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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1939-40
dancing caterpillar. C-A-T-E-R-P-I-L-L-A-R. Caterpillar. That is all !
Sound. — Code.
Winchell. — Flash! The Federal Bureau of Investigation will neither deny nor confirm rumors that Curley, the hundredthousand-dollar caterpillar, was kidnaped. G-men are investigating closely.
Sound. — Single chime.
Announcer. — Ladies and gentlemen, we have been requested by the civic authorities to make the following announcement. Whenever you hear the song “Yes, Sir, That’s My Baby’’ will you please watch very carefully wherever you may be, for a dancing caterpillar in your vicinity. This announcement is in (fading) reference to Curley, the famous caterpillar whose recent career has . . .
Agent. — The whole country searches in vain. Nobody’s seen Curley. The police throw out a dragnet. Posses are formed. Radio stations play “Yes, Sir, That’s My Baby” at intervals throughout the day and ask all listeners to be on the lookout for a dancing caterpillar. Curley fans from all over send in money for a “Find Curley Fund.”
Spindlerift. — (Grating . . . slight echo) And I am privileged, as president of the “Find Curley Club,” to announce to the members that the “Find Curley Fund” has reached the impressive and staggering total of $12,385.14, with the entire South yet to be heard from!
Sound. — Great applause.
Spindlerift. — And I am positive that every mother’s son of you, yes, and every father’s daughter will pledge his or her heart and hand to the one main and permanent objective — that Curley may be found!
Sound. — Even greater applause.
Agent. — But nobody finds Curley. And now that he’s gone, I begin to realize how much I love that bug. I begin to under¬ stand why it was Stinky couldn’t bear to sell him to me, way back in those happy days. I can’t bear thinking of willow leaves. I find myself hating all birds and looking suspiciously at cats. And I take to drinking.
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