonight. There was a beauty over here a couple nights ago, about five feet two with eyes of blue and golden hair, the couple of money. As a matter of fact, her name was Honey. You'd like her? Yes, yes, I know. But where is she tonight? Oh, you know her. Well, I danced with her once. A charming girl. I thought you said you were never up here before. Oh, dear me, did I say that? Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm going over to the bar. Great. What have they brought? Do you think he's worth investigating, Mr. North? Hello, Mullen. Have you found out anything yet? Well, he's not about the murder, Mrs. North, but you see the man going over to the bar? He's Jane Hornswinger. Get him to dance with you. Find out anything you can. Oh, fine, Mullen. I absolutely forbid it. I danced with him myself. I had to see him. Oh, dear me. Oh, dear me. Oh, dear me. Oh, dear me. Uh, hi, you handsome. Uh, go away, little girl. I'm not interested in dancing. Oh, come on, handsome. You're not sociable. Will you please stop bothering me? Oh, you're the frigid kind, I guess. That ain't the way honey said you were. What? Oh, shall we dance? Delighted. What do you know about honey? I'm only a best friend, that's what I know about honey. Say, you dance divine. Your name is? They call me Cuddle. I like to cuddle up to my bed. Like this. You like it? Uh, dear me. Have you seen honey lately? No, I haven't. Were you expecting her up here? No, not particularly. That is, I was. She won't be here tonight. You don't seem surprised. Other fish in the sea, you know. Thank you, sir. Still, honey was in a cast by herself. I don't know what you mean. Well, she was a life skill. She was one of the intellectual types. Do you know she even wrote a book? Mr. Hustling, I don't know how he survived you hurting me. Oh, dear, I am sorry. What do you know about the book? What do I know about it? What does the air know about robots? A practicant helped her with it. Now, listen to me, my dear. I'd pay a lot of money to get a hold of that manuscript. You are a culture type man, aren't you? But you don't have to worry no more, Mr. Hornstreeker. That black man is no more. You know why? That someone's killed you. Careful, Mr. Hornstreeker. You stepped on my toe. What were you saying? I was saying that... Never mind. I heard you. When did it happen? It happened this morning. You ought to know. I... I don't feel like dancing anymore, cuddles. Will you excuse me? I wouldn't try to leave this place if I were you, Mr. Hornstreeker. That gentleman over there is my husband, and the other one is from the police. Oh, dear me, I... I think I'm going to. I'm going to go. Oh, do you think? You can't do that. Jerry! Jerry! What's the matter, ma'am? Jerry, he's fainted like my arm. I told him about honey being murdered. Good girl. Put him on the road. We just paid him a visit. Come along, though, Mr. Hornstreeker. Take the place. Jerry, I think Mr. Hornstreeker could have done it. Honey was blackmailing him. Come on, let's tell Mullins. And then I'm getting you out of here. Oh, no, Jerry, not yet. Maybe it wasn't Mr. Hornstreeker at all. But you just said that... He's got some nerve, but her husband could have done it. He said he's jealous. And Eric could have done it because he just looked mean. And then there's just the horn... There he is, around. Mullins! Mullins! Jerry, look! He's unconscious. Mr. Hornstreeker is gone. Are you all right, Mullins? Of course I'm not all right. What a deceitful little man. Why did you take my hand out of him? What happened, Mullins? I let him down on the couch. I told him to get him a glass of water, and he must have slugged me. Oh, what a shame. A little bit of a runt like that. Hey, Mullins, where are you going? Outside. I want to find out if anyone saw me. Poor Mullins. Jerry, look. The window's open. There's a ledge running all around the building. I see where it leads to, darling. It may lead us to the miniver. It's going to lead us into trouble. Hey, Pam, get off that ledge. Jerry, take a window about ten feet to the right of me. All right, steady now. I'll go with you. It'd be busy if I let down. For goodness sake, don't look. Walk slowly and hug the side of the building. Away you hug your dance, customers all night. This is no time for you to be jealous. Oh, be quiet, darling. Come into the window. Maybe somebody in that room. Jerry, it's Eric Falk. And there is somebody in there. There's Mr. Hornswinger, stretched out on the rug. You don't think he'd dare to? I think we'll be if we stay on this ledge much longer. Let's see if this window opens. Good. Up in there. Easy, Jerry. It's better Mr. Hornswinger's here. Still breathing. What's the idea of coming into my office, ma'am? Oh, Eric. Who are you, mister? I'll tell you who I am. I believe the customer, Eric. My office is off limits to customers. Now, be it not until we call the police. There's a telephone on his desk, Pam. I thought the name was Cuddle. That's enough of that. She's my wife, Mr. Snark, and my name's Norf. I thought there was something phony about you, Cuddles. Who are you and what do you want? We don't want very much, Mr. Snark. All we want is to find out who murdered Honey and why you did it. Oh, ain't you the cute one? And I'm skittered in that desk, Jerry. Well, we'll take a little look. No, you won't, miss. They're not even a peak. I ain't running no circulating library. But I am going to turn this office into a shooting gallery if you don't stand where you are. Careful, you've got a gun. I'm hardly breathing. I can put a stop to that, too. Who's that other guy that was with you, mister? That's the police. The police? You really foul me up. Now I lose my license. All right, you can relax, Snark. I'm putting the gun away. I thought I could keep it quiet, but it's too late now. You can get on that phone and call the police. You're confessing? What kind of a judge do you take me for? I didn't do it. You stole her manuscript, Cuddles. Sure, I wanted to read it. I find out she's running a little blackmail racket on the side. I told you she didn't cut it out. I'd mess her up real good. I've got to protect my customers. You've got a novel way of protecting your customers, Mr. Snark. Oh, you mean Horstwick? Uh-huh. So what would you do, Mr. North? If some wild-eyed little jerk comes jumping through your window and accuses you of blackmailing? Who's there? Mr. Carly Mullin. Come in, Mullin. Tony. Uh, nice to see you. Who will be Jack? Honey's husband. He's the one who hit me. I remember when I was in high school, Eric. We used to sing a song that was something about the punishment fit in the cry. You played around with Honey, Mr. North, so I hit you. But you, Eric, you murdered her. So what you're getting is going to fit the crime perfectly. You're crazy, Tony. I didn't do it. Put down that gun. Stop it, Jerry. Listen, Tony. Now you listen, Mr. North. Listen to the noise that gun makes when it... The conclusion of tonight's Golden Golden Radio Show after this message. We ain't going to let nothing beat us. Long as you can move, we're going to do something. Her name is Mrs. Simms. She lives in Washington, D.C. And she's beautiful. That store has been there for years and years and years. This is our neighborhood store. And it has never had grass. Last year, I put grass up there in front of that store. The biggest step to making a thousand miles is the first step. And a pretty storefront actually, well, you can get the storefront pretty after a week. If they want to say we had a pretty store in the neighborhood. One store. That is what we call progress. It's not much, but that's still been there for 30 years or more. And that's the first time grass has been there. That is progress. If a person could benefit one bluff a year, at the end of five or ten years, you would have accomplished a whole neighborhood. A campaign for human development by the United States Catholic Conference. Oh, what's going on here? Get up, horned swagger. You just had turned to see a man shot to death. I didn't do it. I swear. I know it. It's not who I'm giving it to. Listen, the reason Tony... Turn around and stand against that wall. Jimmy, I can't bear it. Tony, you're making a big mistake. No, I'm not making a mistake. There's a bullet in Honey's chest. He's dead. And this is the gun that did it. And that's the rat who pulled the trigger. Tony, I can't let an innocent man die. You say she was killed with that gun. It was lying right next to her. So I did it, Tony. Jimmy, you didn't. I'm sorry, Pam. She was a devil. I couldn't get her out of my blood. I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else having it. I don't believe a word of it. You're starving to say this jerk's lying, am I? Well, look in the magazine of the gun. You'll see two bullets still in there. I couldn't know that unless I handled the gun. Well, I'll see in a second. Get him out of here! Don't let him get away! Get out of here! Help! Help, Mother! That's better. Thanks, Mother. Oh, Jerry. For a moment, I almost believed you. Believed what, Mr. North? Jerry can stand. Oh, but he didn't do it. Good for him. Thanks, Mr. North. Tony's your murderer, Sergeant. He's a madman, Sergeant. Oh, sweetest old day you are. You didn't do it. Oh, son, dearly Sergeant, you must find it in your heart to forgive me for not kicking you out. I was frightened. I acted on him most. Oh, Mullen, forget about him. Tony's your murderer. Oh, I didn't do it. I tell you, Eric killed her, Sergeant. He tried to turn her into a black maid. Sure, I hated what money did working here in this creep joint. Sister. Oh, dear me, my head. Oh, you kept... He was murdered before I told you. You killed her. Oh, it's him. Let him go, Tony. Let him go. I'll take the morning swing if you're going to confess. Yes, yes, I did it. I did it. She wouldn't listen to me then. The horn-swingers and all her name is because of that. Her reputation would have been ruined. I had to kill her. How are you feeling this morning, darling? I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. You'll never hope to meet this morning cut it out of my센ice until I have had my first cup of coffee did you have a high And by the way I have some of the trick絵s and the heart yes and the room girl uh oh i went on theica Gotland I'll give you just two seconds to think up a good excuse. Well, as a matter of fact, it's awesome, Pam. Really, I was going to tell you about it. Mullins asked me to go up with him. He wanted to do a little investigation about the blackmail business. I helped him. I mean, I really didn't enjoy it a minute of it, Pam. You know, those hot stuffy dance all the... Oh, it's quite a chore, those dark lights in my eyes. Tonight's Old and Golden radio show was brought to you by WHAM as part of our continuing observance of our Golden anniversary year. We hope you enjoyed it and that you'll tune in next week for another nugget from the Golden Age of Broadcasting.
