Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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AIR RAID The pass above the border is to eastward in those mountains. Our men are on a roof above the houses of the town. Sound. — Fades . . . pause. Announcer. — Strange and curious times these times we live in : Sound. — Out. Announcer. — You watch from kitchens for the bloody signs: You watch for breaking war above the washing on the lines. In the old days they watched along the borders : They called their warfare in the old days wars And fought with men, and men who fought were killed. We call it peace and kill the women and the children. Our women die in peace beneath the lintels of their doors. We have learned much: civilization has gentled us: We have learned to take the dying and the wounds without the wars. . . . Stand by, please: we take you through now: Sound. — Transmission tone and static cut in and established for I s seconds . . . becoming increasingly louder and fuller under following. Announcer. — We take you now across the traveler’s sea. Across the trawler’s coast . . . The parson’s orchard. . . . Across the merchant’s villa with the vine above the porch . . . Across the laborer’s city with the flames above the forges . . . Across the drover’s plain , . . the planter’s valley . . . The poplar trees in alleys are the roads. The linden trees in couples are the doors. The willows are the wandering water flowing. The pines in double lines are where the north wind burns the orchards. 525