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Welcome to the Old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host Andrew Rines and I'm excited to bring you another episode absolutely free. This is one of over 80 episodes released monthly for your enjoyment. Now let's get into this episode.
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Across the rugged Indian territory rides a tall young man on a mission of mercy. His medical bag strapped on one hip, his six shooter on the other. This is Dr. Six Guns. The National Broadcasting Company brings you another transcribed episode in the exciting adventure series Dr. Six Gun. Gray Matson, Maryland was the gun coating frontier doctor who roamed the length and breadth of the old Indian territory. Friend and physician to white and Indian alike, the symbol of justice and mercy in the lawless west in the 1870s this legendary figure was known to all as Dr. Six Gun.
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The Territory is not a particularly light hearted place. It is a land of blood and dead and most misfortune. But it has its moments of gaiety and most of them bottled and served over the bar at the nearest saloon. Of course I am invariably lighthouse, but then I Am an exception, for I am Pablo, the gypsy peddler. And this is my friend, Midnight. Midnight? He is a raven, but he is no ill omen house. Also, he is an optimist. In the Territory there is laughter and gay, but sport in the sense of the east is notoriously absent. For example, if you ask the average citizen of the town of Frenchman's Ford what was the great American game, he would answer bubble and complain that the shooting was bad disease. But there was a time when sport reared its ugly head in the Territory. And I was there when he started sitting with my 10 back six guns at his table at the Bull Run Saloon. What's the celebration all about, Pablo? You look happy. I am, I am. I have just unloaded a pack full of needles and pins and bowie knives on the unsuspecting populace, and I am rapidly transferring the profits to o' Shea behind the. Will you join me? I'll let you buy my coffee. A pleasure. I. I would order drinks for the entire house, except I am not drunk enough and when I reach that state, I will not have money enough. Why don't you compromise by buying a drink for that stranger at the bar? He looks lonesome. Well, he's not lonesome. He's from Princeton. It appears the same on the surface. You mean Princeton, Missouri? No, Princeton, New Jersey. New Jersey? How do you know he's from way back there? Well, I. I rode into town with him on the stage. Doc, you would be amazed at the number of times in the conversation that he managed to bring this fact in.
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What's so special about Princeton, New Jersey? Doc McCully. Oh. Oh, yes. I remember something about Cowls down there. I remember him talking about it when I was up in Boston in medical school. They didn't think much of it. Please do not mention that in the company of Mr. Braithwaite. Is that his name? Harvey T. Braithwaite. 71. No, I don't believe it. He can't be more than 30. No, no, the class of 1871. Oh. You know, he's a very interesting man. He's the only fellow I ever heard of who carried his college diploma around like the tail of a kite. I'd like to meet him. Well, all right, I'll bring him over. Oh, Mr. Bradley? Yes. Oh. Oh, yes. We've met, haven't we? We were companions in misfortune on the stage. I wonder, sir, if you would join me and my friend Doc for a drink. Doc? You mean a doctor? Yes, that's right. I suppose it's a Courtesy title. And he's a veterinarian. Or perhaps the undertaker. No, no, he's a real doctor. He has a diploma. You mean a university man here. He went to medical school in Boston. I know that. Boston? Well, I didn't expect it. Well, I'll be glad to join you. I got him, doc. Mr. Braithway, this is Dr. Mat. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Dr. Matson. Nice to meet you, Mr. Braid. Won't you sit down? I'm really surprised to find a university man in a place like this. Oh, well, I've been going downhill for years. I didn't mean. I didn't. Me. I understand. Matter of fact, I'm not really a university man. I just went through the medical school. Well, that's something. I don't suppose you'll believe me when I tell you that I haven't run across a fellow alumnus since passing through Nashville, Tennessee. Well, black and Princeton men are a bit scarce in this part of the country. Yes, Yes, I found that out. Can I pour you a drink, Mr. Bracelet? Yes, thank you. Well, gentlemen, to the Tiger. The Tiger? What tiger? Well, there's only one, you know, the Princeton Tiger. Oh. Oh, that tiger. Long may he roar. Well, I'll drink to that on the whiskey. I. I could roar myself. I hope you. You don't think I'm being curious, Mr. Braithwaite but I wonder what a man of your background is doing in the territory. Well, doctor, actually. Doctors. Oh. Well, it's. It's supposed to be something of a secret. Oh, well, never mind. Oh, I don't mind telling you. A fellow collegian, as it were. You'll understand when I tell you my father is Alfred A. Braithwaite. He is? Of course. That makes everything clear. Well, I suppose it does. Transparent, doesn't it? You see, Father has been looking for outlets. They're hard to find. Oh, yes, very. You see, Ashton's done so well with real estate. And of course, there's a. This Vanderbilt crowd. So Father considered taking up with cattle. You mean your father's a rancher? Oh, well, not that directly, no. It's a question of whether he'll take it over. You mean the entire cattle market? If it's big enough. You see, there's some Chicago interests involved. And, of course, Father would merely buy them out. Let me understand this, Mr. Braithway. Your father is in a position to buy out all the Chicago stockman not to mention the ranchers in his territory. Oh, no. Well, I didn't think so. He wouldn't limit Himself to this territory. He could hardly ignore Texas. Oh, good. He nobody ever has. And you see, before Father swings into operation, he wants a report. And you're acquainted with the cattle business? Well, not per se. We've had all the reports from the experts, you know. But Father wants the opinion of someone who. Well, you'll understand what I mean when I say noblesse oblige. No? Yes. Yes, I suppose. You see, all the experts are. Well, let's face it. They're rather self made men, you know, Father said to me, Mr. Braithwaite, in moments of great importance, he addresses me formally. Mr. Braithwaite, I want to report on the character of this business. I want to know what it looks like to an eye that's cut itself and speaks with the tongue of old Nassau. Father's a very forceful speaker. I'm overwhelmed. So I'm here to look about. Report back to New York within three months. You will keep this confidential, won't you, doctor? Believe me, Mr. Braithwaite, I wouldn't dare to breathe a word of it. Excellent. Oh, and now I must leave you gentlemen to settle into my digs at the hotel. We must all three get together and exchange pleasant memories of our days on the campus. I am anxious to hear your tales of Cambridge, Doctor. And yours, sir, of the University of Heidelberg. Goodbye. Goodbye, Mr. Br. He did not finish his drink. Pablo, did you tell him that you went to the University of Heidelberg? Oh, well, not exactly, Doc. No, no, I said I stayed a term at Heidelberg. I did. It was 30 days for vacancy. They have a charming 14th century jail. Do you believe him? Well, I would not believe him, Doc, but when I was in St. Louis, last I heard of Albert A. Braithwaite. He buys railroads like you and I buy eggs for breakfast. But it isn't reasonable. Good old man Braithwaite honestly based a decision like this on that. Would you doubt the words of a man who's on speaking terms with the tiger? Mr. Braithwaite wandered around the town of Frenchman's Ford for a few days and then hired a rig and drove out into the range with old shovel gear pieces for the guy. It was on his return that the great argument started at the Bull Run. Randy Stewart from the Barrel A was spending four months wages at the Bull Run. He had worked his way three weeks in when Harvey Braithwaite stepped up to the bar. I beg your pardon, Potman? You speaking to me, mister? Well, you are the Potman, aren't you? The lame is o'. Say. And just because I don't get to do as much riding as I used to. Ain't no cost to call me no name. But you are the publican. This is my place. Well, then I could do with a bit of brandy and a slash of soda. What do you want to go and put soda in good liquor first. Want it to rise like a loaf of bread. He don't mean bacon. Sodo shave, huh? He means that bottled mineral water you take when you're sick to your stomach. Well, why don't he say so? I ain't got none. H. Brandy and water then. As a matter of fact, I ain't got no brandy neither. Mister, you want your whiskey from the barrel or from the bottle? The bottle. I imagine you take my advice, stranger, and buy from the barrel. It's a nickel cheaper, a shot and a layout just as quick. Why, thank you. You're very kind. Shot nothing. Suppose we swap handles, stranger? I'm Randy Stewart from the barrel edge. Oh, Harvey Braithwaite. Princeton 71. Ain't never heard of that. Fred down in Texas somewhere. By the second month of Randy's pay and the third bottle of O' Shea's whiskey and Mr. Stewart and Braithwaite were all friends. Are you sure you don't know Skeet Stewart? I'll never forget the time he climbed the flag bowl in front of the proctor's house and nailed a corset cover to the brass ball. Hey, you know, Harvey, you're the kind of a buddy a fellow wants to ride night herd with. That's what you are. Uncanny resemblance to old skates. Are you sure you never went to Princeton? The argument started when the two reigns companions or college chums, depending on which side of the conversation you were listening to. To got to the point where they were telling each other things that only the best of friends should share. Well, I'll tell you the trouble with Frenchman Ford. Since you asked, I don't remember asking nothing. O I'll leave it to you. Did I ask anything? Sure you did. Yes, for another bottle. And I told you you had enough. You see, now the trouble is no sport. You can't have gentlemen without sports. What do you mean, no sports? Hey, you ain't never been to Silver Lining in Chisholm City or you wouldn't say that. Now, that's the sporty a place as you're likely to find. I mean teams, no sportsman. You take for instance, the game of baseball. Of what? Baseball. You know, with a bat and base. Runners. What's the idea of the game? Back the runners. You see, that's what I mean, you show me a place I can't provide. Gentlemen, a game of baseball and I'll show you a place that. Where was I? I'll show you a game of baseball. Couldn't. The room's much too small and there are too many tables in the way. I mean, this here town can get up a game just as good as any other place. Doubt it. You calling me a liar? No, just a prevaricated. That's better. I ain't met nobody call me no liar. All right, I'll bet you, Randy. Hey, you stay out of this. Oh, listen, Randy, don't bet him. I seen his role. He's got enough to choke him. You stay out of this, o'. Shea. When I part your head the way you part your hair. Right down the middle. Harvey, I'll bet you this here town can get up a game of. 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Whatever it is. My Saturday. How much? Name your figure, Randy. I warned you. We'll make it a very small bet. A thousand dollars? Yeah, thousands. Too small. Well, I just backing out. You call me a welsher, hot man. I told you my. You may hold the stakes. Here's my thousand. I ain't got it in cash. You'll have to take my note, Bitch. We ain't old university men. A hand clasp is enough. The wager is on. You bet your bottom dollar. Oh, no. It was only. At dawn sobriety came too late. Half the town of Frenchman Ford had heard the bet and Randy came to see Doc at noon. Oh, you sure you've got nothing for this here disease? I have in my head, Doc. You've got quite a hangover, Randy. I think it was at least one of them brain diseases. Well, it is in a way. If you had more brains, you'd drink less of o' Shea's with whiskey. What? Since I heard about a crazy bet. Oh, yeah? Yeah. Gave my note for a thousand dollars. You know, I can't even believe it myself this morning. What's the bet about? That I can get up a. A baseball game in Frenchman's Ford by Saturday. It ain't no laughing matter, Doc. Terms of the bet was it's gotta be right proper game played regular by the rules. Well, seriously, you're not gonna go through with this, right? I gave my hand on it, Doc. I ain't never welch done no better in my life. But Randy, what do these cow punches around here know about baseball? Couple of the hands out at the bar A. We're in the first. First Ohio Volunteers during the war between the states, they played little. I reckon I can dig up enough fellas who'll go through the motions on Saturday. A couple of dollars a piece. Well, I sure want to see that game now. You ever play baseball? Me? No, no, no. Now, don't get any ideas, Randy. I'm strictly a spectator. I wouldn't miss it for the world. At 1:30, Harvey came in to see Buck. I'm sorry to trouble you, Dusty, but I wondered if in your collection of materia medica you perhaps might have an ancient Indian herb that would act as a specific for me. You got a hangover too, Mr. Braithwaite? Oh, I'm afraid so. Can't understand it. At the college, I used to spend the whole evening downing flip at the tavern and then be up at dawn for compulsory chapel. Well, don't Worry about it, Mr. Braithwaite. Just remember, Princeton Flip is not made with OA's whiskey. Incidentally, you're not going through with that crazy bet you made with Randy Stewart? Oh, yes, the wager. Well, we shook hands on it and I put up my pledge. Yeah, but it's so foolish. Surely, an educated man like you. My dear doctor, at Princeton, I have seen several thousand dollars change hands over which plate of molasses would catch the most house flies at a given time. But, Mr. Braithwaite, I have accepted a wager as a true son of old Nassau and I shall not flunk the test. By Friday afternoon, Randy Stewart was desperate. He had ridden out past the Three Forks country following a rumor that the homesteader on the Rio Verde had once played second base for an artillery battery of the 4th Vermont Regiment. I saw him when he rode in at night and asked him how it turned out. Oh, he played second base, all right. Oh, played second base fiddle in a colonel Symphonic band. Oh, he offered to come in and play a couple of pokers. Well, Randy, how are you doing on your teams anyway? Well, I got Alfie Jones and a couple of his boys in a flying J and Matty Wheelwright and the livery stage table. He's a catcher. Catcher? I got around up about five head of outfielders. Only I'll be dog gone if I know where to lay my rope. On a single short stop, The day of the big game dawned. Chris can donated a barrel of beer at the sideline and Mr. Brave Weight marched out a baseball diamond in the big corral back of the livery stable at the edge of town. At 2 o', clock, the teams were assembled and Mr. Braithwaite in a straw Boer and blue pongy Jacket stepped up onto the field as the umpire. He picked up his way carefully to home plate as the livery horses had only been removed from the corral that morning. Here you are, Mr. Bracelet. Here's the two liner. They ain't smelled very good, but they're all here very well. What are the names of your two teams, Mr. Stewart? Well, we kind of call them the Pintos and the Wrangler. I see. Each team will have five minutes to acquaint itself with the playing area. And then I will announce play ball. There's one thing, though. Alvin Merrel won't play unless he can carry his gun. You see, he says he ain't had it off since he was 12. And he'd just as soon leave his pants off with his gun. Well, it's irregular, but I suppose. You learn how to Feet, Cheyenne. Look at that. Bab Milt. Ever trying to pick up a ball up off the ground. Went right through his leg. I am not surprised. Doc Mil has been on a horse consistently since he was seven years old. You doctor out to witness the match? Yeah, I thought I'd take you in. Never thought I'd live to see a baseball game in Frenchman Ford. No, In a way, I am glad. You know, I leave tomorrow to make my report to Father. Oh, no, I didn't know that. I must admit, at first I wasn't very impressed with the people of this territory. I was inclined to give a negative report and suggest that Father put his money in Transatlantic Shipping instead. But with the spirit that I see in this fine sporting event, I am convinced that the great Weight would do very well to take over the cattle industry of the West. Now, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I believe it's time to commence the match. Very well, gentlemen. Play ball. The game started. Although it took three batters to convince Slim Godsel, the pitcher for the Wranglers, that the was not to hit the batter in the head with the ball. As a matter of fact, between O Shea's beer and the light pleasant breeze, the game went on in a happy fashion until the seventh innings. The batter was Alvin Murthaugh. He strode up to the plate swinging the bat that old man Pop and saw down from the whistle tree. All right, now, Slim, you throw that dang ball in here where I can hit it. No wrangling, please, gentlemen. They for the gentle game devoted to good sportsmen. Yeah, sure, I know. All right, come on now. Throw that ball in here. In front of a. Please, gentlemen. Gentlemen. He like to kill me with that Dang thing. I'm warning you, Slim, you throw that ball at me once. Please, gentlemen. Match her up. Got dust all over my gun. And remember, I'm warning you. Shut up, Alvin, and keep riding a ball. Sit up. Does it. No, no, no. Put that gu. It was a free for all that would have done justice to the Bull Run on a Saturday night. With an outfit of Texas cow punchers passing through north to the railhead, Alvin missed trim gotcho clean. With Borschot later claiming that the bat on his other hand had unbalanced him. Both teams abandoned their contest on the diamond for the more familiar contest of joy and uninhibited mayhem with which the Territory usually entertained itself. O. Shea's barrel of beer was split open over Randy Stewart's head. And Mr. Braithwaite was dragged the length of the corral by a horse breaker from the three for country who was under the influence of O. Shea's whiskey and was convinced they had a tremendous white stallion at the end of his hook. Dark. And I saw Mr. Bravely once again just before the morning stage left. I hope you're not too much upset, Mr. Braithway. It's just that Frenchman Ford isn't used to baseball. Yes, yes, I can understand that all right. Well, needless to say, I intend to advise my father stay as far away from the west in the cattle industry as he can possibly get. Oh, well, I'm sorry you think the badly I was out here. I guess it was a shame to have the game end up in a riot. That must have been pretty strange to you, Princeton man and all. Oh, no, that wasn't it at all. Why, most of the baseball matches played at Princeton run pretty much the same way. Minus gunfire, of course. I remember when old Ste broke his bat over the umpire's head and Rutgers man. But I don't understand. And why are you advising your father not to go into the cattle business? But, my dear doctor, why. I discovered that Mr. Stewart had paid those men $3 a piece to play in the game. What's wrong with that? But that's professionalism. S professionalism. I don't mind losing the bet, but you must realize it's hardly a fit to place for a gentleman. Oh, no, sir. A sport in general and baseball in particular are to prosper. Will never do so with a taint of gross professionalism upon it. Well, good day, gentlemen. At least it was refreshing to meet one university man in this wilderness. I suppose it was this evening, gentlemen, when. When you down your spirit, remember me. I give a toast to the tiger. Goodbye. And so the cattle industry, the town of Frenchman Sword and the territory had not been taken over by Albert Braithwaite after all. And in honor of that, each Saturday night when the cow punchers come into town of the Bull Run Saloon, the first drink is always a toast. Pool a cider. You have been listening to Dr. Six gun. Doc6 gun is played by Carl Weber and Pablo by William Griffith. Today's script was written by Ernest Kinoy. Heard in the cast were Bill Lipton as Harvey, Ken Williams as Randy, Tom Holland as Alvin, and William Keane as O', Shea, the bartender. Dr. Six Gun is directed by Fred Way. This is Bill Rippey speaking. Sam. Doctor 6 Gun, starring Carl Weber as the frontier doctor with William Griffiths as Pablo. 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