Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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SEEMS RADIO IS HERE TO STAY Narrator You were an actor, Will. You know a play does not spring suddenly from floor boards unrehearsed Or drop full blown and edited from heaven. It must be written flrst, then cast, Directed, and produced; And when it’s done by radio It must be engineered. How else can Hamlet rant in in Honolulu As he rants right here ? This is a question for the engineers. How now! A rat! Dead, for a ducat, dead! POLONIUS O ! I am slain ! Queen O me, what hast thou done ? Hamlet Nay, I know not. Is it the king ? Queen O! what a rash and bloody deed is this ! Hamlet A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother. As kiU a king and marry with his brother. Queen As kill a king ! Hamlet Ay, lady, ’Twas my word. Leave wringing of your hands: peace ! sit you down. And let me wring your heart; for so I shall If it be made of penetrable stuff. If damned custom have not brazed it so That it is proof and btdwark against sense. Queen What have I done that thou dar’st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me ? Hamlet Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love