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NEW HORIZONS
spent a whole year exploring the South Seas with her two sons, Bruce and Sheridan Fahnestock, aboard a sturdy little 65-foot schooner. . . . That must have been an exciting adventure, Mrs. Fahnestock.
Mrs. Mary Sheridan Fahnestock. — Of course it was. Dr. Andrews. Here I am . . . old enough to be a grandmother. ... As a matter of fact, I am a grandmother . . . and yet I ran away to sea at the age of fifty. But of course . . . my adventures in the South Seas were nothing compared to those of Dr. Miner.
Dr. Roy W. Miner. — Well, I don’t know about that, Mrs. Fahnestock. From what I hear, you had some rather interesting experiences.
Andrews. — Yes . . . and we are all looking forward to hearing about them. But before we go on, let me present Dr. Roy W. Miner, who is also with us today. As an explorer. Dr. Miner is in a class by himself, for during the past 25 years he has gone to the bottom of the sea in quest of new horizons for science, including the pearl lagoons in the South Sea Islands. . . . Another member of our party is Miss Helen Lyon, a frequent shipmate on our radio journeys for New Horizons. . . . And now that everything is shipshape and Bristol fashion, let us set our course for the Island of Tongareva, famous throughout the world for its pearl fisheries. . . . Full speed ahead!
Sound. — Ringing of engine telegraph, followed by three sharp blasts on whistle. Bring up engines to full volume and fade out.
Miss Helen Lyon. — {On cue) I hope we have smooth sailing, Mrs. Fahnestock, and that we don’t run into any storms.
Mrs. Fahnestock. — Oh, there are worse things than storms on the Pacific, Miss Lyon. When we were on our way to Tongareva, we ran into doldrums.
Andrews. — You mean dead calm weather, with not a breeze stirring ?
Mrs. Fahnestock. — That’s right. Dr. Andrews. , . . For seven solid days there wasn’t enough wind to make a candle flicker.
Andrews. — But didn’t you have an engine . . . some sort of a motor aboard the ship ?
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