Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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THE CLINIC Stella. — I’m all right, John. Libbey. — Show me by smiling. See? It s not stealing. It’s nothing like stealing, Stella. He’ll get it back soon. We’ll be very happy. Stella.— The tea is still hot, John. If you’ll pour me some, and you haven’t eaten much, John. Libbey.— I’m full just thinking. I can’t eat. Stella. — You have to eat something. Libbey. — ( Silence . . . then ) What are you thinking about? About me ? And what about me ? Stella. — I’m not thinking anything at all, John. Libbey. — Do you hate me ? Stella. — I love you, John. Libbey. — Maybe afterwards you’d hate me? Stella. — If I love you now, what’s the sense of hating you later? I could ask you to change your mind, but you won’t do that ; for it’s made up, and I can’t argue things like that away. That’s all I don’t like about it, your scaring me and your thinking of what’s coming and the fact maybe it’s true. Music. — Tread of descriptive music . . . hold . . . then drop into background for this sequence. Barber. — Anything else besides the haircut ? Libbey. — A shampoo and a scalp massage and tell the boy I want a shine. And put some of that smelly stuff on my hair and whatever else you can think of. Give me whatever you can think of. Music. — Same thread of music swells in . . . then drops behind. B. P. Operator. — The manicurist will be with you in a jiffy. Stella. — ( Listlessly ) How long does this take? I’d like my hair washed and after the facial maybe a marcel. Music. — Swells in .. . then drops behind. Libbey. — Look all right, Stella ? Stella. — It fits all right. IOI