The National Broadcasting Company presents Radio City Playhouse Attraction seventeen.

Here is your director and host on Radio City Playhouse, Harry W.

Jenkin.

Thank you, Bob One, Ladies and gentlemen.

All week long, letters have been pouring in congratulating us on last week's broadcast and thanking John Larkin for his magnificent performance as Lloyd Bruckner.

It's impossible for me to tell you how well how much these letters mean to us.

But on behalf of John Larkin, on behalf of the rest of the play staff, on behalf of Dick McDonough, our supervisor, on behalf of Monroe Lawrence, our brilliant young engineer, and Jerry McGee are invaluable sound man.

A very sincere thanks for writing Tonight we change our pace and offer you a comedy.

The script was written by Ernest Conoy and is this outstanding young author's fourth contribution to the series.

It is called Temporarily Purple and stars and Potoniac and Lamont Johnson.

Here is Radio City Playhouse Attraction seventeen, Temporarily Purple by Ernest Connoy.

High above Midtown, New York, the Center Building towers into the air on the forty eighth floor, high above the street are the offices of the Porpoise Herb Barrett President.

The nap on the carpet is ankled deep, the chromium furniture sits around the office like small metallic spider webs, and the deep dream of peace pervades the reception room, but in the inner offices.

No, I don't care, I say absolutely no, no, no, My resignation will be in as soon as I feel my peasant pain at the.

Risk of a temple negative.

No, not never, gentleman.

Gentleman, no use losing our tempers.

But after all, Misteribbetic Porpois Priss has a reputation.

To I know, yes, I no reputation, but not my chelse gentlemen.

For a month, I've looked at enough read ink to fill every thermometer between here and Seattle.

This company is not only short of funds, bankrupt, deficient and credit, but also flat broke.

On its face.

We have made a profit since we pirated an edition of McKinley's memoirs.

But we have published the most important books in American literary history.

Clifton Federman said Shaw Hymn Show.

York University, awarded US this year's scroll for the best volume of post expressionist, non objective, neo Paleolithic poetry.

Unfortunately, yes, unfortunately, mister Perks, we can't list scrolls under cash assets.

Other trouble with porpoise presses that it it just isn't printing what the public wants to read.

Just look at our spring list.

Through the Upper Zambezi River with gun and camera, a revised list of Colonel George Custer's executive officers in the campaign.

Of eighteen sixties and sixteen.

The life and mating cycle of the Australian that built Platypus.

Brilliant.

But don't you see nobody wants to read a gentleman.

What we need our adventurous stories, blood and thunder, cloak and dagger, dollars and cents.

The public wants historical novels with romance, beautiful women with plunge necklines, wash buckling, swordsman, murder, intrigue.

Yes, well, we better start publishing some of the finance company's going to be around and repossess the rugs we've got to put to publish a best seller.

In the next month, we'll all be on unemployment insurance.

So we haven't had a popular novel on our list since Harriet Beat Your Stone.

Well, then we'll have to make a best seller.

Gentlemen.

Where's that manuscript that came in last week?

And this one Social Customs and Traditions of the French Court under Louis Pilippe.

Color excellent, Intrea exactly.

Now listen, gentlemen, in this manuscript, we've got every detail on one.

Of history's wildest periods.

Now we're going to take this and we're going to make it into the roughest, raciest, wildest novel they hit the bookstands.

What's that?

But the author?

After all?

You don't you worry about the author?

We've got him signed up to one of our regular contracts.

Yes, to accept all editing.

The author can't kick got his name right here on the dotted line.

And see what's the signature.

Michael Ferrell, York University, Billy's Creek, New York.

What's the writing?

Who's going?

I am, gentlemen, get me three stenographers and I'll have it done in a week, temporarily purple.

What's that?

That's that's the title.

That's all I've got.

So far, but a little cell a million copies with the right picture on the cover of five million.

I'll bring on those stenographers, ready, miss.

Barrett, Okay?

Chapter one and a small hut on the outskirts of Versailles, where the sweep of a dying French feudalism splashed vivid colors against.

The ruins of a recent revolution.

There lived a girl whose dark purple beauty flashed amid the.

False swash, he said, panting with emotion.

Louise suspects purple, he said, brushing her scruples aside.

His dark brows, flashing.

I love you.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss.

She fell, her soul melt within her deep purple flashes swam before her eyes, and her senses reeled.

Row of asterisks.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Louis stood rape her in hand, turn sir, or you die.

Swords rang, and the flickering can.

No, no, no, No'm gonna may make that.

Swords clashed, and the flickering candlelight, And somebody give me some black coffee?

Are you.

Here?

Was I?

The ring of steel filled the Parisian night.

Purple's ruffles were stained with a slow creeping crimson.

And no sugar in that coffee fellow.

Then, sweeping down the grand staircase, Purple smiled at the populace and waved her hand.

Come by, dear, said Louis.

The people await their queen.

It's finished, six days, three hours, A masterpiece Temporarily Purple by Michael Farrell.

Somebody get me from bed.

Oh the fantastic.

All right, gentlemen, order please, gentlemen.

I've got the sales reports in for Temporarily Purple tink a list in New York five hundred thousand.

That's Chicago four hundred thousand, Los Angeles three hundred and fifty thousand, Boston won one.

Yeah, the vice squad bought a copy.

They're having a band.

We're all set.

I still don't feel right about it.

Relax, well you Hollywood offered half a million for it.

But the author, that's right, the author, Michael Farrell.

He doesn't know it, but he's written the biggest thing in publishing since Uncle Tom's cabin.

When he gets a load of his royalty checked, Michael Farrell's going to be plenty glad.

His manuscript went to the Porpoise Press.

Where is he?

Where is he?

I just want to get my head hey here, now, let's help him.

So help me here your pardon him, lady.

We're having a conference here.

This is the press.

Yeah, I'm looking for mister Herbert Barrett.

You're sure you're Barrett?

Certainly?

Well, that's just fine.

Hey what I'm Michael Farrell?

Oh this check is uh but you're your girl?

You can't, I can't and I am.

And here's your check in fine, delicate, infinitesimal pieces.

How dare you?

How dare you?

I turned in a careful piece of research on Louis Philippe and you turn it into a cheap, treasy Oh.

If I hadn't signed that contract, I'd sue you for everything, right.

Down to your hearts, farrel.

Can't we talk this over?

Perhaps drink only drink i'd have in your presence, mister Barrett, would be at a wake with you as guest of honor.

After all, I changed it.

Aloo by the only thing left of mine was the date of Louis Philippe's birth and you even changed that from Sunday to Wednesday.

Whoa, I'd horsewhip you, But father's all the buggy.

For a miss.

Don't you give me any more of your slick alibis.

There's only one more thing before I go.

Yes, just this, gentlemen, the author.

Pluck left ye free muck.

Gentlemen, we're in a jam.

You know, she can't sue us, but if the papers find out that we fake that book is going to be plenty of trouble.

And besides, she destroyed a Porpoise press check.

We've been Insulta're right on her ish come from.

We've been definitely sal to.

Mention the soul on the president.

Oh, if she ever spills that story to the press, Clifton Fatimin is gonna laugh us clean out of the algonquin bar.

And Simon will whisper to Shuster, who'll be drummed out of the book of the month.

Horrors, gentlemen, We've got to get busy.

Where's that address here?

It is Michael Farrell, York University of Billis Creek, New York.

Gentlemen, pack your bags.

The Porpoise Press is on the march.

I beg your pardon, sir, Can you show me why?

For Heaven's sake, young man, this is the lie of the York University.

I'm sorry.

I was told I could find a miss Michael Farrell doing some research here.

I want us to be perfect quiet.

You know, I wonder if anybody shouted, there'd never be any worktime.

No, but that's musty hush.

You know I'm looking for miss Way.

Everybody talk, that'd be chaos, just chaos.

Yeah, look, could you tell me why.

We insist upon complete side?

Look I want miss Michael Farrell.

That's setting me nothing to shout about.

She's right over there by the catalog.

Thanks.

Remember now, there's absolutely.

No reason for any collodion s.

Missus Ferrell is.

Oh it's you.

What do you mean by following me?

It's not allow?

This is the library of definitely hush.

You know, haven't you done enough?

What's the idea of coming up here?

I've got an academic reputation to uphold.

Why I ought to slap you?

Not again?

I had enough of that yesterday.

Hey, look, has anybody ever told you pack a mighty wallop for an adequarian h like Samson?

You know, hope it broke your jaw bone?

Oh?

Sure, Samson and the job on him.

And hey, exactly miss a little quiet?

Please?

Oh I'm sorry.

Strange women call me up to accuse me of contributing to juvenile delinquency.

Every day somebody asks if Purple was autobiographical, and a man rode on a bicycle all the way from the home of Falls, Michigan to propose marriage to me.

He's got me confused with Purple and those newspaper reporters.

They keep bothering me to pose in tight dresses.

I'm Windy Hills.

You haven't talked to meet, you haven't told them my name.

No, come on, let's go.

Go What are you talking about?

Go wear what?

Well?

That's the last straw.

You, you egotistical, self centered with.

Herald have warned you twice we simply cannot have noise in the library.

I would not stand for.

I am terribly sorry, mister.

No excuses.

I have taken all that mortal men possibly can stand.

Now you will have to do.

I insist upon perfect silence in the library.

Besides, you've got me positively fevery should all this is this arguing?

Come, come, come, come on.

I'll see you out, and I don't ever want to see you skulking in the library again.

Don't let me catch you even sticking around the magazine.

Right, but I'm miss Ferrell, so far as the library is concerned you have a vicious, communicable tropical plague.

Goodbye.

Oh no, I haven't say, don't start crying.

Oh no, I won't be able to finish all those lovely Middleish manuscripts with the only complete cross index outside of the British Museum.

I'm sorry, and it's.

All your fault, you with your cheap novel and that horrid heroine.

Oh she's a stupid name for a character, Purple.

What's wrong?

At least just got color anyway, I kind of like purple.

Here, take my handkerchief me.

You know that red hair.

She even reminds me of you.

Oh oh look, miss fellow Michael Mike.

Nicky, Nicky.

I'm really sorry about this, but it isn't as bad as all that.

The Porpoise Press has a lot of influence with libraries.

I'll get I'll get that straightened out for you.

Aft in our whole wing of Etruscan poetry.

Do you think you can no wing?

No?

As a matter of fact, all my money's tied up in tempor early Purple, and the sales receipts haven't come in yet.

I owe everybody, even my analyst.

If I miss one more payment, it'll have the finance company repossess my psyche.

You're still that's absolutely ridiculous.

I know, but it stops you from crying.

Hey, look, what do you say we go writing somewhere?

I should say that my car down.

The black maybe with the wind blowing in your face, we can talk this whole thing over.

Sensibly, I think.

You're forgetting mister Barrett, that I despise you and everything connected.

With you, I know, but tell me about it in the car.

I will not.

I wouldn't go writing in your car for all the money in the world.

Honestly, making I feel like a heel about the whole thing.

I mean, the trouble about the book and you're being thrown out of the library and all.

Well, I guess you were just trying to do your job, but it really is so exactly.

You know, you're very pretty when you're man.

Well, are you trying to say that you deliberately annoy me just for that on aesthetic grounds?

No, not exactly.

It's just that blasted coincidence.

Something new.

I mean, my making up the most fascinating, dangerous, irresistible woman I could think of purple, and then you turn out to look just like her red.

Hair and all.

Ugh, it's red and purple.

They clash.

How but you do look like oh I do not well.

You do have a loose turtleneck sweater on, but outside of that, the image is spitting.

You have a charming way of putting things.

But I'm not in the least amusing.

No, don't mind.

It's just intellectual patter.

I learned it as a child, teething on a barstool at the store.

You're crazy, it's neurotic, you know.

I think the Porpoise Press Board of Directors is going to stay in Billery's Creek.

A long time.

Right takes Why I can take you out to dinner every night.

Every night.

Oh, don't worry, I'll put it down the expense account.

But mister Bennett, you can't spend old wicked Billish Creek.

Can just come down to New York on weekend.

Mister Fuddy and I are at a loss.

We've never published anything like Temporarily Purple before.

No one never had to take it easy.

Boys, Everything's all right, It'll be about one more week.

You just keep busy on your publicity campaigns and the.

Yes, yes, I've had a wonderful idea why not have Miss Federer marry five orchestral leaders in rapid succession.

It's the very latest thing for Lady Orphane.

They invariably make the first page after the second divorce.

Ah, that'll take too long.

I'm working on a much bigger project.

I hope there's no risk involved.

Sometimes I wish we were back publishing McKinley's memoirs.

So do I fundy, don't worry fuddy.

You know perfectly well at everything I do is bound to be absolutely safe.

Her I really hate to bring it up, But don't you think driving with one hand is just a little dangerous?

I guess so, yeah, there's only one answer.

Stop driving.

It's been fast as nimickey, it certainly has.

That's what I don't like about.

It about us?

What do you mean pattern?

It's just like a Saturday Evening post story.

We meet cute, that's the first step, we fight, second step we make up.

Third we fall in love and we get married at the end.

But but herb, is that, by some stretch of the imagination a proposal?

I guess you could call it there.

You certainly do put things oddly.

Well.

I suppose it would be a shame to spoil your storyline?

Is that by the same stretch of the imagination on.

Acceptance a two way stretch?

Oh no, I withdraw my right, all right, I won't do it again.

Really no, there's only one question when.

Oh, let's see, it can be this week.

I'm all jamed up with literary cocktail parties.

That's right.

Can't be the Sunday after I'm on the offer meets the critic.

It's going to be a tough broadcast.

We're at a disadvantage.

They'll have read the book.

Monday, I'm on with Murray Margaret McBride.

Tuesday you're going to be on.

Texan Jinks me, Oh no, I'm not.

I would have got against Texan Jinks.

Nothing for all.

I know they're a fine couple, but I'm not going on the radio with them.

And that's final.

I'm not going on the radio for anyone.

What are you getting so excited about, honey, It's only publishity.

That's it.

Herb Barrett, I will not of my married life inside a fish bowl.

Now, if there's to be any of your wild press agents stunts, you can call the whole thing off right now and.

I'll tell the newspaper's.

All about templar make it.

You wouldn't I would, so I'm pigheaded.

Well, look, I'm sure we can iron it all out.

You don't have to worry about a thing.

No, no publicity.

You promise, I promise.

To the future.

Missus Barron in Sicknish engine hand death do us part?

Why?

Thank you, gentlemen, thank you, And I'm sure the four of us will be very happy together.

And will you be taking a honeymoon, Miss Farrow?

Yes, we're not sure.

Where are we here?

No, not not yet.

But Herb and I have a great many plans.

Ah.

Yes, mister Barrett's plan.

He was telling me about them this morning.

The whole publicity campaign.

Yes, go on, py, No attention to the money.

This promotion for purpose press, that's all means absolutely nothing.

I'm not so sure.

No, go on, mister Perks, you interest me strange.

There we go again.

Well, the plans are remarkable.

They will make you the sensation of the literary world.

I see anything else.

Mister Barrett wants a picture of you in a Wedgewood chiral on the back cover of every.

Copy in historical period you Now, we'll have hatch named after you, the Mickey Farrell close the only hat that tells time.

No hock tails named after.

You, the Mickey Farrell Finn go on, we range to have.

You voted by the Columbia Senior Clash as the girl I like most to stand next to on the Van Cortland Express.

How utterly charged?

Try it to be the greatest personal publicity campaign since Barnum built up Jenny Lynde.

And it's all mister bennettses.

It is all mister Barrett's side, down to the last exciting photograph.

They weren't so exciting her.

Barrack, I, oh something wrong?

You promised, you promised we'd have privacy, that.

We'd live a normal married life, and then behind my back, with a wolf pulled over my eyes, you stab a knife in my.

Heart metaphor showing her.

Now, don't you try.

To get me to laugh, because I won't do it her, Barretts, you are an unprincipled, unmitigated, unethical monster and I'm through with you, you intellectual Amba the devil.

Did Ambas get into this?

For Heaven's sake?

Mickey, I'm a man and you're a woman.

Exactly we have nothing in common.

Look Mickey, you don't realize that even the best things today have to be publicized and promoted.

Authors like Hemingway to my Sman huts t s Eliot, why were that publicity?

No one would read them at all.

That's right, miss Ferrell.

Why we even had to publicize McKinley's memoir The.

Great Masters of the pastor read more often than ever before because.

Of modern promotion methods.

Honey.

Even Shakespeare, if he were alive today, without publicity, he'd end up writing writing toothpaste ads.

Mozart would be composing soap jingles.

Let me see, Mickey, honey, is it on again?

Well, all right, I guess so.

But honestly, her problem?

Oh that post steady?

Thank you?

Say?

When is the wedding?

Don't you read your own paper?

Come on, Mickey, it's tomorrow morning and it's going to be the biggest wedding and publishing history.

Congratulations.

Why what's the matter, miss birth?

He always cries the train tickets for me, fuddy, Oh yes, yes, that's old.

Here look this way, mister Barrett television cameras.

Hey kiss her now, that's right.

That's all boys will have to go.

We're gonna miss our train.

Come on, Mickey, we're gonna miss our train.

I'm so glad that's over.

I was never so glad to see a train in all my life.

It's gonna set the bags on.

Reporter can put him away when he makes up for birth about ten minutes.

Oh, it's a lovely wedding, girl, But couldn't it have been no more private?

Blok, honey, that wedding's gonna sell a hundred thousand copies of purple.

That's all I wanted to know.

Seeah, that's good to be alone, you know, honey.

I don't know quite what to say.

Now.

You never really told me that you love me?

Well, I guess it's a little late now.

Oh, no, her, please tell me, won't you please?

How about that poem?

How do I love THEE?

Let me count the way?

That's lovely?

I love THEE to the breadth and height my soul can reach?

Say?

Do you hear something?

Humming?

Humming?

No?

No, let me the air conditioning go on?

Her, that's view.

I mean to make you every word of it.

Kiss me, darling, wildly passionately.

Sure, honey, I'll kiss you the way no woman was ever kissed before.

Comming maky That humming comes from the next drawing.

No, I'm in that door.

I'll be all right, mister Barrett.

We're finished with the motion pictures.

Ready for the still that.

Was going on?

Who are these people?

We're off from Life magazine?

Mister Life man?

Shall we set up the lights?

Dear?

You were so convincing about publicity that I arranged to have Life go on?

Honey, you're arranged, Yes, dear, they've got everything down on film.

Oh you mean you let me?

You trapped me with silence and part of the great left.

Oh lord, a little outside?

Oh you beat it?

Whoa but on our contract, missus Barrett's been doing.

Her half of the honeymoon, not mine.

Outside Mister Luce won't like this.

Oh Mickey, dragging our honeymoon on the desk with all those profaning Haven't you got any respect for our marriage?

Planning a sound camera reporters?

It's infamous?

It's Oh no, I still think all right.

I guess she taught me a lesson.

Yeah, I guess you can have too much publicisty.

Oh mackey, will you forgive me?

Darling?

And you were a good sport about me.

I wouldn't think of really having life along for our honeymoon.

I were sure that I'd kiss you right now.

You don't have to worry no more publicity on this honeymoon.

No one will interrupt us now.

Then come here, Well, what do you want?

Where shall I set up the camera for the pictures of mister Barrett in his pajamas.

They're all set for Life's cover in full, Colonel No.

You have just heard Temporarily Purple by Ernest Cannoy Attraction seventeen on Radio City Playhouse.

Laman Johnson was Herb Barrett and Potniac Mickey Farrow.

Other members of the cast included Bill Keane, Cameron Andrews and Arthur Cole.

The entire production was under the direction of Harry W.

Duncan.

The music was composed and conducted by doctor Roy Shield.

Radio City Playhouse is supervised for the National Broadcasting Company by Richard P.

McDonough.

This is Harry Jonkon Again next Week, a gripping and dramatic story of the strange friendship that occurred between a writer and a young man found guilty of murder.

The script is five extra newses by Charles Lee Hutchings.

We think you'll enjoy it.

And we hope you'll be with us.

Good Night, everybody.

This program came to you from our Radio City studios in New York, Robert Warren speaking.

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