Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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FOR RICHER— FOR RICHER Susan. — Listen. He’s here! ( She fades slightly . . . calls in a hoarse whisper ) I’m all ready. Be right down. ( Whispering ) Oh, Peggy. I’m so excited. Where’s my bag? Peggy. — How are you going to get down from the window? Float ? Susan. — Oh, no. There’s a ladder. I put it there myself. Chris said that would save him trouble. Peggy. — Hm. Apparently Chris thinks of everything. Susan. — Everything. Well, good-by, darling. Wish me luck. Peggy. — ( Then . . . a new idea) Susan, wait. If you must do this mad thing, at least be sensible about it. Take a warm coat. It’s awfully bad form to catch pneumonia on your honeymoon. Susan. — Maybe you’re right. My fur coat . . . Peggy. — It’s here in your closet. ( Sound . . . door opens ) Better get it. Susan. — {Fading slightly) Yes, I’ll . . . Sound. — Door slams . . . key turns. Susan. — Cries out ad lib from behind door , “ Let me out of here. What are you going to do ?” etc., etc., etc. Chris. — Whistles again in the distance. Peggy. — ( Calling ) I’m coming. {Then to herself) Elope with my kid sister, will you, you son of Henry Morgan. I’ll show you. Music and Sound. — Starting with above speech . . . clambering over window sill . . . special effect of descending ladder over above . . . footsteps on gravel . . . fade in sound of idling motor. Chris. — Hello. Peggy. — Hello. Chris. — No bag? Peggy. — No bag? Oh, no. No bag. Chris. — Then get in the car. Peggy. — {Taken aback) Get in? 47