:04:00
Oh, is the Attorney General
retiring?
:04:03
No. You are. The Postmaster
General has been enjoined...
:04:06
to revoke your fourth-class
mailing privilege.
:04:08
My mailing privilege! But Your Honor,
a publisher without his mailing...
:04:12
Is out of business! In other
words, Mr. Osborn Tremain,
:04:15
your career as a peddler
of filth, smut and dirt is over.
:04:19
You'll have to find
another business.
:04:22
What other business? This is
all I know, all I've ever done!
:04:27
We've ever done.
:04:31
Chin up. We've weathered storms
like this before, haven't we, Mother?
:04:35
Not this storm. Without a mailing
privilege there isn't a distributor...
:04:40
who'll touch a Tremain
publication with rubber gloves.
:04:44
When will the government stop
interfering with private business?
:04:47
Let's stop for lunch.
I'm hungry.
:04:54
Won't you contribute?
:04:57
Thank you, sir.
:05:00
Where are we?
Some dump called Peacock City.
:05:03
And I'm weak from hunger.
Let's stop here.
:05:05
Won't you contribute to the
magazine fund, ma'am?
:05:08
Would you like to help Abner,
sir? Thank you.
:05:10
Thank you, sir.
:05:13
Won't you contribute?
Won't you please give?
:05:17
Save the Peacock Magazine.
:05:19
Would you contribute to the Save
the Peacock Magazine Fund, sir?
:05:23
Uh, we already gave.
Bless you, sir.
:05:26
Come on,
the light's changed.
:05:29
Save the Peacock Magazine!
:05:32
'Nita, Juanita
:05:35
Ask thy soul
if we should part
:05:39
'Nita, Juanita
:05:44
Lean thou on
:05:46
My heart
:05:54
Now a selection we've been
waiting for all evening,
:05:59
featuring a young man whose place
in the hearts of this community...