Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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THE LONE RANGER Voice. — Let him have a couple. Caleb. — That’s Pete Brogan! Sheriff. — Stand where . . . (gasp) Caleb. — Sheriff ! Sheriff . . . Sound. — Stampede up .. . sustain. Announcer. — Hard-riding two-gun men intentionally stampeded the herd of cattle, throwing fast shots toward where the sheriff and Caleb West stood in surprise. Both men sprawled on the ground while the frightened cattle thundered through the heart of Smith’s Corners . . . Sound. — Cattle stampede up .. . shouts ad libbed . . . “ Stam¬ pede! . . . Git tuh cover! . . . It’s a stampede! . . . Look out . . . Shoot anyone that shows! Cover the boys in the bank there.” Announcer. — Guns roared whenever a townsman showed him¬ self. The people working in the bank were suddenly surprised by men who dashed through the door . . . Loomis. — Don’t leave no one tuh know who we are ! Clean ’em up ! Sound. — Guns blast . . . shouts of “Wait!” “ Don't shoot.” Loomis. — That's the stuff! Now clean out the bank. Sound. — Ad libbing voices . . . “ Make sure we don't overlook no cash . . . Pete ain’t in favor o’ slipshod work . . . Fill them sacks, and don't talk so much.” Announcer. — ( Over the ad lib ) While grim-faced men looted the bank, others of the same powerful gang rushed old Ma Healy in the express office. Ma. — (Yell) What’s this mean? Git outen here, yuh . . . Sound. — Shot. Ma. — Gasp. Voice. — Okay, boys, take that Wells Fargo cash an’ the bullion from Goold Curry an’ make it fast! Pete cain’t keep that stampede goin’ all day! Sound. — Stampede fade in again. 281