Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCAST S OP 1938-39 Leader. — Shtire, we figger to do that, sheriff, after we get us somethin’ to eat. . . . Sheriff. — Plenty to eat uptown. . . . Leader. — Yeah, but we run outa credit. . . . Sheriff. — I can’t help that. . . . Leader. — I know it, sheriff . . . but you ain’t gonna hinder us neither. . . . Sheriff. — What do you boys want. . . . Crowd. — {Murmurs several ad libs . . . something to eat”) Leader. — Sheriff, you’re standin’ plumb in front of the door of a warehouse that’s got vittles in it. ... We calculate to take them vittles home to our wives and kids. Sheriff. — It’s unlawful. Leader. — I don’t know much about the law, sheriff ... as you know it . . . but I know about another law, and that law says when you’re hungry you gotta eat. Well, my old lady’s hungry, and my kids is whimperin’ because their bellies is empty, and they can’t eat no more grass and bark. Now, I don’t know why that is. I don’t know why I can’t sell my crops or get credit at the bank. I don’t understand any of them things . . . but the boys and me know we’re hungry. . . . Crowd. — {Reaction) Voice. — Come on, Lem, stop the jawin’. . . . Let’s get them vittles. . . . Leader. — Well, sheriff, the boys is gettin’ out of hand. Some of ’em is armed. Sheriff. — It’s agin’ the law. . . . Leader. — I can’t help that, sheriff. . . . Sheriff. — You boys better go back home, and I’ll see what I can do with the charity people. . . . Voice. — The charity people . . . them rats. . . . Sound. — Shot. Leader. — Jake, I told you not to do that. . . . 456