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Thomas Hanley
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Announcer
Countdown for Blast Off. X/5.
Thomas Hanley
4, 3, 2.
Announcer
X minus 1. Fire. From the far horizons of the unknown come tales of new dimensions in time and space. These are stories of the future, adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds. The National Broadcasting Company, in cooperation with Galaxy Science Fiction magazine, presents X Minus one tonight. Gray Flannel Armor. But first, hear this. Everyone knows about and admires Bob Hope's frequent globetrotting trips to entertain our servicemen in far flung corners of the earth. But have you ever wondered what it would be like to actually travel halfway around the world with one of America's greatest comedians accompanied by an all star troupe of entertainers? For this past Christmas, Bob Hope and company set out on a 12 day tour of the Far east, entertaining servicemen in Honolulu, Okinawa, Korea and Japan. And NBC's monitor went along with microphones open all the way. This weekend you'll find yourself a voyager on this exciting trip along with Bob, Jane Mansfield, Hedda Hopper and Jerry Colonna as Monitor broadcasts highlights from Operation Entertainment. And this is only part of the top variety of information and entertainment Monitor brings you all weekend long, beginning Friday night. So start your weekend right with Monitor on Friday night and stay with Monitor all weekend long for celebrities, music, news and sports over most of these same NBC radio stations. Now, X minus one and part one of Gray Flannel Armor.
Thomas Hanley
My name is Thomas Hanley, and my case history is of particular interest to anthropologists, sociologists and students of the bazaar. In its humble way, it serves as an example of one of the more obscure mating customs of the late 20th century. To begin with, I owned several gray flannel suits and many slim neckties with regimental stripes. Millions of us roam the streets of our great cities, footsteps firm and hurried, eyes front, voices lowered, dress to the point of invisibility. But inside, inside I fairly seethed with romantic ideas of swinging cutlasses, of beautiful damsels, their hair shimmering in the moonlight. In short, let's face it, I was a romanticist. But romance is a commodity difficult to come by. In the great cities. Life is too impersonal, too busy, too standardized. This particular Friday night, I returned from my office to my one room apartment and prepared to face another long, dull weekend. Then the doorbell rang.
Joe Morris
Good evening, Mr. Handley.
Thomas Hanley
If you're collecting for something, come back after payday, my friend.
Joe Morris
I am Joe Morris, a representative of the New York Romance Service main offices in the Empire State Building and branches in all five boroughs, Westchester and New Jersey.
Thomas Hanley
You must have the wrong party.
Joe Morris
Oh, no, Mr. Hanley. We're out to serve lonely people. And that means you don't deny it. Now, why else would you be sitting home on a Friday night?
Thomas Hanley
Well, the fact is you're lonely.
Joe Morris
And it's our business and our pleasure to serve you.
Thomas Hanley
Serve me with what?
Joe Morris
A bright, sensitive, good looking fellow like yourself needs girls.
Thomas Hanley
Girls.
Joe Morris
Nice girls. Now, these young ladies I was referring to, Mr. Handley, are not professionals. They are sweet, normal, romantically inclined young ladies. But they are lonely. There are many lonely girls in our city, Mr. Henley.
Thomas Hanley
Oh, yes. Yes, I suppose there are. Funny, you. You never think of it that way. I mean, if you're not a girl. True, true.
Joe Morris
Now, the purpose of the New York Romance Service is to bring young people together under suitable circumstances.
Thomas Hanley
Oh. Oh, I see. A kind of. You'll pardon the expression, a kind of friendship club.
Joe Morris
I should say not. We at the New York Romance have done what should have been done years ago. We have applied scientific precision and technological know how to a thorough study the factors essential to a successful meeting between the sexes.
Thomas Hanley
Factors? What factors?
Joe Morris
The most vital ones, my friend, are spontaneity and a sense of fatedness.
Thomas Hanley
Oh, well, spontaneity and fate are contradictory terms.
Joe Morris
Certainly romance, by its very nature must be composed of contradictory elements. We have graphs to prove it.
Thomas Hanley
Are you saying that you sell romance?
Joe Morris
The very article. The pure and pristine substance itself. Mind you, I didn't say love. I didn't say common animal passion. I said romance. The missing ingredient, Mr. Handley, in modern society, the spice of life, the vision of all the ages. That is what we sell.
Thomas Hanley
Very interesting. If I'm ever in the market, I'll get in touch with you.
Joe Morris
Just a minute, sir. Try our system for a few days, absolutely free of charge. Here, put this in your lapel.
Thomas Hanley
Oh, well, what? Well, what is this thing? It looks like a small transistor radio with a tiny video eye.
Joe Morris
As it happens, it is a small transistor radio with a tiny video eye.
Thomas Hanley
Oh. What does it do?
Joe Morris
You'll see. Just give it a try. Remember, romance is sponsored by our firm. Are fated spontaneous, aesthetically satisfying and morally justifiable?
Thomas Hanley
Well, all right, Mr. Morris, I'll accept the free trial offer. Wear this in my lapel. You say in the lapel. All right, there it is.
Joe Morris
Happy romance. Mr. Henley.
Announcer
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Thomas Hanley
After Joe Morris left me, I took off my gray flannel jacket and examined the small device attached to my lapel. It had no knobs or controls. It didn't seem to do anything at all. I shrugged, put my jacket on again, tightened the Windsor knot in my tie and went for a walk. It was a clear, cool night. Like most nights in my life, it was a perfect time for romance. Around me lay the city, infinite in its possibilities and rich in its promise. But it was devoid of fulfillment. Nothing ever happened. I passed lighted apartment buildings and thought of the women behind the high blank windows looking down and seeing a lonely walker on the dark streets wondering about me, maybe as I was wondering about them.
Narrator
Nice to be on the roof of a building to look down on the city.
Thomas Hanley
Huh? Huh? Who said that? I wonder. Oh, sure, this transistor thing. Hey, what was that you said about a roof? Oh, I guess it isn't two way. It's not a bad idea though. Would be kind of pleasant to look down on the city lights.
Narrator
No, not that one.
Thomas Hanley
What's wrong? Oh, sure. Wrong building. You mean this one over here? No answer again. Well, must be the right one this time. At least I hope so. I walked into the lobby and I remember thinking how you had to hand it to New York Romances. They seemed to know what they were doing. I took the self service elevator to the top floor. From there I walked up a flight of stairs to the roof. Well, the air smells good up here at least.
Narrator
No, not that side. The west side.
Thomas Hanley
Okay. I hope you know what you're doing. I certainly don't. This turns out to be some sort of joke, I'll.
Narrator
Oh, hello.
Thomas Hanley
Oh, I'm I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude.
Narrator
You're not intruding.
Thomas Hanley
Well, I. I didn't see you at first. There in the shadows.
Narrator
I know. The lights. Mention the lights.
Thomas Hanley
Oh, those. Those lights. The lights of the city down there. They're beautiful.
Narrator
Yes. Like a great carpet of stars. Or spear points in the gloom. Like sentinels keeping eternal vigil in the night.
Thomas Hanley
Like sentinels keeping eternal vigil in the night.
Narrator
Take her in your arms.
Thomas Hanley
Take her. What a mistake. Come here to me.
Narrator
Yes.
Thomas Hanley
Yes. As she was melting in my arms, I caught sight of the small transistor set pinned to her shoulder strap. The one exactly like the one in my lapel. You can't help feeling a little odd about a romantic meeting set up and sponsored by transistor radios. I could visualize a million young men in gray flannel suits roaming the streets in response to barely heard commands from a million tiny radios. I tried to forget my doubts. The next night, I took another walk and found myself in a slum section of the city. I decided I'd made a mistake and started to turn around.
Narrator
Why not walk on?
Thomas Hanley
You want me to walk down this alley? Oh. Well.
Narrator
Help.
Thomas Hanley
Help.
Announcer
Oh.
Thomas Hanley
Oh. Good night. Two muggers after a girl. I better look for a policeman.
Narrator
Why do that? You can handle this.
Thomas Hanley
No, no, no. A policeman can do it a lot better.
Narrator
No, you must do it now.
Thomas Hanley
But there's two men. They're probably armed.
Narrator
You can do it.
Thomas Hanley
Oh.
Narrator
Oh.
Thomas Hanley
Well, here goes. Now, wait a minute.
Narrator
Go over. You nuts?
Thomas Hanley
Oh. There. Take that.
Narrator
Ah.
Announcer
That'll teach you to harm a helpless girl.
Narrator
You. You saved me. You saved my life. I had to come.
Thomas Hanley
I had to come.
Narrator
Yes, I know. Take her in your arms.
Thomas Hanley
Yes, I. I swept her into my arms and we embraced there in the darkened alleyway. As I held her close, my cheek brushed a shining jewel in her raven black hair. I had to look twice to recognize it. But sure enough, it was a tiny transistor receiver just like mine. I was suddenly angry. Oh, the girl was lovely. There was no denying that. And the circumstances were undeniably romantic. Until you realized that it was all a kind of cheap play. Faded and spontaneous. That was a joke. Angrily, I tore the transistor from my lapel and threw it into the nearest garbage can. I stalked away into the night, hardly realizing where I was going. I didn't really wake up until I reached the waterfront. I stood there looking at the oily black water and left the brackish scented breeze fan my face. And then Unexpectedly, I was aware of another person nearby. The moon slid from behind a cloud and her auburn tinted hair caught its light and held it for a moment. She turned her face toward me with frank curiosity. At this time, there was no transistor radio to throw me a cue. I didn't need one. It's a nice night. Maybe.
Narrator
Maybe not.
Thomas Hanley
The beauty is there, if you care to see it.
Narrator
What a strange thing to say.
Thomas Hanley
Is it? Is it really so strange? Is it strange that I'm here at this very moment and that you're here, too?
Narrator
Perhaps not. No, perhaps not.
Thomas Hanley
Let me look at you. You're really beautiful, you know.
Narrator
Am I?
Thomas Hanley
You know you are You. You're lovely.
Narrator
Do you really like me?
Thomas Hanley
Like you? If I could only tell you.
Narrator
Oh, I'm so glad. You see, I'm your free introductory romance given you as a sample by Greater Romance Industries. What with home offices in Newark, New Jersey. You see, only our firm offers romances which are truly spontaneous and fated.
Thomas Hanley
Spontaneous and fated?
Narrator
Due to our technological researches, we are able to dispense with such clumsy apparatus as transistor radios and. Sir, where are you going?
Thomas Hanley
I was sick and disgusted. After that, there were several other attempts to get in touch with me, but I ignored them. I wanted no more to do with the romance game. In a couple of days, I called up a twittering aunt of mine and she arranged a blind date for me with the daughter of one of her oldest friends. The blind date was a nice, friendly girl with plain, mousy brown hair. We were introduced in my aunt's living room and we sat out on her sun porch and talked.
Narrator
So you're Tom Hanley.
Thomas Hanley
Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.
Narrator
Your aunt has told me a lot about you. You work in advertising, don't you?
Thomas Hanley
Yes. Yes, that's right. Madison Avenue.
Narrator
Oh, I think that's thrilling. Advertising. I mean, it's such an. An interesting field.
Thomas Hanley
Well, we. We like to think so.
Narrator
Yes, I imagine you do. All right.
Thomas Hanley
Seems like it's warmer this evening, doesn't it?
Narrator
Yes, it is. Although I don't mind the cooler weather so much. Lots of people complain about it, but I don't mind.
Thomas Hanley
Well, I don't either, I guess, as long as you're dressed for it.
Narrator
Yes, I suppose that's the secret.
Thomas Hanley
Oh, I was just thinking. Do you like bowling?
Narrator
I don't know. I've never bowled.
Thomas Hanley
Oh.
Narrator
Do you like tennis? I'm crazy about tennis.
Thomas Hanley
Well, tennis is all right. Yeah, I guess you could say tennis is fine.
Narrator
I'm crazy about it.
Thomas Hanley
Well, all Right. So it wasn't romantic. At least it wasn't at first. But there must have been something about it. We began to hit it off and we had more dates and one thing led to another and the first thing you know. Darned if we didn't get married. Yes, that's the story of my courtship. Of course, it isn't the whole story. At least if you're making a case history. You have to know the important things. And to my mind, one of the most important of all happened after we were married. We bought a nice little house out near my aunt's and settled down in it. Then one Saturday morning, I was out cutting the lawn. Hi there.
Announcer
Did you.
Thomas Hanley
Did you say something? I said hi.
Joe Morris
Don't you remember me? Joe Morris?
Narrator
Oh.
Thomas Hanley
Oh, sure. New York Romances. Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Morris, but you better take me off the list. I'm. I'm married now.
Joe Morris
Certainly. I know all about it. Congratulations.
Announcer
Oh, thanks.
Joe Morris
I mean, I know all about the way it happened. Introduced by your aunt talking on the sun porch. Corny old fashioned stuff. And now, don't get me wrong, I'm not knocking it quite the contrary. Do you know what we down at New York Romancers call this?
Thomas Hanley
No, what?
Joe Morris
Hanley's Mode. We studied you. A lot of commercial possibilities there. We've got it down on graphs. Effects of embarrassment on the psyche, the role of the ant in American courtship. The whole works.
Thomas Hanley
What are you talking about?
Joe Morris
New York Romancers, what else? We've got a new service. It's called the Old Fashioned Plan. The what? We provide bonded ants for young men to call up. We even have the ant walk into the sun parlor at unexpected intervals with a plate of cookies or something, they say. The suspense becomes almost overpowering. Like our motto always said, spontaneity and a sense of fadedness. It never misses, my boy. Never misses.
Announcer
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Joe Morris
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Announcer
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Podcast Title: Relic Radio Sci-Fi (Old Time Radio)
Host/Author: RelicRadio.com
Episode: Gray Flannel Armor
Release Date: February 3, 2025
"Gray Flannel Armor," a captivating episode from the X Minus One series, delves into the life of Thomas Hanley, a quintessential romantic trapped in the monotony of modern urban existence. Adapted from Finn O'Donovan's work and brought to life by William Welch, this narrative masterfully blends elements of romance and subtle science fiction, exploring the interplay between technology and human emotions.
Thomas Hanley, embodying the archetype of a lonely urbanite, introduces himself as someone yearning for genuine romance amidst a sea of gray flannel suits and standardized living. His internal monologue sets the stage for his dissatisfaction with the impersonal city life:
"Millions of us roam the streets of our great cities, footsteps firm and hurried, eyes front, voices lowered, dress to the point of invisibility. But inside, inside I fairly seethed with romantic ideas of swinging cutlasses, of beautiful damsels, their hair shimmering in the moonlight."
— Thomas Hanley [03:02]
One fateful Friday night, Hanley's routine is interrupted by Joe Morris from the New York Romance Service. Morris presents a seemingly benevolent solution to Hanley's loneliness—introducing him to a technologically advanced matchmaking system. The conversation unfolds with Morris emphasizing the scientific approach to romance:
"We have applied scientific precision and technological know-how to thoroughly study the factors essential to a successful meeting between the sexes."
— Joe Morris [05:22]
Hanley, initially skeptical, is enticed by the offer of a free trial device—a small transistor radio with a "tiny video eye"—which Morris promises will revolutionize his romantic prospects.
"You'll see. Just give it a try. Remember, romance is sponsored by our firm. Are fated spontaneous, aesthetically satisfying and morally justifiable?"
— Joe Morris [06:35]
Accepting the device, Hanley embarks on what appears to be a promising new chapter in his quest for romance.
As Hanley explores the capabilities of his new device, he encounters a seemingly perfect romantic scenario orchestrated by the Romance Service. On a subsequent night, guided by the transistor device, Hanley meets a mysterious woman in a darkened alleyway. The encounter is orchestrated to appear spontaneous and fated:
"Like sentinels keeping eternal vigil in the night."
— Narrator [11:04]
However, the illusion shatters when Hanley discovers that both he and the woman are being manipulated by identical transistor devices. Realizing the contrived nature of their meeting, Hanley's disillusionment leads him to reject the artificial romance:
"Angrily, I tore the transistor from my lapel and threw it into the nearest garbage can."
— Thomas Hanley [12:50]
Determined to seek genuine connections, Hanley opts for a traditional blind date arranged by his aunt. This encounter, devoid of technological interference, blossoms into a sincere relationship, offering Hanley the authentic romance he so deeply desires.
Just as Hanley begins to embrace his newfound happiness, Joe Morris reappears, revealing that the Romance Service had been monitoring Hanley's interactions for their commercial gains. Morris introduces an updated service, "Old Fashioned Plan," which blends traditional matchmaking with minimal technological assistance:
"Due to our technological researches, we are able to dispense with such clumsy apparatus as transistor radios."
— Joe Morris [19:04]
Hanley's frustration culminates in Morris acknowledging the commercial potential of Hanley's genuine relationship, branding it as "Hanley's Mode." This revelation underscores the tension between authentic human connections and commodified romance.
Thomas Hanley [03:02]:
"My name is Thomas Hanley, and my case history is of particular interest to anthropologists, sociologists and students of the bazaar."
Joe Morris [05:22]:
"The most vital ones, my friend, are spontaneity and a sense of fatedness."
Narrator [11:04]:
"Like sentinels keeping eternal vigil in the night."
Thomas Hanley [12:50]:
"Angrily, I tore the transistor from my lapel and threw it into the nearest garbage can."
Joe Morris [19:04]:
"Due to our technological researches, we are able to dispense with such clumsy apparatus as transistor radios."
"Gray Flannel Armor" explores the dichotomy between technology-assisted relationships and authentic human connections. It critiques the commodification of romance, highlighting how technological interventions can undermine genuine emotional bonds. The narrative also touches on themes of autonomy, the search for meaning in urban life's anonymity, and the resilience of human desire for true connection.
Hanley's journey reflects a broader commentary on societal tendencies to seek convenience and efficiency, even at the expense of sincerity and depth in personal relationships. The story serves as a cautionary tale about the potential pitfalls of allowing technology to mediate fundamental human experiences.
"Gray Flannel Armor" is a thought-provoking episode that seamlessly blends romance with speculative elements, offering listeners a rich narrative that resonates with contemporary issues surrounding technology and human interaction. Through Thomas Hanley's experiences, the story invites introspection about the nature of love and the means by which we seek to fulfill it in an increasingly mechanized world.
This episode of X Minus One, produced by the NBC Radio Network in cooperation with Galaxy Science Fiction magazine, exemplifies the golden age of radio dramas, offering timeless narratives that continue to engage and inspire.