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BEST BROADCAST S OF 1938-39
Here the land is poor and tired. And so are the people. Here, for two decades, have existed a social and economic problem, an agricultural and a racial problem.
And here, in the midst of the depression no one dared call a panic. Nature played a grim joke. Nature smiled on the poor South and gave her a bumper cotton crop. Again the embarrassment of riches, again the confusion of plenty.
Voice. — And again the government acted.
Second Voice. — Buy up aU the surplus cotton in the South. Stabilize the price. Don’t let the price of cotton drop.
Third Voice. — But what will the government do with all this cotton ?
Fourth Voice. — Put the relief workers to work making mattresses and quilts, which can be distributed to the unemployed.
Narrator. — So the government was forced out of mattress making, but the cotton was used for the manufactiue of quilts.
Music. — Bridge.
Boy. — Well, I’m goin’, ma.
Mother. — You’re going? Where?
Boy. — I dimno, ma. Maybe I’ll head out West. . . . Maybe I can get a job out there. . . .
Mother. — Bobbie, please don’t leave.
Boy. — ^Listen, ma, I ain’t doin’ you any good here. A high school diploma doesn’t help you get jobs when there aren’t any.
Mother. — Yes, Bobbie, but maybe things will be different soon.
Boy. — Don’t look much like it . . . dad on relief, and you and him without enough to eat half the time. I got a lot of stomach to fill, ma ... so I’ll go find me a job somewhere.
Mother. — Oh, Bobbie . . . you’re all I have. . . .
Boy. — Now, ma, don’t start that again. ... I’ll keep in touch with you ... if I get to California, I’ll send you a picture postcard of Hollywood Boulevard . . . California. . . . I’ll bet it’s warm there. . . .
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