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Jake. — Aw, I jest knocked his hat off ... to show him I ain’t lost my touch. . . .
Voices. — {Laugh)
Leader. — Well, sheriff?
Sheriff. — {Wryly) Guess you boys ain’t in a talkin’ mood. . . .
Leader. — That’s right, sheriff, so jest stand to one side. . . . Come on, boys. . . .
Crowd. — {Low roar)
Sound. — Heavy door opening.
Leader. — There y’are, boys, help yourself. . . . Flour, bacon, beans, molasses, the hull works. . . .
Crowd. — {Ad libs rise)
Music. — Tag.
Narrator. — And the shelves groaned with goods that wouldn’t move, and the warehouses burst with grain that no one could buy, and the wealthiest nation on earth suffered an embarrassment of riches which no one could explain.
Second Narrator. — Men fear what they do not understand. That inexplicable year of 1932, fear gripped America.
Third Voice. — People who could afford it stocked their larders with staples and tinned foods.
Fourth Voice. — People who had any money changed it into gold and hid it.
Fifth Voice. — And people talked openly of revolution. . . .
Voice. — The people in the upper income brackets.
Narrator. — The unemployed, the dispossessed, the hopeless talked of jobs, of work, of food and colonized the dumps and unsanitary vacant lots on the outskirts of the great cities . . . too dazed to think of revolution, too busy building communities of shanties which they grimly called “ Hooverville.”
Music.
Voice. — The richest land on earth.
Music.
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