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 #:
000300
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 Music. — Cover . . . excitement . . . then change to . . . soft. Announcer. — Smith’s Corners mourned that night. The ruthless attack of Pete Brogan’s gang and their wanton gunplay left no less than a dozen people dead and many more wounded. The one doctor in town worked as fast as he could, but he couldn’t begin to attend to all the injuries. An Indian, a stranger to everyone in town, appeared quite unexpectedly, and his skill in dressing gunshot wounds impressed even the stern sheriff. Sound. — Water as wound is bathed. Sheriff. — That’ll do, Tonto. I c’n bandage that my own self. Tonto. — Ugh! Sound. — Rap on door. Sheriff. — Who’s callin’ on you, Caleb? Caleb. — ( Call out) Who’s thar? Ma. — ( Outside ) It’s me, Ma Healy. Is the sheriff in there, Caleb ? Caleb. — Come on in, ma! Sound. — Door opens. Ma. — Sakes alive, it’s a wonder you wouldn’t stay around the scenes of . . . Why, sheriff . . . whar’d you git that wound ? Sheriff. — Evenin’, ma. Caleb. — He took a bullet, when the “Brogan outfit” first hit town. Ma. — An’ run intuh town tuh git thar right after things had happened ? Sheriff. — Why not? Ma. — An’ worked all this time with a slug in yer hide? Why, dad-rat you, yuh need someone tuh see that sech blame foolishness don’t kill yuh! Sheriff. — I didn’t have time tuh git patched up then. But how’re you ? Ma. — Fit as a fiddle! 282