Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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AIR RAID Sound. — Women's chatter continues to grow louder. Announcer They keep it now: the tenement’s full of them . . . A four-story building of women: They’re filling the court with their quick talk: They caU back and forth from the windows: They laugh behind the kitchen doors : They rinse the shirts in the first real shine of the morning : They talk . . . their arms to elbows in the tubs. . . . Third Woman Whispering there on the stairs on the second landing. Sound. — Laughter. First Woman And a day’s work to do . . . a day’s washing! How can I go to the woods with a day’s washing ! Second Woman The wash will keep: the wash will keep forever. Whoever heard of a wash spoiling ? Fourth Woman He didn’t. He never spoke. Not a word. It was her that was speaking. Third Woman What did they say ? Second Woman What do you say she was saying ? First Woman. — Who did she say? Second Woman. — When did she say so ? . . . Third Woman. — . . . Look at it! Look at the cufi of his shirt! What’s he been into? Black grease! Fourth Woman. — What would you think he’d be into . . . A man like yours with an eye like his for wandering. Third Woman. — And you to talk! . . . you with that redheaded loUypop ! Hardly a day at dark but his head’s in the window: He’s wearing his elbows out on the stone sill Looking us over from one floor to the next : If it’s only the eye with him that wanders, I wonder. . . . 527