Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

Page scan 000530 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 #:
000530
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 OP 1938-39 Sound beepish just a country’s breadth away, Whereas the mildest microphonic whisperings, Like this . . . Filter Voice. — {Whispering) HELLO, ANTIPODES! Narrator. — . . . Go spinning round the globe Not once, but seven times Within the twinkling of a mouse’s eye. . . . And on its way . . . mark well the point . . . Unswerved by all four winds, Dissolving in no mists, Unfrozen by contacts with glaciers. Undrowned in any deeps, And never tangled in a jvmgle’s undergrowth. Nor can the frowning Himalayas, range on range. But even momentarily Intimidate our whispering. The Himalayas, did we say ? Why, the planet proper! Yes, the earth itself. Its ingrown mountains and its scoriae seas Still hot and smoking from Creation! A solid-enough shape to penetrate. And yet . . . Filter Voice. — Hello, Antipodes. Narrator. — . . . Thrusts through the earth as clean As would a guillotine Through cheese cake. Indeed, the ground has ears! ^ Perhaps, for all we know. This is telephony with buried listeners. If all a planet’s denseness Cannot stop our whisperings, Will then mere coffin walls? We hardly think so. We will make our microphone directional And speak to whom we please: (Calling O Beethoven!