Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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SEEMS RADIO IS HERE TO STAY Narrator Poor Hamlet, he has never been so interrupted. He is making such a scene behind our engineers It seems a pity to obtrude. Obtrude ? Why, come to think of it, our Mr. Hastings has more venom at his finger tips Than the assassin Laertes upon his sword. The turning of a dial can efface our Hamlet quicker Than a most incisive foil. Stand by to hear a Dane evaporate. {Hamlet is faded) To give the world assurance of a man. This was your husband: look you now what follows. Here is your husband; like a mildew’d ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed. And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it’s humble. And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have. Else could you not have motion: but, sure, that sense Is apoplex’d ; for madness would not err; Nor sense to ecstasy was ne’er so thrall’d But it reserved some quantity of choice, To serve in such a difierence. Narrator. — Go, rest now, Hamlet. You’ve been around the world and back And in a million homes And in the tomb of him who gave you utterance. We’ve faded you and been discourteous, and that’s enough. So thanks; so long; good-by; We meet again some day In some such pleasant studio as this. A little music, please For a departing royal gentleman. Music. — ^‘Hamlet” flourish. 513