Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Sound. — Heavy scuffling . . . thud of bodies striking floor . . . low moans. First Guard. — This is a nice mess, Blathery. . . You’ve knocked the warden out. Blathery. — I didn’t mean to. . . . He tackled me. Second Guard. — His head must have hit the concrete. He’s out cold. First Guard. — Dr. Blint, will you see what you can do? Blint. — This is tmheard of, preposterous, ridiculous. We must go on with the electrocution. Blathery. — Dr. Blint! Let me remind you I’m the political head of this county. And let me tell you ... all of you . . . that you owe your jobs to me . . . and that if a single one of you don’t do what I order, you won’t have jobs tomorrow. Kosky. — {Pointedly) If you are here to have jobs tomorrow . . . {Fade out) . . . {fade in) Direction. — Following speeches Fallow only on filter. Fallow. — It was Kosky pipin’ up. Stew, which is his first remarks in many minutes, and everybody just keeps quiet and looks at him. Then, very slow but very sure, Kosky bends over and starts unstrappin’ his leg electrodes, and not one of the guards makes the slightest move to stop him. He works as if he has all the time in the world, and finally he gets ’em off and wiggles off the hot seat and stands up like a lazy man wakin’ up in the momin! . . . Hey! Get this! Flash! Kosky just hotfooted out of the death chamber! He escaped. And he took Steve Blathery with him as hostage ! Stewart. — Great stuff ! Wait a minute. . . . Here’s Brady . . . wants to talk to you. Brady. — Hello, Fallow? This is Brady. I just spoke to Dr. Fullerton, head of the American Explosive Company. He says a man can’t explode. Fallow. — No ? Brady. — No. At least he said it never has been done before. I told him Kosky invented a new kind of deadly machine. He 18