Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Perfect precision of timing, Perfect mechanical certainty. First Woman. — Show it our skirts! Second Woman. — Show it out shawls ! Third Woman. — All of us: into the street, all of us! Announcer. — They turn like stones on a string: They swing like steel in a groove : They move like tools not men : You’d say there were no men: You’d say they had no will but the Will of motor on metal. . . . Sound. — The roar of the planes increases constantly. First Woman. — Show it our skirts in the street; it won’t hurt us Second Woman. — Show it our softness! Show it our weakness! Third Woman. — Show it our womanhood! Second Woman. — Into the street all of us! Sound. — The pitch of the roar rises sharply . . . vicious . . sharp. Announcer. — They swing: the wing dips: There’s the signal: the dip; they’ll Dive. They’re ready to dive: They’re steady: they’re heading down: They’re dead on the town: they’re nosing: They’re easing over: they’re over. Sound. — Plane dives. Announcer. — There they go: there they . . . Sound. — Machine gun hurst. First Woman. — (Shrieking) It’s us ... do you see . . . ? Sound. — Plane dives. Second Woman. — (Shrieking) It’s us, don’t you see us? 544 First Woman. — Into the street ! Third Woman. — All of us !