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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1939-40
men spit as she passes by, and the children are dragged indoors by their mothers, in case she should frighten them into a fever.
Sound. — Wind.
Woman. — Once this valley was full of voices, effort and action, engines and men. For where a vein pointed promising the golden metal went miners like moles after, hewing into the hill their hopeful way. They sank a shaft from the surface of the earth, they drove through darkness, drifts with a purpose ; in somber stopes they scooped out ore, gold-speckled quartz, with their quick hammers. They managed much, those many miners. But father was foremost, first of them all with drill and dynamite and daring hands at deeds deep down where no daylight was, and equally noble was no man living; father moved like a river, riding the world. {Pause)
When father spoke the monsters grew mild in the sea, and the roses opened and the eagle hung spellbound over the spellbound lamb. When he smiled it was the shining spaces of summer, but when he frowned it was ages of ice, his anger ended the earth. Oh, but he is ended, ended his life, lost, away, a no one, a nothing, as if he never were, his body broken by a blast in the earth. He was drunk, they lied, the low and evil; he was killed by his lack of care, the mineowners wrote; and their mean hearts were glad he was a ghost, for his greatness galled them. He was a stag among sheep, a star among tapers, alone with fools in a foul field.
Sound. — Goose off.
Woman. — Na-na. There you are, you slut. Come here at once. All right. Stay there if you want. Go on, stare at yourself in the water and starve. I don’t mind. Nor will the foxes, I’m sure. You’ll find them most flattering. Na-na. Come here at once. Wait till I find a stone. {She throws ) You little fool, I’ll bash your head in.
Sound. — Stone striking in water . . . off.
Woman. — That frightened you, didn’t it? A bit too close to be quite comfortable, eh? A narrow escape, from — well — from it, the nasty thing that’s always just round the comer but a lady doesn’t mention in public. You’re quite right. One shouldn’t speak of such things. Let’s think of something nice like food. Come along, Nana, it’s suppertime, time for greedy
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