Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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NEW HORIZONS Mrs. Fahnestock. — I think I remember that particular place, and it certainly presents a beautiful picture, Dr. Miner . . . almost like a stage setting. Miner. — Right, Mrs. Fahnestock. And suddenly four actors who were not in the cast made their entrance on that stage. Four large sharks came in from the left and began to edge toward me. Andrews. — And you were standing at the bottom of the horseshoe. . . . Seems to me those sharks had you trapped. Miner. — That’s what it looked like to me. Dr. Andrews. I waited for them to leave, but they didn’t. Andrews. — And you couldn’t get out. Lyon. — I should think you were petrified. Miner. — Yes ... I began to get a little nervous. Mrs. Fahnestock. — But why didn’t you go up, Dr. Miner? Miner. — I thought of that. But then it occurred to me that if I started to climb up the ladder I would sway back and forth like bait on a line. . . . Andrews. — {Laughing) And you didn’t want to look like a piece of shark bait. . . . Miner. — No, indeed. Meanwhile, the sharks were edging closer, so I decided to do what the natives do . . . namely . . . shoo them off. Lyon. — And how did you do that ? Miner. — Well, Miss Lyon, I plunged toward the four sharks and at the same time waved my arms in a threatening manner . . . and lo and behold . . . the trick worked ! The four sharks turned about quickly and swam out of sight. Andrews. — I should mark that down as a very thrilling experience, Dr. Miner. But . . . suppose you tell us just how you conduct your diving operations. Lyon. — Yes, how does it feel to go exploring on the bottom of the sea? Miner. — Well ... to start with, you get all wet. 309