Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

Page scan 000512 from Best broadcasts of 1938-39

Record Details:

Title:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Date:
1939
Publisher:
New York : Whittlesey House
Volume:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Leaf #:
000512
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 Betsy. — I’ll go see how she is. Sophia. — Wait, Betsy. Here come the others. There’s Mrs. Jamison cornin’ out of the wagon! Jared. — Mrs. Jamison! Mrs. Jamison! How’s my wife? Mrs. Jamison. — {Hesitantly) The . . . the baby’s fine. A . . . a fine boy ! Jared. — How’s Emily! Tell me . . . how’s Emily! {Pause) What’s the matter? . . . What ye all turnin’ yer heads away fer? {With a scream) No! No! WooDBRiDGE. — Stiddy, Jared . . . stiddy! Sophia. — Let him cry. It takes a real man to cry. Mrs. Jamison. — ^We ... we did all we could, Jared. Jared. — {Low . . . wearily) Mebbe it was jest as well. Sophia. — Jared! Jared. — Well, mebbe it was! What are we! Jest squatters! WoODBRIDGE. StOp, SOn! Jared. — The better she is dead. Havin’ to live like this . . . like we was beggars! Ain’t we willin’ t’ make homes out there, t’ buy land, t’ bring our families . . . our wives . . . our {he breaks) . . . Emily . . . Emily. . . . Sophia. — AU of ye . . . kneel. . . . {Pause) Dear God, you have taken from our midst a young girl we all loved, Emily, wife of young Jared. Thy will be done. . . . Mrs. Jamison. — {Low) The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. . . . Sophia. — But we thank you, dear God, for a fine boy child this night. {Distant faint cry of a baby) Watch over him. Watch over Jared, his father, and give him strength to start a new life. Some folks have the wherewithal to live comfortably all the days of their lives. Others like us ain’t got a Continental. We pray to you to bring us into green pastures. Let your divine light shine down on us so that we kin be brave to face whatever hardships we got to. Make us spunky and wise so that our children’s children kin be proud of what we’re doin’. . . . Amen! 488