Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Interrupter. — Say, mister. Narrator. — Yes, sir? Interrupter. — What kind of a radio program is this without sound effects ? Narrator. — This is a verse brochure, sir. Interrupter. — {Puzzled) Well, what’s a verse brochure? Narrator. — Why, this is. Interrupter. — How very definite. I see I get no satisfaction. Narrator. — But you do indeed. You wish some sound effects? Let this instruct your curiosity: Sound. — In with hoofbeats. Interrupter. — Now what is this ? Narrator. — A horseman of Apocalypse. Interrupter. — But only one ? W^here are the other three ? Narrator. — This one is Conquest, and he’s riding harder than the other three right now. He has outdistanced them. Sound. — Fade under narrator. Narrator. — Now would you hear the bravest bird in all the world ? Interrupter. — How’s that again ? Narrator. — Here is a bird who talks right back to thunder: Give an ear! Sound. — Great clap of thunder. Bird box triumphant at the end of reverberation. Naricator. — Now would you hear Niagara’s cataract, roaring with 100,000 lionpower? Come in, Niagara. Sound. — Feeble stirring of water tank. Narrator. — Oh, shame! Oh, shame, Niagara trickles like three drops of rain Which have joined forces down a wandowpane! What fell anemia is this ? What drouth has been at work on you ? Alas, alas, Niagara!