Suspense! And the producer of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, the master of mystery
and adventure, William N. Rogson.
There's no business like show business. So it's no wonder show business is full of superstitions.
Never whistle in the dressing room. Never give the curtain line of a play until dress
rehearsal. Don't send your laundry out if Monday night business is bad. And of course
the sentimental daddy of them all, the show must go on. History has yet to record a trooper
trepidatious enough to ask why. But our story concerns itself with a show that did not go
on and the theatrical superstition which states never follow a banjo act with a banjo act.
Listen then as one of the greatest show people of them all, Miss Margaret Whiting stars in
Never Follow a Banjo Act which begins in exactly one minute.
Memo on medals. Interesting information about our military awards and decorations. In the
past a person receiving a medal for valor was also awarded additional pay. Not so today.
Winners of the Medal of Honor however are entitled to receive a special pension of $100
a month when they reach the age of 50. And all enlisted personnel who have won the Medal
of Honor, the Distinguished Service Cross, or the Navy Cross are authorized by law to
have their retirement pay increase 10 percent. Although the custom of awarding medals is
as old as recorded time, the United States has issued comparatively few and these rather
late in our history. Our present system dates back to the Civil War, almost 100 years after
we had emerged as a nation. The Bronze Star, one of our newest medals, was authorized in
1944 for anyone in the United States Armed Services who distinguishes himself by heroic
or meritorious achievement not involving an aerial flight in military operations against
an armed enemy. America's citizen soldiers have brought glory to themselves and their
country down through the years defending our free way of life.
Now. Never follow a banjo act. Starring Miss Margaret Whiting, a tale well calculated to
keep you in suspense.
No, if I am fancy, free, and love to wander, it's just a gypsy in my soul. It's just that
little gypsy in my soul.
Hey, how's about that? Great, huh? How's about that, ladies and gentlemen? Rosie Jones.
Take another bow, Rosie. Yes, sir. There you are, ladies and gentlemen, the one and only
the immortal Rosie Jones prior to 52nd Street out in the club nightshade.
Sing, Marlon Collie, baby.
And folks, now club nightshade invites you to dance to the rhythm of Chico and his bamboo
rattle.
Sing, Mel and Collie, baby, the jerk. Yeah, who is it?
Rosie you're decent.
Enough.
Rosie, this here is Mr. Cramp.
Hello, Rosie.
Yeah? And I'm Patrice Monselle.
Oh, no kidding, Rosie. This is Mr. Cramp. The Mr. Cramp.
Sorry, Mr. Cram, but every crumb that comes back here hoping to score claims that he's a big agent like you.
Yeah, I understand, Rosie.
Have a chair. Fill that junk on the floor. It's only last year's mink.
Yeah, thank you.
You know, I've been an admirer of yours for many years, Rosie. Many, many years.
Benny, if this is a rib, so help me, I'll kill you.
Listen to Mr. Cram, doll.
Now, as you know, I'm representing Terry Dane.
You know who he is. You know what I got, right? Right?
Right, right, right. The hottest thing since Frankie tied his first bow tie.
That's it. We had new ones and new ones. They come, they go.
But this Terry Dane is a million dollar a year gross with tousled hair.
He's a face you like to put in your lap and hug and kiss and a voice.
The answer to a maiden's prayer, huh?
Personally, I go for men.
Yeah, she goes for men. He's a great little kidder, I bet he.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, what's the pitch?
All right, you ask what's the pitch, Rosie, I'm gonna tell you.
We're opening Terry at the new Casa Cactus in Vegas, two weeks from Saturday.
He's getting 25 G's a week.
I read it in variety. Big deal.
Now, we need somebody to work with him, Rosie.
Somebody who's got the experience, the talent, and a voice you could lay bricks on.
Somebody who can really go along with him.
It is a rib.
May my mother be struck dead. I should say one word that isn't the truth, sincere, and from the heart.
Go on.
All right.
Benny is paying you 275, Rosie, right?
I want to buy your contract from him. I'll give you an even grand expenses plus transportation. You like?
To work with Terry Dane.
Four weeks, guaranteed.
Maybe even a bonus, who knows?
Benny.
I seen the contract, Rosie.
And, uh...
I give you ten seconds. Give me a firm answer. Say yes, we'll finalize it here and now.
You don't mind if I seem a bit in the dark?
Nine seconds, Rosie.
What happened to that big My Darling Died campaign your office was spreading when
you had your boy singing I'll Ever Smile Again over the cute little girl singer who was killed in that accident?
What, Constance Green? The boy got over it.
So why don't you get him another young thing like she was?
Ah, never follow a banjo act with a banjo act, Rosie. You know,
old show business model.
Gee, she was cute.
An accident.
What was it? He fell through a shower door or something, bled to death?
You got five seconds.
Four, three, two, and I'll take it.
Ah, that's my girl, Rosie.
All right, now while you're signing these, uh, you want to leave us alone for a minute, Benny?
Yes, sure thing, Mr. Clamp.
Here's the pen.
Adjust the... Yeah, that's it.
Standard form. No writers?
No, no writers, Rosie.
Just one thing I would like to make clear right from the outset so there's no misunderstandings later.
Why, Mr. Clamp?
No, no, no, no, I'm serious, dear.
About Terrick.
Keep away from him.
Okay.
I mean away, dear.
He's, uh, he's a moody kid. He's terribly shy.
Remember what I said before about liking men?
Yeah, yeah. That's what I call being mature.
And he's just a boy.
You got no interest, you'll develop none, right?
You'll keep clear, clean, and away, right?
Right.
Oh, I'll, uh, make it look good on stage, Ray, but after hours...
After hours, I'm going hunting...
for a man.
Hmm-hmm-hmm.
Terry Dane.
Me and Terry Dane.
They liked us, Rosie.
It was a good arrangement, Terry.
Go on. There's the intro for your solo.
Ah, who cares about solos?
I like duets.
I like doing it with you, honey.
They like you. They love you.
Every last dame in the place. So come on, get out there.
Yeah, yeah, they love me. It's true.
Every last one of them out there.
It's just a thing that happens to women when I sing.
Only, somehow, it just doesn't seem to happen to you, Rosie.
Now, why is that, I wonder?
In a moment, we continue with the second act of...
Suspense.
Another visit with Joe and Daphne Forsyth.
Oh, I'm going to sleep.
Your mother's going to sleep, too.
Joe?
Oh, I'm going to sleep.
Joseph?
What, what, what?
Who is she?
Who's who?
Who were you dreaming about?
Was I dreaming?
You were talking in your sleep and giggling.
How about that?
What were you giggling about?
I can't remember.
Joseph, you mentioned a girl's name.
Oh, what name?
Spass.
Spass?
Yes, Spass. Candy Spass.
It sounded like a dancer or a striptease or something.
Oh.
Oh, what?
Well, I must have said candy spots.
Candy spots is a horse. I bet on them once.
You bet on a horse?
Yeah, we had a pool. I could have won three dollars.
Well, you should have put the money into savings bonds.
They're a much better investment.
It was only 50 cents.
For 63 cents a day, you can buy a 25 dollar bond a month.
And one year's worth of bonds will bring 300 dollars when they mature.
What's more, they're guaranteed to be winners.
The whole United States stands behind them.
Uh-huh.
So don't waste money betting on horses.
Put it in savings bonds.
Okay. Can I still dream about horses, though?
If you do it quietly.
Say, why were you giggling about a horse?
And now...
Starring Miss Margaret Whiting,
act two of Never Follow a Banjo Act.
All right, folks, place your bets.
Get your bets down.
Here you are. Two bucks on number 23.
Miss Jones, ma'am?
Why, hello, Texas.
Oh, my name ain't Texas, ma'am. It's Earl.
Earl Whiting.
Earl?
That's such a short name for such a long man.
Well, I just wanted to tell you how much I like you singing, Miss Jones.
Really? You're not just saying that.
Oh, no, ma'am.
Well, Earl, you're one in a million.
Yes, and...
Speak your piece, Earl.
Well, I'd sincerely like to buy you a drink, Miss Jones.
Well, let's saddle up hard and get with it.
Oh, what a beautiful morning.
Yes, sir. Sunrise.
Best time of the day, Rosie.
Look at all those mountains. All purpley and gold.
A man could look at their mountains for quite a spell without getting to lease my tire.
Well, Earl, here's my bungalow, so I guess I'll be saying good night.
Or is it good morning?
Don't rightly know which you'd say, ma'am.
Let's just make it so long till later.
You still want to go riding this afternoon?
Yes, ma'am.
So long, partner.
So long, Rosie.
Who's there?
Who's that in the bedroom?
Hey, dream boy.
What are you doing here?
Terry.
Oh, come on now, Terry. It's time to go home to your Betty-bye.
Gotta look good tonight, Pally.
Yes, indeedy. So come on.
Hey, you're gonna cut yourself playing with that knife. Now put it away.
Terry.
You're like Connie.
Connie?
You're like Connie in that other one.
When I was little.
Connie? Oh, you mean Constance Green, the girl that used to sing with you? The one who died?
Connie was like you.
Now, we're not in the least alike.
Connie didn't like me.
Don't snap that so close to me. Now, don't.
Connie didn't like me and you don't like me.
Everybody likes you, Terry.
You don't?
Yes, I do. I do.
Why?
Because when you sing, well, when you sing it, it does something to me. Way inside.
Does it?
Yes, and it makes a lump in my throat and, well, I just want to swoon.
You don't mean it?
Yes, I do. I do. I've never heard anything like you, Terry, and your hair. I love your hair. I just want to tousle it.
Do that.
Do what?
What you said.
Huh?
What you remember?
That knife. It's making me nervous.
You don't like me or you do what you said.
Well, put the knife away and I will.
All right.
Like this?
Yes.
Do you like to do that?
Yes, I love to tousle your hair, Terry.
You do. Yes, you do. You do, don't you? I can tell you do.
Yes, Terry.
I'll bet you'd like to kiss my eyelids now, huh, Connie?
Yes. Yes, tousle your hair and kiss your eyelids. Yes.
But I won't let you.
I gotta get back to my bungalow now.
All right, honey, if you insist.
When I saw you lying there and all that blood, I knew you finally loved me and it was right. It was right.
Yes, Terry. Yes.
Well, I'll see you tonight, darling. I know it's mean making you wait.
That's all right, Terry. I'll wait.
In just a moment, we continue with the third act of...
Suspense.
We have together ample capacity in freedom to defend freedom.
This is NATO, the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.
Ever heard of the Central Europe Operating Agency? It's an important part of NATO, headquartered near Versailles, France.
The Central Europe Operating Agency is responsible for the operation of pipelines to ensure a supply of fuel for NATO's land and air forces in that area.
The United States of America is a part of NATO.
You should be aware of and alert to the programs and objectives of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.
And now...
Starring Miss Margaret Whiting, Act 3 of Never Follow a Banjo Act.
Who's there?
Nerey, let me in. I've got to see you.
What's the problem, Rosie?
It's your boy, your Towsall-headed million-dollar client.
What, Terry?
Yeah.
All right, what is the rascal up to this morning?
Murder.
That's very funny. Come on, honey, I'll order up some coffee and we'll sit down.
Ray, that boy's a nut. He was in my bungalow just now with a knife this long, suggesting that I should maybe flip every time he opens his mouth.
You've got to be kidding.
Kidding? He darn near cut my throat. All because he thinks I don't like him enough.
You don't like him?
Yeah, and you know what you said about the old show business motto, never follow a banjo act with a banjo act?
Yeah, yeah.
Well, listen, Ray Cram, you've done it. He's got me all mixed up in his mixed-up mind with that kid singer and something about lying in a pool of blood and...
Well, to that boy, I'm another banjo act.
All right, all right, all right. Rosie, what do you think we should do?
Call the police.
We can't very well do that, though, can we?
Well, why not? The kid's sick. He's insane. He could do anything.
Aren't you exaggerating just a little?
No.
Now, think, dear, don't you think it might have been just a little joke, huh?
Ray, nobody makes jokes like that.
Sure they do. Now, why don't we just forget about this, huh, Rosie?
Forget about it?
Yeah, forget about it.
You know.
I know what? That the kid is maybe a little bit loopy?
You know. You know about him and that little knife of his.
All right, now, don't raise your voice.
And maybe you know how that other girl singer died.
She fell through a shower door.
I read about it. She was cut up pretty bad, wasn't she?
All right, now, listen, Rosie, and listen to me good.
You've been around a long time, dear.
You know what can happen sometimes to a Weisenheimer goes popping off when it's not called for.
But this is called for. That kid belongs in an asylum or someplace.
That kid represents a million dollar gross.
Of which you get 10 percent.
Of which I get a whole lot less than that. He's divided up half a dozen ways, Rosie.
Some of the holders are very influential parties.
One of the parties in particular wouldn't like it if anything happened to make the money stop coming in.
Now, this party's name is a secret, but you I'm going to tell it to.
Because you've been around, Rosie.
You can appreciate this.
Who's the party?
The Syndicate.
So explain. They're human beings. Sort of.
Tell them the truth. Tell them they bought in on something bad just like you.
No, no, no, no. You don't understand.
I sold them, Terry. They ain't me, Ray Cram.
You're in trouble.
Not unless you talk. If you do, you're in trouble, too.
How do you mean I'm in trouble, too?
The Syndicate. I'd be forced to tell them who blew the whistle on their golden goose.
And then, you know.
Oh.
So take the realistic view, huh, baby?
We'll protect you. We'll keep Terry away from you.
You got nothing to worry about.
Nothing to worry about.
That's nice to know.
Now, look, Ray, couldn't I just slip out of town?
No. I saw the boys after the show. They liked you.
You stay. That's the word from the boys.
I wish I were dead.
You do like I say you won't be.
And there's one more thing, dear.
Yes, dear.
Now, you're singing good on your solo.
Don't sing too good on your duet, huh?
Don't take it away from the boy.
I won't, Ray. I'll make him look good.
Now you're talking like I like to hear you. That's my girl.
Where shall I go? Where I go? Where I go?
Since you have sent me away
Where shall I go since you have sent me away
Thank you. Thank you.
And now the moment you've all been waiting for.
Ladies and gentlemen, Terry Day.
Thank you.
Hello, folks. Hi, baby.
Folks, isn't she great?
Isn't he great?
Terry.
Yeah, doll?
What are you thinking about, Terry?
Oh, things.
What kind of things, Terry?
Moon, June, spoon, tune.
You got a tune?
Oh, I got a tune.
Good little tune?
Happy little tune.
I like a happy little tune.
Is there a boy in it?
No, just a girl.
What kind of a girl?
A very quiet girl.
And she was right. Right and dead and red as red can be.
What are you going to sing, Terry?
She was red. It was all red.
Get a hold of yourself.
Why are they whispering?
Sing.
Don't they like me?
Sing, Terry.
I'll make them like me.
Make you like me, Connie.
And now that we've done our little crazy bit, folks, we're...
Terry.
I'll never smile again.
Terry, don't.
Oh, Charlie's got a knife!
You can't cross me out!
I don't know if it works.
All right, folks, waste your bets.
Get them down.
Concerned if I can figure what makes a feller like that tick, Rosie.
I think I'll play the black tonight, Fardner.
He went just plum loco.
Took six men to get him into that there special airplane.
I swan flying a man to the bug house.
Too many banjo acts? That's all, Fardner.
Too many banjos.
Suspense.
In which Miss Margaret Whiting starred in William and Robeson's production of
Never Follow a Banjo Act by James Poe.
Supporting Miss Whiting in Never Follow a Banjo Act
were Eddie Marr, Lawrence Dobkin, Shep Menken, and Jack Moyles.
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