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 #:
000508
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:
May 30, 2024
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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Voice. — The fall of 1788. A year later. In the small farmhouse of Obediah Weeks in Danford, three people listen to a letter being read by Obediah’s wife, Martha. Aroimd the table sit Aunt Sophie and Jared and Jared’s young wife, Emily. Martha reads on. Martha. — {Reading) . . . “Jineral Putnam won’t let wimmin be out here yit . . . and even if they could come, I won’t be hevin’ ye come to this Godforsaken spot, Marthy. Onct the Injuns attacked us, but we chased them. There be 90 of us here now. We call the town Marietta. I got four men a-workin’ on pertaters and com, and the soil be real fine fer plantin’. I’m glad, Marthy, ye kin hold yer head above water and make the farm go so good, now that the Widder Stone is partners. Give a big kiss to Aunt Sophy. I j Sophia. — Shucks ! Martha. — {Reading) . . . “And tell Emily, that young bride of Jared, I wish I could meet her. Tell my brother, Jared, I’m happy he’s still workin’ in the mill. God bless ye and keep ye. Your loving husband, Obediah Weeks.’’ {Snifs) I wish I could go out to him. Aunt Sophia. Sophia. — Land sakes, look at Jared! What a funny look in yer face! Jared. — I’m jest a-thinkin’. Martha. — Wish I could help Obediah out there. Jared. — No, yer place is here, Marthy, taking care of the farm. Yer husband will be coming back some day, and ye’ll have a fine farm fer ’im. {Pause) You wimmin will have lots t’do . . . when I’m gone. Martha. — You go? Sophia. — Go where! Emily. — Jared . . . what do you mean ? Jared. — I s’pect I’m . . . kind o’ restless. . . . Sophia. — I’ll put a cat-o’-nine-tails to yer, Jared Weeks, as old as ye be, if you don’t speak up ! Jared. — The . . . the mill closed down today. 484