Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

Page scan 000556 from Best broadcasts of 1938-39

Record Details:

Title:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Date:
1939
Publisher:
New York : Whittlesey House
Volume:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Leaf #:
000556
Language:
English
Collection:
Books and Broadcasting & Recorded Sound
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
May 30, 2024
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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Sick Woman. — They came when I was young once: I remember them. We smelled the smoke that morning in the alders. . . , They had their tents by the stream in the water meadow. . . . I’d never eat the sausages. . . . I was the dainty one: I used to rinse my things in seven waters . . . Well water: brook water: rain. . . . I dried them on the gravel by the river. Even at night late they would smell of the sun on them. . . . I ate the water cress to make my mouth sweet. They had blue capes on their coats with scarlet linings. They spoke together in another tongue: They were slow and soft in their speech with laughter and looking. . . . Evenings come home across the evening: Seeing the constellations of the stars: They gave us milk to drink from jars of metal. You sit in the dark and drink: you don’t say anything. Second Boy. — They kill the children when they come. I’ve read it. Sick Woman. — Not “It’s a pleasant night.” Not even “Thank you.” They seem to want you not to speak or move: They seem to want you quiet like the heifers: You sit in the dark and rest: you don’t say anything. . . . You don’t say “Thank you” even . . . not “Good night.” Second Boy. — I’ve heard they kill the children, mother: I’ve heard it. I’ve heard at night in sleep they kill the children. Sound. — Single plane fades in . . . barely audible. 532