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Well, now it is time for this week's episode of Casey Crompt Photographer, the original air date, January 15, 1948, and the title is The Miracle.

The anchor-hocking glass corporation brings you crime photographer.

Hiya, Tony.

Oh, okay, Ethel Britt, what's doing?

No much. We're just waiting.

Oh, waiting for what?

Waiting for you to say those wonderful words.

Oh, you mean about anchor-hocking being the most famous name in glass?

Well, not gonna say them.

And why not?

Well, because I think the anchor-hocking people would rather have me remind everybody that the March of Dimes begins today.

Say, that's right, and I hope that everybody wants to be in step with that famous march.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin.

Every week at this time, the anchor-hocking glass corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, and its more than 10,000 employees, bring you another adventure of Casey Crompt Photographer.

A cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city, written by Alonzo Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight.

The Miracle.

The Miracle.

Late afternoon, the richly furnished master bedroom of an imposing mansion.

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