Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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SURPRISE FOR THE BOYS Brady. — I know, Fallow . . . but even as an execution this one doesn’t rate. Besides, we’re already protected. A.P. is covering. Fallow. — I know A. P.’s covering. I'm A.P. up here. I’m A.P., U.P., I.N.S., N.A.N.A., and the Jewish Telegraphic Agency. I’m even Nippon Dempo when there’s a good Jap angle. Brady. — Then you’ll be supplying the story anyway ... as part of the regular service. Why should we pay you when we’re paying A.P. and they're paying you? Fallow. — How do you expect me to make both ends meet if you don’t give me a break on burnings? I got a wife and three kids. I don’t expect to phone in a Damon Runyon story. I just wanna make my usual five slugs. What the devil’s the newspaper business coming to if a guy can’t make five slugs out of a burning any more ? Brady. — If you want the truth. Fallow, the yam’s not worth five. . . . It’s a piece of tripe. Fallow. — It ain't a piece of tripe. The guy’s a hiiman being, ain’t he ? Is that a nice way to talk about a human being ? Brady. — Any murder that was worth only two paragraphs when it was fresh is still a piece of tripe, for my money. Fallow. — Say. . . . This guy got more than two paragraphs the day he killed his landlord in Chemicville. It was a big story up there. Brady. — Well ... it was just an item to us. Forget it. Fallow. — You talk like I was tryin’ to sell you a stink bomb. Everybody who knows me knows Pete Fallow doesn’t do business that way. This story’s got a lot of swell angles. F’rinstance, the guy . . . Brady. — Wait a minute! Did you have these phone charges reversed ? Fallow. — What do you think I am, a millionaire? I got a wife and . . . Brady. — Never mind. . . . I’ve got to show something for these phone charges. . . . Give the story to Stewart on rewrite . . . and make it snappy ! 5