
Favorite Story 46-11-05 Ep021 From The Earth To The Moon
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Carveth Wells
We called on Mr. Carveth Wells, World traveler extraordinary. We asked him to select his favorite story for dramatization on this program. Well, he told us that his favorite actually had nothing to do with earthly travels at all. Its title, from the Earth to the Moon by the dean of all science fiction writers, Jules Verne. So for those of you who would like to travel a half million miles in the next half hour, here's Carbeth Wells. Favorite story.
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Carveth Wells
This is the program which stars the story, and that means our star this week is Jules Vernes from the Earth to the Moon.
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The story you are about to hear was written more than a half century ago by a man whose mind belonged to the age of tomorrow. And so, while telling Jules Verne's tale basically as he wrote it, we're including a few modern phrases and present day devices which we're sure Verne himself would include if he were adapting his own story for radio today. So here is Carpethwell's favorite story. Act one.
Cerise Barbicane
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture room. How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick, till rising and gliding out, I wandered off by myself in the mystical moist night air and from time to time looked up in perfect silence at the stars.
E.J. Barbicane
Cerise.
Cerise Barbicane
Yes, Father?
E.J. Barbicane
What's that a poem? A poem that doesn't rhyme?
Cerise Barbicane
Mr. Walt Whitman's poems very often don't rhyme.
E.J. Barbicane
Mr. Walt Whitman. Cerise, how did you happen to pick that poem?
Cerise Barbicane
Oh, I don't know. When I brought coffee to you and Mr. Maston and Captain Nicholl, you. You were talking about the moon. That may be what brought the poem to mind.
E.J. Barbicane
Cerise, my child, how far away do you think it is? The moon?
Cerise Barbicane
Oh, a million miles.
E.J. Barbicane
Much nearer. Much, much nearer. So near that your old father can reach out and touch it. Do you think I'm crazy?
Cerise Barbicane
No, Father.
E.J. Barbicane
Well, Nicol does. He thinks the war was too much for me and that I've worked too hard, that I'm going out of my senses. Well, when they learn tomorrow of the release I'm giving the press concerning a plan I have, a lot of people are going to agree with him.
Narrator
Baltimore, Maryland A rather startling news announcement has come from the office of Mr. E.J. barbicane, President of Barbicane Industries, one of America's foremost producers of war material. The entire production capacity of Barbicane Industries, ladies and gentlemen, will be devoted to the manufacture of an apparatus for sending a rocket propelled projectile into outer space to try to establish direct contact with the moon.
E.J. Barbicane
But what's the use of it? Barbara Kane, pouring $5 million into a completely profitless enterprise. Nickel. You're profit mad. That's the trouble with this country. We've lost the frontier spirit. After all, why not explore this moon of ours? It may turn out to hold more profit than you think. Nickel. Mineral wealth, perhaps. And there may be inhabitants of some sort who will exchange ideas with us. Who knows?
Captain Nicholl
Are you really serious?
E.J. Barbicane
Maston Nichol, you are two of my oldest friends. We went through college together. For years we've worked together to make Barbicane Industries one of the world's leading producers of guns and planes. Now comes the big chance. A chance to build something instead of blowing up something. And I want you with me on this. I need your enthusiasm and your brains.
Captain Nicholl
It's cockeyed, E.J. but I'm with you.
E.J. Barbicane
I'm not. You can't pull me into line with sentiment, Barbicane. I think you're moonstruck. And what's more, I'll bet you $5,000 your crazy projectile never gets outside the Earth's atmosphere. And I'll bet you 10,000 more that it never comes within a thousand miles of the moon. Nickel. It's a bet. Well, I. I hope I lose. But I won't. I hope you lose. Too, Captain. And I think you will, Father. Oh, yes, there is.
Cerise Barbicane
There's a phone call for you from Europe.
E.J. Barbicane
From Europe? Oh, well, I'll take it on this extension. Hello?
Michel Ardan
Hello, Monsieur Barbicane?
E.J. Barbicane
Yes, this is Barbicane speaking.
Michel Ardan
I am Michel Ardan. I am calling from Paris. Monsieur, have you completed your plans for your rocket to the moon?
E.J. Barbicane
I. No, the plans are not completed.
Michel Ardan
Good, good. You will have to revise them. Change all your blueprints. Make your project large enough to carry a human being.
E.J. Barbicane
Good Lord. Why?
Michel Ardan
Because I, Michel Ardan, am going inside.
Narrator
All nations airlines, incoming flight 72, the Paris Express. Now deplaning passengers at gate nine.
Cerise Barbicane
Do you think he'll be on this plane, Father?
E.J. Barbicane
Well, the airline people have him on the passenger list. Now, how the devil am I going to handle this fellow?
Cerise Barbicane
How do you mean, handle him, Cerise.
E.J. Barbicane
I've got to talk him out of this insane idea of traveling to the moon inside my projectile.
Cerise Barbicane
But why?
E.J. Barbicane
Well, it would be like. Like hitching a ride to a comet.
Michel Ardan
Ah, Monsieur Barbicane. I recognize you from your pictures.
E.J. Barbicane
Oh, yes. You're Ardan.
Michel Ardan
I am. It is so kind of you to meet me.
E.J. Barbicane
My pleasure. This is my daughter, Cerise.
Michel Ardan
My pleasure, mademoiselle.
Cerise Barbicane
How do you do?
E.J. Barbicane
Well, let's get underway. Get your bags, Ardain. I have a cab waiting to take you to town.
Michel Ardan
Only a cab? What a pity. I thought you would have a rocket waiting to take me immediately to the moon.
Captain Nicholl
Here is the plan. I've checked all our data with the head of Cambridge Observatory. He assures us that an initial velocity of 1200 yards per second will be enough to drive the projectile out of the Earth's gravitational field.
E.J. Barbicane
1200 yards per second. That's how many miles an hour?
Captain Nicholl
A little less than 2,500 miles an hour.
Michel Ardan
Ah, A good first clip. And will I arrive at the moon by Christmas?
E.J. Barbicane
The projectile will arrive in about four days.
Captain Nicholl
Considering the retarding action of the atmosphere, the projectile should strike the moon's surface at midnight of the 4th of December, after traveling 97 hours, 13 minutes and 20 seconds.
Michel Ardan
I wonder if the Selenides will be glad to see me.
E.J. Barbicane
The who?
Michel Ardan
The Selenides. The inhabitants of the moon.
E.J. Barbicane
There are no inhabitants of the Moon.
Michel Ardan
I do not believe it. And I'm going to find out.
E.J. Barbicane
Ardan, you're a fool. Time is short and I refuse to change my plans to let you commit suicide.
Michel Ardan
This is madness, Monsieur Barbicane. In another age, I should have been an explorer on this planet. A Columbus A Marquette? A Balboa, perhaps. Now, if one should seek a new horizon, he must leave this earth. You see, monsieur, I am in my own way a seeker for immortality. I would be remembered as the Columbus of the interstellar space. The first man in history to bridge the vastness of the Sea of Sky.
E.J. Barbicane
I tell you, it's fantastic. Fantastic, impossible and absurd.
Cerise Barbicane
Father.
E.J. Barbicane
Huh? Oh, hello, Cerise. I didn't know you were here.
Cerise Barbicane
I've been listening. Do you realize, Father, you sound just like Captain Nicholl?
E.J. Barbicane
What?
Cerise Barbicane
Well, that's the way he talks to you about your ideas. And if Michel wants to explore a new frontier, as you call it, why should you stand in his way?
Michel Ardan
Your daughter at least seems to understand, monsieur.
E.J. Barbicane
But the shock. No human being can stand such an impact.
Michel Ardan
Then you will find a way to cushion that impact. I cannot believe that the Barbie Kane who marshaled the industrial forces of America to win a war can be defeated by such a mere technicality.
E.J. Barbicane
How can you argue with a man like that?
Cerise Barbicane
Then you will let him go on the projectile?
E.J. Barbicane
Well, yes. On one condition.
Michel Ardan
And what is that, Monsieur?
E.J. Barbicane
I will let you know when the time comes.
Narrator
I'm sure you of the radio audience can hear in the background that voice on the public address system here at the launching platform. Only 100 seconds to the zero hour. The hour at which the intrepid young Frenchman Michel Ardan will be hurled into interplanetary space by Barbican's jet propelled rocket. There's a large crowd gathered here near the mouth of the huge gun which will fire this man carrying projectile to the moon. At least that's the hope of Barbican and the scientists.
Cerise Barbicane
Michelle. Michel, do be careful.
Michel Ardan
I have my vitamin. Darling. Yes, absolutely nothing to worry about.
E.J. Barbicane
Oh, darling, is it?
Cerise Barbicane
Michel and I have been getting acquainted these past few weeks.
Captain Nicholl
Michel, at the instant of fire, simply relax against the bulkhead. The hydraulic mechanism will absorb most of the shock.
Michel Ardan
I'll relax all right, Monsieur Meston. That's one thing I'm an expert at doing.
E.J. Barbicane
And Ardan, be sure to radio us when you leave the Earth's atmosphere.
Michel Ardan
Right, Captain.
E.J. Barbicane
That will be my signal to pay Barbicane $5,000 of the lost bet. Well, you'll have to pay it to Cerise, Captain. I won't be here to collect it.
Cerise Barbicane
Where will you be, Father?
E.J. Barbicane
With Michelle in the projectile.
Cerise Barbicane
You're both going?
E.J. Barbicane
Remember, I told Michelle he could go on one condition. And this is the conditions that I.
Captain Nicholl
You'd better take your place, gentlemen. Only 40 seconds.
E.J. Barbicane
Well, goodbye, old friends. Master Nicole. Goodbye, Ceres.
Cerise Barbicane
Goodbye, father.
Michel Ardan
Don't worry, Series. I'll take care of seconds.
E.J. Barbicane
Come, Michelle. To new frontiers.
Michel Ardan
To new frontiers.
Narrator
20 seconds.
Carveth Wells
2, 0.
Narrator
Clear the launching platform. Stand by. Stand by. Prepare for 1 3. 121 seconds. The crowd falls back. The moon bound rocket is about to take off. Six seconds. Five, four, three, two seconds. One second.
Captain Nicholl
Well, they're on their way.
E.J. Barbicane
It looks as if I've lost a bedmaster.
Captain Nicholl
I think you're going to lose another one too. I think they'll reach the moon.
Cerise Barbicane
And can you imagine how the world will welcome them when they get home?
E.J. Barbicane
When they get home?
Cerise Barbicane
Yes. How long do you suppose it'll be before they come back to the Earth? A week? 10 days?
Captain Nicholl
Come back? Didn't you know, Cerise? They're on a one way ticket. They'll never come back.
Cerise Barbicane
Oh, you're wrong. I know you're wrong.
Captain Nicholl
There is no launching platform on the moon. The fuel will be gone. No, Cerise. Resign yourself. We'll never see your father or Michelle again.
Cerise Barbicane
But we will. If I hadn't been sure of that, I never would have encouraged them to go. I know very little of science, Mr. Marston. But in my woman's heart, I'm sure beyond all doubt my father and Michelle will return to Earth and to me alive.
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Act two of Carpet Wells favorite story from the Earth to the Moon with William Conrad as. Barbicane.
E.J. Barbicane
Calling the Earth. Calling the Earth. Calling any radio stations on Earth. This is Barbicane. This is Barbicane and rocket projectile calling observatories on the Earth. Do you read our signal? Over.
Michel Ardan
No answer. What's wrong?
E.J. Barbicane
I don't know, Michel. Our radio equipment must have been shaken up in the launching. They can't hear us. We can't hear them.
Michel Ardan
Do you feel all right?
E.J. Barbicane
I think so.
Michel Ardan
How long were we unconscious after the takeoff?
E.J. Barbicane
About two hours. Earth hours, that is.
Michel Ardan
What do you mean, monsieur? Earth hours?
E.J. Barbicane
Time gets twisted out here in space, Michel. And an hour is a much different length of time when we're traveling at this enormous rate of speed. Aren't you acquainted with Einstein?
Michel Ardan
Glad to say, monsieur, we have never been introduced. All I know is that my Earth appetite tells me I'd like something to eat.
E.J. Barbicane
Oh, well, there are some high nourishment food capsules here in the locker. I'll have them ready for us in a moment. You just relax and pretend you're at home in your own sitting room in Paris.
Michel Ardan
Whatever you say, Monsieur Barbicane. You know.
E.J. Barbicane
Good Lord, man, put out that cigarette. We've barely enough oxygen to Sustain life for a week without wasting it by burning tobacco.
Michel Ardan
You are right, of course.
E.J. Barbicane
Here's your dinner.
Michel Ardan
Is this all one little cup full of brown water?
E.J. Barbicane
That contains more nutrition than many a six course dinner, Monsieur. Enough energy to keep you going until daylight.
Michel Ardan
Monsieur Barbicane. It's daylight now. There's the sun.
E.J. Barbicane
Well, I didn't expect we'd be out of the Earth's shadow so soon.
Michel Ardan
Hmm, that's strange. The sun is up, but the sky is still black.
E.J. Barbicane
Out here in space, there is no atmosphere to scatter it in the blue.
Michel Ardan
It's odd seeing the sun and the stars at the same time. And the moon too. A full moon.
E.J. Barbicane
The moon may be full, but to us, my friend, the Earth is new.
Michel Ardan
What do you mean?
E.J. Barbicane
Look behind us. You see that long, thin crescent in the sky?
Michel Ardan
Sacre sieur. It fills up half the sky.
E.J. Barbicane
That's sunrise on our Earth. From where we're watching, the world is in its first quarter.
Michel Ardan
How far away is it now at the Earth?
E.J. Barbicane
A radius perhaps 4,000 miles. Farther away than man has ever traveled from the sordid soil of our planet.
Michel Ardan
Yes, and growing farther away every instant. Farther away from her.
Cerise Barbicane
Captain Nicholl. Mr. Marston. Is there no word at all?
Captain Nicholl
None, Cerise. None of the reports at this observatory or any of the others have revealed the least sign of the rocket.
E.J. Barbicane
And all efforts at radio contact have failed.
Captain Nicholl
I'm afraid, Cerise, that we must face the facts.
Cerise Barbicane
No. They're alive. I. I'm absolutely certain. Others?
E.J. Barbicane
How do you know, Ceres?
Cerise Barbicane
I told you before, a woman knows things. And I tell you my father and Michel are both alive.
Michel Ardan
Ah, the heat, Monsieur Barbicane. The heat. The heat in this rocket is almost unbearable.
E.J. Barbicane
I must make a note of that. Next projectile should be painted lighter color to reflect more of solar rays.
Michel Ardan
What good is it, Monsieur, to keep making notes? Who will ever read them?
E.J. Barbicane
On his way back from the South Pole, Scott kept writing until the hour of his death. And others found his words and profited by them. Others will come. This again.
Michel Ardan
Michelle, Are we halfway there by now?
E.J. Barbicane
We're more than halfway. According to my calculations, within a few moments we will be at the midpoint between the gravitational fields of the Earth and the Moon. In other words, we'll soon cease flying away from the Earth and start falling toward the Moon.
Michel Ardan
Then it calls for a celebration, doesn't it? We have a bottle of wine here. Let's open it and celebrate our arrival in the lunar sphere of influence.
E.J. Barbicane
Very well. Here are the wine glasses.
Michel Ardan
Possible the Glass just hangs in the air. How do you do that?
E.J. Barbicane
Quite a trick, isn't it?
Michel Ardan
Is it magic?
E.J. Barbicane
You can do the same thing, Michel. There's no gravity. We're passing the point where the Earth's attraction cancels out that of the moon and vice versa. In other words, nothing weighs anything and everything weighs nothing.
Michel Ardan
I need a drink.
E.J. Barbicane
Now.
Michel Ardan
What's wrong? Your wine won't pour.
E.J. Barbicane
Why should it? Shake it, Michel. That will force the liquid out.
Michel Ardan
The wine just hanging in the air like a. Like a blob of jelly.
E.J. Barbicane
Oh, this is sloppy, Michel. We'll have to push the wine into the glasses with our fingers, I guess.
Michel Ardan
Like this, Monsieur Barbicane. I never realized that. What a convenience. Gravitation is.
E.J. Barbicane
A toast then. To gravitation.
Michel Ardan
To gravitation. Listen. What's that?
E.J. Barbicane
Sounds like air escaping. Now. Our pressure's still normal.
Michel Ardan
Bobby, came on. You look out of this window.
E.J. Barbicane
A mountain of rock.
Michel Ardan
It's coming straight toward us. Can we steer out of the way?
E.J. Barbicane
With what, my boy? There's nothing to steer with. We can't push against ether. No, Michel, all we can do is push. It misses us.
Michel Ardan
It's practically on top of us. We'll be crushed. No.
E.J. Barbicane
It may go by. We may be safe.
Michel Ardan
It's past.
E.J. Barbicane
Yes, thank the Lord.
Michel Ardan
What was it, Monsieur?
E.J. Barbicane
A meteor? Piece of a worn out comet perhaps? Or a chunk of rock on its way to becoming a shooting star.
Michel Ardan
Ah, some fate has been kind to us, Barbicane. We can still reach the surface of the moon.
E.J. Barbicane
I'm not so sure, Michel.
Michel Ardan
Why not?
E.J. Barbicane
The gravitational pull of that meteor is something we didn't plan on. It seems that swerved us off of our course. Look at the nose of our rocket, Michel. It is no longer pointed toward the moon.
Captain Nicholl
Cerise. Captain Nicholl, I found the projectile. I can see it here in the telescope field.
Cerise Barbicane
Let me look.
E.J. Barbicane
Can you see any sign of life?
Captain Nicholl
There's nothing but a point of light, like a star. But it seems to move slowly toward the northern limb of the moon.
E.J. Barbicane
The northern limb? That isn't right. No.
Captain Nicholl
Something went wrong with our calculations. The rocket is thousands of miles off its course.
Cerise Barbicane
That little star, that little fleck of light at the moon's edge. Is that you, Father? Is that you, Michel? Do you know I'm watching you, Father? Do you know my heart is out there in space with you? A quarter of a million miles away? Michel, do you know I love you?
E.J. Barbicane
We can't be more than 50 miles above it now. The moon, the deserts of the moon.
Michel Ardan
There's something I want to ask you, Monsieur.
E.J. Barbicane
Yes. Well, Michel, what is it?
Michel Ardan
Your daughter, Cerise. Would you look with favor upon her.
E.J. Barbicane
Marriage to the right man?
Michel Ardan
To me?
E.J. Barbicane
Of course, Michel. But I'm afraid our paths will never lead back to the Earth again. Don't think about such things. Don't think backward toward the Earth. Think forward toward that burning globe underneath us. No one has seen it as we do now. That circular mountain over there, that's the crater of Tycho Brahe. In the vast stretch of the plateau right beneath us is the Mare Imbrium. Sea of Showers.
Michel Ardan
Monsieur Abercaim, we don't seem to be falling closer to the moon. We seem to be traveling parallel to the surface.
E.J. Barbicane
Yes, I've noticed that. Michelle, you and I in this rocket may become a moon.
Michel Ardan
What?
E.J. Barbicane
A moon of the moon. We may be bound by Newton's law of gravity to revolve forever about the Moon, just as that moon revolves forever about the Earth. They've disappeared. I can't see them in a telescope.
Cerise Barbicane
How can they just disappear behind the Moon?
E.J. Barbicane
The projectile has overshot its mark. I believe it's going to revolve around the other side of the satellite.
Captain Nicholl
Nicola, I have news. It may be wonderful news.
Cerise Barbicane
What is it?
E.J. Barbicane
What kind of news, Marston?
Captain Nicholl
We have enough observations of the rocket to plot its course. And knowing the mass of the projectile and the distances involved, I have computed something Barbicane and Michel could never calculate for themselves. I believe I know where they are going.
Cerise Barbicane
And we will see them again.
Captain Nicholl
Cerise. The projectile is moving in an open curve, what mathematicians call an hyperbola. Its path will cross the Earth's orbit. Orbit again. And my friends, if my figures are correct, our brave travelers through space will fall back into the Earth's atmosphere before the end of the week.
Narrator
Ladies and gentlemen, here is the latest news we have on the space projectile carrying Ardan and Barbicane. It has circled the moon and is now plunging back toward the Earth. Sometime tonight, sometime in the next few hours, the rocket propelled ship will arrive on the Earth's surface. Just a moment, ladies and gentlemen. There's a bulletin coming in. The corvette Susquehanna off the California coast has reported that the Moon bound spaceship crashed into the Pacific Ocean. The Susquehanna steamed to its rescue and picked up both the survivors alive and in good health.
Michel Ardan
And so, ladies and gentlemen, Monsieur Barbican and I are qualified to speak of the moon's other face because we have seen it. We have photographed it and mapped it. We have brought this hidden world into a scorpion scope of men's. Knowledge.
Cerise Barbicane
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture room. How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick till rising and gliding out, I wandered off by myself.
Michel Ardan
Cerise.
Cerise Barbicane
Yes, Michel?
Michel Ardan
I saw you leave. Darling, are you all right?
Cerise Barbicane
Of course I'm all right. I just wandered off in the mystical moist night air. And from time to time. Yes, darling Looked up in perfect silence at the stars.
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Episode: Favorite Story 46-11-05 Ep021 From The Earth To The Moon
Host/Presenter: Carveth Wells (Guest), Bullocks Store Announcer
Original Radio Air Date: November 5, 1946 (Rebroadcast date: September 26, 2025)
Story by: Jules Verne, adapted for radio
Featured Cast: William Conrad as E.J. Barbicane, George Sorrell, Jeff Corey, Byron Cain, Thelma Hubbard, Don Diamond, Bill Pannell, George Barkley (announcer), True Boardman (director)
This episode features a radio adaptation of Jules Verne’s classic science fiction tale From the Earth to the Moon as Carveth Wells' selected "favorite story." The story is dramatized with a mixture of the original 19th-century vision and updates reflecting mid-20th-century language and science. The narrative follows E.J. Barbicane and his companions as they embark on an ambitious project to launch a projectile to the moon, spurred on by human curiosity, scientific drive, and the spirit of exploration.
The adaptation maintains Jules Verne’s sense of wonder and speculative optimism, blending early science fiction adventure with 1940s radio drama warmth and moral clarity. Light humor, scientific curiosity, and strong sentiment infuse the dialogue, especially between Barbicane, Cerise, and Michel. Poetic flourishes bookend the episode, underscoring the era's blend of scientific ambition and dreamy idealism.
This episode delivers a brisk, warmly dramatized retelling of Verne’s From the Earth to the Moon—complete with technical marvel, human adventure, brushes with peril, and an optimistic ending. Through the voices of Barbicane, Michel, and Cerise, the show celebrates the enduring spirit of exploration and the belief that, with imagination and courage, humanity might one day touch the stars.