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Say, isn't that Blake Washburn?

Yes. The battling senator, back home to stay.

Hello there, Blake.

Hello, Bob. The defeated senator. Come home to lick his wounds. Play 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 model of yours, did they?

people's choice.

This election's over, but remember, there's another one in two years.

Blake, 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.

Hmm?

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 card three years ago.

How'd you happen to take a memory card?

When I was in high school, I just couldn't remember a thing. So I figured

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 McFarland factory just got a new paint job.

So I see.

Well, John McFarland's really dressing it up. It looks real good.

Probably celebrating his son's being elected state senator.

Blake, I wouldn't worry about not being re -elected if it were you.

I won't.

Politics is a funny thing. Sometimes the voters like it and sometimes they

don't.

I thought they tore down all those posters.

What did 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.

don't think I was hoodwinked.

What do you mean?

I voted for him.

Mother! Mother!

Mother, do we have some red thread and a long crooked needle?

Katie, take off your skates in the house, dear. I just saw something over

Judy's house, and now I know what I'm going to make Blake for a present.

A present for Blake, that's nice.

You know that red crooked braid I...

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 scared.

Why don't you tell your mother when you're coming home? You know I'm

as always.

Surprise me.

Oh, Blake, you shouldn't have come home.

Hmm? I haven't finished your present yet.

Oh, but I have one for you.

Blake, a puppy!

And such a beautiful one.

Well, the flowers are lovely, Blake. What's this?

That's an orchid for Janice. We're going dancing tonight.

I'll have to 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, sir. All right.

Hello, Blake. How are you?

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

friends, you haven't had a minute for me.

I don't find a 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 four 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

Then back onto the fire for five minutes.

Did you get that?

And, uh, cherry pie a la mode for dessert. No salad?

Of course, but let me fix my own dressing. Right, Mr. Haskins.

Blake!

Blake, hello.

Hello, Slim.

Blake, you snake, why don't you tell a guy when you get back into town?

How are you, Janet? Fine, Jim. 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 are you coming 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 for his trip out, Will.

Yeah. Every summer I work for the Herald, Uncle Cliff threatened to skip

leave me with a paper.

You know, it's going to be like our college daily.

Blake was the editor, I was a freshman reporter.

We used to call him boss.

How's the school, ma 'am?

Fine. Still in 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.

You two seem to be in a gay mood this evening. Why not? We're celebrating.

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.

All right.

You're not really going.

Here's a slim. I'll see you Monday at the office.

Sorry, we're not eating.

But you're eating, sir.

I most certainly am.

I didn't realize it's been seven years.

Yes, it has.

Five years in the army and two years at the safe capital.

I guess that's a pretty long time for a girl to wait for a fella.

Yes.

Why don't you drive my car home? I won't need it tomorrow. It's Sunday.

No, thanks. I don't mind walking.

Well, 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

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

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 fistfights 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 for 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.

Blake, I know I haven't mentioned it in the last five minutes, but...

Finish your milk, Katie, if you want all your teeth to grow.

Rag!

Rag! Rag 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 going to call him Rag.

Good. Do 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. See that you feed him before you go off to school.

All right, Mother.

What? Say hello to... Janet, she's my teacher.

Oh, yeah, say hello.

Hey, come back here.

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

are going to be married almost immediately.

Oh, Blake, I'm so happy for you. I almost feel like crying.

Oh, no, Mother. All right, 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.

Haskins will pick up the cuts.

Yes. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Morning, Iris.

Good morning, Mr. Haskins.

Springer's Auto Supply called twice.

They wanted someone to pick up the cuts for the Thursday ad. I told them 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

Haskins. Is that a proven theory or something you're just trying out?

Mr. Blake Washburn is looking for you. He asked for you two hours ago. What's

doing here this early?

Doesn't he know we don't wake up until afternoon around here?

He was here at nine o 'clock.

Are you still keeping company with that Hubert guy?

Yes, I am, Mr. Haskins.

Just asking.

Does that tell?

Morning, Slim. Hi, Bernie. Morning, Slim.

Blake's been asking for you. And thanks for calling, Reverend. Morning,

Phoebe. Morning, Slim.

They been in there long? The old boy just got here. He's been saying his

goodbyes. I'll wait until they get through, then.

Where's that recipe you promised me for my cookery corner?

I'll write that out for you.

Can I get a violence?

On my women's page? Not a chance.

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.

But, 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,

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.

Now, Cliff, don't stay away too long. Don't worry.

Goodbye, Phoebe. Goodbye, Mr. Washburn.

Goodbye, Bernie. 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 going to crack down on the McFarlane factory.

You are?

Yeah. For pollution of the river water.

Now, wait a minute, Blake. 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

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?

Walk, won't you?

I guess 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.

Hello, Andy.

Well, how are you, Slim?

Andy, I'd like you to meet Blake Washburn. Blake, this is Andy

Hello, Andy. How do you do?

Oh, 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 five now.

Well, those gray hairs are deceiving.

Andy, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Do you mind?

No, no. Go ahead.

Well, off the record, 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

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've 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 McFarlane?

How do you suppose his son got elected?

I had 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?

What, Katie?

Now, keep your coat buttoned.

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, Ray.

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.

Anyway, 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

want papers to see their names in print.

Your Uncle Cliff always said to your dear father, names make news.

It takes more than that to make a newspaper grow.

What we need is a crusade about something important, something big.

Yeah, I heard about... 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 your

high cost of living.

Some people sure have it easy making all that dope. Who gets all those profits?

That's what I'd like to know. I wish somebody would tell me. I work for one

them big outfits.

That's more money than any of us will ever see.

Good morning, Mr. Westbrook. Good morning.

Bernie, when did the item about metal manufacturing come in?

Well, good morning, Blake. Why, first thing, I just put it in the window. The

teletype's in your office.

Thanks.

Ask A .P. for a complete text on the metal manufacturing item.

Okay, Frank.

Well, Ken, save me the eight -column head.

All right, Russ, get me A .P.

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, McFarland 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 going to do, but I'm going to a tea.

Well, this young editor's got the right idea.

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

That's right. Too bad he wasn't re -elected. We could do a lot of good up

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 both?

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 too late for the deadline?

Oh, Katie, deadline?

This has to be in tomorrow morning's paper.

It's important.

Hello, Slim.

Hiya, Katie.

Our class goes on the outing tomorrow, and this has to be printed before we go,

or it won't be new.

It's the names of all the pupils.

All these names? You must print every one.

It's important.

Is it? I promise... and their names would be in the hell than they've got to

I gave my word.

Why did you?

I collected ten cents for each name.

Katie.

I'm going to give it to the Red Cross.

All right. It'll be in the morning.

Thanks, Blake.

You're a nice brother.

I have to go now.

Bye, Slim.

Bye, Katie.

The town has a lot of confidence in you, but they'd like to see you take it a

little easy.

So would I.

Concentrate more on local news. Stop going off on all direct...

Here's some local news. Why don't you write that article?

Okay, boss.

Mr. Kenlock, 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? That'll be ready by now.

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

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 into voting you back into the senate. Trick them?

But I've been sincere about everything I've printed in the Herald. And because

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?

people are with me.

Don't you realize you were the victim of a mistake in the first 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 newspaper man 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, Janet.

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? There's nobody coming up here to Copper Hill.

Now go very quietly and go into the bath.

Good night.

Where are we going, Miss Hunt?

Up to Copper Hill.

Oh, boy!

Say hello to him.

Hello, Slim. Hi, Slim.

Good morning, Slim.

Morning. Good morning.

Good luck.

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

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.

Washington. I'll do it for you.

Some more letters from your constituents, Senator.

Look, Slim, lay off the cracks. You've got to get 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. Washburn.

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 up?

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

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

We have a draft from it at our shop. Talks a great deal about you.

Dickerman. Yeah, we were in the same CB outfit.

Uh -huh.

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.

Of course, companies like Metro, Tri -State, 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 mixture?

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 first 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

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.

And 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

it's bad.

It takes bigness to do big things.

Our industry's 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

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. McFarlane, 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

Now look around you. Everything you see is profits.

Our transportation, communication, household appliances, medical equipment.

Notice them sometime, Blake.

They're the real profits.

Okay, I'll bring them out to you.

Here.

What's this?

I'm quitting. That makes it official.

Oh, listen, Slim. Just because we took a couple of pokes at each other... 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?

Copper Hill, please. Please hurry.

All right, Janice. I'll be right there.

Slim, drive me out to Copper Hill. Something's happened to Katie. What? She

didn't say.

Katie, what do you want?

Who knows I can handle this?

The new highway through the pass. There's a bulldozer there.

I'll go after him.

This will do.

103M to Control One.

Request bulldozer come to Copper Hill. Code three.

Control One to 103M.

Roger.

Control One to 108M.

Contact bulldozer working in pass at south end of town.

Need a doctor right away.

Suggest nearest one is Dr. Johnson at McFarland Factory.

We'll contact Dr. Johnson immediately.

Blake's little sister is under the cave -in. Is there anything you want? Do you

need any men from the factory? Thanks very much, Mr. McFarlane. The police

already sent for some equipment.

Doctor, would you stand by, please? Yes, of course.

Doctor,

what are they doing? It's a matter of clearing away the front of the opening

we'll get to her.

Please stay here.

Doctor, do you think...

Better turn it around and back in.

Katie, my Katie. She's alive, Mrs. Washburn, but I must make a thorough

examination right away. Take her into the ambulance, please.

Careful.

Tell Dr. Lee the operation must be performed within two hours or it'll be

Ask him if he 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 catered to Capital 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.

This is Dr. Johnson.

Dr. Johnson, I need a resuscitator at the airport right away.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Beach 8 -0 -1, take straight and approach runway 7R, wind

9 -0 -15, out.

Beach 8 -0 -1, we'll go out.

Taxi to south end of field where ambulance is waiting.

Kitty'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 Dr. Lee, who performed the operation.

How did he 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, well, well.

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

Thanks again, Dr. Lee.

Yes, thank you, Doctor.

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 help 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.

No printing, Pax.

No, 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

Okay, boss.

Clem, 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

Herald? Oh, I'd like that. Hey, Rags, where'd you come from?

You've got to learn to keep out of private offices. You've caused enough

for one day.