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ANNOUNCER: Great Days in Dayton!


ANNOUNCER: Here’s a new radio show! “Great Days in Dayton!”  It’s just one week old today. If you listened in last Sunday at this hour, you know that his new program brings you the thrilling history of your own city. Each week, over WHIO, you will hear a radio drama that will bring to life for you historic events in Dayton’s past. It’s a big show, acted by the full professional company of the Dayton Civic Theatre. It is produced in the auditorium of the Dayton Art Institute, so that Dayton people may see as well as hear the programs. It is presented by The Dayton Power and Light Company, as a means of promoting a better public understanding of Dayton’s progress and achievements.


NARRATOR: Drama, romance, crisis, triumph! These make the story of Dayton. It is a story which every Daytonian should know, from its first exciting scene to its last. It is a story which can strengthen our faith in Dayton, lead us onward to still greater civic achievements. That is the purpose of this program – and the purpose of our sponsors, The Dayton Power and Light Company. (PAUSE) And now for the second act in the drama of Dayton. Last week we presented the scenes leading to the actual founding of Dayton – “Mad Anthony” Wayne’s treaty with the Indians, the departure of the first settlers from Cincinnati, their weary journey up the Miami river. Today, let us go back for a moment to that dramatic scene when this little band of heroic pioneers stood for the first time in the silent and beautiful wilderness – on the very threshold of their new home. Here Sam and Kate Thompson, leaders of the first settlers, face their new life together. Listen!


THOMPSON: Just think, Kate, someday we’ll be able to stand right here and look down that way where there’s nothing but forest now, and we’ll see a wide street all cleared of trees and brush, and maybe there’ll be twenty houses along it. And, Kate, the thing that makes me feel good inside is that all those houses, warm and lighted up at night, will be filled with families that have come to live in Dayton and to help us make it a mighty fine town!


KATE: Yes, Sam, it’s wonderful to think that. It’s . . . it’s beautiful and . . . sort of sacred. Oh, Sam, I just can’t help crying. [Sobs softly.] Hold me in your arms, Sam.


THOMPSON: There, there, Kate, darling. Don’t cry. We’re home now. [Music.]




NARRATOR: Unceasing toil faced our forefathers from the moment they set foot on the soil of Dayton. Work, and hard work, started that very morning of April 1, 1796, with the sun coming up over the forest trees to take the chill from the early spring air. [Music.]



 [Axes chopping. Wood splitting.]

THOMPSON: Ugh! [Chop.] Ugh! [Chop.] Ugh! [Chop.] Now, Ben, wedge your axe right in there and we can get this side plank off. That’s it. Now, both together. [Grunts. Wood splitting.] Here she comes. [Loud splitting.]

BEN: Beats all how a man can sweat, cold as it is. How do you figure to use all this planking from the boat, Sam?

THOMPSON: Making a shelter. Lay hold of the other end of these pieces and we’ll take them up where Bill’s working. Then you’ll see what we’re doing. [Grunting. Scraping of planks. Labored footsteps.]

BEN: This bank sure is steep.

THOMPSON: Sure is. [Heavy breathing.] Keep a-coming. [Axe off.] There’s Bill. Just a little farther. Now, swing your end around, Ben. Let ‘em go! [Falling planks.]

BILL: You’re just in time, Sam. I’ve got the end poles set and the ridge poles ready to go up.

THOMPSON: Now, Ben, you see the why all of these planks. We’ll lay the ridge pole across these two forked saplings and then lean the planks against it. We’ll close up the end with the lighter lumber from the boat, and then fill all the chinks with clay. That’ll give us a good half-face camp. Of course, she’ll be open on this side, but with a good fire in front, we’ll be snug enough ‘till warm weather. And by fall we’ll have our houses built.

KATE: [Off.] Sam! Bill! Ben! Breakfast!

CHORUS: We’re a-coming! [Footsteps.]

THOMPSON: [Coming on.] Kate, something smells might good. [Skillet sizzling.]

KATE: It’s the bass Bill caught. See, isn’t it a beauty?
BILL: He sure gave me a fight. Must have weighed six pounds.

BEN: Four pounds, I’d say, Bill. Maybe four and a half.

MARY: And look what I found. Turkey eggs – thirteen, fourteen, fifteen – and I saw a lot more nests.

BILL: Six pounds anyway. Wouldn’t you say so, Sam?
SAM: Might shade a little over five.

KATE: It’s a wonderful bass, Bill, no matter what it weighs. You’ll see they’ll eat it fast enough. Now, Mary, you help me with the bacon. That’s it. Now we’re ready.

VOICES: M-m-m-m, tastes good . . . Swinging an axe sure gives you an appetite.

THOMPSON: We’ll have the camp done by night, Kate. And I’ll build you a stone fireplace, right in front, where it’ll be handy for cooking as well as keeping us all warm.

BILL: [Muttering.] Six pounds, on any scale. They can’t tell me! [Music.]


NARRATOR: Three or four days later, as our little party of settlers finished their day’s work, familiar and welcome sounds came from the forest. [Music.]


 [Faint sounds off. Horses neigh. Cattle low.]

THOMPSON: Listen, all of you! I’ll stake my squirrel gun that’s George Newcom’s party.

BEN: It is, it is! See, way down the river bank. You can see the first team. And here comes Newcom himself. [Hoofbeats off.] Hello!

NEWCOM: [Off.] Hello! [Hoofbeats coming on to stop. Horse  blows. Chorus of greetings to Newcom.]

THOMPSON: [Dryly.] Well, George, we’re here and ready to give you all a good supper.

NEWCOM: The luck was agin, us, Sam, or we’d a beat you. Creeks was up all the way along. Had to build rafts. Supper, you say? I could eat this here horse I’m settin’ on.

KATE: How is all your party, Mr. Newcom? The Davises and Ferrels and all the rest?

NEWCOM: They’re well, ma’am. And Mrs. Newcom will be most glad to see you. [Horses, cattle, wagon creaking, nearer.] Here they are. [Shouts.] Jim, pull over away from the bank with your team. All right, folks, we’re here, and supper’s ready for us. [A chorus of greetings, men’s, women’s and children’s voices.]

KATE: Mary Newcom, it does my eyes good to see you all safe!

MARY NEWCOM: Yes, the Lord be praised, we’ve come through without hurt or sickness. Oh, Kate, what a beautiful place. Think what homes we’ll have. And when we’re really settled we can have nice things – real tableware and rugs and even curtains at the windows.

KATE: And our gardens, Mary. Sam says the soil is so rich we’ll be able to raise everything. Vegetables of all kinds, and flowers, too. Flowers! Think of it, Mary.

MARY NEWCOM: It will be like heaven, Kate. I’ve wanted it so long!

NEWCOM: Women’s talk, Sam. Gardens – and flowers. And us with a town to build.

MARY NEWCOM: A town, you say, George Newcom. All you ever think about is your tavern. And when it’s built, Mr. Thompson, he’ll probably spend most of his time fishing.

THOMPSON: Well, he’ll never find better fishing. First morning we were here Bill Gahagan caught a bass that weighed four, five pounds.

BILL: Six pounds.

NEWCOM: I’ll catch ‘em, if they’re in there. And, Sam, I never saw such a country for game. Killed all the turkey and deer we could eat on the way up. And the ducks and geese are plenty. My tavern’ll be famous for good food.

THOMPSON: Come along with me, George, and I’ll show you your lot. I marked it off for you yesterday. [Footsteps.]

KATE: [Off a little, calling.] Now, Sam, don’t you and Mr. Newcom wonder off. Supper’s nearly ready.

THOMPSON: [Calling.] All right, Kate. [Footsteps continue.] George, I wanted to tell you. We’re going to have to keep our powder dry for Indians.

NEWCOM: [Quickly.] You seen any?

THOMPSON: Some, the morning we landed. They came back yesterday and traded some fresh venison for flour. They wanted whiskey.

NEWCOM: And that’s what makes them bad. The’ll get none at my tavern. You ain’t worried, are you, Sam?

THOMPSON: W-e-l-l, there’s the women folks . . . and the children.

NEWCOM: I know. Still, I reckon they’re more dangerous to the stock – stealin’ horses, cattle an’all – than they are to us. But they’ll get no stock o’ mine. I didn’t drive that herd sixty mile from Cincinnati to lose it to no Indians. And now, Sam, where’s my tavern site?

THOMPSON: Right here. See where I’ve set the stakes. It’s this corner lot, the one you drew from Dan Cooper’s map in Cincinnati. Fronting on the river, and on the trail, too, it will be right handy for travelers.

NEWCOM: Sure will. And I’ll give ‘em the best o’ everything. We’ll have a lot of travel through here, Sam. Boats from upcountry goin’ all the way down to New Orleans – pack and wagon trains goin’ up into the Territory from the Ohio. Trade, Sam; that’s what it’ll be. My business’ll grow. So will the whole town.

THOMPSON: [Thoughtfully.] Yes, George, that’s what I’m thinking of – the town; how it can grow and develop. Not just grow big, George, but grow into a good town, maybe a great town some day.

NEWCOM: It’ll be big enough and good enough for me inside o’ ten years, Sam – maybe five. [Pause, and then slowly.] Yes, sir, Sam, I’m goin’ to like Dayton. [Music.]



NARRATOR: A week or so later more settlers arrived under the leadership of William Hamer. By early summer Dayton had a population of more than half a hundred. Each settler received free, a town lot and an outlying farming lot of ten acres – on condition that both be cleared. So Dayton’s first summer was one of great activity. Trees were felled, to be cut into logs for the row of cabins that stood along Water Street (now Monument Avenue) facing the river. One of the later settlers to arrive was Robert Edgar, an experienced carpenter and millwright. He found work immediately with Colonel George Newcom. [Music.]


NEWCOM: Now, Mr. Edgar, what I got in mind ain’t no ordinary house; I want a tavern, and I want her big. Two stories high, with windows downstairs and up. Choicest logs you can find, heavy clapboard roof, split puncheon floor, and the biggest stone fireplace in Dayton.

EDGAR: Sure sounds big, Colonel Newcom.

NEWCOM: It’ll be the biggest building this side of the Ohio river, savin’ the forts. And she’s gotta be all of the best. Doors heavy but smoothed down. Windows of the best white paper, rubbed with bear’s grease ‘till you can almost see through them – plenty o’ light, I want.

EDGAR: You must be figurin’ on a lot of trade, Colonel?

NEWCOM: I am. There’ll be a sight o’ travel up an’ down this river, and the trails, too. North an’ south, east an’ west. Folks comin’ and goin’ all the time. Settlers, traders, an’ all. And they’ll all stop at George Newcom’s tavern.

EDGAR: Well, I can build it as solid as you want.

NEWCOM: S-a-y, Mr. Edgar, this tavern o’ mine can’t be too solid. A hundred years from now – yes, a hundred and fifty – I want folks to look at her an’ say, “There’s a house was built to last.”

EDGAR: Colonel, you ain’t said nothing yet about how much you’re willing to pay me for this job.

NEWCOM: Well, now, what would you say to fifty cents a day? I’d be willing to pay that for good labor.

EDGAR: Ain’t enough. A job like this, where you want the best of finished work, is worth at least a dollar.

NEWCOM: A dollar? Why, a man can buy a whole acre of ground for about that.

EDGAR: There’s plenty of acres. There ain’t plenty of good carpenters.

NEWCOM: Well, suppose we was to say seventy-five cents.

EDGAR: And my board?

NEWCOM: Well, tell you want I’ll do. I’ll give you your board if you’ll go out and shoot me a deer a week for the kitchen.

EDGAR: That’s a bargain, Colonel, only I get the deerskin.

NEWCOM: Say, Edgar, just who’s hirin’ who? You better start buildin’ the tavern or first thing I know you’ll own it. [Music.]


NARRATOR: All through the summer the work of clearing, building, planting and cultivating went on. Even the children helped, carrying water and firewood, herding the cattle which grazed in the meadows down beyond the bend of the river. [Music.]


WOMAN: Henry! [Pounding.] Henry! [Pounding.] Henry!

HENRY: Yes, Ma.

WOMAN: You and John go down and get the cows now. It’s late. [Pounding.] Henry, do you hear me?

HENRY: Aw, Ma, John and me are buildin’ a fort. [Pounding.]

WOMAN: Henry, you start this minute. It’ll be dark soon.

HENRY: A-a-w-w, Ma! [Pounding stops.] All right, John, I guess we can’t finish her until tomorrow. Come on. [Clatter of dropped wood and tools. Footsteps.]

JOHN: Come on, Spot! Come on, Spot! [Dog barks.] Gee, Henry, wish we could teach Spot to go after the cows.

HENRY: Aw, I don’t mind it so much. We can always play we’re scouts, looking for Indians. [Bird calls, frogs, crickets.]

JOHN: Bet you’d run if you even saw an Indian.

HENRY: Bet I wouldn’t, neither. Bet if I had my father’s gun I’d shoot every Indian we’d see.

JOHN: Yah, you can’t even hold your father’s gun. You ain’t big enough.

HENRY: Can, too.

JOHN: Can’t. [Drumming sound.] Gee, Henry, what’s that?

HENRY: Just a couple of turkey hens. N-y-a-h-, John’s scared of a turkey, John’s scared of a turkey, John’s scared of a turkey. Come on, let’s go in this thicket and find their nests. [Dog barks off.]

JOHN: We ain’t got time, Henry. We gotta get the cows. Look, it’s almost dark. We better hurry. [Dog barks off. More excitedly.]

HENRY: Oh, all right. What’s the matter with Spot?
JOHN: Guess he’s trying to bring the cows in himself. [Barking. Cattle lowering.]

HENRY: No, he ain’t. There’s something wrong, John.

JOHN: Gee, Henry, do you suppose it’s Indians. I’m scared, Henry.

HENRY: [Shakily.] I ain’t. Come on, John. We gotta get them cows. Ma’ll tan our hides if we don’t. Come on, we’ll cut right through this brush. [Brush sound, dog barking excitedly, much closer. Cattle bawling. A loud Indian whoop. More barking and sound of cattle crashing through brush.]

JOHN: [Badly scared, almost whispering.] Indians! Henry, let’s lay low. Let’s hide in this thicket.

HENRY: [Just as scared.] We can’t, John. We gotta get back. We gotta tell Pa and the rest of the men. Come on, John, run! [Brush sound. Running footsteps.] [Music.]

HENRY: [Off.] Pa! Pa! [Running footsteps on.] [Breathless.] Pa! Indians! They’re running off the cows.

MAN: Sarah, hand me my gun. [Shouting.] Ben ! Ben Van Cleve! Indians! [Lower voices.] Henry, you and John run and tell Mr. Thompson and Colonel Newcom. Hurry! [Clatter and running footsteps.] [Shouts, fading off.] Ben! Ben! Come on!

BEN: [Off.] Coming. [Shouts fading off.] [Music.]

[Shouts off.]

WOMAN: Oh, Mrs. Thompson, I’m so scared. They’ve been gone so long.

KATE: Don’t’ fret, Sarah. They’ll come back. They’re all right. [Cattle lowing, dog barking, far off.] Hear them! They’ve driven off the Indians. They’re bringing the cows back.

WOMAN: It leaves me all shaken, like I had the fever. How do you keep so quiet and calm-like?

KATE: I’d be scared all the time, if I let myself be, Sarah. But we just can’t let ourselves. We can’t, because of the children and the men, too. [Cattle lowing and dog barking on. Murmur of men’s voices. Footsteps on.]

THOMPSON: It’s all right, Kate. They ran off two of the cows and it was too dark to go after them. But we got all the rest. And no one’s hurt.

HENRY: Pa, did you shoot an Indian? Pa, did you?
MAN: Don’t know, Henry. It was pretty dark. Go and bring in some firewood.

HENRY: Gee, Pa, I’d like to shoot an Indian. Can’t I, Pa?

MAN: Get the firewood, like I told you, son. And bring your Ma some water for the kettle. [Music.]


NARRATOR: Winter had come and the forest and clearings were white with new snow, by the time Newcom’s tavern was completed. There was a house-warming, a celebration to which every soul in the village was invited. Mary Newcom, helped by other women of the settlement, had spent days in preparation. There were roasts of beef and venison and bear meat, whole turkeys, ducks and geese. Dried fruits, vegetables from the new farm fields – these added to the feast. [Music.]


[Excited chatter and laughter. Clanking of tableware. Music of concertina. Loud pounding on the table.]


NEWCOM: Folks! Folks! [The noise subsides a little, more pounding, concertina out.] Folks! [The last of the talk fades out.] Folks, you don’t know how proud I am. Way back when Mrs. Newcom and I first decided to come to Dayton, I made up my mind Newcom’s tavern was goin’ to be the very center of the whole town. Well, it is! Here she stands right at the corner of Main and Water Streets, where there can’t nobody miss her. Nobody comin’ and goin’ up and down the country. And nobody right here in town. Specially that. I want every person here tonight to know that George Newcom is their friend, and that George Newcom’s house is their house. It’ll always be open, day and night. You c’n come here whenever you want. You can come to trade; you can come for help of any kind; or you can come to just set and talk. I’ll be doin’ a lot o’ that myself. [Laughter.] I expect Mrs. Newcom will always have a pot of tea for the women folks, and maybe something sweet for the children. And me and men folks’ll see if there ain’t somethin’ left in that barrel, even after tonight. [Chuckles.] Come one, come all – that’s goin’ to be the rule at Newcom’s tavern. New, let’s hear some more o’ that music. [Concertina in sharply. Talk and laughter renewed.]

KATE: Mr. Newcom! Mr. Newcom! [Concertina and talk out swiftly.] I can’t make a speech like you can, but I just want to tell you that all of us here in Dayton set great store by you and Mrs. Newcom. It’s going to be mighty nice for all of us to have some place beside our own houses where we can meet. There’s a lot to do, to make Dayton the kind of town we want, and it will help us to get together and talk and plan. I guess I don’t need to tell you that all of us have enjoyed the supper and talk and music and all. And now I think it’s time for the children to get home and to bed and for the women folks to leave you men to your own kind of talking. [Chorus of “Good Nights,” etc. Laughter. Concertina under, women’s and children’s voices face, door slams.]

NEWCOM: Ben Van Cleve, take that gourd dipper and draw off some more from the barrel. Fill all the mugs.

THOMPSON: George, you’ve got a fine place here. You’ve done yourself proud. And you’ve done Dayton proud. You’re helping to make Dayton one of the most important towns in the whole Northwest Territory.

NEWCOM: Well, now, that’s something I want to talk about, Sam. I ain’t got nothing to say against Gov. St. Clair. He’s one of the land proprietors of this town, and he’s a good man, a smart man. Still and all, we won’t be gettin’ where we ought to be long as we’re a territory instead of a state. We won’t have a full voice in our own government, and that’s against the idea of the Constitution. I know there ain’t enough people in the whole Ohio country to make a state yet, but I’m just waitin’ for that time. I want my vote and your vote and everybody’s vote to count for all they can. Those senators and representatives down there in Washington – they don’t know what we need. Now, if I was in the Congress and could tell them – [Music.]

KATE: Mary Van Cleve, you’re just as sleepy as you can be.

MARY: No, I’m not, Mamma.

KATE: Yes, you are. You climb right up the ladder to the loft this minute. The fire’s been burning well all evening and it’ll be nice and warm up there. I’ll warm the baby’s milk and feed him, and then I’ll be right up.

MARY: All right, Mamma, but I’m not [Yawns.] sleepy. [Footsteps on ladder.] Mamma, it’s awful dark up here.

KATE: I’ll bring the tallow dip with me. I won’t be a minute. [Hums. Rattles pan. Baby cries faintly.] There, there, Matt, darling, you’ll have your milk right away. [Hums.] [Knock on the door. Muttering outside. Louder knock.]

INDIAN VOICE: Open, open. Whiskey. Give Indian brothers whiskey.

KATE: [Softly.] Mary! Mary Van Cleve!

MARY: [Off, sleepy.] Yes, Mamma.

KATE: Mary, come down! Quickly, Mary, and don’t make any noise. That’s it. Careful you don’t fall. [Muttering outside rises. More demands for whiskey. More knocking.]

MARY: [Whispering.] Oh, Mamma, I’m scared.

KATE: [Whispering.] You mustn’t be, darling. See, I’m holding you in my arms. [Loudly.] No! No! No whiskey. [Outside sounds increase.] Mary, they mustn’t get in; they mustn’t. [Knocking becomes heavy pounding. Door rattles.] Mary, listen to me. We’ve got to have help. I can’t let them in, and I can’t leave the baby. You’ll have to go to the tavern. Do you think you can, darling?

MARY: [Shakily, almost crying.] Yes, Mamma, if you think I can.

KATE: Oh, my darling, I’m sure you can. Here, see, I’ll lift this plank. Slip down under the floor, where the potatoes are. You can get out under logs at the back. Crawl away from the house until you’re in the trees. Then run as fast as you can to the tavern.

MARY: Yes, Mamma.

KATE: Now, down you go. All right?

MARY: [Muffled.] Yes, Mamma, I’m all right. [Plank dropping.]

KATE: There, she’s gone. Oh, dear God, help her! [Baby cries sleepily.] S-h-h-h, Matt, dearest. Mother won’t let them hurt you. [Pounding and yelling continue.] [Music.]

[Running footsteps.]

MARY: [Panting, half crying.] Oh! Oh! I’ll never get there. Oh, Mamma, I’m so scared! Oh, oh, Mamma! [Music.]

NEWCOM:  . . . and I think we out to have a town meeting here every month. Plan for more trade. That will bring more people. I tell you this town’s got a great future. We can . .. [Light but frantic knocking.] Ben, open that door, will you? Who’d be knocking at this time o’ night? [Door opens.]

MARY: [Breathless.] Oh, come quick, everybody. It’s Mamma and the baby. It’s . . . the Indians . . .

BEN: She’s fainted.

THOMPSON: [Shouting.] Ben! Bill! George! All the rest of you! Come on! [Scraping of stools – mingled shouts. Men running.] [Music.]


[Indians yelling drunkenly, demanding whiskey.  Pounding at the door. And then sudden shouts of white men on. Fight sounds. Fade out.]

THOMPSON: George, they got away.

NEWCOME: Not mine. I’m settin’ on him.

BEN: So am I. I got one, too.

NEWCOM: Get ‘em up and take ‘em to the taven. [Scuffle.] No, you don’t. [Sock.] That’ll fix you. Bill! Bill Gahagan, come here. My Indian’s got to be carried.

BEN: I got mine up, all right. Come on, you!

NEWCOM: All right. Take ‘em to the tavern. [Footsteps going off to silence.]


KATE: [Off.] Yes, Sam.

THOMPSON: Unbar the door, Kate. It’s all right now. [Door opens.]

KATE: Oh, Sam, dear! Where’s Mary? Is she all right?

THOMPSON: Yes, Kate, she’s all right. We’re all safe. Don’t cry, Kate. [Music.]

[Mingled men’s voices.]

NEWCOM: Wait, wait, all of you. [Voices fade.] Set down around the big table, everybody, and we’ll talk this thing over reasonable.

FERRELL: I still say we ought to take ‘em out and shoot ‘em. Any time we catch Indians trying to get in our houses we ought to shoot ‘em.

[Two or three voices agree]

BILL: I don’t hold with that. [Door opens.] Here’s Sam Thompson. It was his house they were tryin’ to get in. What do you say, Sam? Ferrell wants to shoot the two Indians we caught.

THOMPSON: [Slowly.] No, I don’t agree with that, Mr. Ferrell. I was mighty mad, and ‘most as scared as I was mad. But I don’t want to shoot these two Indians. That’s not right.

FERRELL: They’d a shot you, wouldn’t they? And killed your wife and children beside. I say shoot ‘em.

NEWCOM: Wait a minute, Ferrell. And all the rest of you. You listen to what I say. I’d kill an Indian quick as anyone, if I had fair cause. But we all got to remember this country is settled peaceful now. Shootin’ and killin’ for anything and everything has got to stop. We’re goin’ to have law and order in Dayton. These two Indians are locked in the corn crib back of my tavern here, an’ that’s where they’re goin’ to stay until tomorrow morning. Then we’ll talk some more. That sound like sense to you, Sam?

THOMPSON: Sure does, George.

[Several voices in agreement.]

NEWCOM: Then that’s settled. Ben, fill up these mugs again.


NARRATOR: Here, then, were the first stirrings of community life and civic spirit in Dayton. In the face of the dangers which confronted them, our forefathers were able not only to defend themselves, their loved ones and their homes, but also to defend justice and right. It was their clear-sighted adherence to these principles which lifted Dayton above the level of other frontier communities. It was their inborn civic spirit, strengthening as it met each trial, which laid the foundation of the Dayton we know and love today. [Pause.] Next Sunday at this same hour you will hear another drama of Dayton’s earliest days. You will meet new characters, as well as those you know already. You will share new adventures with Dayton’s earliest citizens. You will relive, with them, more of the “Great Days of Dayton!”


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