Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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THE CLINIC Libbey. — Five dollars. Music. — Descriptive music swells in . . . hold . . . mix into duet singing popular love song to each other with orchestral accom¬ paniment , all this jar ojj-mike as if coming from a musical comedy stage . . . applause of audience as it ends . . . hold . . . mix into the roar of an airplane . . . hold . . . then drop roar under for Stella. — John, you see it ? Look ’way down there, see ? Libbey.— A boat. It’s about the size of . . . we must be going ten times as fast. Twenty times. Stella. — How long will we stay in Florida? Long, John? Libbey. — As long as we feel like. Let’s see what it’s all about first. We’ll stay as long as we feel like. Music. — Descriptive music swells in .. . hold . . . fades as sound of ocean waves sweeping on beach comes up strong . . . hold . . . then subdue behind. Stella. — I could just lay here and lay here, the sand’s so warm. Libbey. — We’ll take one more swim tomorrow before we go. Listen to the ocean. You like the sound of the ocean ? Stella. — The sun’s good for you, John. You’ve got a tan. Libbey. — Have I? So have you. Your face and your shoulders. Stella. — I don’t feel like going back. I’d like to stay here, John. Libbey. — Kiss me. Sound. — Soft kiss. Stella. — Do we have to go back, John ? Music. — Descriptive music swells in .. . hold . . . mixes with the street noises of New York City and finally fades out alto¬ gether , and we hear only the street noises . . . hold . . . then drop under voices and fade out . . . cricket-like sound of elevator captain of mike. Elevator Captain. — ( Off-mike ) Those going to the tower take the elevator to the right. Sound. — Patter of feet, voices, all behind voice of Elevator Boy. — Going up. Step back, please. 103