Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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AIR RAID Sound. — Siren at crescendo. Announcer Probably bringing the lot of them. Strike at a hinge you must kill. You strike in sleep at a king When you strike by trick at a people. The treacherous wars must be quick Or the victims live for the victory. Ten minutes : if less, More : if more, less. Ten we’d guess if we had to. Depends how old they bring them. The slow ones hobble the fast. First Woman That’s enough ! Second Woman That’s enough of it ! Third Woman Stop it ! Stop it for heaven’s sake! Fourth Woman It’s stopping! It’s stopping! Sound. — Siren dies rapidly away , , . voices of the women have been rising under it. First Woman. — Thank God that’s over. Second Woman. — Fit to deafen a woman. Third Woman. — Fit to deafen the cattle for twenty miles. And what for? For a war. To say there’s another. Fourth Woman. — What’s a war to us. . . . There’s always another. First Woman. — All that noise to tell us there’s a war. Second Woman. — Schoolboys banging the bells and blowing the bugles. Announcer {Women’s voices under) Eight minutes more: Town quiet: waiting: Third Woman They’re worse than schoolboys . . . much worse. Fourth Woman Noisier, too! 535