Hello, and welcome to this presentation of the STM32G4 voltage reference buffer. It covers the main features of this block, which creates a non-chip reference voltage. The VREF buffer embedded in STM32G4 microcontrollers provides a stable voltage based on an internal bandgap reference for use by both the analog-to-digital and digital-to-analog converters. Its output voltage is programmable to 2.0, 2.5 or 2.048 volts. This output voltage can also support external loads up to 6.5 milliamps. External bulk and bypass capacitors are required when the internal VREF buffer is used. Applications can benefit from this on-chip voltage reference as it eliminates the need for an expensive external standalone reference voltage IC. For space-constrained systems, it's common to use the analog supply as the reference voltage. By using this VREF buffer instead, it can create a stable voltage even if the analog supply is changing, for example when the VDDA supply comes from a battery output. Two reference voltage values can be chosen. Each of the three selectable VREF buff voltages implies a minimum value of VDDA power supply. The VREF plus pin can deliver up to 6.5 milliamps. In this case, the VREF buff consumption from VDDA is 45 microamps. The voltage is held with the external capacitor. In the 32 pin packages, since the VREF plus pin is double bonded with the VDDA pin, the voltage reference buffer is not available and must be kept disabled. The internal voltage reference can be configured in four different modes depending on ENVR and HIZ bits configuration. After enabling the VREF buff buffer by setting ENVR bit and clearing HIZ bit in the VREF buff CSR register, the user must wait until the VREF bit is set, meaning that the voltage reference output has reached its expected value. When an external voltage reference is implemented, VREF plus pin is an input. When VREF buff is used as an internal voltage reference, it is output on VREF plus pin in order to provide this reference to external devices. The VREF buffer is active in the following power modes, run, sleep, low power run, low power sleep, stop zero and stop one mode. In standby and shutdown modes, the VREF buffer is powered down and it must be reinitialized after waking up from these modes. This table shows certain performance parameters for the VREF buffer. The VREF buffer can work from 2.4 to 3.6V for a 2.048V output, 2.8 to 3.6V for a 2.5V output and 3.135 to 3.6V for a 2.9V output. The queer send current is very small, even with a 6.5mA output current. It's possible to disable the VREF buffer when it's not being used. It can be available again 500 microseconds after it is re-enabled. The DC power supply rejection is 55 decibels. The STM32G4's analog to digital and digital to analog converters use this VREF buffer output. Please refer to the training modules for these peripherals for additional information.


The Minister of Labour and Employment, Chris Ngigeis, as the federal government did not take Asu to court over the prolonged strike by the union, as some people claimed. In a statement Ngigeis said, he would have failed in his duties if he didn't refer the matter to the National Industrial Court of Nigeria in ISEAN after seven months of protracted discussions and negotiations with the union failed. The minister spoke at the public presentation of the NLC at 40 publications maintained that Asu was at the stage of CBA negotiation with the federal Ministry of Education before it impact on a strike. Ngigeis recalled that he conciliated the dispute twice, first on February 22nd, one week after the commencement of the strike and some agreements were reached. And he brought everybody back on March 1st for another conciliation.


Chapter 21 of Godfrey Morgan, A Californian Mystery by Jules Verne. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 21, which ends with quite a surprising reflection by the Negro caravan 02. The winter season, so severe in these latitudes, had come at last. The first frost had already been felt, and there was every promise of rigorous weather. Godfrey was to be congratulated on having established his fireplace in the tree. It needs scarcely be said that the work at the palisade had been completed, and that a sufficiently solid door now assured the closure of the fence. During the six weeks which followed, that is to say until the middle of December, there had been a good many wretched days on which it was impossible to venture forth. At the outset there came terrible squalls. They shook the group of sequoias to their very roots, they strewed the ground with broken branches, and so furnished an ample reserve for the fire. Then it was that the inhabitants of Will Tree clothed themselves as warmly as they could. The woolen stuffs found in the box were used during the few excursions necessary for revictuling, until the weather became so bad that even these were forbidden. All hunting was at an end, and the snow fell in such quantity that Godfrey could have believed himself in the inhospitable latitudes of the Arctic Ocean. It is well known that Northern America, swept by the polar winds, with no obstacle to check them, is one of the coldest countries on the globe. The winter there lasts until the month of April. Exceptional precautions have to be taken against it. It was the coming of the winter as it did, which gave rise to the thought that Fina Island was situated in a higher latitude than Godfrey had supposed. Hence the necessity of making the interior of Will Tree as comfortable as possible. But the suffering from rain and cold was cruel. The reserves of provisions were unfortunately insufficient. The preserved turtle flesh gradually disappeared. Frequently there had to be sacrificed some of the sheep or goats or agoutis, whose numbers had but slightly increased since their arrival in the island. With these new trials what sad thoughts haunted Godfrey. It happened also that for a fortnight he fell into a violent fever. Without the tiny medicine chest which afforded the necessary drugs for his treatment he could never have recovered. Tartlet was ill-suited to attend to the petty cares that were necessary during the continuance of the malady. It was to care for no too that he mainly owed his return to health. But what remembrances and what regrets? Who but himself could be blamed for having got into a situation of which he could not even see the end. How many times in his delirium did he call Fina, whom he never should see again, and his uncle Will from whom he beheld himself separated forever? Ah, he had to alter his opinion of this crusoe life which his boyish imagination had made his ideal. Now he was contending with reality. He could no longer even hope to return to the domestic hearth. So passed this miserable December at the end of which Godfrey began to recover his strength. As for Tartlet, by special grace doubtless he was always well. But what incessant lamentations would endless Jeremiah's? As the grotto of Calypso, after the departure of Ulysses, Will Tree resounded no more to his song, that of his fiddle, for the cold had frozen the strings. It should be said too that one of the gravest anxieties of Godfrey was not only the reappearance of dangerous animals, but the fear of the savages returning in great numbers to Fina Island, the situation of which was known to them. Against such an invasion the palisade was but an insufficient barrier. All things considered the refuge offered by the high branches of the Sequoia appeared much safer, and the rendering of the access less difficult was taken in hand. It would always be easy to defend the narrow orifice by which the top of the trunk was reached. With the aid of caravanotu Godfrey began to cut regular ledges on each side, like the steps of a staircase, and these, connected by a long cord of vegetable fiber, permitted of rapid ascent up the interior. Well, said Godfrey, when his work was done, that gives us a townhouse below and a country house above. I had rather have a cellar, if it was in Montgomery Street, answered Tartlett. Christmas arrived. Christmas kept in such style throughout the United States of America. The New Year's Day, full of memories of childhood, rainy, snowy, cold, and gloomy, began the New Year under the most bell and calle auspices. It was six months since the survivors of the dream had remained without communication with the rest of the world. The commencement of the year was not very cheering. It made Godfrey and his companions anticipate that they would still have many trials to encounter. The snow never ceased falling until January 18. The flocks had to be let out to pasture to get what feed they could. At the close of the day a very cold, damp night enveloped the island, and the space shaded by the sequoias was plunged in profound obscurity. Tartlett and Carafonotu, stretched on their beds inside Will Tree, were trying in vain to sleep. Godfrey, by the struggling light of a torch, was turning over the pages of his Bible. About ten o'clock a distant noise, which came nearer and nearer, was heard outside away towards the north. There could be no mistake. It was the wild beasts prowling in the neighborhood and alarming to relate the howling of the tiger and of the hyena, and the roaring of the panther and the lion were this time blended in one formidable concert. Godfrey, Tartlett, and the Negro sat up, each a prey to indescribable anguish. If at this unaccountable invasion of ferocious animals Carafonotu shared the alarm of his companions, his astonishment was quite equal to his fright. During two mortal hours all three kept on the alert. The howling sounded at times close by, then they suddenly ceased as if the beasts, not knowing the country, were roaming about all over it. Perhaps then Will Tree would escape an attack? It doesn't matter if it does, thought Godfrey. If we do not destroy these animals to the very last one, there will be no safety for us in the island. A little after midnight the roaring began again full strength at a moderate distance away. Impossible now to doubt but that the howling army was approaching Will Tree. Yes, it was only too certain. But whence came these wild animals, they could not have recently landed on Fena Island, they must have been there then before Godfrey's arrival. But how was it that all of them had remained hidden during his walks and hunting excursions, as well across the center as in the most out-of-the-way parts to the south? For Godfrey had never found a trace of them. Where was the mysterious den which vomited forth lions, hyenas, panthers, tigers? Amongst all the unaccountable things up to now this was indeed the most unaccountable. Karafinotu could not believe what he heard. We have said that his astonishment was extreme. By the light of the fire which illuminated the interior of Will Tree there could be seen on his black face the strangest of grimaces. Tarlet in the corner groaned and lamented and moaned again. He would have asked Godfrey all about it but Godfrey was not in the humor to reply. He had a presentiment of a very great danger. He was seeking for a way to retreat from it. Once or twice Karafinotu and he went out to the center of the Palisade. They wished to see that the door was firmly and strongly shut. Suddenly an avalanche of animals appeared with a huge tumult along the front of Will Tree. It was only the goats and sheep and agoutis. Terrified at the howling of the wild beasts and senting their approach they had fled from their pastureage to take shelter behind the Palisade. We must open the door, exclaimed Godfrey. Karafinotu nodded his head. He did not want to know the language to understand what Godfrey meant. The door was opened and the frightened flock rushed into the enclosure. But at that instant there appeared through the opening a gleaming of eyes in the depths of the darkness which the shadow of the sequoias rendered still more profound. There was no time to close the enclosure. To jump at Godfrey, seize him in spite of himself, push him into the dwelling and slam the door, was done by Karafinotu like a flash of lightning. New roaring indicated that three or four wild beasts had just cleared the Palisade. Then these horrible roaring were mingled with quite a concert of bleeding and groanings of terror. The domestic flock were taken as in a trap and delivered over to the clutches of the assailants. Godfrey and Karafinotu, who had climbed up to the two small windows in the bark of the sequoia, endeavored to see what was passing in the gloom. Evidently the wild animals, tigers or lions, panthers or hyenas, they did not know which yet, had thrown themselves on the flock and begun their slaughter. At this moment tartlet in a paroxysm of blind terror seized one of the muskets and would have taken a chanted shot out of one of the windows. Godfrey stopped him. No, said he, in this darkness our shots will be lost and we must not waste our ammunition. Wait for the daylight. It was right. The bullets would just as likely have struck the domestic as the wild animals, more likely in fact for the former were the more numerous. To save them was now impossible. Once they were sacrificed, the wild beasts, thoroughly gorged, might quit the enclosure before sunrise. They would then see how to act to guard against a fresh invasion. It was most important too during the dark night to avoid as much as possible to bring to these animals the presence of human beings whom they might prefer to the flock. Perhaps they would thus avoid a direct attack against will-tree. As tartlet was incapable of understanding either this reasoning or any other, Godfrey contented himself with depriving him of his weapon. The professor then went and threw himself on his bed and freely anathematized all travels and travelers and maniacs directly at their own firesides. Both his companions resumed their observations at the windows. Thence they beheld without the power of interference the horrible massacre which was taking place in the gloom. The cries of the sheep and the goats gradually diminished as the slaughter of the animals was consummated, although the greater part had escaped outside where death nonetheless certain awaited them. Godfrey's loss was irreparable for the little colony, but Godfrey was not then anxious about the future. The present was disquieting enough to occupy all his thoughts. There was nothing they could do, nothing they could try to hinder this work of destruction. Godfrey and Caravanotu kept constant watch and now they seem to see new shadows coming up and passing into the palisade while a fresh sound of footsteps came through their ears. Evidently certain belated beasts attracted by the odor of the blood which impregnated the air had traced the scent up to Will Tree. They ran to and fro. They rushed round and round the tree and gave forth their horse and angry growls. Some of the shadows jumped on the ground like enormous cats. The slaughtered flock had not been sufficient to satisfy their rage. Neither Godfrey nor his companions had moved. In keeping completely motionless they might avoid a direct attack. An unlucky shot suddenly revealed their presence and exposed them to the greatest danger. Partlet, a prey to a veritable hallucination, had risen. He had seized a revolver and this time before Godfrey and Caravanotu could hinder him and not knowing himself what he did, but believing that he saw a tiger the bullet passed through the door of Will Tree. Fool exclaimed Godfrey throwing himself on tartlet while the Negro seized the weapon. It was too late. The alarm was given and growling, still more violent, resounded without. Formidable talons were heard tearing the bark of the Sequoia.   To his great surprise Caravanotu had done the same. Yes, the black, ceasing the second musket, a weapon which he had never before handled, had filled his pockets with cartridges and taken his place at the second window. Then the reports of the guns began to echo from the embrasures. By the flashes, Godfrey on the one side and Caravanotu on the other beheld the foes they had to deal with. There, in the enclosure, roaring with rage, howling at the reports, rolling beneath the bullets which struck many of them, left of lions and tigers and hyenas and panthers at least a score. To their roaring and growling which reverberated from afar there echoed back those of other ferocious beasts running up to join them. Already the now distant roaring could be heard as they approached the environs of Will Tree. It was as though quite a menagerie of wild animals had been suddenly set free on the island. However, Godfrey and Caravanotu without troubling themselves about tartlet, who could be of no use, were keeping as cool as they could and refraining from firing unless they were certain of their aim. Wishing to waste not a shot they waited till a shadow passed from them. Then came the flash and the report and then a growl of grief told them that the animal had been hit. A quarter of an hour elapsed and then came a respite. Had the wild beasts given up the attack which had cost the lives of so many amongst them, were they waiting for the day to recommend the attempt under the more favorable conditions? Whatever might be the reason, neither Godfrey nor Caravanotu desired to leave his post. The attack had shown himself no less ready with the gun than Godfrey. If that was due only to the instinct of imitation, it must be admitted that it was indeed surprising. About two o'clock in the morning there came a new alarm, more furious than before. The danger was imminent. The position in the interior of Will Tree was becoming untenable. New growlings resounded round the foot of the Sequoia. Neither Godfrey nor Caravanotu on account of the situation of the windows, which were cut straight through, could see the assailants, nor in consequence could they fire with any chance of success. It was now the door which the beasts attacked, and it was only too evident that it would be beaten in by their weight or torn down by their claws. Godfrey and the black had descended to the ground. The door was already shaking beneath the blows from without. They could feel the heated breath moving its way in through the cracks in the bark.  It was obvious that in a little while it would be driven in for the beasts were mad with rage, particularly as no shots could reach them. Godfrey was powerless. If he and his companions were inside Will Tree when the assailants broke in, their weapons would be useless to protect them. Godfrey had crossed his arms. He saw the boards of the door open little by little. He could do nothing. In a moment of hesitation, he passed his hand across his forehead as if in despair. But soon recovering his self-possession, he shouted, Up we go! Up! All of us! And he pointed to the narrow passage which led up to the fork inside Will Tree. Caravanotu and he, taking their muskets and revolvers, supplied themselves with cartridgees. And now he turned to make Tartlet follow them into these heights where he had never ventured before. Tartlet was no longer there. He had started up while his companions were firing. Up! Repeated Godfrey. It was a last retreat where they would assuredly be sheltered from the wild beasts. If any tiger or panther attempted to come up into the branches of the Sequoia, it would be easy to defend the hole through which he would have to pass. Godfrey and Caravanotu had scarcely ascended thirty feet when the roaring was heard in the interior of Will Tree. A few moments more, and they would have been surprised. The door had just fallen in. They both hurried along and at last reached the upper end of the hole. A scream of terror welcomed them. It was Tartlet who imagined he saw a panther or tiger.  Caravanotu went to him and compelled him to lean against an upright bow to which he firmly secured him with his belt. Then while Godfrey selected a place once he could command the opening, Caravanotu went to another spot once he could deliver a crossfire. And they waited. Under these circumstances it certainly looked as though being besieged were safe from attack. Godfrey endeavored to discover what was passing beneath them, but the night was still too dark. Then he tried to hear and the growlings which never ceased showed that the assailants had no thought of abandoning the place. Suddenly towards four o'clock in the morning a great light appeared at the foot of the tree. At once it shot out through the door and windows. At the same time a thick smoke spread forth opening and lost itself in the highest branches. What is that now? exclaimed Godfrey. It was easily explained. The wild beasts in ravaging the interior of Will Tree had scattered the remains of the fire. The fire had spread to the things in the room. The flame had caught the bark which had dried and become combustible. The gigantic sequoia was ablaze below. The position was now more terrible than it had ever been. By the light of the flames which illuminated the space beneath the grove they could see the wild beasts leaping round the foot of Will Tree. At the same instant a fearful explosion occurred. The sequoia, violently wrenched trembled from its roots to its summit. It was the reserve of gunpowder which had exploded inside Will Tree and the air violently expelled from the opening rushed forth like the gas from a discharging cannon. Godfrey and Karafonotu were almost torn from their resting places. Had Tartland not been last to the branch he would assuredly have been hurled to the ground. The wild beasts terrified at the explosion and more or less wounded had taken to flight but at the same time the conflagration fed by the sudden combustion of the powder had considerably extended. They quickly grew in dimensions as it crept up the enormous stem. Large tons of flame lapped the interior and the highest soon reached the fork and the dead wood snapped and crackled like shots from a revolver. A huge glare lighted up not only the group of giant trees but even the whole of the coast from Flag Point to the southern Cape of Dream Bay. Soon the fire had reached the lower branches of the sequoia and threatened to invade where Godfrey and his companions had taken refuge. Were they then to be devoured by the flames with which they could not battle or had they but the last resource of throwing themselves to the ground to escape being burnt alive? In either case they must die. Godfrey sought about for some means of escape. He saw none. Already the lower branches were ablaze and a dense smoke was struggling with the first gleams of dawn that were rising in the east. At this moment there was a horrible crash of rending and breaking. The sequoia burnt to the very roots cracked violently. It toppled over. It fell. But as it fell the stem met the stems of the trees which environed it. Their powerful branches were mingled with its own and so it remained obliquely cradled at an angle of about 45 degrees from the ground. At the moment that the sequoia fell Godfrey and his companions believed themselves lost. 19th of January exclaimed a voice which Godfrey in spite of his astonishment immediately recognized. It was Karafonotu. Yes. Karafonotu had just pronounced these words and in that English language which up to then he had seen unable to speak or to understand. What did you say? Ask Godfrey as he followed him along the branches. I said, Mr. Morgan answered Karafonotu that today your uncle will ought to reach us and that if he doesn't turn up we are done for. End of Chapter 21 Recording by Arnold Banner, Mount Erie, North Carolina Chapter 22 of Godfrey Morgan A Californian Mystery by Jules Verne. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 22 which concludes by explaining what up to now had appeared inexplicable. At that instant and before Godfrey could reply the report of firearms was heard not far from Will Tree. At the same time one of those rainstorms, regular cataracts in their fury, fell in a torrential shower just as the flames devouring the lower branches were threatening to seize upon the trees against which Will Tree was resting. What was Godfrey to think after this series of inexplicable events? Karafonotu speaking English like a cockney, calling him by his name announcing the early arrival of Uncle Will and then the sudden report of the firearms. He asked himself if he had gone mad, but he had no time for insoluble questions, for below him, hardly five minutes after the first sound of the guns, a body of sailors appeared hurrying through the trees. Godfrey and Karafonotu slipped down along the stem, the interior of which was still burning. But the moment that Godfrey touched the ground he heard himself spoken to, and by two voices which even in his trouble it was impossible for him not to recognize. Nephew Godfrey, I have the honor to salute you. Godfrey, dear Godfrey! Uncle Will, Fina, you exclaimed Godfrey, astounded. Three seconds afterwards he was in somebody's arms and was clasping that somebody in his own. At the same time two sailors at the order of Captain Turcott, who was in command, climbed up along the Sequoia to set Tartlett free, and with all due respect pluck him from the branch as if he were a fruit. And then the questions, the answers, the explanations which passed. Uncle Will, you. Yes, me. And how did you discover Fina Island? Fina Island answered William W. Calderup, you should say Spencer Island. Well, it wasn't very difficult. I bought it six months ago. Spencer Island? And you gave my name to it, you dear Godfrey, said the young lady. The new name is a good one and we will keep to it, answered the uncle. But for geographers this is Spencer Island, only three days journey from San Francisco on which I thought it would be a good reason for you to serve your apprenticeship to the Crusoe business.  Well, if you are in earnest I can only answer that I deserved it. But then, Uncle Will, the wreck of the dream. Sham, replied William W. Calderup, who had never seemed in such good humor before. The dream was quietly sunk by means of her water ballast according to the instructions I had given Turcott. You thought she sank for good, but when the captain saw that you and Tarlet had got safely to land, he brought her up and steamed away. Three days later he got back to San Francisco and he it is, has brought us to Spencer Island on the date we fixed. Then none of the crew perished in the wreck. None, unless it was the unhappy Chinaman who hid himself away on board and could not be found. But the canoe. Sham, the canoe was of my own make. But the savages. Sham, the savages whom luckily you did not shoot. But Caraphanotu. Sham, Caraphanotu was my faithful jump-brass who played his part of Friday marvelously well, I see. Yes, answered Godfrey, he twice saved my life, once from a bear, once from a tiger. The bear was Sham, the tiger was Sham, laughed William W. Calderup. Both of them were stuffed with straw and landed before you saw them with jump-brass in his companions. But he moved his head in pause. By means of a spring which jump-brass had fixed during the night a few hours before the meetings which were prepared for you. What, all of them? repeated Godfrey, a little ashamed of having been taken in by these artifices. Yes, things were going too smoothly in your island and we had to get up a little excitement. Then, answered Godfrey, who had begun to laugh, if you wish to make matters unpleasant for us why did you send us the box which contained everything we wanted? A box? answered William W. Calderup. What box? I never sent you a box. Perhaps by chance.  Oh, indeed! A box! But then Fina must have had an accomplice. An Uncle Will turned towards Captain Turcott, who laughingly answered, What could I do, Mr. Calderup? I can sometimes resist you. But, Miss Fina, it was too difficult. And four months ago, when you sent me to look round the island, I landed the box from my boat. Dearest Fina, said Godfrey, seizing the young lady's hand. Turcott, you promised to keep the secret, said Fina, with a blush. An Uncle William W. Calderup, shaking his bay head, tried in vain to hide that he was touched. But if Godfrey could not restrain his smiles as he listened to the explanations of Uncle Will, Professor Tarlett did not laugh in the least. He was excessively mortified at what he heard. To have been the object of such a mystification, he, a professor of dancing and deportment, and so advancing with much dignity he observed, Mr. William Calderup will hardly assert, I imagine, that the enormous crocodile of which I was nearly the unhappy victim was made of paste-board and wound up with a spring. A crocodile, replied the Uncle. Yes, Mr. Calderup, said Caraphanotu, to whom we had better return his proper name of Jep Brass. Yes, a real live crocodile which went for Mr. Tarlett and which I did not have in my collection. Godfrey then related what had happened, the sudden appearance of the wild beasts in such numbers, real lions, real tigers, real panthers, and then the invasion of the snakes, of which during four months they had not seen a single specimen in the island. William W. Calderup at this was quite disconcerted. He knew nothing about it. Spencer Island, it had been known for a long time, never had any wild beasts, did not possess even a single noxious animal that was so stated in the deeds of sale. Neither did he understand what Godfrey told him of the attempts he had made to discover the origin of the smoke which had appeared at different points on the island. And he seemed very much troubled to find that all had not passed on the island according to his instructions, and that the program had been seriously interfered with. As for Tartlett, he was not the sort of man to be humbugged. For his part he would admit nothing, neither the sham shipwreck, nor the sham savages, nor the sham animals, and above all he would never give up the glory which he had gained in shooting with the first shot from his gun the chief of the Polynesian tribe, one of the servants of the Calderup establishment who turned out to be as well as he was, all was described, all was remained, except the serious matter of the real wild beasts and the unknown smoke. Uncle Will became very thoughtful about this, but like a practical man he put off by an effort of the Will the solution of the problems, and addressing his nephew, Godfrey said he, you have always been so fond of islands that I am sure it will please you to hear that this is yours. Holy yours! I make you a present of it. You can do what you like with it. I never dreamt of bringing you away by force, and I would not take you away from it. Be then a crusoe for the rest of your life if your heart tells you to. I, answered Godfrey, I, all my life? Phena stepped forward. Godfrey, she asked, would you like to remain on your island? I would rather die, he exclaimed. But immediately he added as he took the young lady's hand. Well, yes, I will remain, but on three conditions. The first is you stay with me, dearest Phena. The second is that Uncle Will lives with us. And the third is that the chaplain of the dream marries us this very day. There is no chaplain on board the dream, Godfrey, replied Uncle Will. You know that very well. But I think there is still one left in San Francisco, and that we can find some worthy minister to perform the service. I believe I read your thoughts when I say that before tomorrow we shall put to sea again. Then Phena and Uncle Will asked Godfrey to do the honors of his island. Behold them then walking under the group of sequoias along the stream up to the little bridge. Alas, of the habitation of Will Tree nothing remained. The fire had completely devoured the dwelling in the base of the tree. Without the arrival of William W. Calderup, what with the approaching winter, the destruction of their stores and the genuine wild beasts in the island, our cruisers would have deserved to be pitied. Uncle Will, said Godfrey, if I gave the island the name of Phena, let me add that I gave our dwelling the name of Will Tree. Well, answered the Uncle, we will take away some of the seed and plant it in my garden at Frisco. During the walk they noticed some wild animals in the distance, but they dared not attack so formidable a party as the sailors of the dream. But nonetheless was their presence absolutely incomprehensible. Then they returned on board, not without tartlet, asking permission to bring off his crocodile, a permission which was granted. That evening the party were united in the saloon of the dream, and there was quite a cheerful dinner to celebrate the end of the adventures of Godfrey Morgan and his marriage with Phena Hollany. On the morrow, the 20th of January, the dream set sail under the command of Captain Turcott. At eight o'clock in the morning, Godfrey, not without emotion, saw the horizon in the west as it were a shadow, the island on which he had been to school for six months, a school of which he never forgot the lessons. The passage was rapid, the sea magnificent, the wind favorable. This time the dream went straight to her destination. There was no one to be mystified. She made no tackings without number as on the first voyage. She did not lose during the night and so on the 23rd of January, after passing at noon through the Golden Gate, she entered the vast bay of San Francisco and came alongside the wharf in Merchant Street. And what did they see then? They saw issue from the hold a man who, having swum to the dream during the night while she was anchored at Phena Island, had succeeded in stowing himself away for the second time. And who was this man? It was the Chinaman, Seng Vu, who had made the passage back as he had made the passage out. Seng Vu advanced toward William W. Kolderup. I hope Mr. Kolderup will pardon me, said he very politely, when I took my passage in the dream I thought she was going direct to Shanghai and then I should have reached my country, but I leave her now and I return to San Francisco. Everyone astounded at the apparition knew not what to answer and laughingly gazed at the intruder. But, said William W. Kolderup at last, you have not remained six months in the hold, I suppose. No, answered Seng Vu. Where have you been then? On the island. You? exclaimed Godfrey. Yes. Then the smoke? A man must have a fire. And you did not attempt to come to us, or share our living? A Chinaman likes to live alone, quietly replied Seng Vu. He is sufficient for himself and he wants no one. And there upon this eccentric individual bowed to William W. Kolderup landed and disappeared. That is the stuff they make real cruisers of, observed Uncle Will. Look at him and see if you are like him. It does not matter, the English race would do no good by absorbing fellows of that stamp. Good, said Godfrey, the smoke is explained by the presence of Seng Vu. But the beasts? And my crocodile, added Tartlett. I should like someone to explain my crocodile. William W. Kolderup seen much embarrassed and feeling in turn quite mystified passed his hand over his forehead as if to clear the clouds away. We shall know later on, he said, everything is found by him who knows how to seek. A few days afterwards there was celebrated with great pomp the wedding of the nephew and pupil of William W. Kolderup. That the young couple were made much of by all the friends of the wealthy merchant can easily be imagined. At the ceremony Tartlett was perfect in bearing, in everything, and the pupil honored to the celebrated professor of dancing and deportment. Now Tartlett had an idea. Not being able to mount his crocodile on a scarf pin and much he regretted it he resolved to have it stuffed. The animal prepared in this fashion hung from the ceiling with the jaws half open and the paws outspread would make a fine ornament for his room. The crocodile was consequently sent to a famous taxidermist and he brought it back to Tartlett a few days afterwards. Everyone came to admire the monster who had almost made a meal of Tartlett. You know Mr. Kolderup where the animal came from said the celebrated taxidermist presenting his bill. No, I do not answered Uncle Will. But it had a label underneath its carapace. A label exclaimed Godfrey. Here it is said the celebrated taxidermist. And he held out a piece of leather on which an indelible ink were written these words. From Hagenbeck Homburg to J. R. Tascunar Stockton, USA. When William W. Kolderup had read these words he burst into a shout of laughter. He understood all. It was his enemy, J. R. Tascunar, his conquered competitor, who to be avenged had bought a cargo of wild beasts, reptiles and other objectionable creatures from a well-known purveyor to the menageries of both hemispheres and had landed them at night in several voyages to Spencer Island. It had cost him a good deal no doubt to do so, but he had succeeded in infesting the property of his rival as the English did Martinique if we are to believe the legend before it was handed over to France. There was thus no more to explain of the remarkable occurrences on Fina Island. Well done, exclaimed William W. Kolderup, I could not have done better myself. But with those terrible creatures, said Fina, Spencer Island, Fina Island, interrupted Godfrey. Fina Island, continued the bride with a smile, is quite uninhabitable. Bah! answered Uncle Will. We can wait till the last lion has eaten up the last tiger. And then, dearest Fina, said Godfrey, you will not be afraid to pass a season there with me? With you, my dear husband, I fear nothing from anywhere, answered Fina, and as you have not had your voyage round the world. We will have it together, said Godfrey, will you make me a real Crusoe? You will ever have near you the most devoted of Crusoesses. The End End of Chapter 22, End of Godfrey Morgan, A Californian Mystery by Jules Verne Recording by Arnold Banner, Mount Erie, North Carolina.


From Hollywood, California, the Lux Radio Theatre presents Edward Arnold, Faye Ray and H.B. Warner in The Boss. It presents Hollywood. Our thanks to those of you who are expressing your approval of our program by regular purchases of our product, Lux Toilet Soap. You'll find you'll like our product as much as you like our theater, and we appreciate your loyalty. For it is your loyalty to Lux that makes this program possible. In our theater tonight are Edward Arnold, Faye Ray and H.B. Warner, whom you'll hear in a moment in The Boss. As special guests, we bring you Dorothy Dix, nationally known advisor on love and marriage, and one of the most famous columnists in the history of journalism. Louis Silver's directs our music. The Lux Radio Theatre is personally produced by Hollywood's master showman, your host, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Cecil B. DeMille. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Edward Arnold has long been familiar with the role of Mike Regan in Edward Sheldon's melodrama, The Boss, which we present tonight. As a stock company actor, Mr. Arnold played the role in St. Paul and Utica, where it served, somewhat ingloriously, to take him from the stage to the screen. He arrived in Utica, worn out from two exhausting years of work and worry. He was further distressed by an offer to make silent pictures, which he didn't know whether or not to accept. It all had a devastating effect on his performances in The Boss. Try as he would, Mr. Arnold couldn't get through an act without forgetting his lines. The rest of the cast was frantic. They begged him, they flattered him, they threatened him. Eddie, in turn, promised and tried desperately and failed. At last, he confessed it was the movie offer that was upsetting him and earnestly asked his furious director what he thought of his chances on the screen. I don't know the director exploded, but if you do accept, you'll be doing a tremendous favor to every actor and director in stock. This appealed to his public spirit, so touched, Mr. Arnold, that he left the stage. He became a film star and fooled his old associates by turning into one of the most dependable actors on the screen. Our other stars are Faye Ray and H.B. Warner. Ms. Ray advanced to stardom from Hollywood High School.  In our play, she's Emily Griswold. My association with H.B. Warner dates back to the time he became the original star of alias Jimmy Valentine. When we both came to Hollywood, one of the first roles he played for me was in The Ghostbreaker, in which he was locked in a prison cell with a dozen large rats. The property man was unable to get any black rats, so we secured some tame white ones and covered them with lamp black.  Since then, he's become celebrated for his spiritual characterizations, starring for me in The King of Kings and recently for Columbia Studios in Lost Horizon. For us tonight, he plays the archbishop and now the Lux Radio Theatre presents Edward Arnold in The Boss with Faye Ray and H.B. Warner. The tenement district of a middle-western city. On the side street, which comes to a dead end at the riverfront, the limousine is pulled up to the curb. In the back seat is Mike Regan, the political and financial boss of the town and beside him his boyhood friend, now his grace the archbishop. The priest leans forward, talking earnestly. And there you have it, Michael. It's not a pretty picture, is it? Now the whole district and every shanty inn it has rotten to the core. I don't know how they live in them. And you see, they can't help themselves, Michael. They can't lift themselves by their bootstraps. It's up to us. Michael, when you see what conditions are... Wait a minute, wait a minute, Grace. I don't like to interrupt, but you don't have to tell me about this district. I know, Michael. You were born here. Well, so was I. But it's a long time since you've been back. What do you want me to do? Is it money? If it is, just say the word. Money would help, of course, but I was thinking of something else. Yeah?  Half the men in this district have jobs at your mill. I was hoping you would, well, take more of a personal interest. Oh, now, your Grace, I can't do that. That takes a lot of time. Is your time more important than the lives of 8,000 people, Michael? It's my time that gives them jobs. Where'd my company be, your Grace, if I was puttering around down here every day? I can't do it. But I'll tell you what I can do. You want me to help these people and I will. You just tell me how much it will take. There's a girl trying to... Demi Griswald. Open the door, Dugan. Good morning, your Grace. Good morning, Emily. Oh, don't get out, please. How are you, my dear? Well, I saw you sitting in the car and I just wanted to ask you to drop in on Mrs. Holloway, if you could. Is she bad again? About the same. There's no hurry. I'll run in to see her. Oh, this is Michael Rigard, Miss Griswald. How are you? Miss Griswald has been helping us out in Shandetown. Oh, is that so? One of our very best social workers. Well, I do what I can. It's not very much. I've just been talking to Michael about taking a personal interest in things down here. Oh, that's splendid. I'm so glad you're going to Mr. Regan. Well, I didn't exactly say... There's so much that can be done. If only people would understand that... that money alone doesn't help very much. Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's right. Yes, that's just what we were saying. But Emily, perhaps you and Mr. Regan ought to talk things over. Of course, anytime. I have a lot of ideas, Mr. Regan. Oh, well, that's fine. What about tonight? Oh, I couldn't tonight. Tomorrow? Well, I'm pretty busy all day. But I usually go for a ride in the park before breakfast. You mean a horseback ride? My yes. Well, it's a little out of my line, but I've always wanted to try it. Well, good. I'll see you there. Yeah, sure, sure. Goodbye, your grace. Goodbye, Emily. Well, Michael. That's nice girl, isn't she? Real high society, eh? You meet all kinds in social work. Yeah. Well, I... I'm glad you've changed your mind, Michael. Yeah? I...    No, I don't think I will. Hey, boss! Not bad. Good morning, Mr. Regan. Hello, Davis. Outriding this morning, sir. Yeah, I'm getting so I can almost stay in a horse now. Hello, parking. Hi, boss. Where did you see me? Yeah. All right, Davis, outside. Yes, sir. The mail's on your desk. Thank you. Well, he's come. Just like I said he would. Oh. That young grizzled guy. Oh, eh? Did he say what he wanted? No. But I only need one guess. It's probably about them contracts you've been taking from under his old man's nose. No, what about him? I was just wondering what he was going to do. Well, I'm going to keep him, of course. I got him fair and square, didn't I? Sure. Only I was thinking, you are outriding with his sister every morning. Hockey or a softy. Business and sentiment don't mix. You know that. Send him in here. Okay. Mr. Regan here now. Thanks. Well, come in. My name is Donald Grizzled. Yeah, I know. Sit down. You probably also know why I'm here. I guess so. Regan, you've been underbidding us on every contract we have. I want to know what's behind it. Oh, there ain't nothing behind it. Except I can sell cheaper, that's all. The Western amalgamated went over to you this morning. Oh, did it? Well, that's the way it goes, young fellow. They say that competition is the life. This isn't competition, Regan. It's robbery. We've had those contracts for years. And just because you pay your labor starvation wages, you think you can sneak in and... That's enough of that, young fellow. I didn't ask you to come here. If you want to talk business, send your old man around. I don't deal with kids. When can you see us? Will you be home tonight? Home? I don't see what that has to do with it. Well, I'll be passing that way around 8 o'clock, that's all. I've been wanting to talk to your old man anyhow. Well? I suppose we'll have to be there. Good. And have a cigar? Thanks, but we can still afford our own. Oh. The kid's got gumption, Mike. I guess it runs in the family. So he's coming here. He insisted on it. I know what's in his mind, Dad. He thinks because he's got us in a hole, he can use us for a stepping stone. Well, he won't. Donald, my boy, there's no use in getting excited. Regardless of what this man, Regan, is...  Regardless of that, he has us right where he wants us, Donald. Those notes, they're due on the first. If we fail, I can't meet them. Those banks will go under like that. They can't take that chance, son. Yes, I know. Well, if we only had time, if I could only get him to keep his thieving hands off the Western contracts for one month, that's all I'd need, just a month. What would you do? I'd get his men out on a strike. Oh, you couldn't do that. Ah, couldn't I? They're like a powder magazine just waiting for a match. How many of them are there? Over 3,000.  You know why those people in Shantytown can't buy food for their kids? Because Regan pays the men's starvation wages and then takes it away from them in rent. He owns the whole district and charges them sky-high prices for living quarters that aren't fit for animals. Are you sure of that? That he really owns that property? Of course I am. Oh, he's kept it quiet, all right. He's afraid it might interfere with his social climbing. I'll tell your dad that... Oh, wait. Come in. Yes, Mitchell? I beg your pardon, sir. There's a Mr. Regan to see you. Oh. Show him in, please. Yes, sir. You'll find Mr. Grisvold in the library, sir. Okay. Here's a dollar for you. Oh, no, sir. Oh, go on, take it. I'm sorry, sir, but I can't. Okay, buddy, it's your loss. Got a snipe. Well done, Donald. Hello, gents. How do you do, Mr. Regan? Good evening. Sorry I'm late. Pretty busy these days. Well, this is certainly a nifty layout you got here, Grisvold. Real class. Sit down, Mr. Regan. I don't want to take up too much of your valuable time. Okay, let's get at it. I'll go straight to the point, Regan. I've been handling most of the grain that lands in this city for nearly 25 years. But I'm afraid I'm too conservative to fight the conditions you've created. You've beaten me, Regan. I don't want to bother you. Just a moment, please. I want to make the situation perfectly clear. For a good many years, I've also been rather prominent in the direction of three important banks. Yeah, the people's trust, the union guarantee, and the farmers' loan. Yes. Yeah, and they've put up the money you've been fighting me with. You'll file your bankruptcy petition within a week. There'll be a run on those banks, and they'll go to places so quick they'll never know what struck them. I know. If you take over my business now, you'll shake the credit of the whole state. I don't give a hope for the credit of the state. I can hang on through any run. Mr. Regan. But you can. Say, do you know where a run had land you? Right in the county jug, with a steady job as a laundry man washing under shrimp. Regan, give me six months before you take over the western. I have some loans coming in. I'm sorry, Mr. Four then. At the end, you'll get the business just the same. Sure. But I think I ought to make a moral example of you, Mr. Griswold. What? Yeah. What do you think the folks in the Fourth Ward are going to say when they hear that all their savings have gone blind? Sure, there are a lot of hooligans that wouldn't know a cream to mint from a grand piano. But what are you going to tell them, Mr. Griswold, when they up and smash your beak off on the way to jail? I assumed you came here to talk business, Mr. Regan. I can see it's hopeless now. Oh, forget it. Forget it. The trouble with you, Pat, and other guys is you can't see a joke when it jumps up and hits you in the teeth. I'm trying to make it tough for you? I was only kidding. Hey, what do you say to a compromise? Compromise? That's the idea. Bunch up of the two firms. You mean an amalgamation? That's right, but my mouth's too full of teeth to say it. Well, what do you say? An amalgamation. No, you can't do it. I've got to think of those depositors. I know that, but he's got something else up his sleeve. He must have. Why don't you lay it on the table, Regan?  Well, you called my bluff and I don't know his mind-show on my hand. Mr. Griswold, I didn't care nothing about squaring things up this way when I started in to grab your business. I've been thinking. And right now I'd like to make up good and close to you because... Because what? Because I wouldn't ask your daughter if by any chance she'd mind being Mrs. Regan. What? Marry me. That's one. Get out, Regan. Get out and stay out. What do you mean? You hurt him. Get out. Oh, so I'm canned, huh? Yeah, I get the bum's rush, huh?   We know what you can do and we're telling you to get out. Father, Donald, what's the message? Oh, good evening, Miss Emily. Go upstairs, Emily. No, I won't. There's something wrong. Please get out of here. What for? Miss Griswold's a pretty important person in this business. Let's see what she's got to say. About what, Mr. Regan? Emily, my dear. I guess I better do the talking, Mr. Listen, Miss Emily. Well? I ain't seen you more than four or five times, but I'm no slouch when it comes to making up my mind. So here goes.  I don't gamble or play the races. I never got mixed up with women because they've been on the jump all the time, I suppose. And they tell me that women takes up a lot of time. But now I'm getting along and I've made my pile. And I feel like settling down and having someone pour my coffee in the morning and put my carpet slippers on the radiator at night. You mean? I guess you're wise. I want you to marry me. To get a social position for his dirty politics. Young fellow, I can put this through without your button, then. I know you can help me, Miss Emily, and I ain't ashamed to say it. But that ain't the reason I want you. Isn't it? No. I'm crazy about you, that's why. Yes, he's offered to buy you, Emily. He's offered dad a partnership. I've offered him more than a partnership, young fellow. I've offered him a chance to hang on to his good name. What do you mean? It's nothing, Emily. No, listen, Mr. Grissel. Your father's borrowed money from three banks. He just happens to be a director in them, that's all. When he goes bankrupt, they'll stop payment.  Dad! What's more, those laborers of mine that you're so stuck on in Shantytown, they'll lose every bit of dough they ever managed to scrape together. Dad, is this true? Yes, Emily. But they have so little. It means everything to them. I don't suppose there's anything else you'll take, Mr. Regan. You wouldn't offer that partnership on any other basis. No, ma'am, I wouldn't. But I'll tell you what I will do. You take me up on my proposition and I'll do better than the partnership. I'll give your father back half the contracts I took from him. On the day of our wedding, I suppose.  I'm not a fool, Donald. Good night, Mr. Regan. You mean you won't? I said, good night, Mr. Regan. Okay. Good night. Of course, this is a fine hour to be coming in. May I come in, please? I know it's rather late, but do you mind? No, no, of course not. Come in. Uh, sit down, won't you? Thank you. I've come to tell you that if you still want me, I'm willing to take your proposition. You mean it? Yes. You mean your father... My father doesn't know anything about it. I see. Before we go any further, I'd like you to understand one thing. I don't care for you. I never will care for you. No? Well, I didn't seem to worry you before.   Yeah, but you... Those are my conditions. I'll help you with my position. I'll do my best for you that way. But that's all. It's just an everyday bargain. If you want me, on that basis, you can have me. Well? That's a pretty sharp offer you're making me. But I'll take it just the same. On those 10s? I always take what I can get, and then I always get a little more. You won't. This time. No? All right. I'll take my chances on that. That's one of the Bosses, starring Edward Arnold, Ray Ray, and H.B. Warner. In a few moments, our stars will return in act two. Let's take advantage of this short intermission to play a little game. We're going to give you some bits of neighborly gossip about the screen stars, but we won't give you the names. See if you can guess to whom each item applies. You'll want pencil and paper for this. There will be five questions. Ready? A young lady who knows all the answers will read the questions, and at the end of each, give you the right answer and tell you how much credit to give yourself if you're right. Are you ready? Question one. We don't usually associate screen stars with homely domestic chores, but there is one Hollywood beauty who is frequently seen doing her own marketing. Do you know who she is? The answer is, and if you're right, give yourself 15, Miriam Hopkins. Question two. Screen stars, poor days, are usually too busy on location to go off on a honeymoon. One of them, however, recently determined nothing was going to interfere with her long dreamed up Johnthru Europe with her new husband. And off she went. Do you remember? The answer is Claudette Colbert. 15 for that one too if you have it right. Claudette Colbert. Question three. To be included among the first ten box office draws is the goal at which all screen stars aim. Recently, a young unknown came to Hollywood and took the country by storm with her first picture. She is the first woman star since sound pictures came in to reach that enviable first ten spot in the short space of one year. Do you know her? The answer is Sonya Hennie. Take 15 credits if you got that one, Sonya Hennie. Question four. One of our most charming Hollywood lovelies has two sisters in pictures. Equally lovely, but not as well known. Who are these three little maids? They look alike too. Did you get it right? Loretta Young, Sally Blaine, and Polly Ann Young. You can have 15 for that one. Loretta Young and her two sisters. Question five. The camera shows up the tiniest complexion floor. Screen stars must keep skin smooth and clear at all times. What famous screen stars use lux toilet soap to guard their priceless complexion? I know the answer to that one. There are too many to mention. For actually nine out of ten screen stars use lux toilet soap. These famous beauties wouldn't dream of letting their pores become choked with dust, dirt, and stale cosmetics. They know that pores choked in this way cause cosmetic skin, dullness, tiny blemishes, and enlarged pores. Lux toilet soap's active leather removes thoroughly dust and dirt, stale rouge and powder, leaves skin soft and smooth. That is certainly the right answer, Mr. Ruick. You can take 40% for it, and so can all the women in the audience who got it right. That brings us up to 100%, and that's as it should be. For lux toilet soap is mighty important to women everywhere. It helps them score 100%, helps to put them over the top. And now, Mr. DeMille and our play. We continue with the boss, starring Edward Arnold, Faye Ray, and H.B. Warner. Several months have passed. Donald Griswold, roused to fury by Emily's marriage, has been fighting Regan openly. Agitating among the mill workers, he's brought them to fever heat, and the word strike goes whispering through the plant. Porky McCoy has just brought this news to the boss. They're having a meeting tonight, boss. Over in St. Mary's Hall. Young Griswold is going to speak, and he's bringing a whole crowd of the big shots with him. J.C. Tyler, Roland Adams, and the Archbishop himself. The Archbishop? Yeah. And if he speaks against us, we're through. The men will walk out like sheep. Through, eh? All right. Let him quit. If the Western will stand by me for another week, I'll beat him to a standstill. Oh. I got a bunch of men on their way right now. 3,000 of them, they'll work for half paid. Say, that's great, boss. That's swell. Now, you get over that meeting tonight, and let me know how things are going, see?  Okay, boss. Lick me, huh? Yes, they will. I ain't interrupting them, eh? Oh, no, it's all right. You're looking swell tonight. You know, I kept watching you at the dinner table and saying to myself, she's got all the other dames in this town lashed to the mast. Thank you. You know what day this is, Emily? Day? Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's October the 29th. Well? Well, think back six months and, you know, well... Oh, yes. Yes, I'd forgotten. Yeah, well, I ain't.  Look, Emily, it's a... it's a pin. What's the matter, don't you want it? Thank you, Michael. You ain't even looked at it. It's a diamond frog with emeralds in it. Look. Hey, let me put it on. No, no, no. If you don't mind, I'd rather not. I see. That's the second thing I brought you that you won't wear. Yeah. You're certainly not breaking down any, are you? You said you'd take your chances. No, I'm not beefing, but I thought... Okay, Emily, I won't bother you anymore. I'm sorry, Michael. But that's the way it has to be. Mr. Regan, sir. Hello. There's a call for you, sir. Will you take it in here? Yeah. Yes, sir. Hello. Yeah, Pocky. What? Oh, yeah. Sure, sure. I'll see him. I'll see him in the office in ten minutes. I've got to go to the office. I guess you don't mind much. What's the matter? Oh, they're sending a striker over to give me their terms. Their terms. You're not going down there alone. Yeah, I will. You can't do that. You mustn't. Why? Well, I... I don't want any trouble, Michael. Oh. You know, for a second then, I thought you was thinking about me. I'll call you later. They're waiting for me over at the meeting. Eight-hour day, two ships, and a 25% raise and pay. Is that all? Don't you want my watch and chain, too? We don't want nothing that ain't ours by rights. Who framed that resolution, Griswold, I suppose? I ain't saying. Well, what's it going to be? You want my answer, huh? Yeah. And if it ain't the kind we like, we'll soak you all the harder later on. Well, come on, Regan. What do you say? I don't say nothing. My right hand does all my talking, and here's your answer now.  Take my answer back to Griswold.  What's the matter with you? Come on, do you hear me? What do you do down here? I told you... What happened? What did you do to him? Oh, they sent him over here, and I hit him. Get some water. Quick. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh... Did I finish him? I don't know. Give me your handkerchief. What's that mark on his head? I didn't hit him there. He must have fallen again from the desk. Oh, I hope you're proud of yourself, Mike. Oh, lay off, would you? I didn't mean to hit him that hard. I lost my head. Do you know this man? No, just that he was one of the men in the... Do you know anything about him? No. Well, I do. He was at the hospital last week when I went to see his wife. His wife? She's sick. She's dying. Dying? I didn't know that. I... Why didn't he come here for him? Why didn't he send someone else? Well, it's too late for that now. Yeah, yeah. Where's my wallet? Huh. What are you doing? Oh, just a couple of bills. That's all I'll slip in his pocket. I guess he'll use them. I suppose you think that makes everything all right. Well, whether it does or not, it'll help, won't it? I didn't mean to hit him that hard. I lost my head. Oh, I knew this was going to happen. Michael. Listen. Michael Regan. If someone come up the steps, I got to get this guy out of here. Michael. It's the Archbishop. The Archbishop. If he sees this, stall him for a minute. I got to get this guy in the other office. Can you carry him alone? Yeah, sure. Stole him. Michael. Come in, your grace. Well, Emily, I didn't expect to find you here. Where's Michael? He'll be right in. I tried to call him at home, but they said he was here. I've got to speak to him, Emily. Well, yes, your grace, he... Wow. Good evening, Father. I'm glad you're still here, Michael. Sit down, your grace. Sit down, I... I haven't time. I'm on my way to the Stryker's meeting in St. Mary's Hall. Stryker's meeting? Oh, now you're not going to speak against me, Father. That's just what I've got to do. But why? Young Grissel was talking to me this afternoon, and I see I've kept my mouth shut long enough. So I just stopped off on my way down for... Well, for the sake of old times, Mickey, to ask you if you won't give in before it's all too late. Give in and take a looking, huh? Yeah, you were never much good at that, were you? You were always the fightingest kid in the whole fourth ward. I guess I was. But remember, Mickey, whenever you'd go too far, I'd rise up in the name of righteousness and beat the very stuffing out of you. Well, you was two years older than me, and the blame side bigger. Oh, Mickey. Yes, Father? I'll give it up, my son. Tell them, then, you'll give them what they want. They deserve it, and... Oh, it's for your sake, but I'm asking, Mickey. What if I don't? I'll speak at this meeting tonight. I'll tell these Strykers I'm behind them. I won't rest until I've struck you to the ground, my son, and I can do it. You know I can. All right. You've got me, Father. I'll give in. You mean it? Sure. If you go straight home from here without showing yourself or speaking at the hall, I'll send them word tomorrow morning that I'm down. And by Sunday, we'll have the terms all settled. You promise? For sure I promise. I hope I can trust you, Michael. You can trust me like you trust yourself. All right. I won't go near that meeting tonight. That's all I wanted to know, Father. In a week, you'll have settled it for good? Just one week, and I'll settle it for good and all. You're great. Do you hear that? Do you know what he means? What are you talking about?  I won't.   What? You're crazy. He's lied to you. He hasn't the least intention of giving up one inch to those strikers. Don't mind her, Father. She's off on that. He's just fighting for time. Time, that's all he wants. A week? Why on a week? He's going to have 3,000 men here to take over the strikers' jobs. Who told you that? Regan, is this true?  I've had a change of heart. I feel as if every one of them's strikers was my brother. Your brother? Open that door, your grace, and look into the next room.  The man you see there brought the strikers out and made him to this office tonight. He'll show you how my husband treats his brothers. Father, wait a second. Listen. Get out of my way. You lied, Michael. You lied to me. It was an accident, Father. I didn't mean to hurt him. No. And you don't mean to keep your word about settling the strike. I will see about that. Wait a minute, Father. Where are you going? To St. Mary's Hall. No, Father, you can't do that. I can and I will. I'll talk to the citizens of this town as a priest who's never talked to them before. Now get out of my way. Father, wait. Well, listen, Paul King. Take down everything he says, everything. Then call me here at home. Yeah, yeah. Michael? I've taken care of that man. Oh, how is he? He'll be all right. Well, then that's okay. Yes. You did a good job. Yeah. You didn't do so bad yourself. The archbishop is down there at that meeting speaking against me now. That's pretty good, too. Turning against your own husband. Trying to soak him everywhere you caught. That's not true. I didn't feel that way. Yeah, and I treated you well. And I'd done everything I thought you wanted, big and small. And I kept out of your way as much as I could, sneaking in at the back door night after night, taking off my shoes when I went upstairs, beating it from a room whenever I heard you coming. I've tried to make living here easy for you. And it's been no cinch for a man like me. No cinch, I'll tell you. And that's the truth. And now what do I get? You lie low, waiting for the chance when you see I'm breathing hard and scrapping with both hands? You're up and sticking my- Stop it! Stop it! Well, I know so. Wait. Listen, there's something I want to say. I've hung on to myself for six months now.  But I've come to the end. I spoke out tonight because I couldn't help it. You're here? I couldn't help it. And I'll go on that way unless you give up this shameful fight. Give up? I don't know how. Do you hear? I'm through with you. Hello.  I've been a fool even to help at a night.  Hello, Pocky. Did he speak yet? What did he say? Yeah? Yeah? Hmm. You're supposed to be walking out on me, huh?  What's all that noise? Sheeran. Sheeran, huh? Sheeran. Oh, Michael. Oh, Michael. Go away. Go on. Beat it and let me alone. Come in. A telegram for Mr. Regan. A telegram. Give it to me. Give it to me. What is it? Michael, what is it? What's the matter? It's the Western. They've cancelled my contracts. And they've gone back in me. Now I am finished. I'm smashed. Go on. Tell me you're glad. Go on.  And laugh. Why don't you laugh? Go on. Don't be scared. I can't hurt you. I can't hurt nobody anymore. I'm done. I'm done. This is the Columbia broadcasting system. So, ladies and gentlemen, the second act of our drama comes to its close. Our stars will be back in a moment, though, to continue this story of a mismated man and woman. Into the Lux Radio Theatre now steps a lady internationally known for her advice on matters of marriage. Her name is Dorothy Dix. You've doubtless read her famous column that's syndicated in newspapers the world over. At the moment, she's sitting in the study of her home in New Orleans behind a carved oak desk across which the troubles of millions of persons have come to her. Miss Dorothy Dix has just recently celebrated her 41st anniversary of the Dorothy Dix column.  Tonight, for the first time in her life, she speaks over the radio. We're honored to welcome her on the air. And it's my privilege to extend the stage of the Lux Radio Theatre to her now. Miss Dorothy Dix speaks to you from New Orleans. Thank you, Mr. Demille. First experience in speaking over the radio. And I feel that I'm a little advanced in life to undertake an active role in that very young feel. Usually, I just listen. And as a listener, I've enjoyed many of your Lux plays. There is fine in the feel of entertainment as your Lux soap is in the field of beauty. Your play this evening interests me particularly. I have never heard the boss before, and I don't know how his problem is going to work out. However, I've known many makers and emilies, though their problems have varied in a thousand ways from the one we find in this particular drama. Although it is not possible to cover on congenial marriage with one blanket of advice, I do want to say something about husbands and wives who find themselves at odds with each other.  I contend that this is nearly always a mistake, and that there are very few marriages, even if they have gone on the rocks that cannot be salvaged. How would you do this? Of course, there is no foolproof recipe for making a marriage a success. But there are a lot of things you can do that will help to keep one a going concerned. And my first suggestion is not to be in too great a hurry to buy a ticket to Reno. Give your marriage a chance to jail. Don't call it off before you've made an honest try of it. It takes a lot of time for any business to get on its feet, and for partners to learn to adjust themselves to each other. Many a business that tattered on the verge of bankruptcy has, in the end, made millions for those who had the grit to stick to it and see it through. And many a marriage that gets off to a bad start finishes in a glorious burst of happiness. My second suggestion is treat your husband or wife as you would like to be treated. If you crave affection, be a great lover yourself. If you hunger for appreciation, never forget to show it. My third suggestion is look for the virtues of the one to whom you are married and shut your eyes to his or her faults. There is a lot of self-hypnotism in love, and we can find in our midst what we want to find if we try hard enough. Don't forget that an ounce of tact will go farther than a ton of arguments and approaches. And hold fast to the thought that husbands and wives do fall in love with each other and many disgruntled ones find a happy solution to their difficulties. And if all of your efforts to make a happy marriage fail, still you profit because you have enriched your soul and fortified your character. You have not cheated yourself out of all that is good and strong and rich in life by turning quitter. These thoughts I leave with you. I'm happy to have talked with you and I will now join you as a listener for I too want to know how the boss is going to solve his problem. Your three suggestions, Miss Dix, accept our gratitude. We are back now in Hollywood presenting Edward Arnold, Faye Ray and H.B. Warner in The Boss. It's early the following morning and Mike Regan has rallied himself for a last desperate effort. He and Pocky McCoy are in a car, flooring slowly through the town on the lookout for fresh activities of the strikers. You wanted to be here, boss.   I know what I'm doing. Yeah, I wish I was sure of that. Hey, look, stop the car. There they are, boss. The whole mob of them. They're heading for the plants. That's Grisle with them, ain't it? Looks like him. He's taking them there for a meeting. Home grounds, huh? Let me out, boss. I round up a couple of the old gang and will do it. No, no, no, no, no. Enough stuff. Okay, boss. But we ought to know what they're going to do. They might start to take it easy. I'll be at the house if you want me. Okay, boss. Look, the first thing. I've been waiting for you all morning. Not for the, tell me you're sorry? Yes. Well, you don't have to. I don't need your sympathy. Not until I'm licked. You mean you're still going to fight? Still. I'm just starting. And it's going to be a swell show. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to turn the grain traffic from this town to Montreal. What? Yeah. I send a wire last night to the shoreline, offer them half-present rates, if they'd unloaded Montreal. I'm waiting for an answer now. Half-rate? But, but will it pay? Hey, who wants to make it pay? All I want to do is get back at this town, and that's what I'm going to do. I'll show this town, I'll strip it clean. What do you mean? I got over six million invested in this place, and when I skip, my dough skips with me. You see? No, I don't see. I don't see at all. Well, then listen to this. A lot of that dough is in mortgages, overdue mortgages. Michael. Yeah. And before I leave here, I foreclose on every one of them. You wouldn't. Now watch me. Whose mortgages are they? All just little ones down around Lake Street. Lake Street? Why, that's, that's shantytown. Sure, what about it? Well, what's going to happen to those men? The men you've employed for years. You mean the men that started the strike and beat me? They're going to lose their happy homes. That's what'll happen to them. Michael, you can't. They're the people that made you.  Yeah, that's it, revenge. I'm going to squeeze them until I hear their bones cracking. You won't. You won't, Michael. I married you only to help those people. And I'm not going to see my sacrifice go for nothing. Now how are you going to help it? Well, I don't know. I don't know anything except that I'm your wife. And you can't do this. I'm your wife. My wife? That's a good one, that is. I guess if you was my wife, I might act different. You say you feel sorry for them strikers. Well, let me tell you right now, there's not one of them that ain't got more than I have. He's got someone that'll love him. What have I got? Nothing. Michael, listen to me. I'm sorry for everything, really, I am. I should never have married you with those conditions. But I'll change now. I'll be different. Different? Don't you want me to, Michael? Emily, do you have to ask me that? Sure, I want to. All right, then. I will. Emily. You will have to give up this idea of yours. Oh, yeah? You've got to leave those people alone. Oh, so it's another bargain you're making. Is that it? No, it isn't. Yes, it is.  Do you think I want you, if that's how you come to me? Do you think I'll take my wife that way? Michael. I won't have you, see? If you don't come to me of your own free will, I don't want you at all. No, you're wrong. It is of my own. Who is it? Mr. McCoy to see you, Mr. Regan. I can't see him now. He says it's important, sir. He seems rather upset. Yeah? Well, what did he... All right, send him in. In the library. Yes, sir. I'll speak to you later. Boss. All right, porky. What's on your mind? Boss, it's... It's about young Griswold. Yeah? Well, come on. Come on, spill it. He got the crowd under the plant, boss. He got up on a barrel and sailed into you. Said he was going to lick you. Call you all the dirty names you could think of. I... I guess I sort of went out my nothing eye. Well, go on. Go on. There was something at him. A bottle there. I hid it and it caught him in the head. What? He went down. What happened then? Tell me, is he all right? I don't know. He took him into Dugan's cafe. Then the ambulance came and got him. You fool! I didn't mean to do it. I understood. I didn't. But they're coming out in here, boss. The whole crowd of them. They're heading this way and I...  Did anyone see you throw that bottle? No. It was all looking at him. I was on the outside of the crowd. Then it's all right.   If there's any trouble, I'll take care of you. Ah, gee. Thanks, Mike. I knew you'd fix it up for me. Go on. Get out the back way. I'm going to talk to you. Michael, what's the matter? What do you mean? Look out of the window. They're crowded strikers. What do they want? It's all right. Just take it easy. They found out about the mortgage. No, no. It's nothing like that. Sit down and I'll tell you about it. What is it? Tell me. It's about your brother. What's happened to him? Well, he went down to the plant to talk to the men. Well? He was saying some rotten stuff about me and they began firing things. Porky says it was a bottle that caught him in the head. They got him in the hospital as quick as they could. Oh, you did it. You told him to do it. Emily, you don't believe that? You don't believe I've done a thing like that? No, you don't. You can't. Don't. Don't. I never did a thing about it until Porky told me. I wouldn't have had it happen for anything. Oh, Emily, listen to me. I got the whole timeline up against me. I'm all alone. But if you will believe me, Emily, I don't care. I will be different, too, from now on. I'll be as different as I know how. I'll drop the Montreal deal. I won't foreclose any mortgages. I'll do anything you want me to if you'll only believe me. Emily. Don't touch me. Emily.  Oh, you don't think I've done it. You don't. You did it. I know you did it. Oh, but just a moment. Get out of the way, Mr. Regan. Yeah. I'm Inspector Kennedy from Police Headquarters. I've got a warrant here for your arrest. You'll have to come along, Regan. Well, can you wait a minute, please? Just a minute. Emily. Emily, listen to me. I didn't do it, so help me God. I didn't. Emily. All right, Inspector. I'm ready now. Why don't you tell them the truth? They'd let you out of here right now. If I turned around and blamed some poor sucker who don't know any better. Now, I agree. I'm the guy that's responsible. I'm the guy that's taken the rap. That's the way it is, and that's the way it's going to stand. And still, I say you didn't do it. Well, what makes you so sure? Because I know who did. Oh, you do? Yes, a priest comes to know these things, Michael, even though he can't speak of them. Well, what of it? It's a fine sacrifice. You're making my son, but it may turn out to be greater than you think. You mean if Griswold dies, huh? Yes, Michael. Yeah, I know. They'll hang me high in the kite. So what? Hulk, he's got a wife. He's got a kid. He's got everything to lose. And you? Me! I never had anything to begin with. Michael, if you won't help yourself, there's nothing I can do for you. That's right. I don't want any help. I don't want anything, Father. Very well, my son. Oh, Father, wait. There is just one thing. Yes? I'd like to see Emily again. Would you ask her to come? I guess... I guess she'll do it, but... I'd like to see her just once. Any word? Name, please. I... I'm Mrs. Regan. There was supposed to be a pass for me here. Yes, ma'am. Here you are. The guard will show you to his cell. Thank you. Any chance yet, officer? You'll have to wait, McCoy. McCoy? Oh, hello, Mrs. Regan. Are you waiting to see him, too, Paukey? Well, no. No, ma'am, I ain't. This way, Mrs. Regan. Thank you. Five minutes, Mrs. Regan. How are you, Michael? I'm glad to see you, Emily. Did the archbishop tell you... I haven't seen the archbishop. Huh? No, I've been at the hospital since yesterday. Oh. Well, I wanted to see you, Emily. It's... Well, it's about those mortgages. Yes? I thought I'd deed them over to you if you didn't mind. Deed them over to me? But I thought you were going to foreclose. I changed my mind. Oh, I... Oh, I don't know.  And I thought seeing you was so interesting to those men down there. You'd like to keep an eye on them and see that they don't get into trouble. They're just like kids, you know. I guess they need someone to look after them. Oh, Michael. Will you do it, then? Oh, that's fine. I'll fix the papers up tomorrow. Oh, thank you. Oh, that's all right. Well, you're the boss now, Emily. The boss of Shanty Town, eh? I guess you'll be a better one than me. Are you going to Montreal soon? Montreal... I guess I ain't going any place for a long time yet. You mean on account of Don? Yeah. Well, then you don't know. Know what? Well, it's all right. He's going to get well. Is he? Yes, that's what the doctor says. He operated at two o'clock. Don knew me before I left the hospital. Oh, gee, I'm glad. I'm awful glad, Emily. So you can probably go to Montreal after all. Yeah, I suppose I can. But somehow, I guess I won't. You're giving that up, too? Well, it looks that way. But why? You don't have to. Can't I do a decent thing sometimes just for the fun of it? Just for the fun of it? Well, I ain't doing it for any other reason. You've changed. Me? No. I'm just the same as I always was. Well, then I've changed, because everything looks different to me now, Michael. I'm sorry I didn't believe you about Don. Oh, what's the difference? You've done so many things, and I knew how you felt about Don, and when you told me it all seemed to go together, I couldn't think of... Oh, don't begin that again, please. But now it's all right. I'm sure now. I know you didn't do it. You believe me? Yes, I do. And you've got to forgive me for not believing you before. Oh, quit it, Don. But I'll make up for it, you'll see. I'll make up for it, I promise. You mean you... Oh, no, Emily. I know you're just saying it to make things easy for me, but... Oh, no, I'm not. Sure, we can't pick it up now. We've got to start all over, only this time we've got to start alone. Why? We were all wrong, Emily, right from the beginning. I was wrong in thinking I could ever make you happy, and you was wrong in thinking you could ever let me try. Oh, Don, please, Don. People have to love each other awful hard before they can get married. If you and me had done that, I guess everything would have been all right. But as it is, all the bills paid, the accounts all closed. If there's any forgiven to be done, I guess I'll do my share. I hope God gives you all the things you never could get from me, Emily. I hope you'll live happy. Good luck to you, and goodbye. Mr. Egan? Yeah? That man McCoy. What about him? He just spilled the whole thing. He went in to see the inspector, made an affidavit, saying that he threw the bottle and you had nothing to do with it. McCoy said that. Yes, ma'am. So you're all right, Regan. Officer. Yes, ma'am. Oh, would you call my chauffeur? I'm... I'm going to take my husband home. Sure, Mrs. Regan. Emily. Michael, is that your overcoat? Yeah, Emily. Well, here, put it on. And be sure to button it up. It's chilly out. Your hat. Oh, wait. I'll show you how you'll have to wear it now. Not till she adores your eye like that, Michael. Straight, or almost straight, anyway. You mean like this? Yes, like that. That's fine. Now take it off. Why? Just put it on. Oh, Michael.  Emily. Oh, gee. And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes our presentation of the Boss and paves the way for a personal meeting with Edward Arnold and Faye Ray. Many thanks, Mr. DeMille. It's such a pleasure to be here, and it gives me another opportunity to thank the sponsors of this program for their wonderful product. Here in Hollywood, where a girl has to be most careful about her complexion, LuxBope is indeed a friend. I know I wouldn't think of using anything else. You know, that's very kind of you, Faye, and I thank you all. I thought you were something of a poet, and I believe our audience would like to hear one of your efforts. Well, I'm not so sure you should be so sure. You know, my career as an amateur poet began and ended when I was 14. While other kids were playing cops and robbers, I was writing poems. But after I saw one published, well, let's talk about Eddie. You know, I'm worried about you, Eddie. Haven't you been well? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm marvelous, wasn't I? You... You seem a little thinner than the last time you were here. Yes. Oh, that... Are you reducing for a new picture? No, it's not that. Well, but you certainly are thinner. Well, if you must know, it's because my wife is away. She's in New York doing some concert singing, and until she returns, well, I'm doing the cooking. I've always understood that you're an excellent cook.  It's really nothing but a hobby to me, cooking. Just like Faye here writes poetry. Of course, anybody can write poetry. But sour, brotten, and potato dumplings are... Well, now. If your old sour brotten is so good, what's the recipe? I bet you don't even know how to cook it. Oh, yeah? I'll not only tell you how, but what's more, just to prove how easy it is to write poetry, I'll do it in rhyme. I dare you. All right. Here it goes. Now, the little, the title of this poem is Sour Brotten. I torched it off one day after eating some of my own sour brotten, so blame it on the cooking if you want to. Of all the things that man has begotten, what is more grand than sour brotten? Especially when you're serving in those dumplings made of potatoes. I'm sure my teeth have never sodden a tastier dish than sour brotten. So it tastes like food and not like water. Soak the meat in a bucket of water, and just to be sure it's especially nice, add a cupful of vinegar and a thimbleful of spice. The reason why it is sometimes tough is because many people don't soak it enough. Let it soak for three days or four at the most, then cook in the oven like you cook a pot roast. Now for the dumplings made of spuds, in order that you won't be done, and for the best results from a boiled potato, boil them first and peel them later. After they've cooled they look much nicer if you slice them through a potato slicer. Then drop them into a batter consisting of pepper and salt and flour and mixing. It's not essential, but if you like to putter, slip in some croutons fried in butter. Back to the pot the whole thing goes better, croutons, potatoes, they're to boil, bubble, bubble, bubble, potato dumplings are an awful lot of trouble. But what tastes better if you've cooked them right? There's nothing more tender and nothing more light. You can have your squab, you can have your mutton, please pass those dumplings and sour bread. By Edward Arnold the End. A very important announcement about next week's play in stars comes from Mr. DeMille Shortley. Heard in tonight's drama were Howard Phillips as Donald Griswold, Frank Shannon as Porky McCoy, Wright Cramer as Mr. Griswold, Eric Wilton as Mitchell, Earl Gunn as Scanlon, Lou Merrill as the Inspector, Frank Nelson as Davis, David Kerman as Dave, Sidney Newman as Gates, Eddie Kane as an Officer, and Ross Forrester as a News Boy. Mr. Arnold appeared through courtesy of BP Schulberg and Louis Silver's 20th Century Fox, where he directed music for the new film, Sally, Irene and Mary. Back now to our producer. Last January, the Lux Radio Theatre was honored with the presence of one of the greatest actors of our generation, who chose our stage as the scene of his first dramatic performance on the air. We are proud to announce that he has acceded to your many requests for a return engagement. So next Monday night we present Mr. George Arliss, accompanied by his lovely wife Florence Arliss and an all-star cast. Mr. Arliss will re-enact his memorable screen portrayal The Man Who Played God, an inspiring drama of a sensitive man fighting to overcome a physical handicap and find his rightful place in society. Our sponsors, the makers of Lux Toilet Soap, join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the Lux Radio Theatre presents George Arliss in The Man Who Played God with Florence Arliss. This is Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. This is the Melville Road. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.