Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Stewart. — Sure . . .oh, sure. Fallow. — I’ll tell you something. Why, they din’t even have to shave Kosky’s head for the hot seat electrode, ’cause he turned out to be bald in just the right place. Stewart. — Is that right ? Fallow. — Sure, and I’ll tell you something else you won’t believe . . . but it’s true, take my word for it. . . . Kosky didn’t even have a last supper. Stewart. — Well, well. Fallow. — That shows what I’m up against these days. A couple o’ years ago a last supper was always good for five slugs with any sheet in the country. But today not only don’t some sheets not want last suppers no more, but guys Hke Kosky come along who don’t even eat ’em. What a man ! Stewart. — One of those guys who can take it or leave it alone. Fallow. — The guard asks him what he wants for last supper. “You can have everything and anything,’’ he tells Kosky, “but I recommend the roast turkey with chestnut dressing and cranberry sauce, ’cause that’s what the others usually take.” And do you know what Kosky said? Stewart. — I’ll bite. Fallow. — He says, “Just bring me some bread and butter.” After that they ask him if he wants to see the chaplain in private and he shakes his head, no. Well, Stew, in just about 3 minutes Kosky will be on the hot seat. I guess it won’t make no difference to him and the rest of us, ’cause the guy’s been dead from the neck up for a long, long time. I bet he wouldn’t even make a Monday feature. I’m discouraged. Stew. Well, I guess I’ll hang up now and call back with the flash when he bums. Stewart. — Wait a minute. Fallow. . . . We’re not very busy here. ... You might as well keep the line open. Fallow. — O.K. Say ... if you want, just to pass the time. I’ll give you a blow-by-blow accoimt o’ this burning. Stewart. — Sure, go ahead. Fallow. — There ain’t a single newspaperman except me up here. I’m phonin’ as usual from the seat of honor which took 8