Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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SURPRISE FOR THE BOYS Warden Roth shoves his jaw forward a full 2 inches and glares at Kosky. . . . {Fade out) Direction. — Filtered mike out entirely until further indicated. {Fade in) Warden. — This is a good gag, Kosky, and I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself so much at our expense. {Pause) Go on with the execution, Mr. Pettigrew. Pettigrew. — Yes, sir , . . in my opinion, warden, this man is bluffing. In all my experience I never heard of such a fantastic thing. Warden. — You two guards . . . stand one on each side of him. Kosky. — Excuse me, but I have heard that the black mask is optional. Is that so ? Warden. — {Incensed) Yes! Never mind the mask! Hurry it up! Kosky. — You see . . . you see, I don’t want the mask, because when I blow up I want my eyes to pop out like machine gun bullets. {Chuckles, subsides) Warden. — All right, Pettigrew, hurry up over to the control board and thud that switch ! Sound. — Slow footsteps. {Fade out) . . . {fade in) Fallow. — Then, so help me. Stew, Kosky starts puffin’ out his cheeks. I never seen anything like this before in my life! He puffs ’em out so far he looks like the world’s biggest bomb achin’ to explode to everybody present . . . me included. That cinches it. Steve Blathery is off his bench in one record-breakin’ broad jmnp. . . . {Quick fade) Direction. — Filtered mike out entirely. Blathery. — No! No! For God’s sake don’t pull the switch. He’ll blow up ! I know it ! The man’s mad, and he’s tellin’ the truth! Warden. — Blathery! Keep away from that control board! Get back, I say, or I’ll . . .