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Passengers from Capital City will embark

immediately.

Hey,

isn't that Blake Washman?Yes.

The battling senator, back home to stay.

Hello there, Blake. Hello, Bob. The

defeated senator from home to lick his

wool. Lay off him, Abbott. What do you

say we bury the hatchet, Blake, now that

the election's over?Say, the voters

didn't seem to fall for that motto of

yours, did they?The people's choice.

This election's over, but remember,

there's another one in two years.

Go away! Is that you?Hello, Leo. You got

your cab here?Sure, right here. What

happened?I just said hello to a campaign

manager.

Happy birthday, Blake. You had a birthday

last week, fella. Happy birthday. Oh,

yeah, thanks. How'd you remember that,

Leo?I haven't forgotten a thing since I

took that memory course three years ago.

How'd you happen to take a memory course?

When I was in high school, I just

couldn't remember a thing. So I figured

if I was to get anywhere, I'd have to

remember things. Now when people here in

Fairfax want a cab, the first one they

call on is me. Because they remember I

remember things like their birthdays,

their favorite color.

The McFarlane factory just got a new

paint job. So I see. Well, John

McFarlane's really dressing it up. It

looks real good. Probably celebrating his

sons being elected state senator. Blake,

I wouldn't worry about not being

reelected if I were you. I won't. Well,

politics is a funny thing. Sometimes the

voters like it and sometimes they don't.

They tore down all those posters.

what you give him that clip on the chin

for just to let him know how I feel about

his campaign tactics campaign tactics

sure the people were hoodwinked into

voting for Bob McFarlane I don't know I

don't think I was hoodwinked what do you

mean

I voted for him

Mother?

Mother?Mother, do we have some red

thread in the longKatie, take off your

skates in the house, dear. I just saw

something over at Judy's house and now I

know what I'm gonna make Blake for a

present. A present for Blake?That's nice.

You know that red crooked braid I have in

my sewing basket?Yes. Well, I'm

gonna make a dresser scarf for Blake.

That's why you need a crooked needle.

That might be a little advanced for you,

but I'm sure your brother will like it.

Run up and get your sewing basket and

I'll show you how.

I'm sure you can sew it without a crooked

needle.

Besides, you'll have plenty of time.

Blake won't be home until next week.

Don't be too sure, mother.

Blake! Oh, Blake, you

scamp! Why don't you tell your mother

when you're coming home?You know how

surprise is always. Surprise me. Blake!

Blake! Katie, how are you?Oh,

Blake, you shouldn't have come home.

Hmm?finished your present yet. Oh,

but I have one for you. A boule,

a puppy. And such a

beautiful one. Well, the flowers are

lovely, Blake. What's this?It's an orchid

for Janice. We're going dancing tonight.

That'll keep it fresh for you. I'll put

it in the refrigerator.

What's his name?He has no name. You'll

have to name him.

Why, hello, Blake. You back in town to

stay?Hello, Jimmy. Yes, I'm back to stay.

Well, that's politics.

Let's sit down, shall we, Blake?You want

to, Janice?Yes, let's. All right.

Hello, Blake. How are you?Hello, Gloria.

Suppose we have dinner. Okay.

Hey, your hair looks different. What have

you done?That's a new dress, isn't it?

Janice, you look wonderful. It's about

time you noticed me. You've been so busy

saying hello to all your old friends, you

haven't had a minute for me. Oh, fine lot

of friends. You're imagining things.

They're all glad to see you. They're glad

to see me defeated. But there'll be

another election. Mr. Haskins wants to

see you personally.

Now, Dudley, I want 4 pork chops browned

slightly over the fire. Then put them in

the oven for 15 minutes. Then take them

back out, dust them slightly with pepper,

sugar and garlic salt. Then back onto the

fire for 5 minutes. Did you get that?

And the cherry pie I want for dessert. No

salad?Of course, but let me fix my own

dressing. Right, Mr. Haskins.

Blake!

Blake, hello. Slam. Blake, you snake. Why

don't you tell a guy when you get back

into town?How are you, Janet?Fine, Slam.

What are you trying to do?Keep your

homecoming a secret?Now, don't you start

too. Start?Start what?Oh, nothing.

It's good to see you, boy. When do you

come back to work?I'll be down Monday

morning. Your Uncle Cliff hasn't done a

lick of work since he knew you were

coming back. He's waited a long time.

First trip out with. Yeah. Every summer I

worked for the Herald, Uncle Cliff

threatened to skip out and leave me with

a paper. You know, it's gonna be like our

college daily. Blake was the editor. I

was a freshman reporter. we used to call

him boss how's the school Mark

fine still the third grade really

welcome home Senator hello Don Betty

hello stay where you are Senator no need

to go into one of your long-winded

speeches now look here Don

youYou 2 seem to be in a gay mood this

evening. Why not?We're celebrating. Slim,

how about a news item on us?We're married

seven years today. Seven years, Betty?

Sure, Janice, don't you remember?We got

engaged the same week you and Blake did.

Come over and see us.

Marriage is a wonderful thing.

Let's go, Blake. Why?These people don't

bother me. They do me. Well, all right.

You're not really going. Excuse us, Slim.

I'll see you Monday at the office.

Sorry, we're not eating.

But you're eating, sir. I most certainly

am.

Didn't realize it's been seven years.

Yes, it has. Five years in the Army and

two years at the State Capitol. I guess

that's a pretty long time for a girl to

wait for a fellow. Yes.

Why don't you drive my car home?I won't

need it tomorrow. It's Sunday. No,

thanks. I don't mind book.

I think we better plan on getting married

right away. I'm not

sure I want to marry you, Blake. Janice,

what are you... Why?I

think perhaps it's because I don't like

being taken for granted. You expect me to

be waiting here patiently for you and

marry you when you're ready. But you know

what I've been trying to accomplish

before we got married. Things haven't

worked out for us before. Yes, I know. I

expected to be re-elected and we could

have married and settled down in Capital

City. I worked hard as senator.

Because I happened to step on some toes,

they kicked me out. The voters don't seem

to realize they kicked out the man who

has their best interests at heart.

Getting into fist fights on the Senate

floor isn't the way to get things done.

I may have done it the wrong way. But all

the things I was working for up there, I

can still do, don't you see?Just because

I wasn't re-elected isn't going to stop

me. I think I know what the people want,

and I can fight for them just as

well-being editor of the Herald.

Blake, there isn't a person in the world

who knows better than I do how sincere

you are. And I know you're going to do

great things with the paper. And you'll

have faith in me and let me do things my

way?Will you trust me?Of course

I'll trust you.

Like I know I haven't mentioned it in the

last five minutes, but I love you.

Blake, your breakfast.

Finish your milk, Katie, if you want all

your teeth to grow. Rags!

Rags! Rags is

hungry. He wants his milk, too. Don't put

the dog on the table. He's not a dog,

mother. He's only a puppy.

Blake, I'm gonna call him Rags. Good. You

like him, Katie?Oh, yes, he's just what I

wanted. Well, now he's your pet, Katie,

so it's up to you to take care of him and

see that you feed him before you go off

to school. All right, mother, I will.

There's the school bus! All starting

tomorrow. You feed him now, will you,

Blake?Okay. Should I say hello to my

future sister-in-law?What?Say hello to...

Janet, she's my teacher. Oh, yeah, say

hello. Hey, come back here.

All right. Bye!Bye. Bye,

Blake. Bye, Katie. Bye, Mother. Bye,

dear. Bye, Red.

Morning. Morning, Blake.

Drink your coffee, Blake, so you'll wake

up.

Well, when your wife complains about you

reading the paper at the table, you'll

have a perfectly good excuse. What's

that, Mother?As editor of the paper, it's

part of your job to see what the morning

edition looks like.

Did you see Janice last night?

Mother, if any of your inquiring

neighbors ask you, just say that Janice

and I are going to be married almost

immediately. Oh, Blake,

I'm so happy for you. I almost feel like

crying. Oh, no, Mother. I'll save it for

the wedding.

We have just as many factories in this

part of the country. We do.

Mother, do you know if the McFarland

plant dumps any refuse into the White

River?Oh, Blake, I haven't the

faintest idea. Be interesting to find

out. Very

interesting.

I'll ask Mr. Haskins to pick up the cuts.

Yes. Thank you. Goodbye. Good

morning, Iris. Good morning.

Morning, Mr. Haskins. Springer's Auto

Supply called twice. They wanted someone

to pick up the cuts for the Thursday ad.

I told him you would do it, Mr. Haskins.

Well, a reporter, not an errand boy.

What's the matter with Irwin?He went down

to Sears to see about a double page for

their monthly sale, Mr. Haskins. Okay,

I'll do it. How long do you have to work

around here before you stop calling me

Mr. Haskins?I always treat men with

respect. Then they treat me with respect,

Mr. Haskins. Is that a proven theory

or something you're just trying out?Mr.

Blake Washburn is looking for you. He

asked for you 2 hours ago. What's he

doing here this early?Doesn't he know we

don't wake up until afternoon around here?

He was here at 9:00. Are you still

keeping company with that Hubert guy?

Yes, I am, Mr. Haskins. Just

ask him. Here's Lex

Harold. Mr. Scaggs is out of trouble.

Morning, Slim. Hi, Bernie. Good morning,

Tim. Blake's been asking for you. And

thanks for calling me. Morning, Phoebe.

Morning, Slim. They've been in there long?

The old boy just got here. He's been

saying his goodbyes. Oh, wait till they

get through then. Where's that recipe you

promised me for my cookery corner?I'll

write that out for you. I get a by,

Lance. On my women's page, not a chad.

Don't worry, Uncle Cliff. I'll answer

those letters right away. Blake, I'm not

going to give you a lecture on running a

newspaper. I can't put more than four

words together and make sense. You always

manage to make yourself understood. Oh,

you mean writing editorials. Well, that I

can do. But making speeches always did

scare the daylights out of me. So don't

expect me to make a speech. I won't.

Just one thing. There's always a lot of

joking about all I know is what I read in

the papers. Blake, that's no joke.

People really believe what they read. I

know. In this country, the people expect

to read the truth. See that they get it,

son. I will, Uncle Cliff.

And thanks for everything. No, no.

Thank you for this trip I'm able to take

now. I'll try

not to send postcards. Thanks.

Thanks a lot. Goodbye,

Ken. Cliff, don't stay away too

long. Don't worry. Goodbye, Phoebe.

Goodbye, Mr. Washburn. Goodbye, Ernie.

Goodbye, Mr. Washburn. Have a good trip.

Thank you, thank you. Goodbye, Slim.

Goodbye, sir. And thank all of you for

this wonderful present. You're welcome.

Goodbye, Hoagie. Goodbye, Cliff. Have

fun. Yes, I will. Good luck, sir. Yes,

thank you, Bill. Goodbye, Iris. Goodbye,

Mr. Washburn. Morning,

boss. Hello, Slim. I've got something to

go to work on. Yeah?I'm gonna

crack down on the McFarland factory. You

are?Yeah, for pollution of the river

water. Now, wait a minute, Blake, I...

Now, just let me do this my way, will you?

You know any of the boys out there?

Sure, I know Andy Butterworth. He's

foreman of the chemical plant. He's our

man. We'll drive out this afternoon and

get the facts from him. Is this something

you cooked up with Uncle Cliff?No, I

didn't mention it to him. Ask Iris to

come in, will you?

Iris, boss wants you.

Got you started on stream pollution. It's

a problem all over the country. Factories

dump their waste and acids into fresh

water, something that should be

controlled.

There he is. Hey, Andy.

Hello, Andy. Well, how are you, Slim?

Andy, I'd like you to meet Blake

Washburn. Blake, this is Andy

Butterworth. Hello, Andy. How do you do?

you're the new editor. That's right. How

are the kids?Fine, fine. I got another

one since I saw you last. I have 5 now.

Well, those gray hairs are deceiving.

Andy, I'd like to ask you a few

questions. Do you mind?No, go ahead.

Well, off the racket and we won't quote

you. How much refuse and acid does the

plant dump in the river?Why, none.

The factory's right on the river. You

must dump some. No. The solvents are

burned in the incinerator and the acids

are diluted and go on down to the sewage

treatment plant. what goes in the river

nothing I know because it's my job to see

that the disposal rules are carried out

isn't there anything thrown in the river

not a thing

is that what you wanted to know yes

that's what I wanted to know thanks very

much Andy give my best to Virginia will

you yeah sure thing well goodbye

take it easy

we'd better get back we got a paper to

get out

What was the idea?I made a mistake. No

harm done. You feel you must have a

crusade?Our readers ought to be informed

about the things business interests get

away with. You mean John McFarland?How do

you suppose his son got elected?Why, an

idea the voters had something to do with

it. They'll soon discover their mistake,

because I'm going to tell them with our

little one-horse paper. Uncle Cliff

wouldn't like to hear you call it that.

The Herald hasn't grown up with a town. A

crusade will help circulation. Don't you

think we ought to be a bigger newspaper?

Sure, I'm all for that. Then maybe I'd

get a raise. But let's not go

off half-cocked, huh?What do you say,boss?

Drink your milk, Rags, if you want all

your teeth. Daisy.

Now keep your coat buckled. Blake, when I

get the list of all the pupils in my

class, be sure you print every one. What?

Didn't Slim tell you?I told him about our

class going on the outing. He said he

would write it up if I gave him the names

of all the pupils. There's the school

bus. And please see the names are spelled

right, Blake. Now don't worry, Blake will

tell his printer. Bye, Blake. Bye, Katie.

Bye. Bye, dear. Bye, Rag. I'm gonna take

Rags on our field trip. What

was that all about?Well, Janice is taking

her whole third grade for an outing next

week to look at the ground. The ground?

Well, you know, rocks, sand, and

blossoms. The things they make us all

study when we're eight years old. They

won't find any blossoms this time of

year. Well, I think it's to show them

where the blossoms were last year and

where they're going to be next year.

Anywhere, there'll be rocks. I'm glad the

Herald's running an article about it.

That should increase the circulation.

Well, there'll be 25 children's names,

and all their relatives will want papers

to see their names in print. Your Uncle

Cliff always said to your dear father,

names make news. Takes more than that to

make a newspaper grow. What we need is a

crusade about something important,

something big.

Yeah, I heard about it on the radio this

morning. That's an awful lot of money for

one company to make. Yeah, I wish I had

some of it. That's what causes you high

cost of living. Some people sure have it

easy making all that dough. Who gets all

those profits?That's what I'd like to

know. I wish somebody would tell me I

worked for one of them big outfits.

That's more money than any of us will

ever see.

Good morning, Mr. Washburn. Good morning.

Bernie, when did the item about Metro

Manufacturing come in?Good morning,

Blake. Why, first thing, I just put it in

the window. The teletype's in your

office. Thanks.

Bernie, ask AP for a complete text on the

metro manufacturing item. Okay, Frank.

Oh, Ken, save me the eight column head. I

will, get me a piece of column.

.

Still hammering away at the same subject?

Yes.

I suppose you know what you're doing. Of

course I do. I'm printing a newspaper and

giving the people what they want to read.

Slim, see what you can find out about the

companies in this state. Fairfax Valley

Power, Tri-State Cement, the Fallen

Motors. Get the information on as many as

you can. You're going to start on them,

are you?Yes, I am. Did

you know circulation is up 500 copies?

Yeah, I know.

Well, I don't know what the rest of you

are gonna do, but I'm going to a team.

This young editor's got the right idea.

He used to be state senator, didn't he?

That's right. It's too bad he wasn't

re-elected. He could do a lot of good up

there. I think I'll write him a letter

and tell him he ought to run again.

These are the personal letters, Mr.

Washburn. Thank you, Iris.

Getting a lot of letters from your

readers lately, aren't you, boss?Yes.

I was out bowling with a few of the

fellas last night. They were discussing

this attack you're making on business

profits. It was very interesting to hear

their opinions. And?They asked

me a couple of questions about why you

were doing it, but I couldn't answer

them. I really don't know.

Blake, Blake, am I so late for the

deadline?Oh, Katie, deadline.

This has to be in tomorrow morning's

paper. It's important. Hello, Slam.

How are you, Katie?Our class goes on the

outing tomorrow and this has to be

printed before we go or it won't be

news. It's the names of all the pupils.

All these names?You must print every one.

It's important. Is it?I promised them

their names would be in the house and

they've got to be. I gave my word. Why

did you?I collected 10 cents for each

name.

Katie. I'm gonna give it to the Red

Cross. All right, it'll be in tomorrow

morning. Thanks, Blake. You're a nice

brother. I have to go now. Bye,

Slim. Bye, Katie.

Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye.

Bye, Katie. Bye.

How about it, Blake?Town has a lot of

confidence in you, but they'd like to see

you take it a little easier. So would I.

Concentrate more on local news. Stop

going off in all directions.

Here's some local news. Why don't you

write that article?

Okay, boss.

Mr. Kennlock, I've got a news item about

the third grade in Lincoln Grammar

School. Do you think you'll have room for

it?

Good evening, Slim. You still here?I'm

the babysitter. We just went to press.

Blake, it's one o'clock.

Oh, Janice. Is it?You were going to meet

me at Kay's Diner at

11:30. Oh, Janice. I'm sorry.

Forgive me?Of course you're forgiven.

How about some coffee?It ought to be

ready by now.

Piping hot. This one's with the sugar.

Blake, tell me honestly, are you just

using this paper to get yourself back in

the state Senate?

Yes, I am. That's why you've been doing

all this crusading, to get to the people

who might someday vote for you. What's

wrong with trying to get votes?You said

you were going to do some good with the

paper. You asked me to have faith in you

while you did it. I didn't know you were

going to trick your readers in devoting

you back into the Senate. Trick them?But

I've been sincere about everything I've

printed in the Herald. And because I have

been, the people want me back in Capital

City. You're not being very honest with

yourself. You really want to show them

you can come back after your defeat,

don't you?The people are with me. Don't

you realize you were the victim of a

mistake in the 1st place?You came home

our most decorated war hero and on that

popularity you were elected state

senator. You were the victim of a

mistake. Why do

you say that?I heard the voters. I heard

them talking before the last election.

They realized their mistake. That's why

they went to the polls and deliberately

voted you out.

I don't believe that. It's about time you

did. You're a trained newspaperman and

can be a good one. So stop trying to be a

politician, something you're not suited

for. But I've been doing all this

for us. Don't you want to marry a guy

who'll amount to something?I want to

marry the boy I used to know. Not this

fellow you're being now. What he's doing

isn't the sort of thing I want to be a

part of.

I'm going home.

Good night, Slim. Good night,

Janice.

I think this paper's going overboard,

taking cracks at our company. What do you

mean, our company?Why don't you do

something for that sour stomach of yours?

Treat us all right, don't they?All pipe

down. Stop the foot of the hill, I'll put

that sign back. Why bother?Nobody coming

up here to Copper Hill?

Get in the bus now. Go very quietly. Go

at the back. Good night.

Where are we going this time?Up to Copper

Hill. Oh, boy!

Hello, Slim. Hi, Slim.

Good morning, Slim. Morning. Good

morning. Cadlocked.

Iris, when are you going to get rid of

that truck driver boyfriend of yours?

He's not a truck driver. He owns four

delivery trucks and he doesn't drive

them. He's the boss. And I'm not going to

get rid of him. I'm going to marry him.

Congratulate him for me. Excuse me.

I have to take letters to Mr. Washburn.

I'll do it for you.

Morning. Some more letters from your

constituents, Senator. Look, Slim, lay

off the cracks. They're getting a little

tiresome. Aren't you a little touchy this

morning?You're so eager to criticize

newspapers. Why do you work for one?No

one's criticizing newspapers. They stand

or fall on their own merits. It's you.

I'm just going after facts and printing

them. Like the time you went out for some

facts about the McFarland factory?I

didn't find out anything. You found out

the factory was not polluting the river.

That was commendable. You didn't print

that.

I'd like to speak with you, Mr. Washman.

But if you two are busy, I can come back

later. Mr. McFarland. John McFarland. May

I come in?Why, yes.

Thank you. I thought I'd come down and

have a little talk about something we're

both interested in. What's that?The

subject of your editorials.

How's your tobacco holding out?Fine, sir.

Here, you're welcome to it. Thank you.

You're Slim Haskins, aren't you?That's

right. We have a draftsman at our shop,

talks a great deal about you. Dickerman.

Yeah, we were in the same CB outfit.

I suppose you've come to talk about your

son, the senator. No, I didn't. I'm not

too concerned about him. He'll take care

of himself. But I've been following your

editorials very closely.

Now, I know it's the duty of a newspaper

to print the news. Because companies like

Metro, Tri-State and McFarlane Motors,

they are news. Of course they are.

Especially their profits. That's right.

And I'm interested in profits. Both for

myself and the customer. My main

reason for coming here was to see if I

could perhaps interest you in printing

something about a pet theory I have. I

call it profits to the customer.

What do you mean?Well, as I say, it's my

own private little pet theory. It's very

simple, not very complicated. You see,

I'm not an economist. I'm just a

businessman. I have to make a profit

to stay in business. Sure, we all know

that. I make a profit on every electric

motor I sell. But the customer must make

a larger profit. Because if he doesn't,

he won't buy my motors and I'm out of

business. The customer must make a

profit. That's right. Would you like to

try my mixtures?Oh, thank you, sir.

Yes, the customer must make a profit. For

example, you have some typesetting

machines out there. The manufacturer who

sold them made a profit on them. But your

paper would never have bought them in the

1st place if they couldn't deliver

something beyond their original cost.

They must continue to work for your paper

to be worth more to you than you paid for

them. As a customer, that's your profit.

My profit?Yes, you sell your newspaper to

a man for five cents. He gets news,

advertisements and all kinds of

information for his home and business. He

gets service beyond the value of his five

cents. As a customer, that's his profit.

It's the same story with everything else.

The light bulb, the refrigerator, the

telephone. For this, we pay a few dollars

a month. Our profits are enormous in

steps alone. In case of an emergency, its

value can't be estimated. That's a

different slant from what we've been

printing.

As you say, that's just a theory. But you

can't deny that you are a big business.

In your editorials, you've been insisting

that because a thing is big, it's bad. It

takes bigness to do big things. Our

industries turned out equipment for our

armed forces in a remarkably short space

of time. It was a big job and it was well

done. Helped us to win the war and

preserve our country. That's what

American industry, with its bigness, was

able to accomplish. Was that bad, Blake?

The last 50 years, we've come a long way.

Used to take a week to get a letter

across the United States. Now we do it in

one day. The difference in time alone

could affect the happiness of a family.

Might even mean a matter of life and

death. In my time, I've seen advances in

industry that have added 20 years to the

average span of life. My father died in

the old country at the age of 40, an old

man. His work was absolute drudgery,

slavery, on his own farm from 5 o'clock

in the morning to 8 o'clock at night. But

because I live in America, I feel like a

young man, and I'll be 65 in April.

Mr. McFarlane, your tobacco makes mighty

fine smoking. Why are you

telling me all this?Well, I thought

perhaps you might be interested in both

sides of this profit question. Print

something else for a change. Mr.

McFarland, I don't tell you how to run

your plant. So please don't tell me how

to run my paper. I'll print my own

conception of business profits. Good

day, sir.

Well, I just thought I'd come in and

talk. Which I have.

Remember, Blake, when this country was

first discovered, there was nothing here.

Now look around you. Everything you see

is profits. Our transportation,

communication, household appliances,

medical equipment. Notice them

sometime, Blake. They're the realprofits.

Come out of there! Look, it's a mine.

Maybe it's a gold mine. Rags, come out of

there! I gotta see.

It's dark. Alan, do you

suppose Rags smells gold?Well, some dogs

are awful smart. Rags, come

here! Rags, come out of

there! Here, boy! Rags is too

little to be prospecting for gold.

Rag! Rag! Katie!

Alan! Katie!

Rag! Oh, there you

are, boy. Rag! Come here, you

bad, bad boy. Come here.

Come here, bad boy. I bet you don't want

Kermit is to live here at Gall's Quinter.

Get out!

Okay, I'll bring them out to you.

Dear. What's this?I'm quitting. That

makes it official. Oh, listen, Slim. Just

because we took a couple of pokes at each

time... That isn't it. I just can't stay

here and watch my best friend make a fool

of himself. Look here, you're being the

fool.

Hello.

Katie. Where?Where are you?At Copper

Hill, please. Please hurry. All right,

Janice. I'll be right there. Slim, drive

me out to Copper Hill. Something's

happening to Katie. What?She didn't say.

Hey!

Hey! What happened?Katie went to

the old mine.

A bulldozer can handle this. The new

highway through the pass. There's a

bulldozer there. I'll go after him. This

will do it.

103M to control 1. Request bulldozer

come to Copper Hill, code 3.

Control 1 to 103M. Roger.

Control 1 to 108M. Contact bulldozer

working in passage south end of town.

Need a doctor right away. Suggest nearest

one is Dr. Johnson at McFarland factory.

Well, contact Dr. Johnson immediately.

Blake's little sister is under the

cave-in. Is there anything you want?You

need any main from the factory?Thanks

very much, Mr. McFarlane. The police have

already sent for some equipment. Doctor,

would you stand by, please?Yes, ofcourse.

There's Father. Keep her down.

There's Dr. Johnson. What's he?Doctor,

what are they doing?It's a matter of

clearing away the front of the opening

and we'll get to her.

Please stay here. Doctor, do your thing.

Better turn it around and back in.

Case in my case! She's alive, Mrs.

Washington, but I must make a thorough

examination right away. Take her into the

ambulance, please. Careful.

Tell Doc to leave the operation must be

performed within two hours or it'll be

fatal. Ask him if it can be ready. Dr.

Johnson wants to know if you can be ready

in two hours. Yes, sir, I'll tell

him. Dr. Lee will be ready in two hours.

Can we get Cater to Capitol City in two

hours?Yes, yes, we'll take my plane. Come

on. Tell Dr. Lee we'll be there. We're

starting now. Thank you. Come on, let's

get going. Come on. Thank you. Thank you.

This is Dr. Johnson. Dr. Johnson,

I need a resuscitator at the airport

right away. Thank you.

Thank you.

Beach 801, take

straight in approach. Runway 7R,

wind 9015,

out. Beach 801,

we'll go out.

Taxi to south end of field where

ambulance is waiting.

Katie's fine, Mrs. Washburn. She's going

to be all right. May

we see her, Doctor?I'm sure it's all

right. She's asleep, but she'll wake up

any moment. We've taken her to a room on

the floor below. This way, please.

That's some really good news, Doctor. Oh,

this is Doctor Lee, who performed the

operation. How do you do?Mr. John

McFarland. This is Blake Washburn, the

little girl's brother. Mr. Washburn, your

sister's okay. It was lucky you were able

to get her here in time. Thank you, Dr.

Lee. Thank you. Oh, pardon. Oh, well.

One of my motors. It's a McFarland motor.

Thanks again, Dr. Lee. Yes, thank you,

Doctor.

Jake.

Rain again?You've been threatening rain

for three days. New

weatherman's a pessimist. Your front page

ready?Here it is.

Hello, Slim. Ken. Blake. Katie still

doing all right?Yeah, she's fine. I just

talked with Mother in Capital City.

That's good news. Thanks, Slim, for

helping to save Katie. A lot of things

helped save her life. Yes, I know.

Ken, what are you running in my column?

Why, nothing. Hold it. I've got something

I want to say.

Still printing facts?You know, Slim,

seven hours ago, John McFarlane came in

here with a pet theory I didn't think was

worth printing. Theories have funny ways

of becoming facts. If

you're looking for your letter of

resignation, I'm typing on the back of

it. OK,

boss.

Lem, I haven't heard you laugh like that

in a long time. Janice, how would you

like to marry a guy who's glad to be

editor of the Fairfax Herald?Oh, I'd like

that. Hey, Rags! Where did he come from?

You gotta learn to keep out of private

offices, you cussing up trouble one day.