Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Announcer. — We have seen Nothing at all. We have heard nothing. The town is very quiet and orderly. They are flushing the cobblestones with water. The sidewalks are slippery with sun ! It smells of a summer morning anywhere : It smells of seven o’clock in the morning in Any town they water dust in : Towns are all the same in summer. A man can remember the name of his own in Any city after the water carts. First Girl. — Ah, the petticoat ! Look at the petticoat, Maudie ! Look at the petticoat, will you! Isn’t it hers? Second Girl. — Who would wear it but her? But who? . . . who? Third Girl. — Who but my mother ! First Girl. — Who but her mother! Sound. — The girls' voices picked up a chanting heat which works into a kind of tuneless tune. Second Girl. — Who but her mother, and where will she wear it to? Third Girl. — Who will she show it to ? First Girl. — Where will she go in it ? Second Girl. — Where will she go in the silk of her petticoat ? Third Girl. — Who will she show the silk in her petticoat ? First Girl. — How would he know it was silk in her petticoat ? Second Girl. — How would he know . . . Third Girl. — How would he know. . . . Sound. — There is a shriek of laughter ... the chant and the words are repeated indistinguishahly under the announcer' s voice . . . they fade out to a murmur of voices. Announcer. — We have seen; nothing and heard nothing. If they left at dawn we should have heard them. It’s two hours now since dawn. 530