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From Hollywood comes your All Star Western Theater starring America's great western singers, Boy Willing and the riders of the Purple sage. Bringing you the music, the stories and the spirit of the great open spaces. And now the riders of the purple sage. Trail herding cowboy. Hop on your pony singing lo start riding now, boy. We'll make San Antonio sing it Helio, Helio. Long weary days, a dusty road to travel. But we'll make the ball stay for all this battle Driving cattle light hearted carefree trail herding cowboys singing Helie a Helio Keep mo dogies. Time is a waste in singing Helio Pelio. I'm not impatient but why don't you hasten? Singing Helio, Helio. You ought to know that a certain someone's waiting. You ought to know that you're captivating. Confiscating arms will unfold this trail. Herding cowboys singing Helio, Helio. One little dogie straight from his mother singing Helie. Eight Helio Trail herding cowboy. There goes another singing hello. The eight Helio follow the do gets through in these days of sunshine. When this drive is over we'll take our fun time all at once. Makes me a happy trail herding cowboy Sing Helio, Helio, Helio. Thank you, friends. And now if you all of you Oklahomans will move in a little closer. We're gonna sing a song about a town and a girl that you all know. But don't you other folks go away because we think you'll like this number too. It's Being played and sung all over the country. And we'd like to sing it for you. Rose of old tawny. Rose of O pony Power of the Dom Blooming tenderly Her memory still lingers on. Angel of the night Moonlit reverie Star of love so bright Shines on my rows of oponi. Sweet are the dreams that I hold in my heart As I go wandering along. Long are the hours since we've drifted apart. Deep in my heart is a song. Power of the dawn Blooming tenderly Her memory still lingers on Sa. Star of love so bright Shines on my ro. Singing and listening to songs and ballads of life on the Range Used to be a favorite pastime of the boys in the bunkhouse after the day's work was over. Much of the authentic flavor of life on the Range has been preserved for us in these cowboy songs. The Bakers of Weber's Bread are proud to bring you many of these songs on the All Star Western Theater. Just as they are proud to keep your community supplied with good Weber's Bread. And Weber's Bread really is good bread too. With all the rich flavor and fine even texture that make it a substantial and enjoyable part of every meal. Everyone enjoys that long lasting freshness, that good to the last crumb flavor of Weber's Bread in the eye catching blue and white gingham wrapper. Buy a loaf next time you shop at your friendly neighborhood grocers. What have you and the boys lined up next, boy? Well, Terry, this next number comes right out of the old Red Barn. And it features Johnny, Paul and Bud Sievert back home again in Indiana. Sam. Well, here's a new number that boy and the boys are going to sing for you. One of the latest majestic recordings. A little white house with you inside. Little white house with you inside. And heaven will be near me. With your love proved and tried always near. To cheer me from your side I won't roam. With your love I can't go wrong. Little white house with you inside I'll be satisfied. Little white house with you inside. Life will be so happy. Yours and mine at my side. Calling me their pappy. Storms may come and rain may fall. I'll be near you when you call. Little white house with you inside. And I'll be satisfied. Little white house with you inside. And I'll bring home the money. You're the queen and my bride. I'll always call you honey. You love me and I love you. Love like ours will be true. Little white house with you inside. And I'll be satisfied. Little white house with you inside Never mind the weather Face this world side by side we'll grow old together Old and gray still in love thank the Lord from above Little white house with you inside I'll be satisfied. Time now for Coy Willing and the writers of the Purple Sage to ring up the curtain on the story they call a combination that's hard to beat. The West. From the rocky peaks of Wyoming to the burning wastes along the Mexican border, from Colorado's snowy crest to the broad, lush ranch lands of California. How vast it is. How ageless. How relentless. And beyond this land of mountains, forests and desert lies another domain as limitless and as mighty as the west itself. The great Pacific Ocean. And when a man stands between these two awesome forces, but a sea meets the western coast. He stands on the saber's edge of destiny. And the sharp blade of nature divides the evil from the good. The riders of the Purple Sage were in that part of California where the mountains and valleys crowd close to the shores of the Pacific. They rode off the road onto a headland and stopped for a look at the sea. I don't know about you fellows, but I'm gonna stretch my legs a little. Knee, 2L. I feel like I must have been born in that saddle. All right, old gal. Get yourself some of that green grass. Well, I guess we deserve a little rest. We started from toro right after breakfast, and we've been pulling leather ever since. Okay, take five. Hey, Foy, Johnny. Take a look over here, will ya? Man. Man, just look at that ocean. Ain't it a sight to see? Sure is. You know, Foy, I was just thinking what a ranch that old Pacific Ocean would make if she was grazing land instead of just salt water. That's right, Al. You know, the Gulf of California would make a nice sheltered spot for your corral. And you could get a lot of cows in it, too. Oh, you sure could. And come round up time. You could make your camp over on the Hawaiian Island. Man, I sure would like to have one of them hula gals to help me with the branding. Oh, yeah, I see. You guys have it all figured out, haven't you? Well, I guess we'd better be. Hey, listen, boy. What's that? Wait a minute. There he is. Boy. Up on the ridge. Look. He's coming this way. Yeah, that's funny. He's riding a horse, but he sure don't look like a cowhand. He sure don't. What in tarnation is that? Get up he's wearing. It's a sailor Suit. Sailor suit. What's the matter? Ain't you guys ever seen a sailor before? Not on horseback, Johnny. Gosh, I never thought of that. Hey, boy. That hombre looks familiar to me. Yeah, he sure does. What's. Jeff. Jeff Peters. Why, it sure is. Hey, Jeff. Hiya, boy. Dog. Don. How you, Jeff. Hell, Johnny. Well, hi, Jeff. It sure is a surprise. I didn't figure on running into you fellas around here. Well, we didn't figure on you crossing our trail either, Jeff. Say, what's the idea of the sea going. Chap. Yeah. What are you doing wearing that little old white Stetson on your head? Are you a cowpoke or a deckhand? Well, a little of both, I guess. See, I'm a member of the Coast Guard Modification Patrol. Our station is down on the beach there, right around that point. Well, I'll be. You mean the Coast Guard boys ride horses? Of course they do, Al. The Coast Guard Naughty Patrol is sort of like the cavalry. They do all of their work on horseback. That's right, boy. But believe me, it ain't like cow punching. A lot of difference in patrolling and riding herd on a bunch of white faces on Dad's ranch. Hey, Jeff, how come you aren't out of uniform and back on the ranch? You've been in the service for quite a while now. Well, it's a long story, Foy. We lost the ranch and Dad's gone. Passed away last night. That's bad news, Jeff. How did it happen? Well, you see, a couple of months ago, I came back from overseas and they stationed me here on mounted patrol duty till they got a replacement. Dad and I wanted to celebrate, so I got a liberty and we took off for Las Vegas. Oh, did a little gambling, I suppose. That's right, Boyd. Did you ever hear of a big shot gambler named Tony Josko? Josko? No. Can't bear that. A half. Well, Josko was running a crooked roulette wheel at Vegas. Dad and I found it out too late. Is that how you lost the ranch, Jeff? Yeah. Josko got some IOUs from dad and he wound up with a deed to the ranch. That's what killed dad. He worried and fretted and then. You mean. Yeah. Sleeping pills. The coroner called it an accident, but I know better for it. Tony Josko killed my dad just as sure as if he'd stuck a six gun in his ribs and pulled the trigger. That dirty rat. But, Jeff, is there anything you can do? You're not a blessed thing, Al. Not without the deed to the ranch, Josko. Has that. Where's Josko now, Jeff? Still up at Vegas? No. As a matter of fact, he's right in the neighborhood. What do you mean? Look out there on the ocean just west of the point there. See that black speck? Yeah, I see it. But what's that got to do with Josko? Everything. That spec is a gambling ship. Josko owns it. Well, what do you know? Time I think of that murdering crook sitting out there with a deed to our ranch in his safe. Wait a minute, Jeff. Take it easy. Look, have you ever thought of trying to get that deed back? I haven't thought of anything else for you. Josko must have at least 10 of his gunmen out there on the ship with him. What could a lone hand do against odds like that? But, Jeff, you aren't a lone hand. Now, you just got yourself some reinforcement. Hi, fellas. You're darn right, Jeff. We'll help you out. You mean that you guys will? Of course we will, Jeff. What are friends for? Besides, I'd welcome the chance to fix Josko's little red wagon. That kind of an ombre just naturally brings out the mean streak in me. Me, too. Boy, Jeff, is Josko's gambling boat open for business? Sure. Gets a shipload of suckers every night. And takes them for whatever they got in their jeans. You know, boys, I'm not much of a gambling man. But I sure do enjoy a nice boat ride now and then. What are you getting at for, Jeff? Is there some kind of a small, fast motor boat at that station of yours? We might sort of borrow it for the evening. Yeah, we got a speedy little gasoline launch that the chief will let me take. Good. Tonight we're going to get ourselves some salt sea air. And at the same time, pay a little visit to Mr. Tony Josko. My golly, Jeff, this Coast Guard chow sure is good. The beach of stuff we get from a chuck wagon by a mile. You sure must like it, Al. You've been eating like a starved timberwolf. Look, fellas, what do you say, let's get down to business? All right, Jeff, how much do you know about the layout of Tony Josko's gambling ship? Well, not much foy, but. Well, if I know that rat Josko, you'll have plenty of his hoods around guarding him. Especially with all the dough there is on board. And you figure you'll have the deed to your ranch in his safe? Sure. Where else? So that's the place we'll have to make for. Well, how are we going to get the safe open. Say, for this might be a thought. Josko has a little tricky pulls. Every time somebody gets to winning heavily, he tells him he has to go to his safe for some more money and invites him to his office for a shot of bourbon. And he gets him in a friendly game. And the crooked work starts. Yeah, it might work. But how are we going to get someone to be a big winner so that Josco will try to pull that stunt? Oh, that's right. Well, fellas, if what you want is a big winner on that boat tonight, that's what you're going to have. It just so happens that an old hand, a three card Monty, once taught me a few tricks about dealing off the bottom. Al, you're not serious. Well, I sure am, Foy. Not being a crooked gambler, I never thought I'd have any use for them kind of shenanigans. But my conscience sure wouldn't bother me none for using them on Justco. Jeff. That's it. Let's get underway. We're getting pretty close to the gambling ship, Jeff. Reckon maybe you better cut off the motor. Yeah, I guess so. For there I will take her from here with the oars. You stay at the rudder, boy. Johnny and I can handle the rolling. Let's go, Johnny. Okay, Al. Now let's make sure we got everything straight. Yeah. When we get on board the ship, Jeff, Johnny and I'll locate Josco's office and hide just as near to it as we can. Right. Al will mix with the crowd in the gambling rooms and start to play Three Card Monty. When Josco invites him back to his office, I'll go with him. And when they get inside of the office, will all jump Jasco. Got it? Good. All right, boys, better hold it down. Now. We're just a few yards from the ship. Hey, look for. There's a ladder over there running up the side of the ship. Steer for that. Okay. Just grab the ladder and put it. Put a line on it. Got it. There. Okay for us. She's made fast. I'll climb up the ladder and see if the coast is clear. Okay, but be careful when you stick your head over the edge of that deck. One of Josko's men might see you and try to part your hair with a slug from a 40 some odd. Don't worry, I'll watch you. Okay, boys, come on up. Good. Up you go, Al. Johnny. Now here's where we separate. Al, you make a point. Somebody's coming. Quick. Duck behind this lifeboat. Hurry, Al. Boss, it looks like a Big knife. Lots of suckers in Ford. Plenty of heavy sugar with it. A secret that they haven't got any of it left when they go home. Don't worry, boss. Don't worry. If it wasn't that we provided him with free water taxi service. They'd have to swim to get back to town. Okay, okay. Quit being a funny man. But, boss, I was only funny. Never mind. Back to the gambling room to keep your eye on those dealers. Some of them might be crooked. Are you kidding, Boss? Some of them might be crooked. Shut up. You want me? I've been okay. Yeah, okay. I can't even open his yap around here. So keep. Boy, you're gone. Good. Let's get started. Get going. Al. I have another shot. Kelsey Rain. What? Boss. Boss. Excuse me a minute, will you? What do you want? Boss, look, I think you better come into the card room. There's a guy in there who's winning kind of heavy. A three card Monty. Let's see about this. Come on, Chip. Hi, fellow. Having a little run of luck, aren't you? Oh, hi. Yeah, the cards are being pretty good to me tonight. Fine. By the way, my name's Tony Josko. I own the Joy. Glad to meet you, Mr. Josko. I'm Al Slowey. Glad to know you. Say, it looks like the house is running a little short at this table. Go to my office. Get some more dough. Slowing. How about joining me for a little drink? Be glad you see my office, Mr. Gasco. I sure will. There ain't nothing I'd rather do than see that office of yours. Hey, boy, you denied me over. Now reckon Jasper Zettle don't invite Val back to his office. I know, Johnny, but if we don't, we're going to have to figure out some other way of getting into that space to get the BG jet. Right. All right, Johnny. It. Yeah. Good old house. Not sure if that is being or not. He's. Open the door. Okay. Both now. All right, Jasco, get him up. Quiet, Jasco. Don't make a sound, you're a dead pigeon. All right, all right, all right. Come on. Now get into that office and be quick about it. What is this? Hijack? That's right, Josko. But not the kind of a hijack you think. We aren't after your money. Yeah, and what is it? So, Josko, keep your trap shut and open that safe. I want the deed to my father's ranch. Ranch? Oh, yeah, now I recognize you, Peters. Okay, kid, I'll get it for you. Just watch that that gun doesn't go off. Open up that safe in a hurry, or it might do just that. All right, all right. Easy there. That strong box inside. Give me that box. Better hurry it up, Jeff. Can't tell when one of this weasel's hired hands. Might take an ocean to come busting in. Okay, okay. Let's see. Yeah, yeah. Here it is, boy. I got it. Good. Now let's get out of here. Look, Josco, we're gonna lock you in. And if I was you, I wouldn't try to make a move till we're gone. Come on now, boy. Look out. The door. I'll get him. You missed. You're at Chip. Where are you? Don't leave me. Tip. Jeff. Jeff, look out. Josco's going for his gun. He's going for it. Too late. Hey, Josco, that'll pay you for murdering my dad. Where's the little guy for? He's disappeared. Either scared out or he's going to get help. Come on, we got to get out of here, Boy. Over this way. Here's the ladder. All right, Jeff, you go first and start the motor. We'll hold them off till you're ready. Okay. Hi, Johnny. Behind the lifeboat. They're coming. Right. Look. Shoot across that open doorway there. They'll keep them bottled up in the companionway. Okay, here goes. That ought to hold them. Keep down, fellas. They're shooting back at us. Come on, boys. Keep rolling. Over the side, man. Over the side. Into the boat, quick. Hurry up, boys. We got to get out of gunshot range before they put a spotlight on us. Al, Johnny, you okay? All aboard. Foy. Let her go, Jeff. Man, oh, man, that is a close call. Sure was. But I got the deed to the ranch safe in my jeans. Yeah, you also got a bullet hole through your sailor cap. Here, take it off and put on my Stetson. Okay. Thanks, Al. Hey, look at him. Got on a sailor suit and a cowboy hat. A sailor and a cowboy. That's right, Johnny. A sailor and a cowboy. And you know something, fellas? That's a combination that's hard to be. 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This week, the riders of the Purple Sage have chosen a number which reflects the sentiments of a wanderer, a drifter who's traveled the whole world over and now the rainbow's end I travel this whole world over and now I'm going down to the rainbow's end from twilight alone Trudging on and on till I come to the rainbow's end I'm weary and tired but I don't care I'm going down to the rainbow's end I have no friends, no home Just a traveling alone on my way to the rainbow. They say there are treasures of silver and gold that's buried down by the rainbows but the treasure I'll find Will bring me real peace of mind When I come to the rainbow. For someone has waited they're all alone so I will know at the rainbows and in how it feels to be pressed to an angel breast when we meet at the rainbow. Well, that's about it for this time, friends. Before we go, we'd like to thank Howard Culver, Charles Calvert and Lou Krugman for their good work in helping us tell our story. This is Foy Willing speaking for Al Sloy, Johnny Paul and Lou Preston. The writers of the Purple Sage sang so Long and good luck to all of you ripping along singing a song under a Western moon. From Hollywood, you've heard your All Star western Theater, a B.M. bear production starring America's great Western singers Hoy Willing and the Rider of the Purple Sage. The script was by Tom O'Dare, directioned by Tom Hargus. This is Terry O' Sullivan speaking. Your all star western theater came to you from columbia square. This is knx in los angeles, 1070 on your radio dial. This has been a presentation of otrwesterns.com and we hope you enjoyed. Please take some time to like and rate our shows in your favorite podcast application. 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Old Time Radio Westerns – “The Rabbit” | All Star Western Theatre (11-08-47)
Podcast: Old Time Radio Westerns
Host: Andrew Rhynes
Date: July 20, 2026 (Restored Release)
Original Air Date: November 8, 1947
In this digitally restored episode, host Andrew Rhynes presents “The Rabbit,” an installment of the All Star Western Theatre featuring Foy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage. The story immerses listeners in the golden age of radio, blending classic cowboy ballads with a dramatic tale set along California’s Pacific coast, starring a cast of loyal friends on a quest for justice against a crooked gambler. The episode intersperses lively Western music with buddy banter, daring action, and a heartfelt message of friendship.
"Singing and listening to songs and ballads of life on the Range used to be a favorite pastime of the boys in the bunkhouse after the day's work was over."
— Narrator ([07:12])
"From the rocky peaks of Wyoming to the burning wastes along the Mexican border... the sharp blade of nature divides the evil from the good."
— Narrator ([13:48])
“We lost the ranch and Dad’s gone. Passed away last night.”
— Jeff Peters ([17:14])
“But, Jeff, you aren’t a lone hand. Now, you just got yourself some reinforcement.”
— Foy Willing ([19:48])
“Not being a crooked gambler, I never thought I’d have any use for them kind of shenanigans. But my conscience sure wouldn’t bother me none for using them on Josko.”
— Al ([22:44])
“Alright, Josko, get him up. Quiet, Josko. Don’t make a sound, you’re a dead pigeon.”
— Foy, as the heist begins ([31:10])
“Hey, Josko, that’ll pay you for murdering my dad.”
— Jeff ([32:07])
“That’s right, Johnny. A sailor and a cowboy. And you know something, fellas? That’s a combination that’s hard to beat.”
— Jeff ([34:20])
“For someone has waited there all alone so I will know at the rainbow’s end how it feels to be pressed to an angel breast when we meet at the rainbow.”
— Song lyric ([37:20])
“Man, just look at that ocean. Ain’t it a sight to see?”
— Al, marveling at the Pacific ([14:48])
“You figure you’ll have the deed to your ranch in his safe?”
— Foy ([19:38])
“Not being a crooked gambler, I never thought I’d have any use for them kind of shenanigans. But my conscience sure wouldn’t bother me none for using them on Josko.”
— Al ([22:44])
“Alright, Josko, get him up. Quiet, Josko. Don’t make a sound, you’re a dead pigeon.”
— Foy ([31:10])
“You also got a bullet hole through your sailor cap. Here, take it off and put on my Stetson... That’s right, Johnny. A sailor and a cowboy. And you know something, fellas? That’s a combination that’s hard to beat.”
— Jeff ([34:12–34:20])
The episode radiates warmth, humor, and old-fashioned grit, blending tall-tale camaraderie with bursts of tension and droll asides. Music and friendly banter soften the story’s hard edges, while the finale emphasizes loyalty and the joy of coming home.
This restored All Star Western Theatre episode, “The Rabbit,” offers a blend of Western ballads, tall storytelling, and classic radio adventure. With Foy Willing and the Riders of the Purple Sage leading the charge, it’s a tale of friendship triumphing over adversity, served up with rich harmonies and a spirit “as big as the West itself.” Through heroic teamwork, a creative heist, and a dash of musical nostalgia, the Riders help an old friend reclaim his home, echoing the enduring values of loyalty and courage that define the genre.