Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 St. Clair. — You intend to settle here now? Squire. — Oh, no. I am not suited to pioneer life. St. Clair. — {Coldly) I see. McCrae. — I came to congratulate you on the astounding way in which you and General Putnam have turned a wilderness into a paradise of . . . St. Clair. — {Curtly) Come, come. Squire, surely a log fortress and a row of houses does not constitute a paradise ? McCrae. — A figure of speech. St. Clair. — 111 chosen, eh, Obediah? I trust you found your land thriving? Obediah has done well. He has cleared 200 acres, leveled much of the ground; plowed it; built cabins. Why, one might have thought that your property was Obediah’s. McCrae. — Yes . . . ah . . . Obediah is leaving today. St. Clair. — What ! But why ? Squire. — His work is done. The Deacon Halssop will have his men come out here and . . . St. Clair. — Deacon . . . ? McCrae. — A friend of mine. He is buying the property on my return to Massachusetts. St. Clair. — And will he come out here to settle ? McCrae. — The Deacon? Heavens, no! He has his dry goods emporium to watch over in Boston. St. Clair. — Then he . . . like yourself . . . buys for spectdation ! McCrae. — The Deacon knows that my property will be worth five times as much within a few years. As it is, I make a neat profit. The only reason I sell is because I have bought so much land that I wish to be freed of some of it. . . . You frown, governor? St. Clair. — {Coldly) I do not like the Deacon, sir, and, what is more, I do not like others of his ilk. Good day. Squire. {Pause) Squire. — Good day. Come, Obediah. 490