Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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The Dark Valley <LiLOJLtLgJ?J}-PJ?-QJUULiLOJLOJLOJLOJLlLiULOJLOJULiLiLilJLOJLSLS-S-g Announcer. — The Columbia Workshop presents “The Dark Valley,” an original radio play by W. H. Auden, starring the celebrated English actress Dame May Whitty. May Whitty, who carries the entire burden of the dramatic action, Dame Commander of the Order of the British Empire, was so honored for her services in the first World War. After nearly 60 years in the English theatre, Dame May began a screen career and gained a niche in the American public’s favor by an unforgettable performance in “Night Must Fall.” At present, she is playing the nurse in the Laurence Olivier-Vivien Leigh production of “Romeo and Juliet.” And now we take you to the “ Dark Valley.” Music. — Halting and eerie. Sound. — A goose honks in the distance. Music. — Up and down. Sound. — Goose honks again. Music. — Up and down. Woman. — ( Calling ) Na-na. Na-na! Sound. — Goose honks. Music. — Out. Sound. — Feet breaking twigs as the old woman walks. Woman. — Na-na. Na-na. The ungrateful creature. If I turn my back for a moment she takes off somewhere. She does it on purpose. Just because I’m old and can’t catch her by running. She revels in it. Oh, I know very well why she waddles away. She’s ashamed to be looked after by an old hag, a poor old woman alone in the mountains, with not a neighbor near to help her, someone whom the women whisper about in the village and the dogs growl at if she goes near them, and the 33