Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

Record Details:

Title:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Date:
1939
Publisher:
New York : Whittlesey House
Volume:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Leaf #:
000330
Language:
English
Collection:
Books and Broadcasting & Recorded Sound
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 21, 2024
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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Mrs. Fahnestock. — Oh, yes ... we had a brand new Diesel engine. We started it when the wind died down. For a few hours it ran like a watch, and we rushed through the water at fine speed. Then the engine began to throw oil, and finally it gave a queer snapping sound and stopped dead. Lyon. — My . . . right in mid-ocean ! Mrs. Fahnestock. — Yes . . . and the ocean was as smooth as a mirror . . . not a ripple on it anywhere. Oiir sails were useless in a case like that. Otu motor wouldn’t tick. There was only one thing to do . . . and that was to sit down and wait. Lyon. — But weren’t you worried, Mrs. Fahnestock ? Mrs. Fahnestock. — No. . . . There wasn’t anything to be worried about. It was just a case of watchful waiting for the wind. Andrews. — But the heat . . . you must have been very uncomfortable . Mrs. Fahnestock. — Yes, Dr. Andrews, . . . the days were unbearable. The sun shone from six to six . . . twelve solid hours of blazing sim and never a cloud in the sky. . . . Day after day for seven solid days. . . . Miner. — I’ve heard about ships and sailors being becalmed at sea by doldrums for so long that they ran out of water. Mrs. Fahnestock. — True, Dr. Miner, but nothing like that happened to us. We had plenty of water. It was nice and warm too ... 85 degrees . . . and the water in the ocean was 85 degrees. Lyon. — You could have taken a nice warm bath! Mrs. Fahnestock. — Oh, we doused ourselves with sea water, but we didn’t go swimming. Andrews. — Too many sharks, I presume. Mrs. Fahnestock. — Exactly. They were cruising all around us. . . . The only ripples on the sea were caused by their fins cutting through the water. Miner. — But time must have been hanging heavily on your hands, Mrs. Fahnestock. 306