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Rose of San Antoine with Jimmy Wakely | All Star Western Theatre (08-18-46)
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A sad cowboy story of romance by the Alamo. Original Air Date: August 18, 1946Host: Andrew RhynesShow: All Star Western TheatrePhone: (707) 98 OTRDW (6-8739) Stars:• Jimmy Wakely Announcer:• Cottonseed Clark Song List:• Ride'n Down the Santa Fe• Texas ...
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We were made to help you and your friends find a place on the beach with a pool and a marina and a waterfall and a soaking tub. Expedia Made to Travel welcome to the Old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host Andrew Hines and let's get into this episode. This episode is going to be Ulster Western Theaters Original Air date is August 18, 1946 this title is Rose of San Antone and this one has Jimmy Wakely in the lead role. Let's get into it and I hope you enjoy the Bakers of Weber's Bread present your All Star Western Theater. Lifting a long From Hollywood comes your All Star Western Theaters starring America's great western singers, Boy Willing and the writers of the Purple Sage. Our guest star for today is the strange, hard riding new Western singing star, Jimmy Wakely in a story of the west prepared especially for him. My name is Cottonseed Clark and here are the riders of the Purple Sage riding down the Santa Fe just beyond the mountain across the way See that sun hang on the west oh the land I'm loving the best Here we go my old meadow gotta see it pictured by Gal so let's burn the trail and yonder we'll go riding down the Santa Fe hey, riding down the Santa Fe Riding down the Santa Fe Going to see the boss and I collect my bay Need a hundred dollars or more to get that ring she's been waiting for don't be so my old pillow she'll be there waiting at the door so let burn the trail and yonder we'll go riding down to Santa Fe hey, riding down to Santa Fe. Your old time western cowboy led a pretty active sort of life at that riding fence rounding up strays Roping and branding cattle. All the miscellaneous chores necessary to keep a big cattle spread functioning called for a lot of energy. No wonder cow punchers demanded good food and got it. Well, the men of today like good food too. And that's one reason the bakers of Weber's Bread are so very popular. Because Weber's Bread is good food. Good bread. Weber's Bread makes good toast for breakfast, good sandwiches for lunch, and it's especially good served with evening meals. It's an all purpose bread that blends well with other foods. When the modern housewife serves Weber's Bread, she knows that her men folks won't go away hungry. Because Weber's Bread is really good bread. Violo tomorrow Guest star time. Today is a special event for us all star western theater folks. For it's time to welcome a young fellow that's made a mighty big mark for himself in western pictures. But the same young fellow that we used to play marbles with and spin tops and swipe watermelons and go to prayer meeting with friends and neighbors. The screen's great new singing cowboy star, Jimmy Wakely. And. And a western musical drama written especially for him entitled Rose of San Antonella. Hank, what's wrong? What do you mean busting in here that way? I just come from the sheriff's office that they. They found old man Snyder's body. Well, so what? There's a talk going around, Gorman, that you was the only one that had reason to kill him. That ain't so good. Old man Martin told the sheriff that the two of you was in an argument the day before he disappeared and that you threatened to kill him. That old fool is always talking out of turn. Ought to plug him too. Better take my advice and saddle up and clear out of here, Garmin. Oh, that would be a sure way to have every sheriff in the country on my trail. Better than hanging. You'd better clear out. Did anybody see you riding this way? No, I rode out of town to the east and cut across the hills. Good. For once you use your head. What's that got to do with it? Plenty. I want you to take the same way back. Mosey into the sheriff's office and tell the sheriff you found this roll of bills in the bunkhouse at Snyder's ranch right next to your bunk. There's a couple of hundred in this roll. What's the idea? You know that new hand that's working at Snyder's place? Yeah. Where's his bunk? It's right next to mine. Now you're getting smart. You mean frame the kid? You're learning fast, Ross. But Garmin, that kid wouldn't have a chance. He's a stranger here. You know, sometimes I think you got possibilities of having a mind of your own. Is this of the money you took off of old man Snyder? That's it. If you'll handle this job careful like, I'll give you a cut of what's left. That's a deal. I'll spill enough talk about that kid that he won't have a dog's chance. My name is Brennan. Jim Brennan. To most folks I'm what you'd call a wanderer. I never stay in one place very long. You see, I have to keep on the move. I'm a hunted man and if the law ever catches up with me, I reckon it'd be the end of the trail for Jim Brennan. If I was really a criminal, I reckon I'd be deserving of all this. But I'm not. I never did know exactly what happened, except that I was afraid and charged with killing old man Tom Snyder, owner of the Bar S ranch of Scottsville, Nevada. Snyder was a mighty big man in state politics and his brother was a prominent attorney. It was his brother that swore to spend his life avenging Snyder's death. I've been on the go dodging the law from state to state ever since. That was 10 years ago. I was just a punk 18 year old kid. I'll never forget the day I escaped and left town with a posse in hot. Well. Oh boy, I reckon we lost him. Guess we can take it easy for a while. Well, I was scared. And I was mad too. I thought to myself that as long as I had to put a lot of miles between me and Scottville, that I'd head for Texas. I'd heard a lot about the Lone Star State and believe me, when I wrote in the San Antonio, I found most everything as I'd pictured it. And I wasn't long in getting a job punching cattle at the Circle B ring. How do you like it here after two weeks? Well, Betty, a job's a job. But knowing you has helped a lot. I hope you mean that in a way I'd like to for it means I'd like for to mean more of it. But. What? But nothing. I'd rather not talk about it. You're about the strangest person I've ever known. You won't talk about yourself and all we know is that your name is Bob Edwards. I'm not much on talking, Betty. Then I'll Change the subject. How would you like to ride into town tonight and go dancing? No, I just like to kind of wander around town. I want to see the Alamo. All right. It'd be fun. But I warn you, the Alamo is a romantic spot. I reckon that's a good chance to take. Well, you've seen the Alamo under a full moon. Kind of nice, isn't it? Very. You know, a great battle was fought right here. Now, it's the most peaceful looking spot I've ever seen. There's a path leading all the way around it and let's see it all. I wish you wouldn't talk about leaving San Anton. I wish I wouldn't too, but I do. All right, go ahead and act strange. Say, look at that. Now that's for you. It's against the law to pick these flowers. For a rose as pretty as this and a girl as pretty as you, I'd go to jail. Here you are, Jim. Yes. You know, I. I like you a lot. I wish you didn't. And I'm glad you do. I don't understand you at all. Maybe you'll understand this. Hello, Joe. When did you get in from Austin? Last night. Where were you? Betty and I rode into town. You kind of like her, don't you? Yeah, I do, but. Say, what's going on at the Capitol? Oh, not much. I did notice in the state paper that the Rangers have been notified to look out for some cowboy that's wanted for murder up in Nevada. Well, have they found him? No, but they did give a pretty good description of him. That right? Yeah. His real name is Brennan. Jim Brennan. Kill some big ranchin politician, they claim. Yeah. I hadn't heard about it. You know, if it was me and I was down in this part of the country, I'd move on. Why? Well, the paper said he was last seen in San Marcos heading south. Frankly, I feel sorry for the guy. I just got an idea he isn't as bad as they say he is. Much obliged to you, Joe. Here's an extra two weeks pay. If you need anything else, Bob, let me know. Joe, I didn't kill that man. I promise you I'm telling you the truth. And I promise you I believe it. Don't say anything about this to Betty, will you? I understand. And good luck to you, Bob. Thanks. Deep within my heart Lies a melody A song of old San Anton where in dreams I live With a memory Beneath the stars all along oh, it was there I found Beside the Alamo enchantment Strange as The blue up above a moon lit Pass that on she would know still hears my broken song of love well, I reckon San Antonio was one place I'll never forget. Especially her. I turned Mole Horse west and headed towards the plains country, working my way as I traveled. I'd heard a lot about those west Texas plains. How much bigger the moon was, how bright are the stars. When I rode into Amarillo, it was winter and found nothing but cold sands and winds. Yes, sir, that wind seemed like it was blowing 90 miles an hour. There was nothing between me and the North Pole but a barbed wire fence, and it was tore down. But it wasn't long until I was to realize the true beauty of this vast country with the big plains. I'll never forget that one night when I was punching for the cross. X Ranch. A bunch of us were gathered around a big open tent. You know, this is the kind of Texas night that I wish would last forever. Yeah, that's just the feeling I got. You can count me in on that. Reminds me of the night that I put a.45 slug right through old Joaquin Ray. The famous Bandy. Well. Well, it was about 30 year ago, I reckon, out in California. Thank you. I had spent three months trailing old Marietti. Then one night at just about such a night as this, I rode a road right up warm around the campfire. Just about such a fire as this in here, too. Well, sir, I sneaked right up behind him. And not wanting to take unfair advantage of them, I said, walkie. I always call him Walkie for short. I said Walkie, your time is up. Reach for the sun. Ah, just a minute, Wendy. He'd have a hard time reaching for the sun at night. Remember, this story is all about the night. Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh, so it was. I remember now. I said, Walkie. I always called him Walkie for short. I said, Walkie, Reach for the moon. Well, he wheeled around, and we both reached for our guns at the same time. A split second later, he lay at my feet, mortally wounded or wounded. Just a minute, Wendy. How long ago did you say this happened? Well, it must have been 30 year ago, I guess. Did you know that Joaquin Murrietta had been dead for 90 years? What? Are you sure? Sure, I'm sure. You know, I thought he was a might slow on the draw. Oh, you can always depend on old Widget to stir up a breeze. You bet you can. You know, men, you can have your city lights and your waves, but I'd be content to spend the rest of my life just lying here on my back of looking up there listening to that fire popping and a drinking black coffee 50 miles from anytime. You guys were singing a song about that and I. The two ago at the bunkhouse. Shorty. What was it? Oh, you mean this? You hand me that guitar. Come on, boys, let's sing it for him. I want to drink my jaguar from an old tin can While the moon goes riding high I want to hear the call of the whippoorwill I want to hear that tile cry I want to feel my saddle between my legs Riding him out on the rain Just to kick him in the side Making sure he's stepping pride out on the Texas lane each night in my dreams Somehow it seems I'm back where I belong Just a country hick way back in the sticks Back where I belong oh, the city lights and the city waves Are driving me insane oh, I want to go back oh, won't you please take me back Back to the Texas plane I want to drink my java pomelo tin can wallow Go gliding high I want to hear the call of a whippoor will I want to hear that coyote cry I want to feel the man hard between my legs Riding him out on the rain Just to kick him in the side Making sure stepping right out on the Texas way Like most every place else that I got to liking, I had to leave. I just didn't feel comfortable staying long enough for anybody to get to know me too well. So I headed out towards Alpine in the Davis Mountains. The big roundup was as beautiful a country as you'd ever hope to see. Man, you know, I'm hungry enough to eat a cow raw. That sage brush and bloom there looks good enough for me to eat. It may look good enough to eat, but don't go trying any of it. Hey, it's nice you got here in time for the roundup, Barton. I'm glad I was here, too. I was talking to you. Your name is Barton, ain't it? Oh, yeah, yeah. I didn't hear you. Just so you know, if this country stayed like this year round, it'd spoil everybody and spoil me already. To some folks, there's a spot that lives forever deep down within their fondest memories. Though I have been a roamer, I have never found any place where I would rather be. When it's roundup time in Texas and the bloom is on the sail Then I long to be in Texas the hacker Riding on the rain get to smell the things and crying when it's sizzling in the pan Hear the breakfast horn in the early morning Drinking coffee from a can Just a riding rock and ropin Pounding leather all day long Just a sway and sweat and swearing Listen to a cowhand song how it beckoned and I reckoned I would work for any way Just to be again to be free again when the bloom is on the same Years came and went. At times I thought give myself up. Always wandering somewhere anyway. But for some reason, I stayed in Texas. I felt safe there. Then when I'd get in the mood to let my thoughts wander, they take me back to San Antonio and to Betty. Many times I thought I'd chuck it all and go back there and settle down until I was caught. But if she was waiting for me and would have me after I told my story, it still wouldn't be fair to her. Well, 10 years passed and I couldn't carry on any longer, I thought to myself. At least until I got Betty out of my mind. So I turned my horse toward the circle. Joe. Remember me? No, I don't believe I. Well, you're Bob. Bob Edwards. That's right. How are you? Fine. I hardly knew you. You've aged a lot. Well, let's say a man grows older with the years. I'm still a kid at heart, though. You know, I've often wondered about you, Bob, if they ever caught up with you. I reckon I've been lucky. A couple of days after you left, the Rangers came calling and they made pretty regular visits for the next couple of years. Thinking I'd come back, huh? Yeah. And so did I, Bob. For some reason or other, I figured you'd give in and come back to see. See the Alamo again. How is she? Fine. You know we're getting married next spring. I didn't know, Joe. I'm sorry I happened by. I'll be going along. Well, you don't have to. It's best I do. She still loves you. She told me so when she promised to marry me. I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry too, Bob. But if it'd make her happy, I'd step aside in a minute. I've met a lot of right guys in my time, but I'm putting you at the head of the class for Keefes, Joe. Then you're gonna stay? You don't think I'm that sort of a friend, do you? It might be better if you did. Nope. You couldn't hogtie me here and make mistake for so long. Joe, I'll never forget you. You won't change your mind? Got a lot of willpower and right now I'm using most of it. I hope you'll both be the happiest two people in the world. Good luck to you, Joe. Same to you, Bob. Don't tell her I was here, will you? If you say so. And lots of luck to you. So long. So long. Well, I guess you know how I felt as I rode away. I thought I'd go into San Anton City and get a few supplies that I needed and put up for the night. I got a room and got myself cleaned up and decided to take a walk out in the fresh air. I reckon that was a mistake. Plus, before I knew it, I was strolling down to the Alamo. I suppose I'm a sentimental cuss, but I figured it wouldn't hurt anything or anybody but me. Soon I found myself right where we had stood that night. A lot of thoughts went through my mind of what could have been. I lived my entire life all over again. As I stood there in the moonlight. And suddenly I heard a voice. Betty, why did you come here? I needn't be here. Well, it's nice seeing you so, Tony. I thought maybe I'd find you here for some reason. Bob, I've missed you so much. Now just a minute, Betty. You've got the wrong slant on things. What do you mean? You see, I'm waiting on a girl to meet me here. I've got a date. You couldn't, not here. Why, sure, you ought to see her. Good looking and a lot of clack. How could you do such a thing? Oh, now look, Betty. I hope you're not thinking about that silly meeting you and me had here one night. Oh, no. Oh, no. You're the sweetest robes and textes and you belong to me. You've got me right setting O's and exes in my book of memory. When you've heard them sing about the one rose and the rows of sand and stone. But they could never paint you in a picture or a song. You're the sweetest rose in Texas and you belong. I felt mighty bad deceiving Betty like I did. On the other hand, I felt mighty good about it. Maybe it helped to make for a lot of happiness between Joe and her. Well, they say time heals everything. And believe me, I'm hoping it'll do something for me. Cause there's a mighty big hole in my heart. So reckon there's nothing for me to do but keep a wandering. And take my chances on being caught. Maybe someday they'll give Up. You know, I wonder if they've forgotten me up there in Scottville. I think a lot about that young Brennan kid that cleared out of the country about 10 years ago when he got the blame for killing old man Snyder. Yeah, I've wondered about him myself. You know, if old Charlie Rourke hadn't got shot and confessed that Gorman did the job two years before, I bet that Snyder's brother at the state capitol would have caught him by now. He swore he'd get him. Yeah. It's too bad that kid's never showing up in these parks. Wonder if he knows he's not a hunter for that moonly pass by the Alamo and rose my road up San Antonio. Thank you, Jimmy Wakeley, for your appearance on your All Star Western Theater Friends and neighbors. Our guest star will return in a few moments. The boss of a cattle outfit had to have a lot of understanding. He was responsible for the herd getting to market in prime condition. And. And he had to know both human beings and animals pretty well in order to make them work together. He saw that the men took care of their horses and the steers, and he took care of the men, made certain that their working conditions were just right and that they had plenty of good food. Modern mothers and housewives know the value of good food, too. That's why so many Southern California families use Weber's Bread. Because today's housewives knows that Weber's bread is well mixed and well baked. That its firm, even texture and delicious flavor add extra enjoyment to every meal. Weber's Bread stays fresh longer, too. Buy a loaf of Weber's Bread next time you go shopping. And see if you two don't agree that Weber's Bread is really good bread. And now, here is 4 willing with today's guest star, Jimmy Wakeley. Jimmy Venture. Among home folks, I reckon there's no need for us to tell you how much we've enjoyed keeping company with you today. Well, it's been good being with all of you as well as the folks here in the Western theater audience and on the air. I'm going to make the All Star Western Theater my stomping ground every time I'm allowed on the premises. Then it'll be right off. And, Jimmy. And now, since I've done enough singing chores for today, how about you and the writer's purple sage, huh? Jimmy, here is a song that kind of fits the theme of our story today. It's a little heart song, and it's a cowboy song called A Cowboy has to Sing. Well, let's See if they do take it had to yell or his heart would break in pride of him at the gate of the Whole Corel on each new day is born I go riding O' er the wide open plains I roam Till the sun in the hills goes hiding There will always be something glad when I get home Yippee Go. For a cowboy has to sing and a cowboy has to yell for his heart would break inside of him at the gate of the Whole perel There's a tired pony glad when it's over With a song in my heart so am I For tonight we'll be dreaming of clover and we always will until the day we die yes me O in the clay, Holy Ghost For a cowboy has to sing and a cowboy has to yell or his heart would break inside of him at the gate of the Home Corral From Hollywood, you've heard your All Star Western Theater, a VM Bear production starring America's great Western singers, Boy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage. Our guest star today has been Monogram Pictures great new singing cowboy Jimmy Wakeley, whose next Monogram release is Song of the Thes. My name is Cotton C. Clark. The Riders of the Purple Sage may soon be seen in Republic's All Color Western Out California Way. This program came to you from the studios of KNX Columbia Square, KNX Los Angeles Columbia Station for Southern California. 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