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Welcome, everybody. Tonight, your neighborhood good golf dealer joins the golf oil companies in presenting another program in this series of reviews, musical comedies and dramatic show. So welcome all of you to the Motion Picture Star Zone program. Welcome to the golf Screen Dill Show with Dave Ranson, Leslie Howard, Mary Nash and Irving Fitcher, Morgan Wallace and Virginia Wydler, the music of Oscar Bradley and Hollywood's favorite factor of Germany's George Murphy. Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another of the Motion Picture Star's own program, The Golf Screen Dill Show. Last week it was

a review. Next week a variety show starring Bob Burns, Edna May Oliver, the Brian sisters, Warren Heimer, George Raffes and Virginia Verrill. Be written by Duke Atterbury and directed by Busby Berkeley. Tonight we present a drama never in this world, directed by Sydney Franklin and written by Stephen Morehouse Avery under the musical direction of Oscar Bradley. Tonight's play never in this world is a fantasy, a strange story of a child who lives in an enchanted world created for her by her father. The child Susan, displayed by Virginia Wydler. Her father Paul Dodd is enacted by Leslie Howard and Kay Francis is Martha Sheldon, the woman who comes to live next door. It is mid-afternoon of a day in late June by a stone wall bordering

a winding Connecticut road Paul Dodd awaits his daughter Susan age 5 who runs down the hill to meet him. Susan, how many times will you? We went over the hill, but you mustn't climb hills no random. It was the clover fairy. She was riding a yellow butterfly. You know if I told the doctor you'd disobeyed him he'd be very disappointed in you. I forgot. Please don't tell him. I won't run again. Promise? Word of honor? Yes. All right. Now come over here and sit down in the shade and rest. I've got something to show you. Quiet, quiet, careful. It's a good manners to shout that way. What's he saying, Paul? The elves are planning to dance in the moonlight tonight. But Tommy Stonehouse said there aren't any elves. You mustn't play with Tommy or any of the other children. Think it was much better company. I guess so, but I wish I understood dog words. You'll pick it up in no time at all if you leave a few of these every day. Gumdrops? Where did you get them? Off the gumdrop tree, of course. But there weren't any on it

this morning. Oh, no, look here. Have you been climbing after what you promised the doctor? No, I didn't climb, Paul. I just looked. Have a strawberry pink one. Open your mouth. Good? Tell me, what did you see from the top of the hill? Something shiny. We are. Maybe it's the palace of the silver prince. Perhaps. When will he send for me? Not for a long time, I hope. Are you coming with me to his magic city? Yes, yes, I'll take you there, darling. Only I can't enter the palace until I've been summoned. But maybe the prince won't want me. Maybe he's got mother won't like me when she comes to call. Oh, what nonsense. How could she help with love you? When you suppose she'll be here. Well, that's difficult to say. How will we know she's a godmother? Where else she'll be announced by silver trumpets. And then down this very road will come rolling a great shining chariot, driven by a newbie and slay. And the godmother, she'll be beautiful. Oh, she'll be very beautiful, very regal. She'll be wearing a robe,

studded with bow. Did you hear? He runs with trumpets and look, a great shining chariot. True, and you mustn't get so excited. It's coming right down this road. It's the godmother. No, no, no, it couldn't be. But it must be. There's a newbie in slave driving. Now, who's in darling, please? Only stopping next door. Call to him. Tell him this is our home. No, no, no, we mustn't. But why? Well, because the godmother may not wish to be recognized. But Paul. No, no, no, we mustn't lay down. We've even seen her until she dayens to notice us. Look, she's stepping down from her carriage, not even glancing our way. Did you ever see so many boxes and bags? She's going to stay full. Because she's going to live right next door. Yes, yes. I guess she is, darling, that's it. You must promise to stay on our side of the hedge. You mustn't bother her. That's so cool. Come on, darling. Now you'll tie yourself out. Now I have to carry you into bed.

I'm really disappointed, Martha. I came up here to Connecticut hoping to find you reconciled. To watch, Charles. Being labeled a husband by the hide bound, one side of notices of so-called music critics. Their criticisms weren't malicious, Martha. If they had been, I, as your manager, would have been the first to resent them. But suppose I did give a few bad performances. All singers do now and then. But your spring recital is my dear. Everyone asking what had happened to Martha Sheldon. Well, I was tired and sick. When George stopped the car at this gate last week, my holiday started. I'm only waiting till I can go back and prove how wrong those critics are. I'm not finished. You mean you're going to attempt another recital? In the fall. I won't accept defeat. When you forced me to tell you something, I hoped I could spare you. Martha, that throat specialist you saw before you came out here. He made some x-rays. I brought the plates. Let me show you. You see... No. No, don't. I know what you're going to say.

It's nothing dangerous. And only serious to the extent you'll never sing again. So you see my dear. You must accept not defeat, but resignation. And how can I? How can I, Charles? You're young. Beautiful. You have a small fort. Yes, yes, I'm young. But my life's over before it's hardly begun. You have this home, this garden, peace, security, things so many people dream of, but never realize. But I've lost my whole scheme of living. Believe me, Martha. I'm sorry. But does anything I can do? Thank you, Charles. Will I? I guess you'd better go now. You're going to catch a train. Yes. Goodbye, Martha. Goodbye, Charles. George will take you to the station. No, no, I'll walk. I don't have much chance for that in the city. Goodbye. Goodbye. You just come along with me. I didn't do anything. If you were to do something, you would speak, and I'd see you.

I was trying to get Tinkle. He ran through the head. I'm going to take you right on his shoulder. Oh, please, please don't tell a godmother. The godmother? Say, well, what are you talking about? Oh, on his shoulder. What's the matter, George? This your child was picking through the head. It was only a minute. Don't be angry, godmother. Godmother? What do you mean? Oh, oh, I didn't mean to let on. I knew you. But I wouldn't tell anyone. I promise, godmother. You mean it? You think I'm your godmother? Oh, no. Only the silver prince could have a beautiful or one of you. She's crazy in the cell. Hey, you look here. You get along home now. Wait a minute, George. What's your name, child? Susan. Susan Don. And where do you live? Next door it's Paul. Who's Paul? The little boy you play this game with? No. Hold my father. You told me all about the silver prince. You also told you that I was a princess godmother? Yes. You watched you drive it in your chariot last week.

We didn't come in no chariot? You might have been, George. How is the prince? Is he sick? Is that why you've been crying? Oh, no, no, no. That wasn't the reason, Susan. The prince is quite well. Is he up in Magic City with the shining towers? With the boy? Why, yeah. Oh, I'll have to go. Is that your mother? No, I haven't any mother. Just Paul. Goodbye. Goodbye, godmother. Goodbye, Susan. Well, I did play. Isn't she the funniest time, Miss Sheldon? You just ought to hear what the folks in town say about her and her father. Yeah. Yes, I can imagine. He'd only let a runner play with none of the other children. She must be sick or something. Can he fill up our head with that silly talk? I wonder if she'll come back. No, ma'am. I tell her to keep on the own side of the head. Well, don't tell her anything, George. She wants to come here, let her come. But Miss Sheldon. I've been banished, George.

And since I'm going to say here, I don't need enchantments. Magic cities with shining towers. I wonder what Charles will say when he finds out that I'm a godmother. A godmother has a silver twin. Susan, did you see the hummingbirds nest in the lilacs? Oh, yes. Who are you? I'm Martha Sheldon. I live next door. Are you Susan's father? She's told me so much about... Where is Susan? Upstairs. She went to put on the dress show where when she goes to visit the prince. She insisted that I miss her. Well, I'm sorry she presumed on your time. It's not happening again. Oh, we become fast friends. She visits me every afternoon. From now on, I'll see to it the child doesn't annoy you, Miss Sheldon. Annoying me? Why, I love having her. Would you mind leaving before she comes down? I'll explain to her that you couldn't wait.

You mean you're asking me to leave? I'm asking you to leave us alone. Susan and I want no visitors. You make yourself very plain, Mr. Dodd. And quite as the townspeople say, just curious and bad tempered. Good day, Miss Sheldon. Good day, Miss Sheldon. We were so excited to be here at your house, Miss Sheldon. Our trouble's been most anxious to invite you to one of our regular Tuesday meetings. Well, this president, I put my foot down and refused to come here and bother you until I was absolutely certain that you were settled. Most awful of you, Mrs. Stonehouse. Well, I tried all we could myself in the other person's place. We have a full trial of very slight Miss Sheldon, only the very best people. And we thought you might address us on the train of modern music, our next meeting of Tuesday. And we try to... My mother? Is that the God child? Yes, I believe so. Why? You mean to say you allow her? I thought her luck. About the Tuesday meeting, Miss Sheldon.

I just found it further. She's as blue as anything. I'm talking to Miss Sheldon here. The ladies who reasoned like Miss Sheldon. You've only came from the cap of your messenger to the prince. Haven't you any manners, child? It's a beautiful feather, Susan. And I'm sure the messenger lost it. Do you think you won it back? No. No, he must have a new one by now. You can keep this one. Can I really? He won't mind? Of course not. I went along with him. Look at the Stonehouse. Isn't it beautiful? You've had no raising it all, breaking it without as much as a biolite. And all over the blue jays, feather. A blue jays? Oh, no. It's from the cabins. I say it's a blue jays, feather. He was a Stonehouse. I declare it's a shame and a disgrace the way our heads been filled with this foolishness. Who is this messenger you're talking about? The messenger to the silver prince in the magic city. No, there is no silver prince. And there is no magic city. There is, there are. You've seen him, haven't you, Godmother? There we are, there are. Susan. What, what's the matter with the child? He's gone with the Stonehouse. Where she's fainted, Susan. Susan. The curtain has just fallen on the first act of our play, never in this world, written

by Stephen Morehouse-Avery and directed by Sydney Franklin. And now is John Conti. Thank you, George. Ladies and gentlemen, I wish I could go along with you the next time you take a drive in your car. Then I could easily prove to you under actual driving conditions how quickly and completely golf, no-nox, ethyl gasoline ends those annoying motor knocks. You probably hear motor knocks in your car often enough when you're pulling up a steep hill or when you accelerate suddenly on the level. Well, I'd like to be along and show you what happens when you stop and buy a tank full of golf, no-nox. You can drive the same hill again at the same speed without hearing the same annoying pinging sound. You benefit by this smoother, quieter performance, the very first day. And in the long run, you'll probably save money on upkeep expenses. So even if I can't be with you in person, I'd like to suggest right now that you drive in at the sign of the orange disc tomorrow and try just one tank full of golf, no-nox gasoline.

Now the curtain is about to rise on the second act of our golf-screen guill-play, never in this world, starring Kay Francis, Leslie Howard, Mary Nash, Virginia Wiedler, Irving Pitchell, Morgan Wallace. Dr. Susan, she's here, Mr. Dodd. How is she? She'll be all right this time, Mr. Dodd. Thanks to Ms. Shelton getting a hair in time. Excuse me. I'll see how she's resting. I don't know how to thank you, Ms. Shelton. Well, she came through the head. This is Stonehouse talk to her and I didn't know how ill she was until the doctor told me. I've always been afraid of this, but something might happen while I was away. I understand now why you've been keeping up with the townspeople, Mr. Dodd. Yes, I should have explained to you that day instead of asking you to leave, you see,

three years ago she was desperately ill, Scarlett Fever, left her with a bad heart. Yes, the doctor told me. You see, it was only a matter of a few years, three or four, until her heart had given out. It seemed so cruel. Then it came to me that perhaps in her few years I could crowd all the happiness that you and I and the rest of the world have given us in our lifetimes. So far I've bungled nearly everything in my life, but I can't bungle this. I bought this farm where we could be away from people and I've tried to create for her a perfect child's world, a world where everything is enchanted. She calls me the godmother of the silver prince. Yes, you see, I've tried to prepare her for the time when she must leave me. There'll be no sadness, no fear. If she believes she goes to the magic city to marry the prince and live happily ever often. Of course, perhaps that's all wrong. No, no, it can't be. No, but suppose something happens before that time, such as happened today.

How can I do, Michel? And how can I protect her? Will you let me help you? There's such a little time there. Did the doctors say how long? A month, perhaps. Only a month. And it must be the happiest month the child ever had, thirty pages of enchantment to end a fairy tale. Yes, I'll want your help, Michel, and I believe we can do it together. Oh, it's the night, it must be the biggest hill in the whole world. There you are, darling. Your two-legged horse is all out of breath. Now, you sit there while I go back and help with the blankets and umbrella. And you stay with her, Tinkle. No more rabbit chasing. Wait a minute, Martha, let me try that. It isn't, Abby, braw.

Look, Tinkle. Do you weigh over there? That's the clip where the silver prince killed the dragon. Oh, oh. And I weigh over there as a pool of the elves. And that's the shining highway, Tinkle. That's how we... It's cool. You know, I haven't climbed hills for years, Paul. Sometimes I went to boarding school and wore my hair and pig tails. Well, that couldn't have been later than yesterday, Martha. Susan. Susan, darling. Yes. Yes, Paul. I guess I almost went to sleep. Well, then you better have a nap. See, I've fed the blanket here in the shade. How's that? And my coat for the cover, my sweet. Paul, tell me about the magic thing you do. When will we go there? Soon. So very soon, now, darling. Paul. Remember what we said? No tears, no grief. How will we go to the magic thing? In Godmother's chariot time. Yes. Yes, and... And nowhere your white dress.

And as we drive down the street, 30 million hundred people will stop to watch us go by. Trumpets will announce our arrival. And out on the balcony will come the silver prince himself. You throw a wreath of flowers for you to catch them. You'll be his princess. Susan. Oh, Paul. Paul, the time's so short. Let's not even think about it. I've seen such a wonderful month. I almost leave the three of us as an enchanted. I know I must be under some kind of spell, because... because of the things that I thought important. And so very far away. But our enchants may end any day, any hour. Must it be? Well, how can we keep it without her? You've changed, too. Just as I am. You'll never go back to being the failure you told me about. Oh, I hope you're right. Listen. Music. They're setting up the merry-go-round at the path of the picnic tomorrow. Do you think it's wise to take Susan? She wanted so much to go.

And we'll have to watch that she doesn't get too tired. There'll be so much excitement and the people, the gains, the entertainment. And of course, the merry-go-round. Music. Heidi Claire, isn't that the dog of the next table, Mrs. Powell? It certainly is, Mrs. Stonehouse. And Mrs. Schellin seems to me to be so particular of our keeping the child away from other children. Maybe, too particular to bring it while picnic. Oh, go away. Oh, go away. Oh, you're a single canary. I'm telling you to go away. This is still the thing. It's a human disgrace. The way Dog fills that child's head with crazy talk. Get away, get away, Dog. I'll take a six-year-old. Tingle, come out front of the table. Why don't you leave that dog at home where he belongs? Get away, get away. You'll take it at least. Stop, stop. You have to work, Tingle. Get away, Tingle. Tingle. You'll burn him. Pull. Pull. Pull. Pull. Let go of the child. Get some water. I'll take care of it. You've done enough, Susan. Susan. Susan, darling.

Pull. Paul, is she? Come, come on. We're going home. We're going home. How long, Doctor? She may last till morning. There's nothing more I can do, Mr. Doddness, I know. I know, Doctor. I'm sorry. Very sorry. Good night. Good night. Oh. Yes? Yes, Martha. What do you say? Till morning. Martha, I'm going to take her to the Magic City. Susan. Yes? Yes, Paul? Susan, it's time. It's time to start to the Magic City.

You mean, you mean to see the Prince? Yes, it's a long way when it's travel fast. You'll take me? Yes, tonight, promise. And Godmother? Of course, my Susan. My wife, Grant. And my slippers. I'll dress you now. King Kong. Can he go? Yes, of course. He'd want to know where his mistress has gone. What? Why are you crying, Godmother? Because. Because I'm so happy for you, darling. You're going to be a princess. Come. Come, darling. We miss Harry. And the Prince's army will be that greet us in full uniform, clearing our way through the crowd to the palace. Some will ride ahead on fiery steeds, opening a path to the avenue of the throne.

Telegram to you from Rich Gardens, Vector. Thanks. Here, give us a captain of Brian, see that it's carried out. A motorcycle escort. Mother Sheldon's car is to be met at the parkway and cleared to the Carlton Toes. Why, Inspector? He doesn't give a reason. But if Mother Sheldon wants a police escort, she rates one. Go ahead. And then. And then as our carriage stops outside, a great palace of the Shiding Towers, a silver prince will be on the balcony. It'll have hours to give you, telling all the magic cities of you, and you will own all his dreams. What's that, George? Telegram to Mother Sheldon from Stanford, Mr. Griggs. From Martha, what does she say? She wants a man in a silver costume with a reap of flowers on the balcony of the Carlton Toes. A watch that must be a joke, Mr. Griggs, perhaps. But if Martha wants it, she gets it. Get a theatrical agency on the telephone.

Darling. Darling, wake up. What? What's wrong? We're here, Susan. We're in the magic city. This is the great avenue that leads to the palace. The palace? Of the prince? It's barely morning, and yet the city's awake to see you. Isn't it big? Isn't it beautiful? See, rising over there against the morning, a great stone betterment. They're so high. They touched the clouds. And here is the great plaza, where the meteors would be rich and turned into a golden statue. I... I never dreamed it would be so wonderful. Is it... is it as fine as I told you, darling? Yes. Oh, here's more. Only... Only there's so much to see. And all are curious. Everyone comes to see you, Susan. Way to do them. But... But how will we find the palace? Of the silver prince? There.

Just a head down here. See? The high towers? The highest towers in all the magic city. See how they catch the sun? Yes. This I see. Susan. Quickly, you're quickly born. Just one moment more. Just one little moment more. Susan. Susan. See? They're on the balcony. Look, my Susan. The prince. The silver prince. He is waiting. Isn't he, Godmother? Yes. He is my darling. And he has the flower. But he doesn't see me, Godmother. It pretty stuffy. The plumpeth ball. Quickly, the trumpets. He's looking down. He's smiling. Wave to him, Susan. He sees you, darling. Look. Look, he's tossing the flowers. He's chosen you, my sweet angel. Now. Now you're a princess. Yes. Yes. A princess. A princess of magic. Oh, she's ready.

Rose. Rose. Darling. Goodbye, my princess. But now there's no more magic. But there must be Martha. Well, we cast for her at ending. But the spell she cast for us will keep forever. We could do it, Paul. We can do it. Martha, we... We will do it. We will do it. We will do it. We will do it. We will do it. We will do it. We will do it. We will do it. We will do it. Thank you, K. Francis. Leslie Howard, Virginia Weidler, Mary Nash, Irving Pitchell, and Morgan Wallace.

In just a moment, Leslie Howard will return. But now it worked from John Connie. Ladies and gentlemen, when you look at those house plans that are published every now and then in the newspapers and magazines, you ever stop to think about the fact that nowadays, every single one of them includes a garage. Now, that's just another proof of the fact that your automobile is now an established part of your everyday life, no matter where you live. And that means that your neighborhood good-golf dealer, by helping you care for your car, and be a big help in making your life simpler and easier. Let him take over the routine job of checking your radiator, your tires, your motor oil. And to keep your motor running quietly and efficiently, let him fill your tank with that golf no-nox ethyl gasoline that we mentioned earlier in the program. Your good-golf dealer takes a real personal responsibility for giving your car the best possible care. Next time, stop at the sign of the golf orange disc.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Leslie Howard. Thank you, George. And speaking for my fellow players and myself, I want to express our thanks for presenting us with the opportunity of doing our part for such a very worthy cause, the motion picture relief fund. Thank you very much, Leslie. It was nice of you to come. Next week, ladies and gentlemen, same time, the same station. The good-golf dealer in your neighborhood joins the golf oil companies welcoming you to another screen-gill show, a review starring Bob Burns, Edna May Oliver, the Bryan Sisters, Warren Heimer, George Raft, and Virginia Vero. Be written by Duke Atterbury and directed by Busby Berkeley. We are grateful to RKO Studios for Ms. K. Francis who can be seen in memory of love, Leslie Howard, who is to be seen in the man who lost himself and for Virginia Wildler, now appearing in the great man votes. This is George Murphy. Thank you. Good night. Thank you for the motion picture. Any rise appeared on this program,

last week, in the courtesy of MGM and Maxwell House Good News program. We are grateful also to peps it into Paramount for Bob Hope and a life-boy in Paramount for Martha Ray. John Conti speaking, this is the Columbia Broadcasting Six.

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