Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

Record Details:

Title:
Best broadcasts of 1939-40
Date:
1940
Publisher:
New York : Whittlesey House
Volume:
Best broadcasts of 1939-40
Leaf #:
000122
Language:
English
Collection:
Broadcasting & Recorded Sound
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 21, 2024
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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1939-40 Sound. — Elevator door closing . . . hum of rising elevator as it rises swiftly . . . fade-out . . . fade-in . . . stops . . . ele¬ vator door opening. Elderly Lady. — Is this still the tallest building in the world, young man ? Elevator Boy. — Yes ma’am. All out. Sound. — Voices of passengers up . . . then drop under and fade completely out. Stella. — You want to sign the book, John ? Here’s a book. Libbey. — Let’s just look around. Where? We might as well sign first. Sound. — Scratching of pen . . . hold . . . then drop under. Libbey. — John Libbey, New York City. What’s the date? Never mind, I see it, Stella. {Scratching stops) You sign. Sound. — Pen scratching behind her voice. Stella. — Mrs. John Libbey — ditto. Libbey. — It’s windy. Stella. — Button up your coat, John. Libbey. — See everything from here — I’m all right, Stella. Don’t button me. Stella. — It’s windy. Libbey. — There’s the perisphere and trylon, see ? Stella. — Over there. Libbey. — It’s sure high up. Look straight down, Stella. Stella. — They look like ants. Libbey. — Can you see where we live ? Stella. — Over there. Libbey. — Can’t see it. There’s buildings in the way. Pretty, isn’t it Stella. Big and far away. It gives me a funny feeling inside. We had a good time, didn’t we, Stella ? Stella. — Yes, John. Libbey. — It’s the prettiest scenery I ever seen.