Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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In the Fog tLSUULSUlJLaJLSLSLSLSLSLSLSL&JLSlSLSLSL^^ Music. — Down behind narration. Narrator. — It is a dense, foggy night somewhere in Pennsyl¬ vania. An automobile feels its way slowly over the misty hills. Suddenly, a blur of swaying light swims before the driver’s straining eyes. Dimly, the figures of two men materialize out of the darkness. Each carries a rifle under his arm. One wears a canteen slung over his shoulder. The other wears a tattered jacket that looks as if it once belonged to some kind of uniform. The men set themselves squarely in the path of the oncoming automobile; one lifts his lantern, while the other levels his rifle menacingly at the man behind the wheel. Music. — Out. Sound. — Drone of automobile at low speed. Eben. — {Off . . . strangely) Stop! In the name of mercy, stop Zeke. — Stop, or we’ll shoot! Sound. — Grind of brakes . . . engine idles. Doctor. — {More angry than afraid) What — what do you men want? Zeke. — {Coming on) You don’t have to be afraid, mister. Eben. — We don’t aim to hurt you. Doctor. — {Indignantly) That’s very reassuring! I’d like to know what you mean by stopping me this way ! Zeke. — What’s yer trade, mister? Doctor. — I — I'm a doctor. Why ? Zeke. — A doctor, hey? Eben. — Then you’re the man we want. Zeke. — He’ll do proper, I’m thinkin’. 24