Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

Page scan 000516 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 #:
000516
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 St. Clair. — Good-by and good luck. You say your home is Danford ? Obediah. — Yes, sir. St. Clair. — I shall recommend while you are gone that the government give you land here in Marietta for you and your family. Would you like that? Obediah. — I’ve come to feel like this was my home. My wife, Marthy, wotdd like it, too. St. Clair. — By next year women can come out. You’ll hear from me. Obediah. — Thank you, governor. St. Clair. — And warn your brother. Obediah. — Yes, sir. . . . Good-by. . . . Sound. — Door opens . . . closes. Music. — Up and out. Voice. — Two weeks later in the sunlit cabin of Jared Weeks. On the earth floor sit a group of settlers. Jared and Obediah stand by a crude table. Men. — {Ad libbing, discussing . . . low . . .) Tared. — Ye men heerd my brother Obediah’s words. What ye think? Man. — Congress won’t listen to us ! Second Man. — What you propose to do is foolishness ! Sound. — Baby crying. Sophia. — Yes, baby. . . . Yes . . . yes. . . . Jared. — What do you say, Nate Woodbridge? WooDBRiDGE. — I think Obediah’s right when he says we ought to petition Congress to change the land law. Jared. — I s’pect so. Let’s write it out, and when you git to Philadelphia, Obediah, you kin give it to the postmaster. He’ll send it to Congress. Sophia. — Here’s fresh ink I jest made. Got the quill ? 492