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Casey, Crime Photographer: Hot New Year’s Eve Party (Encore) (EP4589)
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Today's Mystery: Casey and Ann begin the New Year by looking into an arson/murder and the related kidnapping of a college professor. Original Air Date: January 1, 1948 Originating in New YorkStarring Staats Cotsworth as Casey Support the show...
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Adam Graham
From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham inviting you to enjoy these New Year's themed encores that come from various points in our podcast history. The episodes are older and as such, many of the offers or information contained therein may not currently be accurate unless it's also reflected on our Great Detectives website. But now enjoy today's encore and have a happy New year. Welcome to the Great Detectives of Old Time Radio. From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham. If you have a comment, email it to me. Box13reatdetectives.net Follow us on Twitter at radiodetectives and become one of our friends on Facebook, facebook.com radiodetectives and check out our Instagram instagram.com greatdetectives Today's program is brought to you in part by the financial support of our listeners. You can support the program on a one time basis at support.greatdetectives.net and become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month. Just go to patreon.govgreatdetives.net but now it's time for this week's episode of Casey Crime Photographer. Now we're skipping over the Christmas episode and we'll come back to it when we're closer to the holidays. But now we're going to bring you today's episode of Casey Crime Photographer. Now I'm skipping over the Christmas episode. We'll come back to that in about three months. But the original air date on this week's episode is January 1, 1948 and the title is Hot New Year Party.
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Tony Marvin
The Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you Crime Photographer. Happy New Year, Casey. Happy New Year, Ethelbert. Same deal, Marlin. Hey, you know this 1948 is going to be a great year. Why so? But don't you know it's leap year. And just what can leap year mean to you? Why, I'm surprised at you, Ethelbert. Don't you know that that means an extra Thursday? The what? The what? That extra Thursday gives me an extra chance to say that Anchor Hawking is the most famous name in. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio and its more than 10,000 employees bring you another adventure of Casey Crime photographer, ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Written by Alonzo Dean Cole. Our adventure for tonight, Hot New Year's Party. Half past nine on the morning of New Year's Day. And to some people, that hour on that day can be very bleak and dismal. Ethelbert, the head bartender of the Blue Note Cafe, is obviously not one of those unfortunate, for we find him in the morning. Oh, what a fool. Beautiful. Hi, Walter. Bring up two more bottles of aspirin. They're going to be our best sellers today. Okay. Oh, what a beautiful. Well, look who's here. Happy New Year, Casey. And the Same to you, Ms. Williams. Hmm. What's the matter with you two? Ask Walter to bring us a couple of cups of coffee, pal. Strong and black. And slip me an aspirin tablet. Make that a double order. Hey Walter, draw two. What's Hermit Chitterson doing here? Practicing at this hour in the morning? He couldn't get home on account of the snow. He slept there all night. Oh, here's some special headache medicine for you to stay out all night. We haven't been stay out all night. I know. Like good sensible folks, you left the party early, just before daylight. Then you got all of a hour's sleep before you had to come to work on an 8am shift. A wise guy, Auntie. Yeah, you should have been like me. I wasn't on duty last night, but did I spend my leisure time in idle revelry? I did not. At 12 o'clock, my sister Edna and me wished one another a Happy New Year over a glass of good healthful milk. Then I retired and enjoyed a fine refreshing sleep. So on this beautiful morning you find me full of vim, vigor and vitamins. Have another aspirin on the house. Shall I kill this guy quickly? And listen. Vim, vigor and vitamins. The reason Ms. Williams and I feel beat up is that ever since a few minutes after we reported for work this morning, we've been inhaling smoke. Smoke. There was another warehouse fire this morning near Chatham Circle. That's the only New Year's party we've attended and it was a red hot one too. Bad fire, huh? Yeah, plenty bad. Oh, here's Walter with that coffee. Oh, thanks, Walter. Happy New Year, employees at Walker Boy. Thanks, Walter. Okay. Your papers kind of hinted that them warehouse fires lately have been arson jobs, Ms. Williams. Oh, we're morally certain of it, Ethelbert. And that Jake Schultz is the man behind them. He and his mob make a deal with the owners of them places to split the fire insurance, huh? That's right. That's the racket. Hmm. Skinny Jake Schultz is a pretty smart cookie. I hear neither the cops or the fire inspectors has ever got anything on him. Well, if he's buying the torch job we just covered he is a suspect. So smart as this one lets somebody in for a hot seat rap. What do you mean? The fire was set at night and there was a human being in the building. An old watchman. That means arson in the first degree. The watchman got out all right, but a fireman was killed by falling timbers. And when death is caused through commission of first degree arson, it becomes first degree murder. And a reliable witness says that he saw three men run out of the warehouse a few minutes before the fire was discovered. He's giving the police a first class description of them. Was one of them shoot? No, of course not. Jace doesn't do any firebug stuff himself. One of those three guys is caught and sings, it's just going to be too bad for his boss man. Hannie, how about some more coffee? No, we don't have time, Casey. We've got to get out to Barstow College. Well, there's no hurry about that. Serious city desk wants the dope on Professor Wendell right away. Who's Professor Wendell and what's he doing? Oh, he's a teacher at Barstow College. He went for a walk last night and he hasn't come back. Another professor who shares an apartment with Wendell just returned his disappearance. The Missing Persons Bureau. He thinks the guy has met with foul play. That's right. Well, if we must, we must. Danny, come on, let's get started. Professor Gerber's place. This Professor Gerber's the one who reported the mysterious vanishing of this Professor Wendell? That's right. After we waste our time with him, Wendell will undoubtedly show up with a perfectly good reason for staying out all night. Well, I'm perfectly willing to waste time on such cases. Today, I'd like to start the New year safely. Me too, Annie, me too. To establish a precedent for 1948. No jams and no trouble. Nothing but peace, sweetness and light. Instead of just a hope, why don't you two make that a New Year's resolution? Well, that's a good idea, pal. Excellent. We hear highly resolved that for the coming year and starting now, no jams, no trouble, nothing but peace, sweetness and life. Professor Wendell and I have shared this apartment for over five years, Ms. Williams. Ever since he lost his wife. I know him. And I'm certain he wouldn't stay out all night without notifying me. If he was able to do so. When did you see him last, Professor Gerber? He attended a New Year party at the Teacher's Club. A most decorous affair, I assure you. Shortly after toasting the arrival of the New Year with a glass of sherry. He left saying he was going to take a bus to Chatham Circle. Chatham Circle? He liked to wander around there. That's a tough neighborhood. I know it. Mr. Casey and I have repeatedly warned Professor Wendell to keep out of such neighborhoods, especially after dark. But to him, they were most interesting because of the criminal element. He out there, he was interested in the criminal element? Very much so. Frankly, instead of the brilliant authority on ancient civilizations, which Professor Wendell has been for many years, I am certain that he would rather have been a private detective. An amateur Sherlock Holmes. He most particularly admires a fictional character called Dr. Thorndike. Casey. If he was snooping around Chatham Circle early this morning, he may have seen something he wasn't supposed to see. That warehouse fire was started early this morning, Annie. The warehouse fire. Look, will you give us a description of your friend Professor Gerber? Clarence Wendell is a small man, about 5ft 3, I should say. And he weighed not more than 130 pounds. He had light blue eyes, thin gray hair and wears gold rimmed spectacles. Last night he wore a dark blue overcoat. Black. Casey. Professor, did you give that description to the cops when you reported him missing? Oh, of course. I gave them a photograph of Clarence and it didn't mean anything to them. Mean anything? Well, it exactly fits a witness description of one of three men who ran out of the Chatham Circle warehouse early this morning just before it caught on fire. I. I don't understand. A Missing Persons Bureau men who talked to Professor Gerber wouldn't necessarily know about that arson business, Annie. Oh, no, that's right. It's being handled by the Homicide squad. Will you please explain? Now, there's more important things to do first, professor, if you don't mind. Where's your phone? I want to call Captain Logan of Homicide and get him to check with Missing Persons right away. That's all you're going to do, Casey. Just phone. Remember our New Year's resolution, Casey? I got hold of that warehouse witness right after you phoned me. When he looked at the photograph missing person's head of Professor Wendell, he identified it immediately. Wendell was the little guy he saw coming out of the warehouse open, right? Yeah, between the two other men. He hasn't been able to identify the others Pictures in our criminal file. The witness saw Wendell between the other guys. Yeah, now he recalls. They had both had a grip on the little man's arms. Well, when Professor Wendell was playing detective last night, he accidentally stumbled onto the arsons while they were Setting the fire. And they kidnapped him to keep him quiet. That's the way it looks, Ms. Williams. It doesn't help us find Wendell or the firebug. Well, like the fire inspectors, you think that Jake Schultz mob is behind. Sure. But suspicion and proof are very different things. We haven't a single lead to work on. Professor Wendell's a definite lead. He's a definite complication. Huh? If two of Shultz's torches put the snatch on him this morning because he caught him setting a fire, they probably bumped him off by now. Logan, I don't think Professor Wendell has been bumped off. Why, Casey, the gang won't dare let him live if he saw what we think he did. Or they'll give him the works eventually. Eddie, Jake Schultz is going to do a whole lot of thinking before he okays a murder that would hit the front pages. And stay there, Logan. Jake's in the fire business, but he does his best to avoid strong heat. Yeah, I'll have Skinny Jake and his mob brought in. We'll force information out of it. Ah, you won't force anything out of Jake or his mob that's been tried before. Do you know of anything else we can try? I can try something. You? Yes. Why? I'll have to keep to myself. There can't be any cops in the picture, Logan. Meaning you know some crook who might be persuaded to spill. Meaning you ask no questions and I answer none now or later. Okay. Help me find Professor Wendell alive and you can write your own ticket. Atta boy, Logan. Thank you. I'll get started right away. Now, stick around your office here and I'll phone you after I make my contact. I'll be near the phone. Oh, I'm going with you. See you later, Captain. Okay, Ms. Williams. And carry your luckiest horseshoe, Casey. Yeah, I guess I'll need it, pal. What are you gonna do, Casey? Annie, I'm gonna leave you as soon as we reach the street door. Not unless you tell me what this is all about. Look, kid, I can't tell anybody. Well, then I'll trail you. Well, if you do, you may wreck the one chance of finding Professor Wendell alive. Okay, well, just tell me one thing. Off the record. Where you going? Completely off the record, Annie? Mick Morrow's Tavern. Well, the Schultz mob hangs out at Nick Morrow's. Jake Schultz owns the place. Yeah, Casey, you'll be sticking your neck out down there. Quite a few of the mob know you. Schultz knows you. I'll be okay, honey. Maybe. Resolutions are so easily broken, Casey. We should Only have hoped for a Safe and Sane 1948. Today, a lot of you probably met jadeitenoware for the first time because jadeite is the perfect solution to the problem raised by an unusually large number of guests. Jadeite cups and sauces, jadeite dessert plates and salad plates. Jadeite dinner plates, soup plates, vegetable bowls and platters are as lovely as chinese porcelain, but they're as heat proof as the fire king oven glass you use for baking. Yet they're so inexpensive that you can buy all the extra pieces you need for entertaining without making a dent in your budget. For example, jadeite cups and sauces cost only 15 cents for the two pieces, and you can buy a complete 35 seat dinner service for six for less than $5. Now, you'll find jadeite dinnerware at chain stores, hardware stores, department stores and all other stores selling chinaware and glass. Ask for jadeite by name. Now it's spelled J, A D E I T E, Jadeite. Newest triumph of anger hocking the most famous name in class. No, Fred monahan ain't in the back room, Casey. Ain't been in a joint at all today. Well, I'll stick around, Nick. You'll probably be in later. Give me a beer, will you? Okay. Bar to a big new year's business last night, Nick. I can't complain. You still running with the cops, Casey? Dick, I don't know what you mean. I'm a newspaper guy. Sure, sure, I know. Here's your beer. Thanks, Nick. What do you want to see Rhett monhan about? If it's any of your business, Nick, I want to thank him for the christmas car. He said you've been waiting here over an hour for me, Casey. That's okay, Rhett. Oh, it ain't okay. You're one guy I wouldn't keep waiting for no reason. Well, I'd like to sit down here. Go to that corner table there and we can talk privately. Yeah, okay. Hey, Nick, we're gonna sit down. Bring me and me pal Casey a drink. Okay, Red. Come on, Casey. It's good to see you. Can't take a lot off your face. Now, what's on your mind? Could I ask a favor of you, red? Favor? Yeah. I owe you a debt, fella, when I can't ever pay. My only kid would be dead if it wasn't for you. She'll never forget how you pulled her out of the river when she was drowning. Here's your drinks. Oh, thanks, Nick. That's all, Nick. Thanks, Tommy. What can I do for you? Casey. And I'll give it to you quick and straight. Red. I want Professor Wells. I don't know what you're talking about. If you do, I know how close you are to children. I give him a word that the cops don't know and won't know that I'm talking to you. All I want is that little professor and I want him alive. I ain't got this slightest, lady. What you driving at, pal? I swear I ain't say you owe me a debt writ. Under ordinary circumstances, that's a debt that only a heel would try to collect. But under these circumstances, I asked Wendell's life in exchange for your kid. I get it because he's been killed. No, he ain't been killed. I tell you. I don't know anything about him. Can't lie to me. Look, you're a crook, but you're not a murderer. If you don't tell me where to find Professor Wendell, you'll be committing murder right now just as surely as though you held a gun to the guy's head. I ain't even seen that guy, Casey. I won't see him. You know what I mean. Keep your nose clean, fellow. I ain't no squealer. I don't rat. You're ratting. On his death. You owe me a life. Okay, Casey, you come in clean with you. But I had no part in anything that happened this morning. Where is the professor being kept? In an old house out in Bristol Road while Schultz makes up his mind when and how to pump him off. Where? On Bristol Road, east of Old Turnpike. Third farmhouse on the right hand side. Third farmhouse on the right? Yeah. Now get out of here, Katie. It's curtains for me if the mob finds out that I told him. Nobody will ever find it out from me, Red. Thanks a million and so on. So I. What's the matter? So came out of the back room and took guys with a mob. Hello, Red. Hi, Jake. Hi, Maury. How's Mick? Sam? Yeah. Hi, Jason. I haven't seen you for a long time. Well, I haven't been around your way, Schultz. Nick told me a while ago that you were waiting here for our pal Red. Knowing how he feels about you on account of his kid I signed the come over. Been the back way. Uh huh. I've been sitting in the back room listening through the wall. Listening. You heard? Yeah, plenty. Walk into that back room, both of you, your hands in sight. Get going. Okay now. Got a car in the alley and you two dopes are getting into it. You Going to do to it, Jake? Yes. Can't you r? Yeah, it ain't going to take. Don't shoot, guys. It might bring the cop this. Casey's getting my depth. No, he isn't. You got him with your blackjack. Yeah, Casey's out of the picture now. Red, I got right on the control sink. What happen? Anyway, I'm doing just that. Now. They're both not cold. Yeah, but not cold enough. And Murray? Put him in the car, Sam, and we'll all go for a ride. There's a good spot. Sam, stop the car. Okay, boss. All right. This is the end of the ride for you and Casey. Hey, they can't hear you, Jake. Huh? When you sock them back in Nick's joint. You done an A1 job. Still out, eh? And how. All right, pull them out of the car and roll them into the ditch here. Yeah. Give me your hand, Sam. Hey, Mor. Now get back in the driver's seat, Sam. You Marie. Give me your slug through the head. Me? Yes, you heard me. Hey, you're afraid of killing, ain't you, Jake? Oh, I'm not afraid of it. I've just been smart enough to keep myself and you guys clear of it. Now we. Well, we've got no choice. But you want someone else to do it, I'll do it. If you haven't got the guts, get back in the car. That suits me fine. Hey, what are you getting into? I'll shoot from here, Sam. Get ready to step on the gas when I do. It's in the private row. I'll be ready. I got the bustle gear and my foot on the clutch. Let them guys in the ditch have it, Jake. All right, I. I'm letting them have it. Hey, a car's coming, boss, from behind. I see it. Get away, Sam. I'm kidding. You only shot one guy, Jake. I can't do any more shooting now. Get away from that car behind us, Sam. Get away. Well, you certainly had that lucky horseshoe with you, Casey. He found Red Monahan lying beside you in the ditch with a bullet through his chest. You only had an excised lump on the back of your head. Oh, Casey didn't get off so easy. Captain Logan. He was unconscious for almost two hours after he was brought to this hospital. The doc says he's all right now, Ms. William. Yeah, sure. I didn't know. Yes. Mixed girls were wrecked. Uh. Oh. Oh, he's gonna pull through. Luck didn't get him in a vital spot. Oh, I'm glad of that. Fled's more Than a half right guy. Much more. But you want to know what happened? Take it easy, pal. You were delirious for a while after they brought you here and you did a lot of talking. You kept saying that Red Monahan had told you that Professor Wendell gave more trouble in house. The Bowl Turnpike dirt, farmhouse and the rifle. Said all that when I was out? Over and over. Well, then you went to Bristol Road and found the professor. And our guys went there, pal, but too late. The old from the men. William evidently knew they hadn't heard. They lost no time in taking Professor Wendle away. He found the house empty. Haven't any idea where they've taken it. Well, you found a possible lead in that Bristol Road farmhouse cabin. Go ahead. Showcase lead. That thing's no lead, Ms. Williams. It barely proves that Professor Wendell was in the house. What if I. Look, he found a belt. A belt with Professor Wendell's initials on the buckle. Now take a look, pal. Ms. Williams insists that these cuts in the edges of the belt mean something. Well, they're. They're fresh cuts. Cases. When we found the belt in a room where Wendell was probably held prisoner, we figured that those cuts might be some sort of a tip off about where he'd been taken from there. It hasn't worked out that way. Funny cuts, aren't they? Some straight, some slanting and irregularly spaced, eh? Wendell knew that an ordinary written message wouldn't help it. The men guarding him would have found it and destroyed it. I'm sure these cuts are a message in code. Our cipher expert at headquarters didn't recognize it as any code. Well, your chief cipher experts were taking New Year's Day off. Captain, the men on duty are apprentices. Does that mean a new case? No, not a thing. Unanimous. They're Greek as far as all of us are concerned. Greek. Annie, wait a minute. Professor Gerbil told us that Wendell was an authority on ancient civilizations. Have you shown this belt to Gerber or whatever his name is? Logan. Oh, but I bold it. All right, we're going to show it to him right now. Casey. Casey, you can't get out of bed. I'm out. Beat it. Annie, come on, let me get dressed. I want to hear what Professor Gerber says when he sees this cut up belt. All right, I'm going, I'm going. You're right, Mr. Casey. The belt conveys a message. It does, Professor? Yes. In the oldest secret code that history records, the ancient Spartans used it to convey secret military information. It is called the Professor Wendell hoped you'd Bring this to me, Captain Logan. He did, eh? He must have. He knew I'd be able to read a citiley. Why are you wrapping that belt around your arm? So that I may be able to decipher its markings, Ms. Williams. You see, to write a Sicily message, the ancients wrapped a strip of papyrus, long and narrow, like this belt, around a staff of predetermined circumference, spirally, with the edge of each spiral joining that of another. Then on the joining edges, they wrote the secret information they wished to impart. When the strip was unwound from staff, nothing but apparently idle markings were visible on its edges. Now the belt is completely wound about my arm. See this message place? No, not to me. All I see is that the edges of the cut meat, but the cuts form letters. Kept Greek letters. Greek, Logan. Ann knows. She's been to college. What do they say in rough translation? They are taking me to Diana's house. Diana's house? Diana was the Roman name for the Greek goddess Artemis. Say, I'm not a shark on the classics, but I get it. So do I, Logan. Well, I don't. Neither do I, Professor Gerber. Annie, the name of Skinny Jake Schultz's best gal friend is Diana. And to get away from the classics entirely, it's Diana McGillicuddy. I never thought Schultz would take Wendell to such an obvious hideout, Casey. Neither did I, Logan. Which means Schultz has been smarter than we are. Well, all right, let's go. All set, Captain Logan. We have the joints surrounded. Men are ready to break in from all sides, Sergeant, as soon as they hear your whistle, sir. I'll hear that as soon as I get to the front door. Now, you stay there, Casey. Oh, no. I got a little personal matter to settle with Skinny Jake Schultz. I got a hunch he's in Diana's house. You should still be in the hospital. You say all right, but I'm not. Okay, blow your whistle, pal. I haven't got time to argue with you. Hit the gate, guys. You're coming in from all sides. Pick him up. That means you, Schultz.
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Adam Graham
Oh, no.
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Tony Marvin
You're not gonna take me. You're wrong, Jake. Oh, Casey. I owed him that KO Logan. And I owe these other two mugs something, too. No, no, we've given up. Lay it off, Casey. Let me go, Logan. Let me go. Cut it. This is a police job. You can take the pictures, but you can't make em. All right, but I want good shots with Professor Wendell in them. Where is Wendell, you bug? He ain't been hiked he's down in the cellar, Sergeant. Bring him up. I'll get my camera set. You can't take pictures of the professor for the newspapers. Hey, not for decent newspapers. Why not you? Oh, I kind of. Because some way the professor lost the belt that kept his pants up. Yeah, and. And then some way he lost his pants. We'll join the crowd of the Blue Note in just a moment. You know, tonight we're nearing the end of the holiday season and to those of you who are exhausted, here's a suggestion. A good hot cup of coffee which you can prepare in an instant, without fuss, without work and without waiting even a minute. Now, I'm talking about soluble coffee. The amazing scientific discovery which makes really delicious coffee available at a moment's notice. Now all you need is a cup, a spoon and a glass jar. The sanitary, convenient Anchor glass jar in which most of the better packets of soluble coffee bring you their products. The Anchor glass jar opens quickly and simply. There's no trouble in measuring, no waste from spilling. And even more important, glass jars protect the flavor and freshness of soluble coffee against moisture long after they're open. You'll be delighted by the delicious soluble coffees now on the market. Particularly those that come to you in convenient Anchor glass containers sealed with anchor caps. Both products of Anchor Hocking, the most famous name in glass. Them pictures you took of Professor Wendell after he was rescued was very different. Casey. The first time I ever saw pictures of a college professor wrapped in a blanket, he looks just like an Indian. Professor Wendell didn't like to have him taken that way. Ethelbert. Even though Casey was responsible for his rescue, he was kind of burned up. Yeah, he wasn't as burned up as Jake Schultz and his hired fireplugs are going to be. No, they're facing murder and kidnapping charges and with plenty of evidence to back them up as the result of Casey busting some nice New Year's resolutions. Ms. Williams? Yeah, a safe and sane 1948. You started swell. Happy New Year. Happy New Year to you. Let's enlarge the idea. And no kidding, you've got something there, Ethelbert. All right, all together. Happy New Year to everyone. Happy New Year to everyone. Excuse me. Crime Photographer starring Stotts Cotsworth as Casey is brought to you each Thursday by the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation, makers of Fire King oven glass, Anchor glass containers, anchor caps and closures, all products of Anchor Hocking, the most famous name in glass.
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Adam Graham
Welcome back. The math of Tony Marvin was a bit off because the episode was airing on a Thursday. There would be 53 Thursdays in the year, regardless of whether it was a leap year or not. As Dr. Joe Webb pointed out at bluenotebulletin.blogspot.com he was also wrong because Anchor Hawking would end its sponsorship of Casey Crime Photographer in March, and that would lead to a lot of different personnel changes on the show. Dr. Webb also notes that this was a script reuse of a program from May 29th of 1945, degree of arson. So a lot of the New Year's trappings were added into this script. It's got a definite enough amount of New Year's related items that you'll hear it replayed on our one of our New Year's replay specials, though obviously not this year in person. Probably not next year either one of these days. All right, well, listener comments and feedback now and have a comment from Joey. Joey writes in regarding the ending of the episode the New Will. This episode does make you wonder just how a horrible war can cause a person to do dark things, including murder. Well, it definitely does. And you know, sometimes it can be a bit simple in some of the media of the era, but there's no question that being involved in war can be very traumatic for everyone and people deal with it in different ways and some can go to very dark places. I think what's important to acknowledge, of course, for many in the World War II generation, they laid aside a lot of their feelings and tried to put away the memories of that time. So many wouldn't even talk about their wartime experiences. There tends to be, I think, for more modern conflicts, a willingness to acknowledge and try and deal with the issues, although there are still stigmas attached. But thanks so much for the comment, Joey. And now we have a voicemail message. This one comes from M. Who listens to the program over on YouTube and she had a question and a couple comments.
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Tony Marvin
So I just love your radio show. I wanted to know how to support the Detective show. Frequently I look under there and I see if your your list is with Buy me a Coffee or how to support the show. So I asked that in the comments section last night. Anyway, keep it up. I just, I love your work. I honor your work. It's a lot of work. You've been doing it forever and I know you're one of the pioneers. I just want to say thank you. I have cataracts I can't read. I get a hoot out of Johnny$Sam spade. My total favorite is Richard diamond because I love it when Dick Powell sings at the end. I love when he sings at the end. Okay. I just wanted to say a pat on the back.
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Adam Graham
Well, thank you so much for the message. In answer to the question, you can support the program via paypal@support.greatdetectives.net and we also do the Zelle app to box 13 at Great Detectives. And mail to Adam Graham, pillbox 1591315913 Boise, ID 83715 and there are certainly other options out there. There are so many it's hard to keep track of. You know, there's cash app and Venmo and you mentioned buy me a coffee. That's a lot of places to keep track of. So I, I've kind of kept it simple with those three options. Of course we have Patreon as well, patreon.com great detectives.net and I think that I'm just at a point where I try to keep the setup as simple as possible. And if either of the electronic options don't work for anyone, I do encourage them just to use the P.O. box. And thank you so much for your kind comments. And I guess yeah, at this point I am one of the senior Old Time Radio podcasters out there. There were a few that I know of that were before me, Dennis Humphrey and Bob Cammardella. Jim Widner had the Radio Detective Story Hour and he hasn't put out a no episode in about four years. Essentially he worked through like episodes of each major detective series and then went through interesting detective related episodes of Escape and Suspense. And at some point he pretty much done everything that he wanted to do and moved on to other things. But his feed is still, it's still a great resource for all the years it was running. And then Jerry Hindigus, same time, same station. That's one still running. But it's not a podcast. It's streaming over a few different online and I think some terrestrial podcasts as well and over at his own website. So it's really been a privilege to be able to continue to do this just as long as we have been. So thanks so much for your kind comment. Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon Supporter of the day. Thank you to Randy Patreon supporter since June of 2020, currently supporting us at the Seamus level of $4 or more per month. Again, thanks so much for your support. Well, that will do it for today. If you are listening to this on YouTube, be sure to like the video, subscribe to the channel and mark the notification bell. Of course, next Monday, we'll be back with another episode of Casey Crom.
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Tony Marvin
Photographer.
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Adam Graham
Tomorrow, though, listen for a previously uncirculated episode of Jeff Regan, where you were.
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Tony Marvin
Here when it happened. Do I have to go through all that again if I take you to Wilshire and Fairfax? You do. All right. Mind giving me a name? Regan. All right, Regan. I'm Francie. Francie Colby. I'm not used to the name yet. Best wishes. For what? Isn't that what they say when you get married? Yeah. You ever met him? Yeah. In your garden. Doesn't talk much. Hurts that way. What do you want to know, Reagan? When it happened. How they did it. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, boy. I'll tell you my story, and you pick out what you can use. Let's hear it. It was two hours after the ceremony. Everybody was out in the garden for the reception. I don't know where they came from, but there were three of them. What'd they look like? They were tall, war masks. One handled a gun and lined up everybody, and the other two had pillowcases. They went down the line and took everything that glittered. Strictly jewelry. Anything big. 20,000 from the rest of them. I was queen. I was wearing a thing called the Colby Group necklace and bracelet belonging to Bert's mother. What price? 100,000.
- [38:25]
Adam Graham
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