Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Fallow. — Lemme catch my breath. Now, in the first place, yell over and tell Brady I’ll give you this exclusive for 100 fish. Not a penny less. If he tries to bargain I’ll hang up and call the opposition. . . . Stewart. — Now, don’t do anything rash. Fallow. Wait a second. . . . I’ll ask him. He’s right here. O.K. He says it’s O.K. Fallow. — Well, well, that’s fast work! Tell him he better not double-cross me. Now listen. Stew, and take down every word. Clamp on your earphones tight. . . . Everything is runnin’ smooth in the execution chamber. The witnesses are sittin’ quiet. Father McCauley is movin’ his lips in prayer. And old Pet walks over to put the black mask on Kosky’s face. Suddenly Kosky raises his right hand very slow and looks at the warden. . . . Then he says . . . {Fade out) Direction. — Filtered mike out entirely until further indicated. {Fade in) Kosky. — Pardon me for troubling you, warden, but I’ve got to say a few words. Warden. — All right, say what you want . . . but make it snappy. Kosky. — Warden, you think I’m just a hunky with no brains. Well, you are wrong. I happen to be Dr. Waldemar Kossciuhowicz, Bachelor of Science from the famous University of Lodz. And I also happen, Hke everybody else who graduates from the famous University of Lodz, to be an expert chemist and engineer. Warden. — {Impatiently) Well? Kosky. — {Unperturbed) Now, what I want to say is that just before coming into the death chamber I have swallowed a sealed cylinder. This cylinder contains fulminate of mercury . . . the most powerful explosive in the world . . . ten times more terrific than TNT. And it contains enough fuhninate of mercury to blow up me and you and everybody else in this room and near this room for 300 yards around. The cylinder is the size of my thumb and is cleverly built with a detonating cap so that any sudden or violent muscular movement will cause the necessary spark to explode it. Like, for instance, the muscular spasm caused by electro 12