Gold Diggers of 1935 (Warner Bros.) (1935)

EXPLOITATION “Bits From Powell HMits’=Air Contest FIFTEEN MINUTES OF POWELL PLUGGING STUNT Bits from past Powell hits have been combined to make interesting contest or air feature. Idea is for local amateur group to reenact scenes with listener-inners asked to name film from which seene is lifted. Additional fifteen minute seript including four more Powell Bits is available from Campaign Plan Editor, Warner Bros. 321 West 44th Street. Regular Station announcements followed by :— ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen — Station WXYZ takes great pleasure in presenting a new feature — “BITS FROM DICK POWELL HITS.” In so doing we also introduce a wholly original and extremely clever Radio Contest — one that will test your memory — prove just how well you know your movies — give you some grand fun — and in all probability win you free admission to Dick Powell’s latest Warner Bros. musical picture, “Gold Diggers of 1935,” which begins its local enPEPSMONG | 555.555 cess. next. Mr. (NAME OF NARRATOR) will briefly outline the contest. NARRATOR: Here at last, friends, is a contest that will enlist the interest of every ‘listenerinner’ in town. It is entertaining, too, from start to finish — and there is positively no limit to the number of people that may earn guest tickets to the coming hit, “Gold Diggers of 1935.” By the way, have you a paper and pencil handy? If not, here are a few seconds to toddle off and find them. (HERE BEGIN VERY SOFTLY A MEDLEY OF THE AIRS FROM “FLIRTATION WALK”) Now that you have paper and pencil we’ll explain the simple contest. You are about to hear excerpts from (4, IF THE 15 MINUTE PROGRAM IS USED; 8, IF HALF-HOUR PROGRAM IS TO BE PUT ON) of the popular Dick Powell’s screen hits. At the end of each ‘bit’ of the sketch, jot down the title of the picture from which it is taken, numbering them according to their position in the program. Put down numbered title on a post card and mail it at once to ja ae aie eect, sh Theatre. This is positively all you are required to do. ARE YOU READY? OKAY —ON YOUR MARK—GET SET —GO!!! What is the title of this picture, Number ONE? DICK: Yes, Miss? GIRL: (PERTLY) Well... start the car... what ails you? Not a wooden Indian, are you? DICK: No, Miss (CAR STARTS UP... VOICES THROUGH THE SOUND... MUSICAL ACCOMPANIMENT VERY UNOBSTRUSIVE). GIRL: Youre driving the wrong way! Turn around! DICK: Yes, Miss. (SOUNDS OF TURNING CAR) GIRL: And no more bumps like that, either! DICK: No, Miss. GIRL: (ROMANTICALLY) Oh ..look at the stars... making little paths out to sea. . isn’t it? DICK: Yes, Miss. GIRL: (MOONING ON, SOFTLY) And the sands... even the sands are glistening. (SUDDENLY PRACTICAL) I don’t like your hat! Take it off! DICK: (MUDDLED) But Miss et ans Soars GIRL: V’ll take it off for you ... there it is... in the back seat! : Lovely, DICK: (UNEASILY) We’re three miles . . . from the reception, Ma’am! GIRL: I didn’t come to the Islands to see receptions! And I’m fed up with being called “Ma’am”. .. I’m not a Ma’am. DICK: (WITH A DEEP BREATH) Yes’m. GIRL: And don’t ‘Yes’m’ me either . .. ever again! DICK: (in a bad way) But, how shallI...what willI... GIRL: One would think you had your tonsils out, or something, the way you mumble. DICK: (with an audible sigh) Which way now? We’re at the cross-roads! GIRL: Where does this one lead? It looks enticing! DICK: It just goes to a cliff . and then ... STOPS! GIRL: Very well. Do as the road does. DICK: All right... GOES INTO SECOND) GIRL: Oo! It’s steep, isn’t it? DICK: (PLEADING) Pardon me-., .-Dul <3 er... hadnt we better turn back? GIRL: Why the very idea! NO! Of course not! DICK: Well, here we are! (CAR HALTS) GIRL: (OVERCOME WITH THE BEAUTY) Oh, OH! Isn’t it wonderful? . .. What’s the light down there below the trees? DICK: Torch fisherman, Miss. GIRL: (PRETENDING TO BE MIFFED) Listen, boy! Do you have to answer me like you would General Pershing or somebody? (MOCKS HIM) “Torch Fisherman, Miss!”. . . Does he fish FOR ... or WITH torches? Or is it a torch-fish he’s fishing for? Loosen up! I’ve never been here before, you know! DICK: (TRYING NOT TO SPEAK STIFFLY) The fish see the torch ... they come to the surface ... and he spears ’em! GIRL: (ECSTATICALLY) Let’s go down there! DICK: (STARTLED) You mean ... get out of the car? GIRL: (CAR DOOR CLICKS OPEN) Why not? ... Got a wooden leg? DICK: No, Miss, but... GIRL: Come on! (VOICE FADING) Look ... the fisherman is going off into the woods. DICK: He’s been catching fish for a lana. GIRL: What in the world is a laua? DICK: It’s a native feast... they have them in honor of Kamahamaha’s birthday ... or of somebody else’s . .. or in honor of love... or almost anything... GIRL: (THRILLED) A lovefeast? DICK: Yes. GIRL: (SOFTLY EAGER) What do they do at a love feast? DICK: (EMBARRASSED) Oh (CAR ... eat... and things... GIRL: (OFF, EXCITEDLY) Come on... you’re taking me to my first laua! DICK: (PLEADING, VOICE FADING) Aw, please, Miss... let’s go back ...if ... (SCENE ENDS WITH BLARE OF THE ORCHESTRA .. . SILENCE) NARRATOR: You know the title of this one, don’t you? Then jot it down: “NUMBER 1... soand-so.” And now we’re off for the second bit!! Take it AWAY! Okay boys ... (ORCHESTRA OPENS SOFTLY WITH MEDLEY OF AIRS FROM “DAMES” DICK: Aw, honey, come on, what’s the difference . .. we're only young once! GIRL: Oh, but they’re expecting me home... DICK: (GAILY) You'll get there (SLYLY) IN TIME... (hoarse blast of boat whistle) Listen to that, will you, kiddo . .. the Ferry’s coming in. GIRL: I love the sound of boat whistles, don’t you? DICK: Sure do. D’you know, honey, this is the first night in months we’ve been out together . and you’re not going back ae GIRL: Oh, I must, dear... DICK: Lookit the moon, sweet ain’t it swell? GIRL: I can’t concentrate on it, Jimmy ... till I deliver this hiccough medicine to uncle... Suppose I take it home and come out later? DICK: Say, listen, girl... would you rather listen to your uncle’s hiccoughs ... or let me tell you how much I love you? GIRL: (TENDERLY HUMOROUS) Were you going to tell me, Jimmy? DICK: I could do it right here .»but I won’t. I got to have a background, see! So I’m going to take you to the most romantic place in sight. Come on, come on ... the boat’ll be off in a minute .. . (MUSIC STOPS) GIRL: Oh, but Jimmy... (BOAT WHISTLE SOUNDS... NOT TOO LOUDLY) DICK: Hurry ... we’re just in time... (SOUND OF RUSHING FEET ... CHURNING OF WATER ... CLICK OF CLOSING GATES... FAINT SOUNDS OF STRINGS PLAYING “KISS ME AGAIN”. SUPPOSED TO BE THE BOAT MUSICIANS, ON UPPER DECK) GIRL: Oh, isn’t that music lovely ... that’s one of my favorite tunes, too, “Kiss Me Again.” DICK: (wise lad) Oh, it is, is it? ... Thanks for'the tip... T’ll do that little thing ... ‘right now’..... GIRL: (shocked but liking it) Jimmy! . Oh, Let’s go upDICK: (AMUSED) ‘‘UPSTAIRS”. . . some sailor you are ... “Aloft” you mean... GIRL: (loving it all) Oh, do I? Very well, then! . .. Look, there comes one of the musicians. DICK: Wants his tip. VOICE: (musician, nearing) Watta piece you lika for mak’ da boys play? May-be “Joosta Leetla Love ...a Leetla Keess,” no? DICK: (HIT BY BRILLIANT IDEA) Ligten mister. Can you fellas read music? VOICE: Reada da MOOZEECK!! (THEN TURNING TO GOOD ENGLISH) That’s what I was paid for when I worked for the Philharmonic! 2ND VOICE: (OFF) Read musie? I taught it for twenty years! DICK: Beg pardon. Say hold on a minute—l’ve got a manuscript here ... wait till I get it out of this... Here... here it is! Can you play it? VOICE: Certainly, if you don’t mind us moving back to the deck-light! DICK: (HAPPILY) Go ahead! ... (TO THE GIRL, SOFTLY) We'll stay here by the rail, honey. (SOUND, OFF, VIOLIN AND STRINGS TUNING UP) Wish you were home? GIRL: Foolish question number six Mile. a DICK: All you gotta do, honey . is to look at the moon and listen to my new song! Boy, I’ve sure got faith in that show of mine. All I need is an ‘angel’... GIRL: You'll find one... DICK: Sure I will! Listen. Here goes ... (CALLING TO MUSICIANS) Ready, boys! VOICES: (OFF) All set... DICK: (SINGS) “My love must be a kind of blind love... I can’t see any one but you... ete. etc.” as his voice and the musie ends: NARRATOR: Is that the scratching of your pencils I hear as you write... “Number TWO .. and then the title. All aboard ... off we go. What is the title of the next one? (JAZZ ORCHESTRA SNAPS INTO THE AIRS OF ‘‘BLESSED EVENT’’ — MUSIC... INTERSPERSED WITH LAUGHTER ...CLINK OF GLASSES ... CALL A-LA-CANTOR OF “WE WANT HAR-MON ... WE WANT HARMON” ...MURMUR OF VOICES... CALLS OF “BUNNY HARMON ...SPEECH... SPEECH!’’ . MUSIC CRASHES TO FINISH... . . . FADES INTO VOICE OF THE NIGHT-CLUB PROPRIE TOR:) DICK: Ladies and gentlemen ..meet Bunny Harmon himself ... (APPLAUSE) The old music master welcomes you to his Chateau Harmony ... last word in Broadway night clubs ... (APPLAUSE) The Chateau Harmony which you have honored by your presence on this auspicious opening night—will continue to be an exclusive rendezvous for discriminating people (LOUDER APPLAUSE) AND...I take pleasure in announcing the following as an added attraction: MR. ALVIN ROBERTS WILL NOT BE ADMITTED! (APPLAUSE AND CHEERS) Our purposes in refusing this person admittance, was to protect from prying eyes and ears of this scandal-monger—and to provide one place in the City where they might seem safe from his unwelcome attentions (APPLAUSH ... HOWLS OF APPROVAL... HAMMERINGS ON TABLES) I took occasion last week OVER THE AIR to announce that ALVIN ROBERTS would positively be excluded...and...I am happy to say my prediction has proven successful. In the presence of so many distinguished people, allow me to eall attention to that gentleman’s very conspicuous ABSENCE (APPLAUSE, CALLS FOR “SONG .. . SONG’) orchestra strikes up “Making Hay in the Moonlight”. DICK SINGS THE SONG. Tumultuous applause in the midst of which a wrathful hoarse voice shouts: “RIGHT HERE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! RIGHT HERE! ALVIN ROBERTS! IN PERSON! AS ADVERTISED!” (WILD COMMOTION .. . MURMUR OF VOICES . .. MUSIC STARTS AGAIN VIOLENTLY ... TWO SHOTS RING OUT...A WOMAN SCREAMS... MUSIC HALTS ... COMMOTION FADES) NARRATOR: So ends Num ber Three! What was the TITLE of the picture? Oh, you have it, have you! Fine! Now try your hand at this one! (KING’S VACATION ... SOUNDS OF HAMMERING ON METAL... SOME ONE WHISTLING ABSENT MINDEDLY ... TWITTERING OF SUMMER BIRDS... CAR IN DISTANCE ... NEARING ... STOPS... VOICE OF GIRL CALLS EXCITEDLY:) GIRL: (OFF) John... oh, ONT ss DICK: (EAGERLY BUT SURPRISED) Why Millicent, darling what ever brought you away out here... GIRL: Father’s coming... I knew how it would upset you... when he doesn’t even know you are using the cottage ... where we all used to live when I was little ... DICK: He’s the one to be up set... using the stable for an auto factory ... Why’s he coming? GIRL: Just to see the old place again . .. palaces and decorations never did appeal to him . . Oh, you'll like father, John ... you will indeed... DICK: By tomorrow I can have all my stuff out... GIRL: It’s a shame when you’re so nearly finished... DICK: It flies .. . I tried it out and... GIRL: Really, John! DICK: Really! I’ll easily find another place . .. don’t worry, Princess. GIRL: (FLARING) Y’m not a Prineess ... DICK: Well, don’t get sore (LAUGHING AT HER) Princess! Come here to me... Oh closer ... closer ... That’s more like it! You won’t be a Princess after you marry me! DAD: (OFF, CRUSTY BUT WITH A TWINKLE) And when is the wedding to be? DICK: (STARTLED BUT BRACING UP) Just as soon as I finish the job I’m doing. GIRL: John! JOHN: (APPEALING TO HER) Well, we are, aren’t we? GIRL: Father ... this is John «os Kent. DAD: So I imagined. DICK: (after pause) I guess I owe you an apology, sir. DAD: For falling in love with my daughter? DICK: For letting her fall in love with me, perhaps. What I meant was... using this place . . but it’s been such a swell place to work... DAD: Swell place, yes... Is that your flying contraption over there... DICK: Yes sir... DAD: Well... pull it out... let’s see it... GIRL: It’s going to revolutionize flying, father... DAD: Don’t talk to me about REVOLUTIONS ... I’ve had enough of ’em... GIRL: But it is father... DAD: I suppose he told you that. DICK: You’ll see for yourself it will, sir... if you know anything about motors... DAD: The principle is all right . .. but it won’t go up in the air. ..3 DICK: (OFF) Won’t work, sir? ... (SOUND OF MOTOR TURNING... . TAAUNG.. 3 DAD: (THROUGH THESE SOUNDS) Plucky young codger. GIRL: He’s wonderful, Father . . « (TWITTERING OF THE SU MMER BIRDS... AND THE RISING ZOOM OF THE PLANE... FADING... NARRATOR: And here, my friends, ends Number FOUR... Put down the titles in their proper order and mail to the BITS FROM DICK POWELL HITS in care Of: the... Theatre. The first 25 contributors will each receive guest tickets to “Gold Diggers of 1935.” Page Eleven