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Richard Diamond 49-05-01 (002) Diamond In the Rough (AFRS).autogenerated
Here's Dick Powell as Richard Diamond, private detective. Good afternoon, Mr.
Diamond. Oh, afternoon, Ed. Have a good lunch, Mr. Diamond? Too early to tell.
Hey, you must shave with a dull razor. You've got a scratch on your face. I use
a rake. Here you are, Mr. Diamond. Thanks, Ed. Well, customers, good afternoon,
gentlemen. What can I do for you? Oh, that was nifty, Ziggy. Is that Diamond?
Yeah, Chino. That's him. Pick him up and drag him over to the chair, Ziggy. Sure
thing, Chino. He's really out. Yeah. See if you can bring him around. Be a shame
if he missed anything. Chino, would you mind holding my ass can handle? It might
break his jaw. A pleasure, Ziggy. Diamond. Diamond. Hey, looks like he ain't
going to make it. Maybe you slapped him too hard. You hurt me, Ziggy. You know
how careful I am. Hey, try to spit your water. I felt like I was lying in the
middle of a crowded sink, and someone had piled all the dishes on my head. They
turned on the faucet, and I floated up with a dirty coffee cup and took a look
around. I dredged water and squinted through my dewy eyelids at two of the
ugliest dishwaters I'd ever seen. He's twitching. Oh. See, Ziggy, he's just
lazy. Diamond, let us know when things start making sense. Oh, that's a dirty
trick. Oh, he's talking screwy. What's a dirty trick, Diamond? I'm stuck in the
drain. I think you hit him too hard. He's liable to be talking like that from
now on. Give it time. Diamond, you pull yourself out. Yeah. How did your monkeys
get in here anyway? He's back. Now go to work, Ziggy, but keep him with us. Hey,
wait a minute. Let's go. Oh. That's enough, Ziggy. Can you hear me, Diamond? He
don't like it. He's going to be hard to get along with. Belt him across the
ears. He'll listen. Hear me now? He's nodding his head. I guess he wants to keep
his mouth shut so the teeth don't fall out. Fine. Now listen, Diamond. When you
get a call from Mr. Barton, turn down the job. Understand? Ziggy, see if he's
doing it. Yeah, Gino. He says now he's got his silver. Remember, Mr. Barton, you
don't want to work for him. Think he gets it? Sure, Gino, but he looks tired
from the strain. Oh, then put him to sleep, Ziggy. Nighty night time. He didn't
have to say nighty night. It was only 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He tapped me
once more with a galvanized sleeping pill and tucked me away for a rest. The
next thing I knew, a pair of gray suede gloves were patting my sore face. Maybe
he didn't want to leave any fingerprints on my bruises. Mr. Diamond, Mr.
Diamond, can you hear me? Oh, you know, this can get monotonous. Go away. Should
I call the police, Mr. Diamond? What? Oh, oh, I was expecting uglier company.
Could you sit up? I'm getting some of your blood on my shoes. That's tough. I'll
turn it off. I'll bet you're named Barton. Why, that's right. How did you know?
I'm lucky. Now get out of here. But I want to talk to you. I just had one long
conversation, but it was too one-sided. Go on. My health is doubtful, but it's
fun to have it around for company. Maybe $500 would pick you up. That might, for
a while. But I don't like to waste that kind of money on funerals. $750? So they
line the coffin with velvet. $1,000. You're begging to make a short life sound
practical. If you do the job successfully, there'll be another $1,000. You just
bought yourself a corpse. Let me wash up. Talk some more. I can hear you. It's
my son, Roger. He thinks he killed a man. He thinks? What do you want me to do?
Find out for sure so I can brag about it? Ever heard of a John Alter? Sure. Walt
Levinson sent him about five years ago on a man-flutter wrap. Well, he doesn't
like it up there, and he'd like to get out. I don't blame him. What's this got
to do with your son? I'm chairman of the parole board. Oh, you look much better
now, Mr. Diamond. I can't stand the sight of blood. It doesn't bother me. It
happens every week. So you're the chairman of the parole board. Yes, some of
Alter's friends promised to keep quiet about my son if I let Alter go free when
he comes up before the board next week. And you think maybe your son was framed?
Yes, about a month ago, he met a girl in Florida. Her name is Lenore Brown, and
she's a friend of Alter's. How did this spring to frame? I beg your pardon? You
must associate with a higher type, Thug. Spring the frame. Made it look like
your son killed somebody. Oh. Well, when Roger, that's my son, went to pick up
the Lenore girl at her apartment, he found her struggling with some man. That
happens. It looked like he was trying to kill her. There was a gun on the floor,
and she called Roger for help. He picked up the gun and shot the man. She told
Roger he had killed him and that he must get out. When we went back, they were
both gone. About a month later, some of Alter's friends got in touch with me.
Oh, and they forget about the killing if you let Alter out of Sing Sing. That's
right. I don't remember reading anything about it in the papers. Well, you're
the first one outside of Alter and his friends who know anything about it. You
see, they say they're hiding the corpus delecti so there was no report of the
murder. Keeping a stiff hand isn't that easy. Why didn't you call the law? If my
son did kill this man, that's the first thing I intend doing. But I have a
feeling this man is not dead. Oh, you think maybe they staged the killing, put
blanks on the gun, and after your son beat it, the stiff walked out under his
own steam? That's what I want you to find out. If my son is innocent, I want you
to bring the parties responsible to justice. Amen. Here's a check for the
thousand dollars. If you find the girl and prove my son innocent, there'll be
another thousand in your pocket. I'll throw up the holes. Well, thank you, Mr.
Barton. I'll start right away. Goodbye, Mr. Diamond. You can reach me at the
Wentworth Hotel. I'm staying there until this matter gets cleared up. I won't
get in touch with you unless I find something. The guys who worked me over are
pretty set in their ways, and there's no sense in you tripping over a lot of
dead bodies. I looked at the thousand-dollar check and thought about defeating
the two polite gunsels that gave me. It was a toss-up. If I'd spent the thousand
like I knew I would, I'd be dead anyway. The two goons were probably still
hanging around my building, and if they spotted me, they'd guess I'd taken the
job. When I get more than ten bucks in my pocket, I smile all over. I went out
the back way and through the alley. Had to start somewhere, so I headed for the
5th Precinct of the West. When you're looking for a killer, homicides got all
the roadmaps on murder. An old friend, an ex-partner, was in charge. The men who
worked at the tail called him Lieutenant Levinson, but he had a couple of
friends who still called him Walt. I was one of them. You earn that right when
you work for a guy for six years. After I left the force, Walt started doing
solo, but he now had a sergeant who stumbled around after him. His name was
Otis, and he had the biggest feet in the state. Every time he took off his
shoes, I wanted to grab a champagne bottle and launch them. I don't think he
liked me. When I walked in, his face always looked like an advertisement for a
sour stomach. Well, Richard Diamond, private detective. Well, Sergeant Otis,
homicides answer to the missing link. What was that last word? You're half safe,
I said, Link. Walled in? Yeah. You turn the knob, and you can't get out. Walled
in? Yeah, you turn the knob, and you push. Why don't you get that uniform
cleaned? Someday it's going to get up and walk to the station without you. Well,
hello, Rick. If you've got... You must get tired changing your face every day.
Somebody shove you around again? Been catching up on my patty cake, Walt. Tell
me, did you ever know a bit of fluff named Lenore Brown? Sure, John Alder's
expensive count. Used to hold hands before I sent him out. Know where I can find
it? Alder's still got her stake down. When they leave Sturdy, he's going to come
back and dig up the claim. You'd better forget about it. She's got the antidote
for lonely nights, but some of Alder's boys are protecting it. I know, yeah.
They gave me a pep talk this afternoon. Then listen to them. It's better
watching your game from the bench. You never can tell. I might make a score.
Well, you're outweighed, outclassed, and liable to be outlived. She used to work
at the Black Swan in Florida. I heard Alder was trying to get a parole, and she
came to New York to be close to him. Any line on her here in town? No, but if
she's seeing Alder, you might spot her on a business day. And now, look, Rick,
why don't you stop chasing two-bit thugs and come back on the force? I never had
hope since when we were working together. You know how I feel about that, Walt.
I'm a restless guy. Sometimes I like to sleep late in the morning. Okay, Rick.
Want me to call the warden and tell him you're coming? Yeah, thanks, Walt. Take
it easy. Bye, Rick. Be a good boy. Yes, Walt? Mr. Richard Diamond to see you,
warden. Oh, send him in. You can go on in, Mr. Diamond. Thanks, Walt. Well,
Rick, how are you? It's been a long time. I know a lot of guys who wouldn't like
to hear that, warden. How are you, Jim? Just great. What's on your mind? I hear
Johnny Alder's been having company. I'd like to take a look at her. Oh, Miss
Brown. Well, I can't blame you. I just want to spot her and see where she goes.
You can't miss. If she walked through the yard, there'd be a jailbreak tomorrow.
What time are visiting hours? Well, if she's seeing Alder today, she should be
downstairs right now. Pardon me a second. Yes, warden. Paul, has Lenore Brown
come in today? Yes, she has, warden. She's in seeing Alder right now. Thanks,
Paul. She's downstairs, Rick. Like to take a look? Yeah. I'll have Paul take you
down. On the second thought, I'll go myself. There she is, sitting at the end
table, talking to Alder. Oh, now I know why Alder needs a lot of money. She's
wearing enough mink to carpet Radio City. You should get a load of her on a warm
day. Coat doesn't stop me. She'd show up even if she's wearing a tent. How long
has she got with Alder? About another five minutes. Warden, maybe I'll let you
put me away for a couple of years. Something like that to look forward to on
visitor's day, I might go for the change. Well, you'd get tired of just talking.
Think what you could do on the outside. Yeah, I am, but it would probably send
me right back up here. Now, you want to stick around until she's through
talking? Thanks, Jim. I'll wait in front until she comes out. I hung her on by
the big gray buildings until she came out. She walked over to a long white
convertible and got in. Now I know what the guy meant when he wrote, ask the man
who owns one. I decided to let her buy me a new fuse and I walked over to the
car. Going to town? Oh? I'll walk you back up three feet and I'll let you know.
Okay? Mm-hmm. Your tailor couldn't do all of that. Thanks. Get in. Visiting?
Yeah, the warden's an old friend. How many years did you know him? Ah, ah, baby.
I've been going home every night all my life. Every night? Well, almost. What do
you do with the almost? Depends. Everybody likes something different. You must
get tired thinking of new ideas. Oh, I don't think much. It's more fun being
surprised. What are you stopping for? We just got started. Surprise? Oh, yeah.
And the nickel-plated one. Look, baby, you don't have to pull a gun. If I'm
getting fresh, I'll get out and walk. You'll sit right there, Diamond. Oh, name
dropper. Mm-hmm. Expecting company? Mm-hmm. You've never seen anything like that
before, honey. That's nice. I wouldn't want you to get stuck with the
introductions. That's your friends coming along in that car? It should be. Now,
hold real still. They'll only shoot you this time. Sometimes you're lucky. When
a dame's got a gun on you, you don't stand much of a chance unless she's got her
mind on something else. This one did. And when she looked up in the rear-view
mirror to make sure it was her boys, I tagged her. My two playmates were just
pulling up in a green sedan when I went out of the car like a dry transmission.
There he is. He's sliding off. Nail him. He let go just as I dived off the side
of the road and hit the center on bank month. I rolled at the bottom and came up
looking like an exhibit for smallpox. He's down the hill. Go get him, Ziggy.
There was a line of trees just off to the right, and I got to them just as Ziggy
tried again. He needed a rifle. I was running through the trees then, and I
could hear Ziggy somewhere behind me falling all over himself. I pulled my gun
and thought about waiting for him. I could give him so many holes he'd whistle
in a high wind, but I had another idea. I stopped and listened. He's around here
somewhere. Well, come on. We'll spread out. That toyed right down the middle.
They were somewhere behind me, and both of them were looking. I got him. Oh, I
got him. Get him off of me a million, Higgins. Come on. I got on a new suit. Oh,
my deepest apologies, Gina. I thought you was dying. Can't you tell the
difference, Ziggy? He's a good boy. He's got on a blue suit. Oh, I'm a little
color blind. Now let's find Diamond. They started hunting again, and I cut off
to my left and headed back to the highway. I reached the hill that sloped down
from the highway, and I went up fast. The cars were about 100 yards down the
road, and I used my last lung getting there. Lenora was still out, just like I'd
left her when I put her to sleep. I went over to the gunsel's car and lifted the
hood. Chino and Ziggy could apologize all night while they looked for a new
distributor. I went back to the white convertible with the unconscious nylons
and got in. I noticed something lying on a seat. It was her purse, and she
didn't wake up when I grabbed it. Doing a rummage job at 80 miles an hour isn't
easy, but there wasn't much of interest anyway, just a little black book. I
needed a gimmick, so I stuck it in my pocket. I put the purse back on the seat
just as she started coming around. Oh. Well, now that's it, baby. Sit up and
look at the pretty scenery. How did you get here? Where's Ziggy and Chino?
Playing Peter Pan. Hmm. Jaw hurt? Yes, your heel. Play rough and you get hurt.
Where do I take you? My apartment, I guess. You're going to ask a lot of
questions, and I don't talk much. We might as well figure out something to fill
in the loan. I drove to her place on East 51st and walked into the door. She
looked at me like a fat woman eyeing a French pastry, and her mouth slipped down
to her shoelaces when I gave her a peck on the cheek and left her standing with
an old front doorknob in her hand. I knew she wasn't going to spill anything,
even if I got her drunk. Besides, she could probably drink Tony Galento under
the table and still be sober enough to play hopscotch. I went back to the office
and took out her little black book. There were a lot of names, and some of them,
I knew. Chino, and after it, likes his work. And Ziggy, and after his name, has
own gun. Yeah, huh? Richard Diamond, too. I never did figure out what the three
stars were for. I forgot all about my date with Follum when the phone rang.
Yeah? Hello, Richard. Oh, uh, no, uh, Dixie Follum will Sunday chop chop, you're
fired. Well, Follum will call Mr. Richard Diamond to the phone chop chop. He's
got a date, and she doesn't like being stood up. Hello, Helen. Hi. What is all
that about? Did you forget you had a date with me? Yeah, yeah, I did. And I'm
sorry, baby, but right now, I'm being chased like a hopped up fox. I haven't had
time to curl up and relax. You're impossible. I know it, I know it. Want your
sorority pen back? Well, I'll make up my mind when you get here. I'll give you
my Lone Ranger magic decoder. You fool. Are we still going steady? Oh, yes.
Rick, what am I going to see? Oh, honey, right now, I've got some reading to do.
Why don't you go to a movie? Little women pass the census. I'll be over later.
I'll probably end up marrying an usher. Don't be too late, Rick. I won't.
Besides, we get along better early in the morning. Bye. Bye, baby. I sat there
for a minute thinking about Helen Asher and wondering why I hadn't learned how
to butter my bread. She was everything a guy should want. Ten million dollars
playing multiplication in a fat trust fund. A figure that would snarl of any
quiet intersection. And a mind that would give a master's degree in inferiority
complex. Diamond, you fool, you. Well, the Nora Brown's Little Black Book was a
poor substitute for an evening with Helen, but three items put me in second
gear. They weren't hard to find. Take out all the men's names, and there they
were, three addresses. One was in the village, another in Harlem, and the last
was somewhere in Chinatown. All of them were a setup for a dead man who wanted
to make himself scarce. I wanted to talk with Barton before I started hunting,
so I called the Wetworth. Wetworth Hotel. Mr. Barton, please. Yes, sir, I'll
ring him. Hello? Mr. Barton, this is Diamond. Oh, yes, Diamond. Did you find out
anything yet? Not yet, but tell me, did your son tell you what his victim looked
like? Why, yes. He said he was a dark man with a scar from his nose to his chin.
He said he'd never forget it. Oh, well, thanks. Maybe I'll call you tomorrow. I
hope you clear this thing up in a hurry. So do I. I want to get my nerves
untangled. I took the easy address first, grabbed a cab, and 20 minutes later I
was walking down the steps of a little dive on the east side of Greenwich
Village. It was a shabby little place, and the customers had enough long hair to
give a two-pay deal to the DTs. A fat waiter walked over and I had my clean
shirt. He was wearing an apron that looked like he'd made the salad on it. He
was swell. Hey, you wanted something, Mac? Yeah, a pound of egg noodles, just
weep them up off the floor. Do you know anyone named Lenore? Lenore? Oh, sure,
Lenore Brown. Hey, she comes in there for once a week, listens to the kid at the
piano. Now why would a classic day like that go out with him? He don't play the
piano so good. Ever see a guy with a dark man with a scar from his nose to his
shin? No, no, no. He always does his singles. Now, thanks. Hey, you still want
those noodles? I walked out, got back in the cab, and marked off Greenwich
Village in the little black book. The second address was on the fringe of
Harlem, the hill, they call it. The night was black and the fog had rolled in
off the East River and staked out a claim all the way to Lennox Avenue. As I
walked up to the old brownstone, my nerves started screaming S.O.S. I stopped
cold and looked down at two gleaming eyes, like two pieces of polished glass
shining in the glare of the dim street lamp. As I got used to the darkness, I
could make him out. He was a big, white, battle scarred bulldog, and he had some
ideas of his own. He started shuffling in slowly, jerking back his lips and
showing a row of white teeth. Hold it, Lucifer. I hadn't heard him come out on
the porch. He was a big man wearing an off-white undershirt. And from what I
could see, he looked meaner than his dog. The animal stopped, but he kept facing
me, showing off his tooth-faced smile. You won't hurt your mister unless I tell
him to. I'll think about it for a while. I'm a poor substitute for horse meat.
What do you want? Do you know a Lenore Brown? You a cop? Shamus. Beat it,
Lucifer. Thanks, pal. I couldn't hold my breath much longer. You can come up on
the porch. You're looking for Lenore Brown, huh? Yeah. Nowhere. I met her. Her
wife works for her. Is her wife in? Yeah. Yes, sir? Yeah. Come here. Some
private dick wants to talk to you. She's Miss Brown's private maid. Yeah. Your
husband tells me you work for Miss Brown. Yeah. What's she done? She got many
friends. Men friends. Oh. You know a dark man with a scar? Oh, sure. I know lots
of them. What are you talking about, woman? Oh, I, uh, I met someone who Miss
Brown knows. What did you mean by that, mister? Look, I really don't know
anybody with a scar. Now you better be. Yeah. Get moving. No one to talk to you,
woman. Get in there. Yes, honey. I knew she was going to get bruised, but he
looked rough enough to cut my windpipe, and I went to some place to pour my
coffee down in the morning. So I got out of there fast and headed for the last
address in the little black book. The place was on one of those narrow, dark
streets. It was so quiet you could hear yourself change your mind. A sign above
the door read, Tangee. So I pushed it open and went in. If I didn't find a man
with a scar here, I was out on strikes. It was a little restaurant on the bottom
floor of a two-story building. A quiet waiter slipped up and showed me to a
booth. He shoved a menu in my hand and disappeared before I could ask him
anything. The place was empty except for an old couple sitting near the door.
The waiter said something to them, and they looked quickly over at me. And then
they left in a hurry. The room was completely empty now. Even the waiter had
disappeared. I looked up at a flight of stairs at the far end of the room. A
pair of very healthy ankles came into view, and they were holding up a pair of
legs that ran my blood pressure up to 190 again. I eased my gun off and held it
under the table. Lenore turned the corner and started down toward my booth like
a loose snake in a rabbit pen. Mind if I sit down? It's your party. Shame on
you. Don't you know it's not nice to pilfer a lady's handbag? Now Mama will have
to thank you. Looks like the last address paid off. If you're buying shrouds, it
did. Where's the guy that young Barton was supposed to have killed? Upstairs,
but he's very unsociable. Hates long conversations. I only need a couple of
lines. He can't even do that. He likes to keep on breathing. Old man Barton
figures Altair framed his son. He's not going to let your boyfriend out of
thingsing until he finds a man with a scar. Think he can do better than you,
Dan? Well, I found him. Was it worth dying for? I don't know. I can tell you
better after I talk to him. Mama's going to have to stay sooner than she
expected. Come in, boys. Well, look who's here. Mama's too big an idiot to start
collecting blood again. Where are your buckets? Oh, he's there. Present! You've
met Chino and Ziggy before, haven't you? Yeah, on the end of a fist. They want
to show you the town. I know the beat. I'll bet you've never seen it from the
bottom of the East River. No, but if you'll put on a bathing suit, I might buy
the idea. Too bad we'll never make the beach together. I'd like to show you the
sights. Boys, you'd better help Mr. Diamond out of the booth. I think he's
stuck. You know how it is. The boys like to keep moving. So do I. I shot once
and caught Ziggy in the stomach, and I dumped the table over on Chino. He
grabbed like he was going to waltz with it. I didn't even have to get up. I just
shot him through the cover, child. Lenora was out of the booth fast and running
for the stairs. Look out, Tommy, look out! I caught up with her at the foot of
the stairs, and as she started up, I saw him. Standing on the upper landing,
scar and all. All meaning gun in his hand. He missed me, but nailed her halfway
up. She spun around and fell all over me. But I point a gun pretty good from a
prone position. You should have kept your nose up, mister. A bad landing washes
you out. I called Lieutenant Levinson, squared myself. Then homicide came down
and cleaned things up. They were all dead, and I figured I never would reach the
beach anyway. I phoned Barton, who took his son down to the morgue to look over
the night's take. Young Barton identified the man with the scars, the one he
thought he'd killed. He gave me the notch, and I made another call. This time to
a pair of silk pajamas with an understanding heart. It was late, but I was
hungry. Oh, good morning, Mr. Diamond. Isn't it rather late to be calling? You
know something, you're right, Francis. It's two a.m. Time for all good butlers
to be beddy-by. Miss Helen isn't in the library, but I'm not sure whether she
wants to see you. You just run along and get some sleep. I'll find out and let
you know. Very good, sir. Confidentially, she's a little beaved. Look. Kinn up,
Mr. Diamond. Francis, if she gets tough with me, I'll knock her teeth out. Oh,
my goodness, oh, my goodness. Francis, is that who I think it was? Oh. Hi. The
food was cold a long time ago. So was my date. I'm sorry, honey. Oh, that's all
right. The fire's almost burned out. It's two o'clock in the morning, Mr.
Diamond. I've sat through two features, a Tom and Jerry, and the fourth chapter
of Batman Hops of Freight. Come on, don't scold her. I haven't in weeks, but
I've been rehearsing this for the past two hours, and you're going to listen.
And that's another thing. You never play when I want you to. Only when I've got
you on the carpet. That sounds like fun. Now stop being glib. If you think for
one minute you can charm me and... Out of your face, the weather's sunshine. Put
on a great big smile. Now stop that and listen to me. Okay, okay. I'll shut up.
Well, go on. No. Now you've made me forget what I was going to say. If you can't
remember, honey, hold a good thought. It's a big, wide, wonderful world you live
in. When you're in love, you're a master. Of all you survey, you're a gay Santa
Claus. I just remembered. Too late now, honey, I'm rolling. There's a brave new
star-spangled sky above you. When you're in love, you're a hero. A hero Apollo,
the wizard of love. Oh, my God, get through. You're the kingdom, power, and
glory. Richard Diamond, starring Dick Paul, was previously released over the
National Broadcasting Company for listeners in the United States, and has been
re-released to you men and women overseas by the United States Armed Forces
Radio Service, the voice of information and education.
Richard Diamond, Private Detective - Single Episodes
RICHARD DIAMOND, PRIVATE DETECTIVE
In 1945, Dick Powell portrayed Phillip Marlowe in the movie "Murder My Sweet" based on Raymond Chandler's novel "Farewell My Lovely". This was a radical departure in character for Mr. Powell from a Hollywood song and dance man to a hard-boiled detective. On June 11,1945, Lux Radio Theatre brought "Murder My Sweet" to radio, again with Dick Powell in the lead. These two performances prompted his selection for the part of Richard Rogue, in Rogue's Gallery after his role for Lux Radio Theatre and Richard Diamond came four years later.
Richard Diamond, Private Detective came to NBC in 1949. Diamond was a slick, sophisticated detective, with a sharp tongue for folks who needed it. Diamond enjoyed the detective life, but not as much as entertaining his girl, Helen Asher. After each show, he would croon a number to his Park Avenue sweetheart. Mr. Powell, a former song and dance man, was perfect for the role. He added an extra dimension to the 40's hokey private eye drama.
Diamond was a rough gumshoe that would often get knocked on the head with a revolver butt or other items. His counterpart on the police force was Lt. Levinson who often accepted Diamond's help reluctantly. Levinson would claim to get stomach trouble whenever Diamond would call him and would take bicarbonate to settle his aching stomach. Although they always seem at odds with each other, Diamond and Levinson were best friends.
The plot theme remained fairly constant throughout the entire run of the show, Diamond getting beat up and solving a tough murder case with the support of the police department. Remarkably, for all the gun fights, Diamond never got shot. And for all his bravado, he had a serious case of vertigo.
Helen Asher was portrayed by Virginia Gregg, who also played the part of Brooksie on Let George Do It and Betty Lewis on Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar. Blake Edwards wrote the early shows and also directed a few. Music was composed by David Baskerville and later by Frank Wirth.
In January of 1951, the series moved to ABC under the full sponsorship of Camel cigarettes. Then in May of 1953, the series moved to CBS but all shows were repeats from the 1950-51 Rexall sponsored season on NBC.
Richard Diamond was one of the radio shows which successfully moved to television with David Janssen, later of The Fugitive fame, in the title role of Richard Diamond. The opening scene of the television show often featured the long lovely legs of Mary Tyler Moore, who went on to fame in The Dick Van Dyke Show and The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Mary was replaced on the Richard Diamond show when it became known that she owned the mystery legs.
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นำ MOUSE
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นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
ต้องการให้แสดงรูปภาพที่ไหนก็นำ
CODE ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่นั่นครับ
<body> นะครับ
2.กรอบรูปเปลี่ยนสี
กรอบรูปเปลี่ยนสี
ต้องการให้แสดงที่ไหนก็นำ
CODE ด้านล่างไปวางที่นั้นครับ
<body> นะครับ
3.ห้าม SAVE รูปภาพ
ห้าม SAVE รูปภาพ
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <body> ครับ
4.ทำรูปภาพเด้งไปมาสามารถสั่งให้หยุดเด้งได้
ทำรูปภาพเด้งไปมาสามารถสั่งให้หยุดเด้งได้
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <body> ครับ
5.มี CURSOR ของ
MOUSE เด้งไปมาที่หน้าจอ
มี CURSOR ของ MOUSE
เด้งไปมาที่หน้าจอ
ให้คุณ
SAVE รูปประกอบไปด้วยครับ ด้านล่างนี้เลยครับ
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <body> ครับ
6.เลื่อนรูปภาพไปซ้ายขวาได้โดยกดที่ Keyboard
เลื่อนรูปภาพไปซ้ายขวาได้โดยกดที่ Keyboard
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <body> ครับ
เพิ่ม
OnLoad="moveImage()" เข้าไปใน <body> ครับ
เป็นแบบนี้ครับ
7.ทำรูปภาพให้มีเงาในน้ำ
ทำรูปภาพให้มีเงาในน้ำ
ต้องการให้แสดงรูปที่ไหนก็นำ
CODE ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่นั่นครับ
<body> นะครับ
8.ย่อ - ขยายรูป
ทำรูปภาพให้มีเงาในน้ำ
ต้องการให้แสดงรูปที่ไหนก็นำ
CODE ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่นั่นครับ
<body> นะครับ
9.ทำรูปวิ่งจากขวาไปซ้าย
ทำรูปวิ่งจากขวาไปซ้าย
ต้องการให้แสดงรูปที่ไหนก็นำ
CODE ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่นั่นครับ
<body> นะครับ
10.รูปวิ่งจากขวาไปซ้ายตอน LOAD หน้าเสร็จ
รูปวิ่งจากขวาไปซ้ายตอน LOAD หน้าเสร็จ
นำ CODE ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่
<head> ครับ
ต้องการให้แสดงภาพที่ไหนก็นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่นั่นครับ <body> นะครับ
เพิ่ม
onload="hdynAnimation()"
เข้าไปใน <body> ครับ
เป็นแบบนี้ครับ
Sunday, October 22, 2017
แจก JAVASCRIPT (เกี่ยวกับ ALERT)เป็นพวกคำเตือนต่างๆ
1.มีหน้าต่างขึ้นมาทักทายผู้ชมเวลาเข้ามา
มีหน้าต่างขึ้นมาทักทายผู้ชมเวลาเข้ามา
นำ
CODE ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
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2.ถามว่าจะไป WEBSITE ที่เราตั้งไหมตอนเข้า
ถามว่าจะไป WEBSITE
ที่เราตั้งไหมตอนเข้า
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
3.ถามอายุคนที่เข้ามาถ้าอายุไม่ถึงที่เรากำหนดก็อดเข้า
ถามอายุคนที่เข้ามาถ้าอายุไม่ถึงที่เรากำหนดก็อดเข้า
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
4.พอทำ HIGHLIGHT ข้อความแล้วจะมี POPUP มาบอกว่า HIGHLIGHT อะไรบ้าง
พอทำ HIGHLIGHT
ข้อความแล้วจะมี POPUP มาบอก
ว่า HIGHLIGHT อะไรบ้าง
ว่า HIGHLIGHT อะไรบ้าง
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
5.คลิ๊กที่ RADIO BUTTON แล้วมี POPUP
คลิ๊กที่ RADIO
BUTTON แล้วมี POPUP
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ในตำแหน่งที่ต้องการให้แสดงครับ
<body> นะครับ
6.มี POPUP เมื่อเอา MOUSE ไปวางบนตัวอักษร
มี POPUP เมื่อเอา
MOUSE ไปวางบนตัวอักษร
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ในตำแหน่งที่ต้องการให้แสดงครับ
<body> นะครับ
7.พอ LOAD เสร็จจะบอกว่าในหน้านั้นใช้เวลาในการ LOAD เท่าไร
พอ LOAD
เสร็จจะบอกว่าในหน้านั้นใช้เวลาในการ LOAD เท่าไร
นำ CODE ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
8.ตรวจรายละเอียดของคนที่เข้ามา
ตรวจรายละเอียดของคนที่เข้ามา
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
9.ทักทายตอนเข้ามาและถามชื่อแล้วแสดงชื่อในหน้า WEBPAGE
ตรวจรายละเอียดของคนที่เข้ามา
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
10.ถามว่าจะตั้งหน้าที่เราตั้งให้เป็นหน้า HOME หรือไม่
ถามว่าจะตั้งหน้าที่เราตั้งให้เป็นหน้า HOME หรือไม่
เพิ่ม
xmlns:ie
เข้าไปใน <html> ครับ
เป็นแบบด้านล่างนี้ครับ
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
แล้วเพิ่ม
onload="page.setHomePage('http://www.yoururl.com')"
เข้าไปใน <body> ครับ
เป็นแบบด้านล่างนี้ครับ
11.ทำ ALERT มาบอกคนดูว่าเราจะ REDIRECT หน้า แล้วให้คนดูเลือก YES หรือ NO เพื่อไป
ทำ
ALERT มาบอกคนดูว่าเราจะ REDIRECT
หน้า แล้วให้คนดู
เลือก YES หรือ NO เพื่อไป
เลือก YES หรือ NO เพื่อไป
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
12.ทำหน้าต่างขึ้นมาแสดงว่าเรากำลังดูหน้าที่ใส่ CODE แบบ ONLINE หรือไม่
ทำหน้าต่างขึ้นมาแสดงว่าเรากำลังดูหน้าที่ใส่ CODE แบบ ONLINE หรือไม่
นำ CODE
ด้านล่างไปไว้ที่ <head> ครับ
Saturday, October 21, 2017
50 ฟรี Font (แบบตัวอักษร) มืออาชีพ เพื่อใช้ในการออกแบบ
Font นั้นสื่อได้ทั้งอารมณ์ ความรู้สึก และลีลาของเรื่องได้ การเลือกใช้งานฟอนท์นั้นขึ้นอยุ่กับความเหมาะสม ในแต่ละการออกแบบ บางครั้งก็พบว่าในเอกสารเดียวกันนั้นมีการใช้ฟอนท์มากกว่า 1 รูปแบบเสมอ ฟอนท์ทุก ๆ ฟอนท์จะมีชื่อประจำตัวอยู่ เช่น Aril, CordiaUPC, JasmineUPC เป็นต้น ฟอนท์บางฟอนท์เป็นฟอนท์สากล คือ รู้จักกันอย่างแพร่หลาย แต่ฟอนท์หลาย ๆ ฟอนท์นั้นอาจรุ้จักในวงจำกัดเพราะฟอนท์ดังกล่าวได้ถูกออกแบบไว้
ดังนั้นการเลือก Font ที่ดีจะทำให้งานออกแบบดูดีและเป็นมืออาชีพมากชึ้น
ลองมาดู 50 ฟรี Font (แบบตัวอักษร) มืออาชีพ เพื่อใช้ในการออกแบบ และสามารถ Download ไปใช้ได้ฟรีเลย
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02. Seshat
03. Fenix (Registration Required)
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04. Scifly Sans
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05. Passau
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06. Prime
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07. Sanchez Slab (Registration Required)
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08. Shket
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09. Rambla
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10. Sunnyday
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11. Abraham Lincoln
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12. Multicolore
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13. Quark
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14. Myra
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15. Libre Baskerville
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16. Gatometrix
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17. Eunomia
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18. Zwodrei
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19. Matchup
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20. V.GER Grotesque
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21. Higher
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22. Subway
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23. Speakeasy
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24. COCO – Fashion Typefamily
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25. Gangnam
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26. Fengardo Neue
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27. RIDGE
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28. Pigopago
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29. KanKin
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30. Bispo Nova (Registration Required)
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31. Hapna Mono
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32. Magnolia
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33. Prosto
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34. MAGNA
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35. Solid
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36. Tribe
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37. Dude
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38. Pilaca
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39. Brooklyn
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40. Kelson Sans
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41. NIEWE
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42. Maw
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43. Isaac Oplup
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44. ZERB
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45. Friendly Font
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46. Figa
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47. Sputnik
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48. Prison Tattoo
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49. Social Font Icons
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50. Font Awesome More
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Here's Dick Powell as Richard Diamond, private detective. Good afternoon, Mr. Diamond. Oh, afternoon, Ed. Have a good lunch, Mr. Diamond...
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Here's Dick Powell as Richard Diamond, private detective. Good afternoon, Mr. Diamond. Oh, afternoon, Ed. Have a good lunch, Mr. Diamond...
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Font นั้นสื่อได้ทั้งอารมณ์ ความรู้สึก และลีลาของเรื่องได้ การเลือกใช้งานฟอนท์นั้นขึ้นอยุ่กับความเหมาะสม ในแต่ละการออกแบบ บางครั้งก็พบว่...