Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 How can a woman know the world is good ? Which is the world and which is her and which is Things she’s known for sure that never happened ? She can’t tell. She can’t and be a woman. Can a cupful of well water tell you the taste of the well water ? Sound. — Plane is Jading. Young Man. — Stay with this sunlight on your shoulders: Stay with this sunlight on your hair. Music. — Singing woman sneaks in. Announcer. — We’ve lost him this time. Sound. — Plane very faint surges. Announcer. — Wait! Wait! We’ve got him! He’s doubled. He’s doubling back into sun: He’s running her east for the border. Orders from somewhere certainly! They’ve heard something or guessed it. He was west of the town when he banked: He yanked her round on a wing Like swinging a colt on a bridle : He’s east of us now in the hills. They’ve found something ... or feared it! Sound. — Siren distant . . . runs scale in parody of woman's voice . . . repeats in background. They’ve found it! Feared and found! There’s the siren : the signal : They’ve picked them up at the border. . . . First Boy. — Harry! Where are you, Harry! Where are you! Where are you! Announcer. — {Dry and quick over the siren) Ten minutes to wait. If they’re cruising a hundred and eighty it’s 534