Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Men. — {All cry agreement) Jared. — Good! We’ll start with the wagons next week! Obediah. — 1’U be starting off for Danford now, Jared. Jared. — Wait a day more. Obediah. — The horse is saddled. . . . Nate, get my horse fer me, please. Sophia. — Give our love to the folks in Danford. Tell ’em we wish them well. Obediah. — Give me the petition. I’U put it in my knapsack. . . . There. . . . Well, Jared . . . Jared. — You’ll be getting ground from Governor St. Clair. Ye’U be a real Ohio farmer in Marietta. Obediah. — Ye kin live with us in Marietta. Jared. — No, thanks. Obediah. — Then good-by, Jared. Jared. — Good-by, Obediah. Obediah. — Good-by, baby. . . . He looks kind o’ like . . . Emily. Jared. — Yes. Obediah. — Here’s a kiss. Aunt Sophia. Sophia. — {Tearfully) Good-by, Obediah! Bless you and Marthy! Sound. — Ojff horse. Woodbridge. — Here’s your horse, Obediah! Up with you! Obediah. — Quiet, Flossy, quiet! We got a long way to go. . . . There! Good-by, all of you! Voices. — {Ad lib good-bys) Obediah. — Giddap ! Sound. — Horse galloping away . . . pause. Jared. — (As sound grows faint) Funny . . . how the land kin change the lives of folks ... all of us likin’ this Northwest . . . Squire McCrae scheming to git it ter speculate . . . 496