Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Those are the mountains where no meadow is squared nor a Stream straight: nor a road: nor water quiet. The town is in those mountains : you are there ! Sound. — Cuts sharply on first word of announcer . . . Jades out to meet next sound cue. Announcer. — {Filter 500-4,000 ... in isolation booth) You are twenty-eight miles from the eastern border. You are up on top of a town on a kind of tenement: You are out the other side the night. . . . The sun dazzles you: not the light bulb. You are staring out to eastward toward the sun. Sound. — Blends imperceptibly into sounds of waking town. Dogs bark . . . horse and cart clatter over cobbles . . . women laugh and chatter. Announcer {Continues after slight pause) We have seen nothing and heard nothing : Before dawn we thought we heard them : It was the wind we heard in the valley cedars. Sounds rise to this roof . . . Hoofs of stabled horses : leaves : Even the speaking of sleepers rises. Many sleep in the one house here: They work in the fields : sleep in the village : The men go out at dawn ; return To evening burning from the chimneys : The women keep the town between. 526 Sound. — Laughter. First Girl Maudie! Maudie! Second Girl Where’s the milk, Maudie ? Third Girl She’s asleep ! She’s always asleep. First Girl She’s dreaming of raspberries. What was she doing at dusk in the raspberries ! Ask her! Sound. — Laughter. Old Woman And the country trees and the sun handling them easily. Sound. — Laughter. Third Woman You don’t tell me! Fourth Woman Don’t I, though ! I heard them. I heard them vsdth my own ears. I can hear!