Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome to the shadowy
land of the imagination where all things are
possible. Would you believe that a husband and
wife could look at the same woman and the wife
would see her as an old lady almost in her dotage
while the husband sees a beautiful woman in her
early thirties? Impossible, you say? Of course,
Ray. You know I'm going to bewitch you. You've
been trying, haven't you? Only half -heartedly.
Remember you're married. I never forget it for
a moment. You're the one who seems to want to
forget it. You won't even meet my wife. Well,
of course I will. Let's all attend a witch's
Sabbath together. You, your wife, and I, your
favorite witch. You almost make me believe you're
serious, Clarissa. Dare to make the date. And
then you'll find out. I'd love to see you at
a witch's Sabbath. Our mystery drama, The Young
Die Good, was written especially for the mystery
theater by Murray Burnett and stars Patricia
Elliott and Carol Titel. I'll be back shortly
with Act One. I've never been able to figure
out why it's customary to tie strings of empty
tin cans to the car of newlyweds. What do the
empty cans signify? I can't go along with the
cynic who suggested... that the cans symbolize
the extent of home -cooked meals that the poor
groom is going to get for the remainder of his
lifetime. I know for a fact that this wasn't
true of the young newlyweds we're about to meet,
Lisa and Ray Bissonnette. Lisa happened to be
a good enough cook to be able to win prizes.
And on the day our story opens, she'd left a
roast in the oven while she went out and explored
the small grounds of the Bissonnette's little
dream house. A high hedge ran alongside the driveway
that separated the Bissonnette house from their
neighbor. And Lisa, with the curiosity that all
daughters of Eve have had since the Garden of
Eden, poked her head through an opening in the
hedge. Hello there. Come on through and get acquainted.
Hello. I'm Lisa Bissonnette. I'm your new neighbor.
I'm Clarice Wenderby. It's good to see young
people next door again. I hope you and your husband
will be very happy. Thank you. Have you lived
here long? Well, I was here before your house
was built. Of course, my husband was alive then.
And now you're alone. Yes. And happy to see you.
You're welcome to drop in any time, child. I'd
be glad if the company... That's very neighborly.
And I'll return the invitation. Oh, but I have
to run now. Take a look at my roast. I expect
my husband in less than an hour. Hi there, neighbor.
Oh, hi. I'm Ray Bittonett. Well, I'm Clarissa
Jaffe. Can I offer you a cocktail before dinner?
Sounds delightful, but my wife's expecting me.
She heard me drive up. Oh, say no more. Just
remember you have a rain check any time. I'll
remember. Thanks. It's nice to have neighbors
again. Be seeing you. Welcome, my lord and master,
to your home in California. Hey there, doll.
Don't let women's lib hear that greeting. You
know I didn't mean it. You didn't. Just the welcome
part. Hey, something smells delicious. And yours
was the second welcome I got since I came home.
Oh? You can say that again. The dish who lives
next door was at that hedge opening in the driveway
and asked me in for a drink. That's why we're
married, darling. I love you and your sense of
humor. What's so funny? She really did ask me.
I'm sure she did, darling. She's a lonely old
lady. I'm sorry to spoil your little game because
I saw her earlier this afternoon and you can't
hope to make me jealous of a woman in her 80s.
Well, I don't know what woman you saw, Lisa.
But the lady who spoke to me wasn't anywhere
near 30, let alone 80. I know what I saw and
who I saw. Well, I'm sure you saw what you told
me, honey, but... Well, at least give me the
same break you asked for yourself. I know what
I saw, too. But it's crazy. Well, there's probably
some simple explanation. I'll bet there is. And
I'm the one who's going to get it from Mrs. Wendaby
the first thing tomorrow morning. Sir, how nice
of you to come visiting so soon and so early.
Would you like a cup of coffee? Coffee would
be nice. Well, let's go into the kitchen. I always
find it cruiser. Do you take cream and sugar?
Just black, thank you. Tell me, are you getting
used to the neighborhood? Do you find the shopping
center exciting? As a matter of fact, yes. But
if you don't, I get out so infrequently. There
used to be a farmer's market on DeWayne Street
that had the loveliest, freshest vegetables.
DeWayne Street is just one block past the station.
Of course you don't meet your husband at the
train, so... My husband's really the reason I
came over. Oh, how interesting. You didn't meet
him yesterday, did you? Did he say he did? Well,
he said he met a beautiful 30 -year -old woman
here in my house. Who's the woman my husband
saw last night? My dear child, don't tell me
you're jealous. Goodbye, Mrs. Wendaby. I'm sorry
I bothered you. Please, please, please don't
go. I'll try to help you. Why should it be so
difficult? There's something here I don't understand,
and I'm going to get to the bottom of it. It
might be best. If you move. What? It really might
be best. That's ridiculous. Well, do you know
what you're saying? Yes. But Ray and I looked
for a house for almost six months. We could never
find a house like this at the price we pay. I
know. Perhaps you'll do well to find out why
this house went so cheaply. I'm glad you decided
to pick up your rain check on that drink, sir,
quickly. No drink, thanks. Oh, come in anyway.
It's only neighborly today. I left the office
early today just to straighten something out.
This shouldn't really take more than a minute.
Are you afraid of me? Sit down. Thank you. It
may sound silly, but last night my wife and I
got into a ridiculous argument. Not over me.
Yes, you see... Lisa says you're an old lady.
Well, how could she, since we've never met? Well,
that's what I told her. But she insists she was
here before me yesterday and spoke with an old
lady who said she lived here. Oh, now I understand.
What a silly, silly mistake. The old lady your
wife met is my mother, Clarice Windaby. Your
mother lives with you? But not all the time.
But she's here a good deal. My husband's wonderful
about it. Well, Lisa told me she was very definite
about saying she lived here alone. Well, now
you know that isn't so, don't you, Ray? I know,
but how do I convince Lisa? Well, being a woman,
I think Lisa will understand when you tell her
my mother's vain. Vain? Yes, as ridiculous as
it sounds for a woman her age. She just hates
to admit that she has a daughter my age. I find
that hard to believe. Are either of your parents
living, Ray? My dad, he's 68. Well, you find
that the older a person gets, the more childish
their behavior can become. I'm glad you said
can, because I don't think my dad is... Well,
let's hope not. But can you understand why my
mother lied to your wife? No, not completely,
but... At least I'll be able to calm Lisa down.
No, no, no. It's the most ridiculous story I've
ever heard. But darling, I tell you that I...
I know what you tell me. You've been telling
me for the past half hour. And I tell you it's
nonsense. Did you ask to see her mother it never
occurred to me? Why not? Well, I didn't take
my word seriously enough to question this beautiful
dame. You say lives next door. That's why now
Lisa I mean I I Can't know why you're making
this personal. I Believe you I believe you met
and spoke with an 83 year old woman who said
she lived in the house next door alone alone
Now why won't you believe that this woman is
the mother of the young woman who spoke with
me? Because Mrs. Wenderby said she didn't have
a daughter. But I've already explained that.
And I don't buy it. For the hundredth time, why
not? Because when I spoke to Mrs. Wenderby today
and told her your story about meeting the young
lady, what do you think she said to me? I can't
imagine. She told me to move. Move out of this
house. Well, that proves it. The old girl is
slightly batty. I know how to settle this. We're
going over there, the two of us, and straighten
this out once and for all. It is possible that
they're afraid to answer the door. That's not
possible. But it is possible. that no one's home.
You said you were just talking to her. I think
we've been arguing at least 15 minutes. She could
have gone out during that time. But there are
lights upstairs. Well, some people leave lights
on when they go out because they're afraid that
an unlighted house is an invitation to a burglar.
I can't understand why you're so dead set against
admitting that for some reason she doesn't want
to meet me. And I can't understand why we're
standing outside an obviously empty house ringing
a doorbell when we could go back to our place.
I'm sorry, Ray. It's okay. I don't know what's
happening to us. I guess I should say what's
happening to me. I'm behaving like all the wives
I've hated all my life. Oh, forget it, love.
Ray? Hmm? Why was this house such a good buy?
What? Mrs. Wenderby told me to ask you why we
got this house so cheap. Well, I thought we were
going to stay off this subject. I just want a
simple answer to a simple question. Is that really
all you're asking? Yes. Why won't you answer
me? All right, I have my reasons I'm sure you
have and I guess it's because of the attractiveness
of that 30 year old woman you say lives next
door Are you jealous? That's what this whole
thing is about You're jealous. Don't be ridiculous
For Pete's sake Lisa the reason I don't want
to tell you is Well, it's because I'm afraid
you'll get upset I'll be more upset if you don't
tell me. Okay. Superstitious people around here
think there's some kind of jinx on this house.
Jinx? It's silly, but there you are. Why? Why
do they think there's a jinx? Something about
the last two couples who lived here. Both husbands
are dead. They died under peculiar... I don't
know. Don't worry about it. It's all a lot of
nonsense. How did they die, Ray? I don't know.
Nobody knows. They just disappeared. Disappearing
husbands have always been a problem to the wives
they leave behind. And houses with a reputation
for bringing tragedy to families that dwell in
them have always been a problem to those. who
want to dispose of them. Behind both problems,
there's always a reason. And that's what Lisa
Bissonnette intends to discover when I return
shortly with Act Two. Today's civilization is
replete with problem solvers of various kinds.
We have our priests, ministers, rabbis, and gurus.
And we have the psychoanalysts, the newspaper
columnists, the palm readers, soothsayers, and
astrologists, all doing their best to clear up
the riddles of the living. Some strong -minded
people prefer to do their own problem -solving.
Ray Bissonnette was one of these. And he faced
his problem by coming home early, leaving his
car around the corner, and walking across the
lawn. of a house next door to his. Hi there,
neighbor. You look like a man with a problem.
All right, you are. Can I help? You bet. Because
you're the problem. Oh, don't tell me it's your
wife and my mother again. That's exactly what
it is, and I'd be grateful if you'd just walk
across to my house with me right now and let
me introduce you to Lisa. Well, of course. You
will? Well, you sound surprised. Forgive me,
but this thing has Lisa so uptight, I... I guess
some of her nonsense is rubbed off on me. What
seems to be bothering her? Is she jealous? It's
hard to tell. She finds the situation strange.
What happened? It's my ankle. I turned it in
this hole. I told Harry we've got to do something
about the moles. They tunnel everywhere. Can
you walk? I'll try. Would you let me lean on
you? No, no, no. This is no good. Let me carry
you. I'm certainly not going to meet your wife
with you carrying me. No, I'll take you back
to your place. Just put your hand around my neck.
Do you want the couch or the chair? I think the
couch, if you don't mind. I can put my foot up.
There you are. Anything I can get you? No. No,
thanks. Oh, Ray, I'm truly sorry. Well, accidents
happen. Are you angry? Oh, no. Oh, it was an
accident. You should be. Why? Well, isn't it
obvious? You and your pretty wife are quarreling,
and I'm the cause. Oh, it'll pass. Ray, do you
find me fascinating? Interesting. But not irresistible.
Come on, Clarissa, what are you trying to do?
Find out if I'm attractive to you. You know you
are. Good. That makes me happy. Just knowing
that I'm still attractive. Hey, you talk like
an old lady. Oh, women are funny. I wish I could
tell when you're leveling. You will when you
get to know me better. Well, that's not going
to be until Lisa meets you. I promise you that
we'll meet. What I don't know. Hey, how about
you and Harry getting together with us for an
evening? Maybe you dinner and to show I'd love
it But well Harry's really pretty much of a stick
in the mud. Oh, I'm sure you can talk him into
going out with us Well, I'll try how about the
Saturday? You must prove to your pretty wife
that there really is a Clarissa. That's one reason
I'll try to get Harry to go along. Where shall
we meet? Well, if you don't hear from me, um
Let's make it Theodore. The food is good The
lights are low, and the music romantic. Your
Clarissa and Harry are almost one hour late.
I guess so, but, well, relax. This is a lovely
restaurant. We can have another cocktail. No,
thank you. I'm sure they'll be here any minute.
Why am I sure they won't be? Darling. I spoke
with Clarissa this morning. It's just inconceivable
they won't show. After all, we're neighbors.
There's no reason for them. Mr. Bissonnette.
Yes. Telephone for you, sir. Shall I bring it
to your table? I'll see you at home, Ray. Now,
wait a minute. I've waited too long as it is.
Both of us know what that phone call means, and
I've had it. If you want to talk to me, you can
reach me at home. And if you're not at home in
an hour, don't bother to come at all. Here's
your phone, sir. Oh, thank you. Hello? It's been
strange knowing you but we better forget the
whole thing By Lisa, child. What brings you here
at this time of night? Your sick son -in -law,
Harry. I thought maybe he'd like... Harry? Sick.
Isn't he? No, not that I know of. At least we're
getting somewhere. If you admit that you have
a daughter and a son -in -law, come in, child.
All right. Now, perhaps you'll tell me why your
daughter Clarissa doesn't want to meet me. Did
you, um... Find out why your house was such a
bargain. Yes. And you're still not thinking of
moving. I want to see your daughter. There's
no way you can. Unless you're willing to take
my advice. Are you trying to fight me? I am trying
to help you. Believe me, my child, I'm trying
to help you. And I should know better. What's
that thunder? I'm afraid we're in for a storm.
You'd best be getting back to your house. But
you still haven't told me what I... I've done
more than I should. Now take my advice and take
your handsome young husband and move out of that
house. My dear Mrs. Bissonnette, I understand
a little bit of what you're trying to tell me.
But I still don't understand how you found me.
Professor Cooper, I told you. I was looking at
these books on witchcraft in the library. And
I came across your name several times. And everyone
seems to agree that you're the foremost authority
on witches. So I checked with the publishers
and they gave me your address. And what is it
you want me to do? Tell my husband that at least
there is the possibility that... Well, but something
very strange is going on at the house next door.
I couldn't possibly do that, Mrs. Bissonnette.
Not until I've done some investigating on my
own. Oh, would you, Professor? I'll pay, I'll
pay whatever you... It's not a question of money.
It's time. Of which I have very little. But if
what you say is true, this might be very productive
for my research for a book I'm doing on witchcraft
now. I'll check it out. This is my husband, Professor
Linus Cooper. Pleased to meet you. Professor,
please tell him what's happening next door. I'm
not exactly sure what's happening, but I have
gathered enough evidence to make me suspicious
and worried. What do you call evidence, Professor?
I called at the house yesterday. And I saw the
80 -year -old lady. Oh, that doesn't prove anything.
And no one else. However, I am going to make
one further test. Mrs. Bissonnette, tell me,
do you remember seeing any clocks in the house
when you visited? I really can't say. I was only
in the kitchen and walked through the living
room. What's all this about clocks? Just this.
I intend to get back into that house somehow
in the next few days and explore it thoroughly.
And if I find that there are no clocks in the
house... What? I should then advise you to move,
Mr. Bissonette, and move fast. Very Bissonette.
Clarissa, I'm very busy, really. I know. I apologize
for calling you at your office, but I just have
to explain... No, I've told you that... Please,
please meet me for lunch today. At Whitley's.
Anytime. At your convenience. On one condition.
That you promise to meet Lisa and talk with her.
I can't go into that again. Not on the phone.
What time? 1 .30. It's less crowded then. I just
hope I'm not making another mistake. Well, I'm
the one who made the mistake, thinking I could
play this crazy game. I don't understand. But
there is no Harry. That's why I couldn't meet
you in Lisa last night. You mean you're not married?
Divorced. You see, there was a Harry that lied
to you. Yes. Well, because I like you. Well,
that explains everything. You like a guy, so
you lie to him. Well, you do if you're a divorcee
and you want to see him again without, well,
without problems. You're still not making sense.
Maybe this lunch wasn't such a good idea after
all. Because when I tell you about my mother,
it's going to sound like something out of a...
a confession magazine. Try me. Well, my mother...
Why is it so hard for me to say this? My mother...
isn't well. You mean... there's something wrong
with her physically? No, no, no. She's old and
she gets... Well, you know how some old people
get. So now? Little more than that as a matter
of fact the doctor has told me to Institutionalize
her, but I just can't I won't okay. I understand
your problem and even why you don't want to solve
it by sending your mother away, but Can't you
understand mine of course Ray? And I promise
to do something about it all you have to do is
meet Lisa and explain it to her And you also
ought to tell your mother to quit telling people
horror stories and scaring the wits out of them.
I'm home, Clarice. I'm home. And I'm alone. And
I must talk to you. I know. Then you must know
what I want to talk to you about. Please, be
kind. How can I be anything else? Aren't we one
and the same, just an older and a younger version
of the same woman? That's why I know how angry
you are, and it's also so... so useless somehow.
Useless? Then why don't you appear, Clarice,
before Ray? Let him see the old woman! For the
same reason you don't meet Lisa and show her
the young woman. Right, Clarice. You remember
our bargain with him, our master. I only have
so much of the energy, and it must be reserved
for the young men whom we need to stay young.
And I took... to the young women. But Clarissa,
this one, I like. And you frightened her, Clarice.
You scared her so much, she went and talked to
our old friend. Who do you mean? Professor Linus
Cooper. And do you know what he's been talking
about, Clarice? No, no, no, leave me alone. He
has been He's asking about clocks. He wants to
know if there are any clocks in our house. Clocks
to tell the passage of time. You know what clocks
are, you old fool. Please, please. And he is
going to come here and he's going to look around
unless... unless I stop him. All the house was
right around the corner. Let's see that street
sign. Yes, Green Tree Lane. That was the name
of the street. I'll just drive over the hill
and turn the corner and... Hey! Was that the
sound of a car crash? I don't think Professor
Cooper will come visiting. I'm too old. Too old,
Clarissa. And too tired. I know all about it,
Clarice. I know how old you are. And silly. And
soft. You told Lisa Bissonnette to move. Although
you knew very well that a nice young husband
would move with her, didn't you, Clarice? I've
told you, Clarice, I'm very old and very, very
tired. Just remember, you'll be a lot older and
a lot more tired if Ray Bissonnette moves away.
You, Clarice, might even be dead. From our first
arithmetic class, we're taught that one and one
make two, two and two make four, and so on. Until
today, we're living in the computer society where
giant adding machines solve all our problems
for us. However, our minds would boggle and the
computer would break down in a world where one
and one made only one. I'll explain that strange
arithmetic when I return shortly with Act 3.
Jealousy is one characteristic that is just as
prevalent among males as females. Jealous feelings
often conceal themselves behind other facades,
and Ray Bissonnette is convinced that his wife
Lisa is overreacting to their somewhat eccentric
neighbors because she's jealous of the lady next
door. Lisa's willing to admit there may be some
truth in that, but she's also convinced there's
a lot more to it than jealousy, even though she
can't put a name to it. There's something so
very wrong. I know it. I... I feel it in my bones.
It just doesn't justify our giving up this house
and paying a lot more for something nowhere near
as nice. And what about Professor Cooper? Are
you going to try and blame an automobile accident
on Clarissa? Clarissa's just a name. I still
haven't met her. And you know why not. Would
you please, please listen to Clarisse? Why should
I listen to an old lady who would be in an institution
except for the kindness of her daughter? You
believe that? Why not? A lot of old people get
funny ideas. Particularly when they live right
next door to a house from which two young men
have disappeared in the last year and a half.
My honey, you're really scared. Yes. Yes, you
big lug, I am. Okay. Short of packing up and
moving us out of here, what can I do to unscare
you? Listen to Clarice when you meet her. And
when will that be? As soon as I can arrange it.
I see your little lady friend from next door
is coming to visit, Clarice. And I must say I'm
glad to get a chance to rest. It's quite tiring
for me. And no, Clarissa. And no. Now remember,
we need Ray Bissonnette. I know that too. I'm
even more tired than you, Clarissa. Much more.
I'm so glad you're home, Mrs. Wendaby. I have
a lot that I want to... Well, why don't you just
come in and have some tea? I was just making
myself a cup. Oh, thank you. You don't mind the
kitchen? Not at all. My dear, what is it you
want from me? I think you should come with me
to my house and... Tell Ray what you told me.
Do you think your husband will move out? Because
I tell him he should. You're very wise. And forgive
me, but very strange too. Just very old. You
don't think about growing old, do you? Well,
of course not. You're too young and too alive.
You're not worried about the lines and the wrinkles.
You wouldn't look for some way for any way to
stay young forever Come on baby, this is the
20th century the atomic age the computer controlled
society Don't give me this stuff about witches.
How else can you explain what's been going on?
I wish you'd tell me just what you think has
been going on. Hey Why is it that I only see
Mrs. Wendebe and you only see Clarissa? I don't
know. It's because you're a man and I'm a woman.
Why should that make a difference? If they both
were the same woman, it would make all the difference
in the world, wouldn't it? Do you know what you're
saying? Yes! Where in the world did you ever
get a nutty idea like that? From these books.
Then I suggest you stop reading them. Stick with
the comics. They make more sense. You see, the
succubi are really frighteningly ugly. But to
young men, they appear beautiful and desirable.
I can't believe you'd take all this witch and
succubi stuff seriously. Two men who lived in
this house before us disappeared. The only thing
about that that bothers me is that it bothers
you. If you're really concerned about me, there
is something you can do. What do you mean, move
out? I mean, put my theory to the test. How are
we going to do that? You make one last date with
Clarissa. Hear me out. Just for lunch, or cocktail,
or coffee. You tell me when and where. I'll happen
along, and you'll introduce me. After I meet
her, I'll give you my word I'll never mention
witches are moving again. Sorry, Clarissa, but
I... I don't think I'm late. You're right on
the dot. Honestly, Ray, I was so excited when
you called. I just couldn't wait to see you.
My wife asked me to call you. Well, I find that
fascinating. She's really bugged about never
having met you, and she's getting all kinds of
crazy ideas about you and your mother, and I'm
really worried. Well, of course you are. I will
have you and your wife at my house for cocktails
tomorrow around 5 .30. Great. But only on the
condition... that you come alone on the following
day. Put tea. I hate tea. Oh, but you haven't
tasted my brew. But I... And, uh, you also promised
to look deeply into my eyes when you drink. You're
putting me on. I was never more serious in my
life. And, uh, now, if you'll excuse me... Oh,
but I wanted to tell you about this... Are you
talking to yourself, darling? Oh, Lisa, no, no,
no. I was just trying to tell Clarissa about
your coming today. Where is she? She just this
minute went to the ladies room. Mm -hmm. Oh,
come on, Lisa. She asked us over for cocktails
tomorrow. She did? I've never seen you so excited.
When we ring the bell and Clarissa, the whole
Clarice, opens the door and asks us in, it's
going to be like the end of a bad dream for me.
For me too, but only because of you. I've never
seen you so uptight before. After I meet her,
I'll make it up to you. Just go back to being
your old self. I promise. What's the matter?
I don't know. I suddenly feel dizzy, as if I'm
going to faint. Maybe we shouldn't go any further.
We can call and make it for somebody. No way.
I'm not going to break this appointment. Let's
go. Oh. What? Help me. I'm falling. not to hurt
her. The doctor's car drove into the highway
a few minutes ago. We should be hearing from
him any minute. There! Answer it. Answer it!
I don't want him to think we've been sitting
right on the phone. Now. Hello? Clarissa? Yes,
Ray. We're... I hope it wasn't serious. The doctor
says she'll be okay in a day or so, but... Well,
meanwhile, we have to postpone our date. Oh,
what a shame. I was so looking forward to meeting
Lisa. I'd have as much as she was. Remember?
You're having tea with me. Well, that'll depend
on how Lisa feels. I'm so glad Lisa's feeling
better. And I'm equally glad you came over for
tea. Would you be very upset if I drank something
else? I'm just not much of a tea lover. Well,
you haven't tasted the tea I brew. I promise
you, an unforgettable experience. Oh. Well, if
you put it that way. I do indeed. Oh, here. Needs
just a little sugar, but no cream. Looks awfully
strong. Taste. It doesn't smell like any tea
I ever drank. Well, I told you it's not like
any tea you ever drank. Come on now, Ray. Take
a swallow and look at me. I see you. I mean in
my eyes. Look deeply and drink deeply. Yes, Ray.
What am I? Oh, you're truly beautiful. Beautiful.
Oh, thank you, Ray. Your eyes have a radiance
and a shine that I've never seen before. And
your lips. Yes. Yes, my lips. Would you like
to kiss my lips? Oh, yes. I would. This is what
I wanted since we first met, Ray, to hold you
in my arms and hold you forever and ever and
hold your youth and your vitality and feel it
make me young again and do you still. Find me
beautiful Ray You've changed But I can still
see your beauty Drink some more tea Ray And hold
me Hold me tight and close that's it Squeeze
me Ray and I'll squeeze you Squeeze the life
out of you and into me And... You're not Clarissa.
Of course I am. I'm your Clarissa. And Lisa's
Clarice. And your true love. No. No, you're...
You're old. You were the old lady, Lisa, so...
Hold me. Hold me, Ray. Hold me tight. The tighter
you hold me, the more I... of a charming little
house for sale it's a great bargain the only
qualification that's absolutely necessary is
that the husband be a young and virile man however
if you purchase it you don't have to worry because
all of you are strong -minded enough to know
that there really aren't any such things as witches
I'll be back shortly Speaking of witches, as
we were, it's of course true that people have
always had an ambiguous attitude towards them.
In some literature, they're portrayed as fascinating,
lovely women with quick silver qualities who
bewitch the males with their charms. In other
stories, they appear ugly old bags spreading
evil and polluting everything they touch. Which
is the true picture? Could it be, perhaps, that
both are true, think about it. Our cast included
Patricia Elliott, Carol Tytel, Ira Lewis, and
Dan Ako. The entire production was under the
direction of Hyman Brown. This is E .G. Marshall
inviting you to return to our mystery theater
for another adventure in the macabre. Until next
time, pleasant dreams.