Lux presents Hollywood brings you Hedy Lamar, Robert Young, and Josephine Hutchinson in H.M. Pullmer Square. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. When H.M. Pullmer Square started its best-selling career on the nation's book counters, it was all things to all critics. To some, it was a pointed social satire. To others, a powerful love story. Some acclaimed its humor, others its pathos. But a story as alive and exciting as H.M. Pullmer Square doesn't need a label. All it needs is an audience. And tonight, the great audience of radio hears it with two stars who played in the MGM picture. Robert Young and Hedy Lamar. And with them, we have Josephine Hutchinson. Right now, Hedy and Bob are at work in two new Metro-Goldbrunner productions. Hedy in Crossroads and Bob in Cairo. The same mailman that's been bringing all your requests for H.M. Pullmer Square wrote us a funny little adventure story from a woman who lives on one of the Thousand Islands in the St. Lawrence River. Yesterday, she writes, we went to the mainland to do some shopping. And as we got ready to come back, many of our purchases were piled on the seat of our skiff. Just as my husband started the outboard motor, a swell from a passing boat made our boat lurch. And several packages, including one of Lux Flakes, went overboard. It happened to fall right above the propeller, and the box was cut in half. In about five seconds, there was a mountain of suds higher than the boat. And I know you'll be pleased that I informed the audience on the dock that it was Lux Flakes which made those wonderful suds so quickly. Then she adds at the bottom of the letter, P.S., they applauded. Now, here's something for your applause. As we raise the curtain for H.M. Pullmer Square. Darring Hedy Lamar as Marvin Miles, Robert Young as Harry Pullham, and Josephine Hutchinson as Kay Motford. H.M. Pullmer Square is a man of 46 years, slightly gray at the temples and a resident of the back bay section of Boston. H.M. Pullmer Square eats, sleeps, and works on regular routine, as regular as the old grandfather's clock in his front hall. Out of bed at exactly 7.30 each morning, at exactly 8.00 breakfast, orange juice, one three minute egg, toast, black coffee. 8.15, walk the dog. 8.30, return with dog. 8.35, start for the office with rubbers and umbrella. At 9.00 sharp, seated at desk, begin dictation to secretary. Eldridge and Mason, 341 Tramon Street, this city. Attention, Mortimer J. Eldridge. Dear sir, we are in receipt of yours at the 6th instant and in reply with... Hello. Yes, this is Mr. Pullham Secretary. It's a Mr. Brown. He wishes to speak to you personally. Brown? Lots of Brown. The first name is Rodney. I don't know him. He seems to know you. Let me have it. Hello, who is it? Is that you, Harry? What's the matter with you? It's Bojo. Bojo Brown. Oh, yes, you're Bojo. Hello, how are you, Bojo? Are you so busy you can't talk to old friends? Oh, no, of course not. How are you, Bojo? Fine, fine, how are you? Oh, I'm fine, too. Haven't seen you for quite a while, Harry. Do you know the way it is? Nothing. Well, that was Bojo Brown, all American tackle, 1916. We went to Harvard together. It's going to have the best darn 25th reunion that ever will be because you and I and all of us are going to make it that way. Remember, Chris, get busy and ask around about talent in the class of good stunts. Well, I've had a swell time and I hope you all have, too. Goodbye, boys. Thought you were getting off easy, huh? Well, you're coming with me, boy. Come along now. Let's get back to the office. Well, it's a great life, isn't it, Harry? Yes. You know, I never realized we were all that old. Well, that's a fine way to talk, Bojo. I'm just as good as I ever was and so are you. But I see what you mean, those other fellows. They look terrible. Now, here's going to be your little job, Harry. You're going to be responsible for getting out the class history.  Now look here, Bojo, I haven't got the time. Besides, I don't know anything about my classmates' lives.  It's easy. You can start writing with yourself. That'll give you the hang of it. Everything that's happened to you before Harvard and after. And a few pertinent remarks. Simple as A-B-C. Well, so long, Harry. I'm late. So long, Bojo. 1896. 46 years. Go over to me in case they don't understand my writing in the telegraph office. Master's office, St. Swithin School, Gerrits Cross, Massachusetts. Confirming conversation, kindly register my son, Harry Poole, in class 12 years ahead. That's it. Get started right away, Hugh. Yes, sir. St. Swithin's 1908. While you were at lunch in the Mrs. Ransom telephone, she asked that you call her as soon as you return to the office. What'd you say? A Mrs. Ransom telephone. She asked that you call her as soon as you return. Ransom? I don't think I know any Mrs. Ransom. Mrs. John Ransom. She's staying at the Hadley. All right. Get her. Yes, sir. I met a Mr. and Mrs. Ransom on my way to Europe. A man named Ransom gave me a bid on putting a septic tank. Hadley? Mrs. John Ransom, please. Ransom, I don't think I know her. Just a moment, Mrs. Ransom. Here she is. Hello. This is Mr. Harry Pullum. I'm not really speaking, am I, to H.M. Pullum, Asquire? Well, this is Harry Pullum. Don't you know who I am? Well, it's probably the telephone. Perhaps there's a bad connection. No. Well, what in the world are you doing in Boston? Yes, of course. It's just that... Well, you came out of nowhere. It's been years. Don't you want to see what I look like? Yes, I'd like to, Marvin. I'd love to. Well, then meet me at 5.30 for a cocktail. I'll be waiting for you downstairs in the Fiesta Room. Happy? Why, yes, of course I'm happy. I'm glad. I'd love to, Marvin. The Fiesta Room at 5.30. Ransom? A gentleman asked me to bring these flowers to you. Oh. There's a note with him, Mrs. Ransom. Thank you. Yes, ma'am. Dear Marvin, you are so beautiful. I saw you from across the room. I just couldn't bear to come in. Our lives are so different, so far apart. You have... I have been married so long. You understand, don't you? Harry. In a minute, King. I'm writing something. Harry, that pipe in the kitchen is still leaking. Now you forgot to call the plumber again. All right. Well, all right, what? All right. I'll call him tomorrow, Kay. And as long as you're still dressed, be sure and take bitsy for a walk. Ellen may have forgotten. Harry, what's the matter with you? Why? Well, what are you thinking about?  Why, Harry, aren't you happy? Yes, of course, Kay. Well, is anything bothering you? No, of course not. What makes you ask? Well, you acted so strangely all evening. Well, isn't it all right if I sometimes just sit and think? Yes, I suppose so. Good night, dear. Good night, Kay. Are you happy? Yes, of course I'm happy. I said it just like that. But I wonder if I am. Great, Scott. I wonder if I've ever been. Of course, I went to Harvard. I was graduated from Harvard in 1917. I served with the AEF and was decorated for... No, I can't say I was decorated at the showing all. Let's see. Returned in 1919. That was when I met Bill King again. I hadn't seen him since graduation. Bill had some funny ideas.  Oh, I'd rather not talk about it, Bill. Okay, kid. Tell me how some of you fell exact when you first got back. Well, don't worry about it. You'll get over it in a week or two. Yes, I suppose so. When I called the family, I knew I didn't want to hurry back to Boston. I couldn't seem to face going home. I can't explain it. I suppose it's the war. You don't have to explain it. War brings changes, and you've got to change, too. We've all got to change. Even that little beehive up in Boston that you call home. You used to like our beehive, Bill. Oh, sure, I liked it. It was a nice comfortable beehive. But they're going to smoke it out. Harry, you've got to get out of there. Now look, I'll tell you what you do. Write and tell them that you've got a job. I'll get you one tomorrow. Where can you get me a job? Well, I'm working. Biggest advertising agency in New York. J.T. Bullard Incorporated. I'm in strong with Bullard. Sit down, Pullum. Sit down. Have a cigarette? No, thank you, sir. Oh, he doesn't mean that. He'd like a cigarette, Mr. Bullard. Bye. Now, Pullum, William tells me that you'd like to work with us. I hope you've noticed the preposition with us, not for us. We all work together here. One great, big team. That's exactly what I was telling him last night. Just a great, big team. Has he seen Walter Kaufman yet? What's Walter's reaction? I'll get it. Oh, Mr. Kaufman. Now, Mr. Pullum, let me ask you a question. Yes, sir? Pullum, what do you hope to be doing 10 years from now? 10 years from now? Well, I don't know. I guess I... Well, yep. What is it? What is it? What are this, Mr. Pullum? Pullum? How are you, Pullum? What are just playing with words? What is your immediate reaction to Mr. Pullum? You mean without any thought? Just snap judgment. Let's see. Something basic there. Something basic. Ah, nothing like an immediate reaction. Let me see. Today is Wednesday. You might talk to Mr. Pullum Walter and have him come in on Monday. Uh-huh. See me at 2.30, Pullum. Yes, sir. Yeah, take him along, will you? Come on, Harry. Yes, I just... This way. Thanks, Mr. Bullard. Yes, thanks. Have a good day, Pullum. Listen, Bill. Out of here, Harry. Oh, but listen, they can't hire people that way. Why not? Here's the copy department. That's where we work. You'd better not stick your nose out of it without me. No one better see much of you for a while. Well, here's our cell. Well, what am I going to do? Oh, didn't I tell you? That's right. I didn't. Well, you're my assistant. Hello, Marvin. Hello. Is that Marine going to come here, too? Sure. The whole U.S. Army's camping here. This is Harry Pullum, Marvin Miles. I'm pleased to meet you. Hello. You see, this is all new to Harry, Marvin. Is he another Bullard's ideas? Have you seen what's just been sent in? We're supposed to hang this on the wall. Listen. Each word, however humble, be an arrow pointed by the barb of thought and feathered with the wings of beauty. Isn't it revolting? Well, I'll tell you, Marvin, I'm responsible for that big thought of today.  Well, if I can't stand any more on an empty stomach, I'll see you later, I suppose. What does she do? Women's copy? You know, I never saw a girl do that before. That is, a nice girl. Do what? Well, while she was talking to us, did you see her painting and powdering yourself in public? Kaufman wants to see you. Kaufman? Do you suppose he's going to fire me? Of course not. Just act as if you're in a hurry. Here we go. No, no, no. It simply doesn't convey the idea. What idea? Listen here, Elfmere.  That's why you're not looking at it with an open mind. In the first place, I can't see the buttons or the stitching on the coat. May I ask if anyone could see the buttons on a coat at such a distance? We're not paying you for distance. What do you want, Fulham? Well, I was told you sent for me. Oh, yes, just a minute. Sit over there. No, come over here. Take a look at that picture. Now, here's a completely new reaction, Elfmere. What do you think when you see that picture? Well, I don't know, sir. I don't know what you mean. That answers it, doesn't it? He sees your picture, Elfmere, that you're charging us $1,000 for and he doesn't know what it means. Well, perhaps he hasn't any brain. We're not trying to be intellectual, Elfmere. Now take it away and do it over. You want to do business with us, you've got to think. Buttons on a coat at 50 feet. One. Well, Fulham, what's on your mind? Well, Bill said you wanted to see us. Oh, yes, I'm glad you came in. See Marvin Miles. She has a great idea for a new campaign. You're going to assist her. Well, what kind of an idea does she have? I don't know. Speak to her, not me, but get it out. You can go home now if you want. I'm going myself. Oh, there might be something I could do. Yes, in the morning you can go over the grime of all this and give the coffin to the secretary to make a clean copy. Well, good night. See you in the morning. No, I'm going to see you safely home. Oh, don't be silly. You ought not to be out alone so late. Oh, what do you think I usually do? I don't know, but tonight I'm going to see you home. You know, someday I won't have to ride in packs you can. No. Some day I'll have a car of my own with a chauffeur waiting outside when I work at night and I'll have a mink coat and a French maid and I'll invite you up for dinner and be sure you wear a white tie because there'll be lots of interesting people. All the writers and artists and people on the stage. I'll be a partner in an agency by then. You see? I know I'm good. Yes, I know you are. Yes, yes. Will you come up? No, thanks. I'll just see that you get in all right. Oh, don't bother. You've been too nice to me already. Oh, I haven't really. Good night. I think I'll kiss you. Oh, but... Good night, sir Gallagher. What's up, buddy? Oh. Hey, what's up? Oh, uh, just any place. It's strange. The events that seem most important in my life aren't things you could put in a class by order. Marvin Myle. She was the most exciting person I ever met. I saw her often after that. In the office and outside. Then one night I was leaving for home to spend the weekend. Marvin came to my room to help me pack. I wonder what your room was like. Come on, I'll help you. You're sure to forget something. Marvin, do you really think it's all right for you to be up here? You mean my reputation? Alone in a man's room at night? Well, it does sound silly when you put it that way. Well, we can leave the door open if it'll make the landlady happier. Oh, no, that isn't necessary. You know, I don't know what you like at all. Outside the office. Who is this in the picture? Your mother? Yes, that's mother. And that's your father? Yes. And who is this girl? Somebody you haven't told me about? Oh, I told you about her. That's my sister Mary. And that's her friend Kay Mottford. Funny. All of you is there, isn't it? In Boston. All you're going back to. Must be queer being in two places at once. I don't know what you mean. I wish you were coming along. What would they think of me in Boston?  What is that to understand? Oh, nothing really.  You wouldn't understand them either at first. Maybe I would. I understand you. Come on, you'll miss your friend. Here I go.  Of course I am. I'll be in the office nine o'clock Monday. You're sure? Of course I'm sure. Oh, kiss me, Harry. Marvin. Harry. Harry, listen. Don't let them keep you, will you? Don't let them take you away. Goodbye, Marvin. Goodbye. Goodbye, darling. We have H.M. Fuller, Miss Squire, starring Robert Young, Hedy Lamar and Josephine Hutchinson in just a moment. Now, here's Mary, back from a week's vacation and showing off her snapshots to the girl next door. This is the dining cabin. And here's the horse I rode. And then this is taken from the top of the hill at sunset. Well, they're lovely pictures. But the story behind them is an unhappy one. Of lonely rides and sunsets watched alone, while other girls were finding romance. You see, there's no sure of barrier to romance than lack of daintyness. Luxe-ferals know this. They guard daintyness by luxing under things after every wearing. They don't risk offending. Gentle luxe flakes take away every trace of perspiration so quickly, make it easy to be sure of freshness. Yes, it's easy to be a luxe-feral, Mary. Cry it and see if your photograph album won't tell a happier story. Like this, perhaps. Here's our crowd on a picnic at the lake. And here's Bill with me. He wanted one of us together to take away to camp with him. Yes, romance smiles on luxe girls. They have the charm of exquisite flower freshness. And they win two ways. For those rich luxe suds cleanse so gently with no harmful alkaline, no cake soap rubbing, to injure fabrics or colors. They save delicate fabrics, help them wear better, last longer. So it's thrifty as well as dainty to give underthings nightly care with gentle, new, quick luxe flakes. Now, our producer, Mr. DeMille. Act two of H.M. Pullum, a squire, starring Hedy Lamar as Marvin Miles, Robert Young as Harry Pullum, and Josephine Hutchinson as Kay Motford. Looking back over his life, Harry Pullum has realized that the important things cannot be written in a class biography. The beginning of his love for Marvin Miles, or the time he visited his home, and his family tried to make him stay. Harry! Harry, where are you? Here, Father. Oh, well, did you have a good time? Oh, yes, fine. I went to the beach with Kay. Kay Motford, I'm glad to hear it. It's a good thing to be thinking of the right sort of girl, Harry. I've always liked the Motford. Now, look here, Father, that's the second time you've said that since Friday night. I'm not interested in Kay Motford. I don't want to marry her. Well, someone like her, that's all I meant. You've got to think about marriage sometime, you know. Well, I've got to go back. Harry, wait. You're not serious about going back to New York tomorrow, are you? Well, I have to be in the office Monday morning. When are you going to stop all this confounding nonsense? It won't do any good to argue, Father. All right, we won't go over it again. But I'm hanged if I know. I don't know what's getting into everybody. Well, perhaps around October you'll feel differently. If you're back around October and if your mother's feeling better, perhaps we could go out after wood cocking. When you were born, I thought I'd have someone to take shooting. Funny, isn't it? Nothing turns out the way you think it will. I wish you wouldn't say that, sir. But it's true. All the things you take for granted, there they are and then they're gone. And there you were and now you're gone. I don't know how it happened. I wish you wouldn't say that, sir. You make me feel as though... I can't help the way you feel and you can't help the way I feel. Good night. Well, you're not angry with me, are you? No, no, it's no use talking. I never was any good at talking. Of course, I'll have the coffee now right away. Marvin. Hello. Well, you got back, didn't you? It seems so. Come on, we have to see Kaufman. What did they do to you up there? Who? Oh, everyone. The butler and everyone. Did he unpack your things? Did he say anything about them? No. Well, he might have said how well I packed your bags. Oh, never mind him. Marvin. Hurry, dear. Remember, Kaufman's always bad on Monday morning. Marvin, I want to tell you something. Well, tell it quickly. What are you looking at? Marvin, I... I... I love you. What? Whatever, put that in your mind. I don't know, but just now, when I saw you, I... I wanted to tell you. Darling. Well, that's all right. I love you too, but there isn't much we can do about it right now, is there? No, of course not. But just the same, Marvin, I... Darling, you've got to learn to keep everything in its place. I'll see you tonight. Stop for me at eight and we'll celebrate. Champagne and everything. Now get your things, darling. Kaufman's waiting. What do you think of it, Mr. Poem? I think... I think you're very beautiful. Shall we have some music? All right. Yes, we must have music. And a brand new record too. Marvin, I want to speak to you. I've been waiting all day for this moment. Oh, you've missed it again, Harry. Missed what?   Now stand still while I fix it. Well, no. Don't wiggle.  Oh, there's such a lot I'll have to do to you. There. Oh, look at your tie. It's always sliding around. Oh, but you're so wonderful in a dinner coat. Like... like a sergeant portrait. Well, I hoped I'd look like Rudolph Valentino. You won't know yourself when I get through with you. Oh, darling. Marvin. Marvin, I... I didn't know what you were like at first. And then it sort of all came over me. I... I wish I could say things nicely. You do. You say what you mean. I don't see what you see in me. You wouldn't. It's because I can do so much for you. That's what a girl really wants. Oh, it's going to be like a symphony. You're going to like all the things I like. And I'm going to like all the things you do. I wish I could tell you the way I feel. When are we going to get married? Well, darling, do you really want us to get married? Well, yes, of course. I was wondering why you were so worried. Now, don't look that way. Of course I want to. But I... I want to be sure that we really love each other. I'm sure I love you. I want you to want to marry me so much that you don't care about anything else. Anything. From now on, I want us to have a good time. I want you always to be happy. Ten pounds overlooking the power. We'll have a living home with nothing but Chippendale in it. And you can take me over to England and I'll buy it. I'll want clothes in Paris, too. What do you want? Nothing. I'll watch you buy them. That's because you've always had everything. Come here. Sit beside me. Aren't you going to kiss me? Yes, of course. Look. See out the window there? That electric sign? That's my own private little man. It sells automobiles. It's very nice, too. Everything's very nice, isn't it? Marvin. How are you crying? Oh, darling. Promise me something. Anything. Don't ever leave me. Oh, no, of course not. Just...just try to forgive them. That there's anyone but me. Oh, Marvin. All I received a call from Boston. They wanted me to hurry home. My father was dying. I had never realized before how old. Hello, Father. I just got here. Don't... Don't go away. I'm not going anywhere, Father. This...this is where you belong. Some man in the house. Stay here, Harry. Stay at home. Yes, Father. We...we never did go shooting, did we? That's all right, sir. We'll get there still. And I stayed in Boston to take charge of the business. Marvin wrote to me a long letter. I still have it somewhere. She said, My dearest darling, time is such a funny thing without any constant value. It is so dreadfully long now that you and I are not together.  It's so terrible to have someone go. If you and I were ever to quarrel and say we were never going to see each other again, oh, I should always think, of course it isn't so. Someday I'll see him right on the street or somewhere, and then you'd kiss me. And I would tell you I was sorry. I would always think that someday, somehow I could get you back. It won't be long before I see you, will it? Oh, my darling, just remember when you are up there alone, that you have someone forever and always, someone you can always come back to dear, any time or anywhere. I love you so. Come as soon as you can. Don't be too busy. Don't get too lost. In January of that year, I invited Marvin to come to Boston. Bill King brought her. He'd always seem to like Kaye Motford, and I thought it might be easier with him. Well, Marvin, this is Kaye Motford. Marvin Miles. Oh, hello, Kaye. How do you do? Welcome to Boston. Thank you. Oh, Bill, come over here. I want to speak to you. Secret? Well, darling. Oh, Harry, this house, it's just what I thought it would be like. I hope you found everything upstairs that you wanted. Oh, yes, yes. Everything's lovely. When can I see your mother? Oh, tomorrow morning. I think she's resting. Oh, you? Yes, sir. We'll want some ginger ale, you. Yes, sir. Bill, you'd like a highball, wouldn't you? You know me. That's all you. Yes, sir. Well, what about me? Uh, bring the tray, you. Yes, sir. Well, what did I do wrong? Oh, it's... Nothing really. But it might upset things for us to be seen drinking highball. It'll be all right as soon as you leave. We'll wash the glasses out after it. You mean he'll smell the glasses? He might, yes. And you don't want to lose your good reputation, do you? Oh, I see. The ginger ale, sir. Well, just put it down, you. May I help, sir? No, that's all. Thank you. Yes, sir. Scotch, Bill? That's it. Uh, how about you, Marvin? Oh, just a drink, a good stiff drink. What's it? Oh, yes, you. I'm sorry, sir. I forgot to tell you. Your mother says she will see you now. Oh, thanks. Come on, Marvin. We'll just run upstairs for a moment. What are you looking at me for, Harry? Is my slip showing? Oh, I wish it were. It would give mother something homely to work on. Maybe I have too much makeup on. I'll take some part of my nose. Oh, no, of course not.  I'm not. You're the one that's worrying. Well, uh, go ahead, dear. Hello, mother. Harry, dear. Well, mother, this is, uh, Marvin Myle. Oh, sweet of you to come and see us. So kind of you to ask me. I've been reading. Uh, Harry tells me that you read Emerson's essay. Oh, yes. Uh, it's so nice to be certain. And not just hope that Harry knows nice girls in New York. Uh, really nice girls in New York. I knew you'd like her, mother. Now, sit down here nearly. Let me see, uh, there was a Winthrop Miles in New York. Uh, um, you related to the Winthrop Miles, my dear? No, no, I'm not. You see, I lived there, but I wasn't born in New York. Oh, I see. And Harry's so reticent always. All he said was, Bill King's coming in a girl I know from New York. Uh, girl I know from New York. Uh, look, dear, do you see that picture? Do you know who it is? Well, I know. That's Harry when he was five. Well, it wasn't my fault I dressed like that. And here he is at six months. And here he is when he went to St. Swivens. And here's a lock of his baby hair. Oh, mother. Oh, I never dreamed that I'd have such a big boy of my own. Uh, Harry, would you take my handkerchief and put just a few drops of cologne on it? You always do it so nicely. Now, my dear, you must tell me all about yourself. Everything. Well, I work for the G.A.T. Bullet Company. I'm a copywriter there. Oh, how nice.  Now, tell me about your family. Well, when my family came to America, they settled in Illinois. Illinois? Oh, that reminds me of a little joke. Have you heard about the lady who said she came from Iowa? And then someone else said, oh, yes. But here we call it Ohio.  I don't, not really. But I'm just a little mixed up, too. It's just like Iowa and Ohio. Next day, we went sleigh riding out near the old summer house. Marvin seemed to enjoy herself very much. When she got cold, I took her in door. No, it's awful cold, isn't it? Well, you may not believe it, but it's warm here in summer. There's white wisteria all along the front porch and the leaves are out on the silver beaches. Oh, it's such a nice old house. There's a large family of ghosts used to live in the back hall. I used to know their ages and their sizes. Well, Marvin, are you still cold? Oh, just a little. Well, you're shivering. Harry, you have many ties here, haven't you? This is your home. You're not coming back to New York. You're going to stay here. I know it. Well, if I stay, you're staying, too. Oh, I'm afraid there's a bigger difference between Boston and New York than you realize. Oh, people are the same in both places. Are they? Are you sure, darling? Yes. Marvin, may I kiss you? Harry, no, no, darling. Oh, darling, I don't want you to go tonight. I don't want you to go ever. Marvin did go. And in a few weeks, I came down to see her. My first evening there, I spent with Marvin up at her place. You and me, always and always, for years and years. Always and always. You went to the office, didn't you? Uh-huh. Oh, I couldn't bear to meet you there. Not at first, not in front of everybody. I wouldn't have cared. Did you see Mr. Bullard? Bullard? When you were waiting for me? Well, never mind. See him first thing tomorrow. Not tomorrow. We're getting married tomorrow. Tomorrow? Darling, but we haven't any place to live. Oh, there'll be room till we find some place. Where? Here, in a hotel? Not a hotel. There's plenty of room at home while we're looking for some place. Home? No. No, I couldn't. You belong to me, but... No, not there. Not in Boston. Well, it'll only be for a little while until we get a house. Oh, darling. Well, there's nothing to be afraid of. As long as you love me. Oh, but... No, not there. We belong to each other here. Everything of you and me is here. Well, Marvin... Oh, no, I can't. I can't. But why, Marvin? I thought you liked it in Boston. I hate it every minute of it. Then you must hate me, too. No, no, it wasn't any of the you I've ever known. You know it. You've tried to get away from it, too. That house where you can't hear any footsteps. That ticking clock. Having to sneak highballs. But you'd have your own house, just the way you wanted it. But I don't just want a house. Oh, I couldn't live that kind of life. I couldn't join discussion clubs and fuss with curtains. I'd be dreadful at that. There wouldn't be anything left of me. Oh, Marvin, don't. Please don't. Oh, let's try to be sensible. I'm being absolutely sensible. Don't you see? I can't be different from what I am. But that's absurd.  I won't spend my life pretending. Well, you'd get used to it. But I don't want to get used to it. I have my own life. My own life. But, Marvin, I have my own life, too. I belong at home, and that's where I'm going. I never would fit into a penthouse overlooking Central Park. And I'm not going to be the husband of the women's copy department at Bullard's. I'm not going with you.  Yes. I guess it's all over, Marvin. Just like that. Maybe. Maybe it's just as well. You took up a lot of my time. And you took up a good deal of mine. Oh, let's not fight anymore. Well, at least it's something to remember. I guess there's nothing more I can say to make you change your mind. No. All right. Good night, Marvin. Harry. Harry, wait. I want to tell you something. No matter what happens, no matter how long, I'll always be waiting for you if you want to come back. Goodbye, Marvin. Goodbye. Now, for station identification, this is the Columbia Broadcasting System. Mr. DeMille returns with Robert Young, Eddie Lamar, and Josephine Hutchinson for Act Three of H.M. Pullham Esquire. In the meantime, let's have a little music. The orchestra is playing a curicadita, one of the latest rumbas. You know, there's a dance that's a lot of fun to do, but it puts a strain on stockings. Well, my stockings can take it. You see, I lux them. That's what pretty Lee Wooten of New York City told us the other day. She's a busy girl. I'm not taking much vacation this summer. I'm going to college. And there's not much vacation for my stockings either, especially when I step out dancing with the boys on leave. But I rarely get stocking runs. I lux my new rayons as I do silk and nylon. Gentle lux care saves all your lovely stockings. Cuts down runs in silk, nylon, and rayon stockings because it guards their vital elasticity. When you use strong soaps on your stockings or rub them with cake soap, you're weakening the tiny threads, robbing them of elasticity and robbing yourself of the fine wear good stockings should give you. Now you know that's foolish when it's so easy to get better wear by luxing stockings after every wearing. Over 90% of the makers of stockings, makers of rayon and cotton, as well as of silk and nylon, advised lux flakes. It's care experts advise. And very thrifty care too. One big box of lux flakes will do stockings every night for months. Save precious stockings. Keep them lovely longer with new, quick lux. Now, Mr. DeMille returns to the microphone. Act 3 of H.M. Pullum, a square starring Robert Young, Hedy Lamar, and Josephine Hutchinson. Alone with his thoughts, Harry Pullum reviews his life. All the exciting events of the past which have led step by step to the unexciting present. He remembers a time just after he parted with Marvin Myles. A day when he went sailing in Massachusetts Bay with Kay Mutford. I'm awfully glad you called me up this morning, Kay. You better trim in the jib. You'll never keep it flat enough. Well, you do better if you keep her off a little. Harry. Huh? We're neither of us happy, are we? Why do you say that? Well, if you're unhappy, you can tell when someone else is. Everyone around here acts so darn contented. I know what you mean. It's no good trying to be different from what you are. Did you ever try it? Yes. I tried. Well, it doesn't work. No. It doesn't work. Why, Kay, you're crying. Don't look at me. I... I'll be all right in a minute. It's just... Oh, I don't know. I feel so futile. Here, you better let me take the boat. It's all such a rot. There's... There's something I've never told anyone. There was a man. Oh, no one from around here. He was... Oh, different. I thought he was going to take me away, but he didn't even try. Well, I never guessed, Kay. Doesn't matter now. But then, there was that girl in New York, wasn't there? Well, we're in the same boat, aren't we? Yes, we're in the same boat. I didn't mean to come out here and make a scene. Do I look all right? Well, you look beautiful. Harry, you never told me that before. I thought I was married that fall. All summer long, I'd been hearing, here comes the bride. Then at last, after all the excitement, Kay was gliding down the aisle, looking as calm and collected as if she were walking the dog. That night, our wedding night, we were staying at a hotel. Harry, sit down. Of course. Harry, I'm not sure whether we love each other or not. What? Well, would it be awful if we thought we loved each other and we really didn't? If we only got married because, well, because we were lonely. Oh, I guess everybody feels that way. Don't worry, Kay. Everything's going to be all right. I don't want to be silly, but I suppose most girls are. No, no, you're not. Please kiss me. Of course, dear. Oh, Harry, it's only a little thing, but could you just stop saying, of course? Why, yes, Kay, of course. Years ago, I'm 46 now. I live in Boston. I work in Boston. I have a boy in St. Swithin. He's 15, and the girl just 12. I sometimes wonder... Harry, Harry, are you still up? Huh? Oh, yes. It's 12 o'clock. Did you take the dog out yet? No, Kay. Harry, is there anything the matter? Oh, you shouldn't have had that high ball out to dinner. It gives you indigestion. I haven't got indigestion. It's my class biography. I've been thinking about my life. Why, Harry? I've been going over all of it, like adding up a balance sheet. It almost made me frightened. Frightened? I kept saying to myself, what is it all about? Kay, let's get away from all this, can't we? Just you and I alone together. Why, Harry, that's awfully silly. We've been married for 20 years. Now it's a little hard to be romantic, isn't it? Well, if we just packed the bag tomorrow morning and took the car and went someplace, anyplace, and never mind all about the rest of it. Oh, darling, I... I never heard you say anything like that before. Well, it's all around me like a wave. Kay, have you ever heard of it? Have you ever really loved me? Well, of course I have. I love our life. It's what we were both made for. Yes, I know, but... have we ever really loved each other? Have we ever been happy? Of course we have, for years and years. Well, then why can't we ever see each other? Well, do you think we'd be able to see each other any better if we went off somewhere in the car? Yes, tomorrow, Kay. Harry, I can't. Now, you know I have a luncheon engagement tomorrow, and I'm going to judge the flower arrangement competition at the garden club in the afternoon. Kay, if I ask you please, if I say how much it will mean to me... No, I certainly won't. I'm much too busy to run away and to nowhere. All right, Kay. All right. Miss Marvin Miles, please. Uh, no, I mean, uh, Mrs. John Ransom. Hello, Marvin. This is Harry. Uh, Harry Pullum. Who you are? Do you remember what you told me once? No matter what happened, no matter how long you... I've never forgotten that. It's been in my mind all the time. It's been with me, too. Well, Marvin? I said I'd be waiting. Do you think it'll be all right? I mean, if I, uh, called on you for lunch? You mean along? Up here? My reputation? I haven't changed at all. Your neck ties still doesn't match. Well, I never could seem to do that with ties. Oh, it's been so long. But it's lasted all the time. Yes, it's lasted. All the little things, they've all been there somewhere. The way you're here never would stay down. Oh, darling, come here. Yes, this is Mrs. Ransom. What? Oh, she's lying, eh? No, we won't split the commission with anyone. It's 15% or nothing. Well, if they don't want to sign the contract, send it back. That's definite. They'll sign it. Shall we have some music, Harry? Oh, yes, of course. Oh, by the way, I, uh, brought some champagne. Oh, I have some already. Oh? Uh, will you open it? Yes, of course. Harry, listen, remember? Yes, I remember. I bought it this morning after you called. Remember that night? Yes. You know, no one's ever read me a poem since then. Well, why should we be standing up? We're not at the cocktail party, are we? That's funny. I don't seem to know whether we're standing up or sitting down. Careful. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I spilled a little. Oh, that's all right. I haven't tasted champagne in years. Never think of it anymore. Neither do I. Well, to us, Marvin. To us. That's good. Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry. You always drank champagne sometimes. Well, I always like to get it down. Everything is just the same, isn't it? Harry, dear, have you been happy? Yes, I've been happy, Marvin. That is, yes, I've been happy. How about you? Me? Oh, I have a butler and a yacht. Well, I have a boy and a girl and a celium. Why, Harry, how old is he? The boy, I mean. Oh, 15. He's going to St. Swithins. Well, I'd love to see him. Does he look like you? Well, I have a picture of him here somewhere. Oh, yes, here. Oh, what's his name? George. He doesn't look so good now as pimples. Oh, here.  And the girl. Where's the little girl? Right here. Why? You can't see her very well. Why? Why is she bearing her head in the grass? Well, she's looking for spiders. Spiders? Yes. She likes to look for spiders. I don't know why. Funny, isn't it? You never met John, did you? John? The man I was married to. He looked like you, a little. I think that's why I married him. Did he? Yes. Oh, Harry. Darling.  All right. Harry, we... we can't go back. I know. I've always had the idea somewhere in the back of my mind that we could. But that's not the way it's meant to be.  That's that. Yes. That's that. Well, let's have lunch downstairs in the dining room. If that's all right with you, Harry. Well, anything you say, Marvin? Of course. I wanted to see you, that's all. Get in the car. Well, has anything happened at home, Kay? No. There's... Well, there's something I wanted to tell you. Miss Rollo said you were out to lunch, but it's after three o'clock. Well, I was at lunch. Harry, you've been drinking. Yes. Champagne. Harry, you know what champagne does to you. No, it doesn't do anything to me. It doesn't make any difference if it does. If you must know, I've been having lunch with Marvin Miles. Oh? Is... is she as pretty as she used to be? Well, yes. That is almost... I, uh... I canceled all my engagements. Gave up the garden club. Everything. To come down and get you. Harry, I've been thinking all day about what you said last night. Whether we'd ever been in love. We've always loved each other. We've loved each other so much we... we never bothered to talk about it. Well, it's all right, Kay. I'll be all right now. Oh, Harry, don't you know that I love you? With you and me, it's... well, it's what love really is. All the days and all the years of you and me together. That's what I meant last night. I know. I know now. Our bags are in the back. Why, Kay... I packed yours myself just the way you like it. But, Kay, we'll... we'll... where would we go? Anywhere. To the Berkshires. The leaves would all be out. Oh, we can't go running away like this. Oh, can't we? Harry, you mayn't have been aware of it, but you've always been in love with me. You know that. It's always been you and me. Yes, I guess you're right. I guess that's the way it's always been. You and me. Listen to the sad story of a girl named Winnie. She buys smart rayon dresses, but soon she confesses, oh, dear, I've got nothing to wear. For she tosses her duds into any old suds, though rayons need gentle luxe care. Yes, that's Winnie. Winnie the Waster. And if, like Winnie, you use just any old suds, you're apt to find that your pretty washables are faded and streaked and ruined too soon. Here's what experts say, and I quote from one of the helpful bulletins sent out by our government. The care you give address, whether it's cotton or silk or rayon, has much to do with the way it looks and how long it wears. Wash cottons and washable silks and rayons in warm water, never in hot water. Use a mild soap that will not affect the color and wrench thoroughly. So don't be careless. Not when it's so easy to save pretty washables. Make them wear better and last longer with gentle luxe plates. Remember.  If you baby those duds with gentle luxe suds, that's the thrifty and wise thing to do. It costs less than a penny to luxe a dress. A new quick luxe takes away soil and perspiration so quickly and safely, with no harmful alkaline, no cake soap rubbing, to injure fabrics or fade colors.  Now, here's Mr. DeMille with our stars. A curtain call should follow every performance as fine as H.M. Puller-Mesquire. So here are Hedy Lamar, Robert Young, and Josephine Hutchinson coming back to the footlights now. Thank you, Mr. DeMille. It's a pleasure to be back. So then there is Hedy, your first visit to the Luxe Radio Theater, isn't it, Bob? But not my last, I hope. No danger, Bob. You three did a great job tonight. But in these days, there's another job that stars can do for their country. Now, Hedy, suppose the Treasury Department asked you to go out and sell some bonds. How would you do it? I might say, please, Mr. Will you buy a bond? Hedy, you've taught me into it. But I don't think I'd say that. I think I'd say, Mr., I personally have seen the Nazis at work in their own country. And believe me, it's worth every dollar you've got to wipe them off the face of the earth. But all our government asks is 10% of your income invested in war bonds and stamps. Nobody would want you to say please after that, Hedy. And anyone who invests 10% of his income in war bonds and stamps automatically becomes a member of the 10% club and gets a membership button for everyone in the family. Yeah, that's the badge of honor today. I understand this is the last Lux Radio Theatre program of the season, Mr. DeMille. Now, the last of our regular season, Josephine. For this summer, our government will sponsor a Victory Theatre to be heard at this same time each Monday. And I believe the Lux Radio Theatre received the most signal honor in its history when the United States government asked us to present the first of these programs. Well, what play have you picked to start the Victory Theatre? One of the biggest stage and screen hits of recent years, Bob. It's The Philadelphia Story. And our stars will be Cary Grant, Catherine Hepburn, Lieutenant James Stewart, and Ruth Hussey. With Catherine Hepburn as the star, this brilliant comedy ran for many months on Broadway. The picture repeated that success. And next Monday night, you'll hear the same cast that starred on the screen. That's Cary Grant, Catherine Hepburn, Lieutenant James Stewart, Ruth Hussey, and Virginia Wiedler. Well, Victory Theatre certainly gets off to a great start, Mr. DeMille. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. I'm going to ask someone else to take a curtain call, too. For the past six years, you've heard his voice every week in the Lux Radio Theatre. But this is the last time you'll hear him for the duration of the war. Because he's put on, once again, the wings he won in 1918. Ladies and gentlemen, Captain Melville Rueck of the United States Army of Mr. DeMille. It's been a pleasure to work with you, sir, and with our sponsors during those six years. Duty permitting? I'll be one of those on the other side of the footlights from now on. I know all of those on the other side of the footlights. Now join me in wishing you good luck in your line of duty. As we near the final curtain time tonight, the stage of the Lux Radio Theatre is crowded with memories. Memories of glamorous stars and exciting dramatic moments. This is the last regular broadcast of our eighth season. But during the weeks the Lux Radio Theatre is off the air, I urge you to listen to the Victory Theatre. And in the fall, we'll be back with the ninth season of this theater. That means that for almost a decade now, your friendship for the products behind this program, Lux Flakes and Lux Turlet Soap, has made this national theater possible. And since December 7, 1941, this theater of yours has had a great new purpose. It has joined with 130 million Americans in one high reserve to help in every way it can, the effort of the United Nations to stamp out the Holocaust so treacherously kindled by the enemy, to win the war that above all, and to perpetuate for all time to come the freedom for which men now are dying. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Flakes and Lux Turlet Soap, joined me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the United States government's Victory Theatre presents Cary Grant, Catherine Hepburn, Lieutenant James Stewart, Ruth Hussie, and Virginia Weidler in the Philadelphia story. This is Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. Heard in tonight's play where Norman Field is Mr. Fulham, Brenna Felton as Mrs. Fulham, Fred Mackay as Bill, and Thomas Mills, Jack Mather, Dwayne Thompson, Chris Cawthon, Leo Cleary, Charles Seal, and Eugene Forsythe. Our music was directed by Lois Silvers, and your announcer has been Melville Roy. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.


Thank you for inviting me. I will do a different talk, I think, than the other people because here it's not more about software, it's more about hardware in this sense, although it will be, I think, soon an ecosystem of software around these machines. Well, I want to start straight forward. Yesterday we visited the Fab Labs here in Singapore and I've been in many foreign labs in the world and I think there is an understanding of how to fabricate what this application is. First, I will explain that the Fab Labs is a vision of engineers and architects from MIT and they forgot certain machines that they should be in the Fab Labs, but they're not and Fab Lab has a kind of a list of machines that they recommend to put in the Fab Lab. Well, Fab Lab is a registered name by MIT but we want to advocate that they should also include, for example, the knitting machines, which is also a digital fabrication system, that they should be in all the Fab Labs or maker spaces. I will go really fast to the history. Well, the knitting is a craft that is ancient, means, well, it's before Christ and then the first machines are more than 100 years old and this one is a circular knitting machine. You will see because we did the first open source circular knitting machine done with the printing. It's for knitting socks and I will tell you that it was a key factor on the first world war for winning one side because the socks and the knitting were a key factor on the solders. Means it was, in that time, was like leading technology on the military side of the squad. Well, this was the first knitting machine that was at home and it was more than 100 years old and this was what is called now having the factory at home that is now with the 3D printings in the mouth of many people. They were already, it's not a term new. Well, in the knitting machines there is a key machine that many people had used and is the brother and brother, well, everyone, many people know the company brother. Brother had a division, very big in certain time that there were knitting machines and well, the knitting machine, you can see the evolution. Actually, very early they incorporated electronics because the knitting factories and the knitting were very advanced on incorporating all the technology and the punch card, one of the first applications industrially was the knitting machines as well as the incorporation of electronics. In the 70s, they appeared the first electronic knitting machine and in the 80s they were already at home because these are home knitting machines. Well, I almost already explained whether the Fablabs is one department of MIT directed by Nail K. Simfer is basically this bit and atoms and transform from a digital file to a physical form in a analog way. This is for anyone that didn't see a knitting machine this is how it looks a brother and well, it's quite good. They have like the digital ones they have 200 stitches and you can make a pattern with these 200 stitches and I will explain that one stitch is one pixel, means you can have a lot of resolution. Well, these machines like brother they're still now in use for many people there is a very active second market of these machines although brother didn't explain what you can see from the releases of the machines that it died in the 90s they closed the division but before they closed the division they sell thousands of thousands of machines maybe what now is popular the 3D printing at the moment that is now is the moment when it closed the knitting machines I mean there were a lot of knitting machines especially for example in the UK at home and there's still a market of floppy that actually is not a normal floppy it's a proprietary floppy system with the patterns that they themselves and we, well, I will explain that, well, this is already explained it is the first manufacturer at home and it's very old the combination of knitting and technology well, there were some we found some codes already for the C64 like for making parametric designs in the knitting and even this was a religion in the 2012 that they developed an accessory of knitting machines for their consoles but it was only shown in one fair but never released to public how is that tunisic? well, we saw Mechmalacin in Pakistan he published a reverse engineer of the brother and we saw this and we were very inspired like Barbara and I we do art projects and we always go with technology when we saw this we said ok we have an idea we will do one art project that will be called spam poetry and we will recycle spam and make knitted form pieces but we had a bad luck because he said, yeah, this works in all the brothers and it was not true basically it was the model of US that has a different memory system that the Europe one means when we start to buy Europe machines, they're hard to work and then at the beginning I looked at the memory system and I understand well, basically then we open we see the electronics then we found one American Fabian and Travis that basically they're living in Berlin that they post the schematics of the buttons and how we hack the machine at the beginning with Arduino we press all the keys because we have the map and we have the array of the keys and that's how we did it it was a bit shifting thing that you can see in the schematics and that's the first hack that we did but then because we opened electronics we also see how not very complex was the electronics and then we decided to remove the brain and to start to do a VCB to control these machines with the software a UI software for entering and controlling the machine and this is the VCB that we release it's a VCB that basically controls the actuators on the sensors from the brother meeting machine and well, it inspires several things several people and now there is at least three other projects that does the same thing and the reality is that many people are still using the brother meeting machines and why we did this is because also sometimes the electronics get burned and then the mechanics isn't broken that easy and there is some replacement of needles and certain parts means you still can use these old machines but well, in certain point we decided we like brother but it's an obsolete machine you cannot and after all these hacks the prices in the second hand start to go up and when we start to see the machines there were 300 and now when you go to eBay they don't never go down of thousand years, means they have been an impact of this shield with the price of the machines and we got like the we got the idea that it would be good to make a fully open source knitting machine before us Gerard which is a friend of us he released open knit which is the first knitting machine which is a flat one and recently in December we released the second open source knitting machine but it's the first circular one because the other is flat and this is circular knitting it's basically for doing tubes and it's controlled with Arduino along with 3D printer it's already in we make it's a make a space in Milan they already did one copy and it's fully functional and this is the the opening from Gerard basically we think that this area is the new 3D printing it's like if the 3D printing had boom some years ago now the knitting machines like it's obvious that there is a lot of demand because we saw when we put something about one of our project like there is knitters, there is industry contacting us and the reality is that silver rate is like a competitor of still producing these knitting machines but they never was good people don't like and they are the only one and then there is the industrial one which is monopolized by two companies one German store and one Japanese and then some Chinese that in Europe at least the manufacturers don't trust but they are super expensive there are like 80,000 and there is nothing below only silver rate which don't have a good supply of knitting machines and well it had been a lot of good reception there is some comments that are very nice that basically some people say well now I have the excuse to buy a 3D printer I can convince my wife that's how some people say well that's the Gerard's schematic just to explain how the ecosystems can grow with knitting machines unfortunately it's not open source but a group of people they have a company that they should start like some month ago that basically they had a store knitting machine that is industrial one and they put it in a shop and they produce right in the shop the knitting work and well this is a that's another thing that these industry machines is unbelievable they still are in the 80s like Floppy's they still are in factories like and this I know from first year because I I saw in the news when I was doing knitting that the Cigua I don't know if you know this company is a brand in Spain they moved the production from China to Barcelona again and then I went to visit the company who manufacture the patterns of Cigua to the semisequies and the reality is that the semisequies they make the sweaters without touching any worker the machine but the system is still from the 80s and because these industrial companies they don't invest so much like here like people do in tech they just are in the system the closed source systems and they charge for every little update that they go they make this article and they basically were sponsoring this thing I'm telling that they think the knitting machines will be the new boost on the maker movement all this is important because we can democratize the production of the things and we can produce our own machines and democratize the production


Good morning. Welcome to the First Unitarian Society and to our annual poetry service which celebrates the place of poetry in our lives with the world words of poets unknown to us and poets from right here in our community. My name is Ros Woodward and today I'm joined by Reverend Kelly Crocker, Linda Warren and Daniel Karnes and we're joined by many FUS poets Bobby Zaynor, Ardis Kaufman, Ken Richardson, Robin Chapman, Shirley Chosey, Max Woodward and Jeff Glover. Many thanks to all of them for helping create today's service. At First Unitarian Society we question boldly, listen humbly, grow spiritually, act courageously and love unapologetically. If you're visiting us today welcome. We're so glad you're with us. If you'd like more information about the First Unitarian Society please stop by the welcome table which is located just to the left of the doors as you go out in the Commons. We hope you'll be able to stay and join us for coffee immediately after the service which is also held in the Commons. For those of you joining virtually welcome to you as well. We're so very glad that you're joining us. We hope you'll take a moment to watch the announcement slides shown immediately after today's service to learn more about the upcoming programs and activities. One special announcement, next week we'll be gathering at Vilas Park with the other two Madison UU congregations, James Reeb and Prairie at 11am. There will be no 10am worship service here so please don't come here and join us in Vilas Park at 11. As we settle into the silence may we hold these words titled interlude by Jeff Glover. One morning walking in a wood it seemed as if I understood in a lucid interlude a moment of deep solitude how vast is nature and and how real in simple grandeur and appeal and silence like an endless song offered me before the dawn a timelessness that I could prize appreciate and realize that life and living ever rare a blessed yes beyond compare exceptional and truly good a ground of being where I stood. It could be a smile or a poem or new daylight that finds you through an open window or perhaps remembering that tomorrow was never promised. It could be the scent of baking bread the first chill of autumn that has you reaching for your favorite wool sweater or maybe it's the noticing of how easily red maple becomes and let's go. It could be taking today off to be still to unknown to notice to practice loosening your troubled grip because grace can never be gripped or grabbed it could be choosing softness in a world grown hard because you're tired of hurting and being hurt and mercy is the best kind of medicine. It could be an invitation to gather around the listening table where every color is beautiful where there is no blame no shame no them no other it could be any of these things or no thing at all that remind you that really only a few things matter food trees words love mostly love and we invite you now to rise and body or in spirit and join us in our words of affirmation as we light our chalice the distance between us is holy ground to be traversed feet bare hands raised in joyous dance so that once it is crossed the tracks of our pilgrimage shine in the darkness and light our coming together in a bright and steady light and now join us in singing our opening hymn 346 come sing a song with me please be seated and I invite anyone who would like to come forward for our time to come on up we are gonna come on up guys we're gonna be writing a poem together up here but first to start it all off we are going to hear the poem of max woodward who's 12 and who is here in the room but no one look at him it's going to be read by his very own dad justin woodward yeah one of the great joys of parenthood is you get you have to look at yourself through your own child's eyes so here we go uh for context a yurt is a circular house made of wood usually you can deconstruct it in things it's portable ish made out of this one is made out of sticks this is called my father's yurt by max woodward I am sitting at my window in the bright and sunny cabin that has been in our family for a generation hand built overlooking the valley as the sun shines brightly behind me I take a sip from my tea as I look out my window I see the sparkling summer morning bursting with color as I look at the pinks and yellows and purples of the prairie flowers I hear a bang bang it came from my dad he was working on his yurt again are you okay I ask as I try not to laugh at him struggling to lift a log that didn't need to be lifted maybe he replies well let me know if you need anything I say in a quizzical tone oh I will he says a little too eagerly I shouldn't have said that I say nope uh oh I say while he's trying to find reads near a stream for his roof of course can I help my audiobook ended and I'm bored because I don't know the password to your phone to get another one up and running yes you can by grabbing any sticks you find all right I will totally do that or not could I like carve something for your yurt's entrance or something in that genre not quite yet but maybe when I actually have a yurt's entrance oh I see well can I give you your phone so you can log me in get another audiobook sure or okay I'll go grab that you just did oh wait oh there's more okay page two see we get to look at ourselves anyway uh wait I have a proposition for you okay want to help me with my yurt yes that's why I came out here right so why don't you go grab some sticks just not the big ones like I said before okay I guess I can go do that as I pick up all the sticks and stones I see my dad continues to build his yurt yeah thank you Justin and thank you max I wish you all could see his face right now I'm max so what we asked folks to do was send us poems on the theme of summer summers not summers your brother summer uh play whimsie wonder joy and so what we'd like to do right now is write a poem together so think of a line throw out a line throw out a word rosa's gonna write them down and together we're gonna pull together our very own poem so what do you think of when you think of summer oh all right you got that and yet now another summer's day that's a good start oh what's that max 100 degrees another summer's day 100 degrees okay what comes next charlie you got something whoa so can we say warmer than 50 degrees yeah 50 percent of 100 degrees got it another line karen uh dan yelled ice cream karen swimming how about you guys yes swimming swimming oh and dan said ice cream how about you guys what do you think of summer what do you like to do in the summer build swimming ice cream build a yurt yeah if you what charlie if you if you build a yurt you get hurt that's a good rhyme i like it i like it not wrong not wrong says the mom of that family that is very true yeah do you have something about summer camp yeah summers biking so camp and biking camp biking rollerblading you stay warm in the yurt is that what you said you stay warm cherry tomatoes and riding horses john watermelon seeds all right summers playing soccer cherry tomatoes riding horses what is this watermelon seeds hannah beautiful flowers riding horses watermelon seeds beautiful flowers tony man i think we need to save save that is our very ending mandatory fun indy may you forgot nancy reading on a breezy screened porch i got campfire songs on that one reading on a breezy screened porch indy may gardens gardens all right one more summers camp going camping with friends and then we will end it with mandatory fun and let's see we're going to read the whole thing and see how we did here going camping with friends okay and yet another summer's day 100 degrees 50 of 100 swimming ice cream build a yurt if you build a yurt you get hurt camp biking rollerblading cherry tomatoes riding horses watermelon seeds reading on a breezy screened porch gardens going camping with friends mandatory fun yay give yourselves a hand that's a beautiful poem all right thank you all for writing our poem together and now we're going to sing you out to go have some fun i invite you into this time of giving and receiving where we give freely and generously to this offering which sustains and strengthens the work of our community you'll see on your screen that you can donate directly from our website fus madison.org and you'll also see our text to give information there as well baskets are now being passed for those of us here in the room we thank you for your generosity and your faith in this life we create together today we take a moment once again to think about the power of poetry the role it plays in our lives how it can express things in a deeper way than our normal prose or conversational ways this year we asked for poems that spoke of summer and once again our f us poets came through we know that poetry is not something that resonates for us all some of us returned away from poetry in high school when we were asked to hold a poem up to the light dissect it and use all of our might to squeeze a deeper meaning that didn't lie upon the surface some of us have tried to read poets and their words confused or befuddled us and we turned away from the world of poetry i was never a lover of poetry my closest friends in college were all english majors who spent their evenings lounging around in one another's rooms reading poems out loud and made my head hurt then they invited me to the jaredleen our dodge poetry festival and everything changed honestly i begrudgingly attended thinking it would just be lovely to have a day outside a trip away from school to a beautiful place i didn't expect to fall in love the day was spent with real actual published poets reading their works from tiny stages in intimate tense and suddenly it all made sense and i became a believer in the power of poetry now i find myself turning to a poem in the quiet moments for the simple solace that it can bring sometimes i'm looking for one that makes me smile makes me stop for a moment and pause like this one from denucia lemaris called feeding the worms ever since i found out that earth worms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies i pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin imagine the dark writhing ecstasy the sweetness of apples permeating their pores i offer beets and parsley avocado and melon the feathery tops of carrots i'd always thought there's a menial life eyeless and hidden almost vulgar though now it seems they bear a pleasure so sublime so decadent i want to enhance it however i can forgetting a moment my place on the menu right there's that little surprise at the end that you didn't see coming that's the part i adore and for for just that moment we all did it right you pause and you think about that larger truth and you giggle because we're all on the menu it's said in this different way that just makes you appreciate it a wee bit more now some poems will tell you a story maybe one that you can see in your minds that take us to a place in time that remind us of the joy of being human of being alive how alike and connected we are a good poem can offer a memory insights empathy communion with the experience of another this is potatoes by lucy adkins he was traveling from chicago to jollyette he said on the expressway old state highway 59 when a semi rollover caused a load of potatoes to scatter across the road people stopped pulled their pickups and jeeps their chevy vans and vw bugs off to the shoulder got out and dashed across three lanes of traffic after idaho russets and uconn goals reds and whites and yams i'd have understood if it were a brink's trucks with flyaway 20s and hundreds but potatoes perhaps it was the fact of sudden bounty dropping down in front of you and like unexpected grace you must be grateful whatever it is that is given poetry is a way to engage our imagination to explore worlds we may never see with our eyes never travel to in our bodies but we can travel there in our minds we can have conversations with creatures that we have never known ken richardson one of our poets today wrote a poem have you ever met a dinosaur this is ken's note on his poem marine biologists thought that this fish 400 million years old became extinct when the dinosaurs became extinct 65 million years ago however one was discovered in 1938 off the coast of southeast africa in the mozam beak channel decades later a large colony was found at 600 feet deep i wanted to write a poem about the sila cans but had writer's block until i thought about interviewing one after asking a fish this question have you ever met a dinosaur the poem wrote itself in about five minutes with the right artist this could be a children's book with the working title how i wrote a poem you can too this is ken's poem of course i've met a dinosaur eons ago we shared earth's scene but they don't live here anymore in water in sky or in between they've passed from view these ancient greats to be compressed in fossil states yet i'll keep both eyes peeled just in case they return and are revealed to the human race highly improbable this i grant but possible winks the sila can't and with a swish this fish appears from the depths of 400 million years thank you ken our hope today is that you may be inspired by the words of your fellow members to explore poetry to sit with poetry to allow poems to be some of your companions your teachers your loves perhaps you will be inspired to write some of your own in a world of speed and efficiency poetry demands a certain consideration a slowing down and ask for connection it offers belonging and so we invite you to step into the presence of these poets open yourselves to their words their experiences their losses their deep abiding wonder and joy the invitation of poetry according to life to this moment this moment is real and this moment is what we have so may we bring our whole lives our whole beings to this moment together ocean song i saw a seashell on the sand picked it up and found it grand with colors pale and pink and tan and held it to my ear by hand imagine can you imagine can you what i heard nature's song without a word amazed i held it close and long as it sang the ocean's song on it went it did not end i held it to my ear again infinite it played until forever and it always will by this i fathomed things profound what fragile shells can tell with the sound when summer came when summer came to my surprise one day it brought out butterflies dozens of them fill the air fluttering near everywhere how i wondered could this be they'd all appear so suddenly in my garden by the lake what of this was i to make magic maybe born of bliss more than metamorphosis so it seemed this special day when nature's beauty on display way above mere expectation a wonder for my exaltation and this is summer 2023 by Shirley Chosie parched earth cracks withered leaves clogged gutters green morphs to brown crunch underfoot rain abstains without it we die where is thunder precursor to precursor to moisture hampered vegetation collapses we are renewed from above and live this is grandfather smith from robin Chapman i'll show you he said to my brother and me who were little and full of fidgets and fight from the long car ride to arkansas will find one we trotted off after him unbelieving that any whistle could be found in the woods but keeping close behind as a path opened up and brambles and bushes to the cool of the trees and he kept leading the way touching now this branch and that as if there might be a whistle hidden under the leaves until at last he stopped pulled out a jackknife cut off a branch big around as his thumb the wood pithy elderberry perhaps with supple green bark he sat on his heels to show us how to make four cuts peel the strips back then over and under and over braid a carrying loop then sharpened a little stick to poke out the corky pith cut a sounding hole narrowed the whistle's mouth the voices of the whistles he made for us melodic low each a different note and this also by robin Chapman june bug copper and emerald sheen of its beetle back six black jointed legs caught in the cupped hand to fix and not a black cotton thread to one back leg it buzzed through the june air iridescent around my head small dirigible or green kite held high in my fist tethered to my run across the field how that green carapace opened in flight to reveal dark wings moving too fast to see its bare legs barbed its eyes shiny its buzz the sound of summer's heat our next poem comes from bobby zaner the best of birthdays birthdays no longer hold the same meaning as when i was a rambunctious child eager to tear into gifts from loved ones nor when i was old enough to get a driver's license or kiss a boy while on the luther league hayride or secretly hope for cash on my special day birthdays no longer hold the same meaning as when i cast my first political ballot for whom i cannot quite recall nor when i drank too much wine in celebration or when my mother forgot so i called her with thanks for having given birth to me birthdays no longer hold the same meaning as when i turned 35 and left chicago for a tiny home in madison wisconsin realized that cards are fun gifts not so much blinked to find myself suddenly a retirement age applying for medicare today a package arrived from trey on the cusp of becoming 12 inside precious poems with drawings about nature dreams joy as quintents free verse a sincane climbing stairs waiting to pounce upon my tender heart a bounty to fill this birthday with new meaning showroom a midwesterner by birth i called los vegas home for 30 years transported to the desert by others choices anchored there by job friends habit i saw myself nevadon until the prairie summoned me standing on my summer sidewalk a neighbor asks don't you miss the los vegas shows the excitement the glamour above me a gray squirrel high wires along the telephone line a cardinal flashes red orange red among the oaks not really a reply thanks artist oh and these next two from ken richardson the first summer job the brown wooden trailhead kiosk needed paint after years of exposure to rain snow ice heat some vandalism too leaning from ladder i scraped sanded painted breathing stench of something decomposing nearby i did not search for it after inhaling foul odor for nearly one hour i could feel airborne organisms lodging in lungs i fled kiosk before finishing washed clothes shampooed scrubbed skin finally smell dissipated in hummus chips and chardonnay there's always next summer and this haiku for hikers wild parsnip on trail deer tick and wood tick await venture forth with care this is brother by robin Chapman linolium squares offered game after game rolled out on the floor of our playroom for my brother and me at four and six memory says there were squares for nursery rhyme recent recitations by our bears and clowns elephants and lambs room to enact the plots of chase and rescue jungle flying kingdom kingdom rule stories gave way as we moved to dolls and trains whose tracks snake down the hall tinker toys whose sticks and spoked wheels still figure as molecules to me now building sets whose ropes and pulleys presage those that haul a fleet of canoes and kayaks to my roof even now at almost 70 i can recall the shiny promise of any square foot of floor can become a world if you have a brother to help invent the rules many thanks to all of our poets we gather each week with the losses and celebrations of recent days in our hearts these we share here with one another in a spirit of acceptance and support we light a candle for tom macomb son of craig macomb and lila pine craig is a past board president of f us and lila served for many years on our social justice teams tom attended religious education here during his youth he passed away recently at the age of 51 there will be a memorial for tom on saturday august 19th at 2 p.m at the james rebuyu congregation and we send our love and strength to craig lila and their families we light a candle for the life and memory of eva right who passed away one year ago on august 4th we send our love to bob buzeki and their children their families and all who are missing eva today and we light a candle of strength and healing for genevieve edwards miller who had surgery yesterday afternoon we're sending our love to gen her husband don her children and grandchildren as they journey these days together and with sorrow and heavy hearts we light a candle once again for the violence in our nation and in our world particularly this week we are holding the family and friends of oh shei sibley who was a victim of violence and hatred this week we send our love to them to all who are in mourning around this globe to all who experience violence and all who live in fear and today always we light a candle for peace on august 6th 1945 the united states became the first and only nation to use atomic weaponry during wartime when it dropped an atomic bomb on herosima may common humanity guide us as we face the nuclear challenge and if you'll join me in a moment of poetic meditation with these words from rosemary whatola trauma blaze pascal said in difficult times carry something beautiful in your heart and so today i walk the streets with vermilion maple leaves inside me and the deep purple of late blooming lark spur and the lilting praise of meadow lark i carry with me thin creeks with clear water and the three quarters moon and the spice warm scent of nasturtiums and honey in the sunlight and words from neruda and slow melodies by eric satie it is easy sometimes to believe that everything is wrong that people are cruel and the world destroyed and the end of it all imminent but there is yet goodness beyond imagining the creamy white flesh of ripe pears and the velvety purr of a cat in my lap and the white smear of milky way i carry these things in my heart more certain than ever that one way to counteract evil is to ceaselessly honor what is good and share it share it until we break the chokehold of fear and at least for a few linked moments we believe completely in beauty growing beauty yes beauty and now i invite you to rise in all the ways we do to join in our closing hymn number 301 touch the earth reach the sky and one final poem from dana falls there is no controlling life try corralling a lightning bolt containing a tornado dam a stream and it will create a new channel resist and the tide will sweep you off your feet allow and grace will carry you to higher ground the only safety lies in letting it all in the wild with the weak fear fantasies failures and success when loss rips off the doors of the heart or sadness veils your vision with despair practice becomes simply bearing the truth in the choice to let go of your known way of being the whole world is revealed to your new eyes blessed be go in peace and please be seated for the postlude