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for your support, Norman. Now it's time for our final
Christmas related podcast, so we're skipping ahead a few months
to December twenty second, nineteen fifty one. Here is Buddy
Malpaul and the Jeweled Scimitar.
Speaker 2: Broadways might be from Times Square to Columbus Circle. The Gaudiess,
the most violent, the Louns the most mile in the world.
Speaker 3: Broadways might beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Klover
on the days before Christmas, Broadway dances along to carols
that flow from sequined loudspeakers. The kids mash their noses
against the plate glass, lick it and watch, and it's
all there. The mechanical clown, the tin man dancing a
jig in a tin box, the toy army precisely the scale,
with the latest equipment mechanized, and eyes are bright with
desire and hope. The one time in the year when
odds are better that dreams will come true. So make
a wish on a neon star.
Speaker 2: And in the short time before Christmas, creatures were stirring
at police headquarters. There's the pattern of tired fees and
the sound of manly giggles, as little gifts are hidden
in desk drawers or according the Dixie cups, or slipped
under the police blotter. And in my office, my strong
right arm, Sergeant Gino to Taglia, Yeah, ask its pretty late,
you know, a couple more hours you can go home
and finish decorating your Christmas tree.
Speaker 4: Indeed, indeed, getting a lot of nice things with suregon
Oh many of the things, Danny. I guess my old
cockles should be warm. Yeah, but they're not.
Speaker 2: Oh something wrong.
Speaker 4: You know what I want most for Christmas, Danny, I'm
not going to get I'm going to get nicks and
knacks and an electric shaver, and handkerchiefs and socks and
ties and the curved cake. Would he pipe to smoke
my troubles away?
Speaker 2: It sounds like a pretty full Christmas.
Speaker 4: To me, you know, a humbug. Any What I want
most is to go out and solve a crime, to me,
face to face, the sultry sirens, to harden criminals, solve
them the way you do, go out on a case
with you. My fondest wish for Christmas.
Speaker 2: Police headquarters that fall apart without you. You know, you
just stick around here and do your job.
Speaker 4: Indeed, indeed, just thought i'd let you know that.
Speaker 2: So well, I'm going downstairs for some coffee. I'll be back.
Speaker 4: So Roger m h fa, Si, Geno, you're stucorn dance Yeah, oh,
Sergeant Gino Pantagona speaking yes, yes, yeah, right away.
Speaker 5: Danny.
Speaker 2: Hey, Danny, Yeah, what's the matter. Gen know, I haven't
gotten my coffee yet.
Speaker 4: Coffee at a time like this, Buddy Malpot, and they're
doing one million and a half.
Speaker 2: What what about him?
Speaker 4: What about he has been slugged.
Speaker 2: Let's go, Gino? Did you say, of course on a
case like this, I'll need you, Geno.
Speaker 4: Come on, this is his house, Danny, let's go. It's locked. Yeah,
stand aside, Danny.
Speaker 2: We can go in now, Danny, Gino. Yeah, we could
have rung the bell.
Speaker 4: Who's got time?
Speaker 2: You're coming, We're here, Geno, back of the sofa.
Speaker 5: Yeah.
Speaker 4: Yeah, take a note, Danny. Yes, sir, Buddy mal Pot,
the unconscious they do well million are battleton budget on
the super octtical region of the cranium back an a
skull slug down the super occidial of virus assailant Anne.
From the size of the lump on Buddy Malpas hit
to four refined head conclude that said lump was administered
by a blunt weapon three millimeters by five of the
irregular contour and lead pipe consistency. You got that, Danny,
hold it, I got a ps to with a luxurious
apartment of said ney d well millionaire one buddy Mouthpas
ransacked and left in disarraye Pps, the butler of set household,
will have his work cut out for him. Telephone outside
him'll move? Huh, the drapes just moved, all right? You
behind those drapes out with your hands clasped behind your neck.
Speaker 2: Out What you been, gentlemen?
Speaker 4: Goody Danny. It can't be.
Speaker 2: It can't be.
Speaker 4: What Gino, this man, this hider behind drapes, it can't be.
Are you it is he? Danny May? I present Mike
Shrek the bolt had a miracle detector from Philadelphia.
Speaker 5: Merry Christmas, gentlemen, Merry Christmas to you, Mike Shrek.
Speaker 2: I assume you, gentlemen, are of the police.
Speaker 4: I present to you, sir, Lieutenant Danny Kloba and myself,
Sergeant Gino Tatagliaglia.
Speaker 2: That name has a familiar ring.
Speaker 4: Or perhaps because I was an innocent abroad and the
guided in the footsteps of Mike Shrek tour in Philadelphia
last summer. I brew myself to it with my vacation money.
Speaker 2: It's not for that I remember you, sir.
Speaker 5: It's for the word that has come to me that
you are indeed the brains behind the brains the new
York Police Force. Oh come, mister Shrek, you mustn't believe
all I could have used you, sir, on my famed widow,
Charles Sedney's case. When having trailed the Desperado across the
one point eight three miles of the Philadelphia camden Bridge,
I was caught in the seductive toilsko.
Speaker 4: The brain of the man, the memory for details to
have made a part of them, the size of the
Philadelphia camden Bridge.
Speaker 5: Gentlemen, enough of nostalgia to work? Was I who phoned
this into you? Being now on the trail of lance Lash,
master criminal of them all, I was led to this
place only to find buddy Malpaw the there do well millionaires.
Speaker 2: But hush, the man is coming around. What happened?
Speaker 5: Man?
Speaker 2: Tell us what happened? You gently, sir, who are among
friends well from the police, mister Malpaw, try to tell
us what happened. I'll try, fellows. I had arranged such
a pleasant evening a date with Rima nine, not the
Rama nine from Bolivia, but the miss Rima nine, who
was staying at the Stacey Arms or honest Melpo. Rima
was to meet me here at nine point thirty. However,
at precisely at nine the door bell rang. I went
to open it. There was no one there, no one,
no one, prank, I thought. I started back in the department.
Suddenly that the pain, the awful pain, screaming through my skull.
There was no prank, I assure you, no, Where is it?
Where is it? Where is what?
Speaker 4: Mister Melpa It's gone? It was here in this case,
it's gone.
Speaker 2: What's gone, mister Melops, I prized it more than the
dual scimitar of Genus Khan.
Speaker 4: The jewel cimatar of Ginger's Khan, the jewel what's going
on here?
Speaker 2: Sergeant?
Speaker 4: Read your notes, man, read your notes, and.
Speaker 2: Watched the sergeant as he considers the attitude of the
distressed man, the desolation of him, the sergeant's compassion, understanding
the most precious thing of Malpaw's life, the jeweled scimitar
of Ginger's Khan was gone, now vanished, lost, straight, stolen,
parlo and the sergeant's gentleness and the knowledge of it
caught up with Melpaw, took hold, displaced everything, until it
was only emptiness, void, vacuum, in the space nothing. Finally,
the ne'er do well Millionaire's rejection of it and turn now.
The sergeant to Taglia nods sagely opened the door farm
and leave, going out of the stacey arms, and the
clerk at the desk lifts a corner of his lip
and an eyebrow, and the sergeant mentions the name of
a woman he wants to see. The long ride up
on the elevator, walk down the carpeted corridor, the sprig
of Christmas Holly above the brass door knocker.
Speaker 4: This time we'll knock Ernie.
Speaker 6: Hi, fellows, please come in. You'll forgive the way I look.
Speaker 2: We're from the police, Miss nine.
Speaker 4: Yeah, we got some questions to ask you.
Speaker 6: A piece of find me. I picked up a coat
a zoo I always wear at this hour. It's a
rishing hours. You may call me Reama.
Speaker 4: I'm Gino. He's Danny.
Speaker 2: It's about buddy Malpalmis nine.
Speaker 4: Yeah, he was beaten and robbed this evening.
Speaker 6: You may sit here beside me.
Speaker 4: He is none of the sultry siren stuff. Miss nine.
Didn't you have a date with mister Malpot this evening? Yes?
Speaker 6: I did at nine thirty.
Speaker 4: That check, sergeant, what time did you get to the
malpal mansion?
Speaker 6: At nine thirty. I rang the bell and rang it.
No one answered. I was so disappointed with an educational
evening like that.
Speaker 4: In sight educational.
Speaker 6: Buddy was going to show me the jeweled scimitar of
Ginger's connor, the real one, not the replica.
Speaker 2: Oh, there's a replica at.
Speaker 6: The Museum of Far Eastern Law. I often go there
in my idle moments and browse around the Far Eastern things.
Speaker 2: You're a strange one, reama, yes, please go on.
Speaker 6: That's how I met Buddy at the museum. They play
strange tricks. Yeah, now, if you'll pardon me so, I.
Speaker 4: Ll go right ahead. We'll just make ourselves let's go.
You know, we are sorry, mister Zoeic, that we have
made you open your museum to us at such a
late hour. It is always a pleasure, Sergeant, to indulge
the whims of the culture, though they be policemen like you,
mister Zoig, not at all. And here, gentlemen, looming above you,
is the statue of the fabulous terrorizer Gingers come clothed
in the cap of Tibetan flair. The jeweled garnerprocaded picking silk,
all of it donated to us most generously by Buddy
Malcar to complete our far Eastern collection.
Speaker 2: And the sword in his hands a replica.
Speaker 4: Only I hear replica of the jeweled simitar of Ginger's
Cohn and mister Malpau's generosity dissolved when it reached tell.
Speaker 2: Us about the cemetery, mister zoil.
Speaker 4: Were the deepest pleasure Gingers tore it from the wounded
hands of Jella, let him his parching, bitter enemy Danny.
Then for centuries it was lost. Three centuries Danny vanished
to reappear again in the renaissances as an ornament worn
about the slim waist of the little creature.
Speaker 2: For you, Danny, if their cemeter were real, mister Zowick,
how much would it be worth?
Speaker 4: Conservatively? Conservatively half a millionaires, give a little, take a
little half a million? Huh, that's all we need to know.
Let's go, Danny, and for you, mister Zoick, many thanks,
and merry merry Christmas. And to you that the eight
half a million bucks, Danny, no wonder, mister mal pol
and there do one millionaire nipper go oh geane old yeah,
I help me, Danny. I've been shocked.
Speaker 3: You are listening to Broadways My Beach, written by Martin
Fine and David Freakin and starring Larry Thor as Detective
Danny Clover. It's so delightful it's become a Christmas tradition.
With Amos and Andy. Tomorrow Night again, Amos will be heard
explaining the meaning of the Christmas Spirit to his little
daughter Arbadella.
Speaker 2: It wouldn't be yule tied without this special bit.
Speaker 3: Amos and Andy contribute to the season's atmosphere, so be
sure to hear it again over most of these same
CBS radio stations Tomorrow Night on Amos and Andy. As
the winds move to the place of the years dying,
the Masdas and Broadways transluts arrange themselves in merry thoughts
suitable for Christmas past, Christmas Present, Christmas future. Broadway walks by,
glances up, smiles, hurries to buy the last minute gift
for the last minute friend. Crosby sings the tune That's
in your Heart the corner Santa Claus winks, and the
Golden Girl stops you, asks which way to Gimbals invite
you to come along and show her the budget term
dreams are coming true, kid, So go live.
Speaker 2: A little.
Speaker 4: Danny. Danny, I've been shocked. Oh no, I must have
been dreaming. Oh yeah, hey, I was shocked. H there
you are, sergeant, as good as new. Right, thanks, doctor Sinsky.
Speaker 2: May I say something, Gino?
Speaker 4: And did you? May? I've been privileged at ten many
courageous men, but you you Geno. No other way I
can say it.
Speaker 5: I stand in humility before you, a doctor Sinski.
Speaker 4: You you shouldn't say those things.
Speaker 2: He's right, you know, Doctor Sinsky is only saying what
all of us feel. We've already initiated proceedings for an
award for bravery beyond the call of.
Speaker 4: Duty, Danny, Doctor Sinsky, dear true friends, I know that.
What May I go?
Speaker 2: Right ahead?
Speaker 5: Sir?
Speaker 4: Thank you? Sergeant? You know that dog are speaking?
Speaker 5: Yes?
Speaker 4: Yes, yes, that was my trick. Evil has come to him.
Got me a geno, never mind a hole in my head, Danny,
A squad car.
Speaker 2: I got move The door is locked, you know?
Speaker 4: One side.
Speaker 5: After you, Danny, mister Shrek, what happened to you? Land Slash,
the master criminal of the more. I give the devil
his due if you haven't told us what happened, mister gentlemen, please,
of course.
Speaker 4: I'll be gentlemen, Danny over here on the bed. Now
tell us about.
Speaker 2: It, My friends, I feel I have failed.
Speaker 4: You don't talk. I got after all, how many people
have come face to face with land Slash and lived
to all about it?
Speaker 2: Give the devil his due? Yes, now do you mind
telling us what happened?
Speaker 5: I came here to my rooms sparsely furnished, you'll admit,
but the way I like it, no fur blows to
distract my attention.
Speaker 2: I needed to think.
Speaker 5: I knew I was once again hot on the trail
of blan Slash, once again from the.
Speaker 2: End of the earth.
Speaker 4: Listen to the man, Danny.
Speaker 5: We had met lan Slash and I the last time
on the Lonely Isle Mauricius, when we battled hand to
hand on top of Old far Fine and the volcano. Yeah,
I know, But what happened to night as is my
one before I retired. I looked under my bed, gentlemen,
and there he was lan Slash.
Speaker 4: So you got on the tour and started a fight
with him.
Speaker 2: Yes, it was nip and tuck under there. But if
the devil is why did he come here? Mister Shrek?
He thought I.
Speaker 5: Had the jeweled scimitar of Gingis Khan. And as you know, gentlemen,
I have not as you would you mind side of course?
Speaker 4: Yes, yes, yes, how do you like that? Danny? Like?
Speaker 5: What?
Speaker 4: Reama nine?
Speaker 2: Christon?
Speaker 5: Yeah?
Speaker 4: She was picked up on a disorderly conduct charge and
you know what she had with her? No, I don't
a cimita and I was smashed to pieces. Let's go, Danny,
if I were you like prior Poltus, mister Shrek, open
it Danny Bill, Well, what have you to say for yourself? This?
You make it easy? Reamer? Just relax, thy king. We'll
get you nowhere a wild.
Speaker 6: Oh you.
Speaker 5: Real, easy girl? Easy, that's it. That's a good girl.
That's a baby.
Speaker 6: He's young. I'm sergeant. Don't take you away.
Speaker 2: The boys say they picked you up screaming on a
street corner. Why were you doing that? Miss nine?
Speaker 6: They tell you about me banging their empty hits together
till they rang out the seasons. Greetings.
Speaker 4: I mentioned it. Now you tell us why you did
all that? And right before Christmas?
Speaker 6: You know why that piece of mail order carving knife
masquerading is the dule cemtar of Ginger's.
Speaker 4: Count not the genuine article.
Speaker 6: Huh not the genuine article. He says he was awake
a dory running.
Speaker 4: So don't scream, angel, we were all nearby.
Speaker 2: Okay, So it was a fake, miss mine, where'd you
get it?
Speaker 6: What's that got to do?
Speaker 2: Only this? You rang Buddy Maulpo's bell at nine last night.
You slugged him, stole the scimitar. Now you're hurt because
it's a fake. I just pile up a sarn't it?
Speaker 4: Assault?
Speaker 2: Theft?
Speaker 4: Indeed the door ramer took.
Speaker 6: Me for anything you want, lover, just so as you
bring in that woman beating cab driver.
Speaker 4: Huh the cab driver.
Speaker 6: I get in this cab. Time to get me the
airport in a hurry. Why should I stay in this
lonesome tolm on? What I had in my hands was
worth half a million what I've had in my hands?
Speaker 5: Go on?
Speaker 6: So Cabby tilts his cap to me. I see the
union label. I figured he's friendly, trustworthy, loyal. I make
chit chat with him one where am bang? He turns
onto a side street, grabs me by the throat, wrestles
me for the scimitar. He looks at us and breaks
it over my head. And you know who he was?
Who he really was not, not none other Lance Slash,
the master criminal of them all.
Speaker 2: Love her.
Speaker 6: Imagine poor little me in the clutches of Lancelash.
Speaker 4: Oh there, don't think about it.
Speaker 2: You've let her go out.
Speaker 4: You know. Read your notes, man, Just read your notes.
Speaker 2: Yea, and leave there. Go away, find a place at
police headquarters and close the door to the outside. Think
about it. You and Sergeant to Taglia put it down
and add it up, and it doesn't come out. So
Sergeant tod Taglia puts it down and adds it up.
Then it comes out. Go to a place now, back
to the museum, and tell it all to a man
you'd talked to before.
Speaker 4: I can't believe it. I just cannot believe.
Speaker 2: You. Better believe it, mister Zik, because that's the only
way it makes sense.
Speaker 4: That's right. If the cinetar stolen from Buddy Malpaw was
a phony, then the one, the statue of Ginger's Khan,
this holding is the real one. The ingeniousness of a man, Mailpa.
What better way to keep his treasures safe and to
put it before the eyes of the world.
Speaker 2: We want to see again, mister of course, of course.
Speaker 4: You do this way, this way, ah, this is very
gratifying to me. You know this publicity. People from all
walks of life now drop in to catch a peak
of the statue of Ginger's Khan holding the scimitar. And
just ten minutes ago I had to warn a cab
driver to keep his cab driver. Yes, it's interesting, fellow
too interested. We better hurry, Danny. Yeah. Now, look, look,
I don't understand me change his corn. He's dressed like
a cab driver. He's holding a city guide book in
his hand. The scimitar is gone. It's impossible, maybe, but
it's happened. The cab driver changed clothes. Maybe we can
catch him down here. And maybe that man is sitting
on the steps sing, let's ask him. Hey, hey, mister, hello.
Did you see your man come out of here a
few minutes ago?
Speaker 2: I guess I did.
Speaker 4: I have been sitting here for the last hour.
Speaker 2: Did you notice anything strange about any of them? The
way one of them was dressed. Let me see.
Speaker 4: This man had on a fur cap in a brocaded rope.
He was carrying a cimitar.
Speaker 2: Oh, sure I saw him.
Speaker 4: I didn't pay him no mind, though, I just figured
it's from California. Let's go Gino, Danny Annie, I think
I got it? God what get in the corn? I'll
tell you all about it.
Speaker 2: Where are we going to see?
Speaker 4: Mike Swich the bolt had a miracle that taped the Philadelphia.
I think we're are trails and.
Speaker 5: It.
Speaker 2: It's Lieutenant Clover, mister Shrek, and Sergeant at Taglia be
with you in a minute.
Speaker 4: We're still waiting, mister Shrek.
Speaker 2: Come in, Come in. I was just tidying up.
Speaker 5: Going someplace. Mister Shrek, back to Philadelphia. I'm afraid afraid
land Slash has outwitted me again.
Speaker 4: Oh has he now?
Speaker 5: But I don't get him after the holidays. Sit down,
mister Shrek. Tell us how you're going to get land Slash.
I'm going to the Congo after the holidays. Oh why
are you going to do that, mister Shrek. Rumor has
already drifted up from the belt of the sudden appearance
of the long last emerald eye of the Goddess of series.
If I know lance Lash, that's where he'll be after
the holidays.
Speaker 4: He will Willie. Let me ask you a question, mister Shrek,
at your service, how long.
Speaker 5: Did you say the Philadelphia Camden Bridge was one point
eight three miles.
Speaker 4: See, why did I tell you? Danny?
Speaker 2: Go ahead, Geno, correct him.
Speaker 4: The length of the Philadelphia Camden Bridge is one point
eight one miles. Did you hear me, mister Shrek? I
had you, Mike Shrek would never make an arrow like
that land slash.
Speaker 5: The master criminal of them all, I presume at your service, gentlemen,
look in the closet, Danny, right, Hi, it's here, all right,
the costume of Gender's camp. And of course you left
the disguise of the cab driver at the museum.
Speaker 2: Compliments to you, sir.
Speaker 4: Came to the house of Buddy Malapo after the cimitar
was stolen. You traced at the Riema nine disguised as
a cab driver. You found her with it making her flight.
You discovered it.
Speaker 5: Was a fake, That is correct. Of course you know
what happened. Then I deduced the same thing you did.
The genuine scimitar was at the museum. Where is it now,
mister lash?
Speaker 2: It right is here?
Speaker 4: Watch you'll cut your a piece. I'll take him.
Speaker 5: Donny Plants, don't don't say uncle uncle uncle.
Speaker 4: Yeah. Look, Danny, see I removed his ballheaded to pay.
And why do we have a full head of hair.
What a phony uire Land slash.
Speaker 2: G you know, come on, you know, wake up?
Speaker 4: You fell asleep Gino huh yeah yeah, I must have.
Speaker 2: Known no calls?
Speaker 4: Uh yeah from no no calls.
Speaker 2: What's the matter with it?
Speaker 4: You know? Danny? Yeah, I had a dream, Danny. I
was a big hero.
Speaker 2: I went out on a case with you, a dreamer.
I want to tell you something. You know what, when
something happens to you, something real, then it's over. You
know what? You have left? Memory?
Speaker 4: Yeah, Danny, that's right.
Speaker 2: One of dreams over and you can remember it. You
have the same thing, a memory. That's all anything is, geno,
a memory.
Speaker 4: Then I got my Christmas wish and Danny, sure you did?
Speaker 2: Go on hold now?
Speaker 4: Sure, Merry Christmas, Danny.
Speaker 2: Merry Christmas. J The bells ring out on Broadway, the
horns blow, and there's laughter. The translux spells out peace
on earth, goodwill to men. You read it and believe it,
because it's Christmas time, the time we're believing in miracles.
The crowd pushes you along and you're part of it.
It makes you happy. It's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent,
the lonesomest mile in the world Broadway My Beat.
Speaker 3: Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover,
with Charles Calvin as Tartaglia and Jack Krushian as Muggavan.
The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with
musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's story,
Lamont Johnson was heard as Mike Shrek, Georgia Ellis as
Riemon nine, Howard McNair as mister Zoich, and George Nie
as Buddy Malpaul. Ships loaded with vital cargoes for our
men at the fighting front are swinging at anchor for
lack of radio officers. Men with six months merchant ship
radio operating experience since nineteen thirty five or any kind
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Radio Association, five Beakman Street, New York City. Bill Anders
speaking and remember the comedy treat that can't be beat
is Jack Penny Time Sunday nights on the CBS Radio Network.
Speaker 1: Welcome back. For the interest of full disclosure, I am
using a different microphone now. I should still sound very listenable.
But if you detect any difference, it's because of this
new microphone. I actually only anticipate using it for a
few episodes. My preferred microphone I'm ordered a replacement, but
it was going to take a few days and I
needed to get these podcasts recorded before Christmas. So if
I'm sounding a little different to you, that might be why.
All right, well, I have to wonder why they went
ahead and credited the character as Mike Shrek when Sergeant
Tartaglia incisively exposed him as really being Lance Lash. There
are general rules against writing it was all a dream episodes,
but to me this is an exception. The writers, first
of all, do everything possible to make it clear that
this was a dream. If you actually thought this case
was real, I don't know what to tell you. It's
a great story idea for Christmas to give a beloved,
supporting character a chance to be the star, and it's
done in a way that respects him as a character,
even while pulking fun at the sort of stories he loved,
which really sound more like say a comic strip or
out of a pulp magazine. Because of all these wild
adventure characters and no emotional stakes, Yet it never disrespects
Seant Tartaglia. There's never a moment when it feels like
we're laughing at him as some ridiculous figure. Now, I've seen,
particularly on television programs and some movies, where people will
have a fantasy and they are so egotistical and they
they think so much of themselves that they really buy
into the dream and go around walking in the real
world as if the dream were real. Could you imagine
Sergeant Greco from Rocky Jordan having this vivid of a dream.
You never convinced him he wasn't the new Captain of Police.
But Geno Tartaglia is a lot more down to earth
and kind of realized as soon as he woke up
that what had been a dream, because he has that
sense of who he is. And I like Danny's statement
equating the dream and the reality of the cases Danny's
souls and in a meta way, it's true because all
these adventures are fictional. Of course, that's not so much
true in real life, and most dreams aren't. Even ones
like this aren't remembered in detail long term, unless perhaps
you write them down. But the sentiment is nice and
it shows that Danny wants to say something so that
Tartaglia will be happy on Christmas, and the truth is
that neither the audience or Danny needs Tartaglia to be
the hero he's beloved for who he is, a lovable
and caring person who brings lightness and humanity into often
grim situations. The story is a gift for giving him
a chance to sign, but without doing so in a
way that undermines the world tone of the series in
a way that makes this better than the nineteen fifty
Christmas episode. Listener comments and feedback now, and we start
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Speaker 1: I want to go ahead and wish everyone to marry Christmas,
and I hope you've enjoyed this year's programs. And if
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Speaker 7: That's right, Uster. It was just a little before three
point thirty. I was in the bus depot there waiting
for my husband. That's when I first noticed this package
lying on the bench.
Speaker 4: Just to cross from I sing, would you go on,
please mus bring?
Speaker 7: I didn't think anything of it at first. I went
on reading the afternoon paper, but no one came for
the package. It was just lying there was there a
long time.
Speaker 5: How long would you say, ma'am, I mean before you
pick it up and took the lost and found clerk.
Speaker 7: Oh, I'd say twenty minutes, half an hour, that much
at least. I left it with the young man at
the counter there, and I told him i'd be back
to see if anyone claimed it. Well, when I did
get back, that's after I had dinner with my husband Carl.
We found out what was in the package. Certainly strange.
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