Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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WE BECOME A NATION Jared. — Yes. . . . Now let’s see. . . . {To himself as he writes) Members . . . of . . . Congress. . . . {Board Jade) A petition . . . from . . . 48 . . . settlers. . . . Jared. — {Fading in) Here’s the last part! {Reading) “We assure you we don’t like to criticize you gentlemen of Congress, but there ought t’ be a land policy for rich and poor alike. We don’t like t’ be squatters, but we kin do nothin’ else. We htunbly ask that you pass a law lettin’ folks like us be able to buy small parcels o’ land so we kin hev the protections of the government agin Injuns. Some of us fought in the war fer freedom, an’ we think Congress shouldn’t be forgettin’ so quick. The council of the settlement of Emily ask that this law be passed at the next session, and we herewith sign our names.’’ . . . WeU, men, how is it? Men. — {Voices in agreement) Obediah. — That’s good, Jared. You sign yer name first. Jared. — There! . . . Now you, Nate Woodbridge. . . . Man. — There’s my name ! Second Man. — And mine . . . you next. Aunt Sophia ! Sophia. — Good. Third Man. — There’s mine ! Sound. — Horses galloping in distance. Jared. — All the councilmen signed? Good! Now let’s . . . Sound. — Door opened and slammed quickly. Sophia. — ^Land’s sake, what’s up! Fourth Man. — {Breathlessly) Folks, there be sojers comin! Men. — {Voices ad lib excitement) Jared. — Come, men, let’s welcome them out in the clearin’ ! Sound. — Door opened . . . men running out . . . galloping draws closer. Sophia. — Shucks, there’s only five of ’em ! Woodbridge. — They got guns! Sophia. — Don’t be addled ! They ain’t goin’ t’ shoot us ! 493