Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

Record Details:

Title:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Date:
1939
Publisher:
New York : Whittlesey House
Volume:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Leaf #:
000584
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:
March 21, 2024
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BEST BROADCASTS OP 1938-39 Woman i. — And girls with feet light as air, dancing, sang happy songs. The houses blazed with light through the dark splendor, and sleep was not. Music. — lambic heat music ends. Girl. — {A dancer) I was among the dancers I was singing to the maiden of Zeus, the goddess of the hills. A shout rang out in the town, a cry of blood through the houses. And a frightened child caught his mother’s skirt And hid himself in her cloak. Then War came forth from his hiding place. Athena, the virgin, devised it. Around the altars they slaughtered us Within on their beds lay headless men, young men cut down in their prime. This was the triumph crown of Greece. We shall bear children for her to rear, grief and shame to our coimtry. Sound. — Chariot approaches and stops. Mantle. — A chariot approaches, loaded with spoils. In it sits Andromache, widow of Hector. . . . She is holding her son Astyanax in her arms. Music. — Somber, emotional music background. Woman 3. — ^Look, Hecuba, it is Andromache. See, in the Greek car yonder. Her breast heaves with her sobs, and yet the baby sleeps there, dear Astyanax, the son of Hector. Woman 8. — Most sorrowful of women, where do you go? Beside you the bronze armor that was Hector’s, the spoil of the Greek spear, stripped from the dead. Will Achilles’ son use it to deck his temples ? Andromache. — I go where my Greek masters take me. Hecuba. — Oh, our sorrow . . . our sorrow.