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 #:
000305
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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THE LONE RANGER Snead. — He figgered we didn’t see him, but I did. He blazed a trail. Pete. — He what ? Snead. — That’s right. ( Chuckles ) Thought you was puttin’ one over on me, didn’t yuh, stranger? {Pause) All right then, don’t answer ! But yuh see now that Pete Brogan don’t have no fools workin’ fer him! Pete. — Take him on tuh the headquarters, gents. Me an’ Loomis an’ Driscoll will go on an’ ride the back trail, watchin’ out fer the friend o’ his. Snead. — Right. You c’n follow it easy enough. You’ll see the marks he put on the trees we rid past. Pete. — Good enough. Come on, boys. G’lang thar! Voice. — Git up. Loomis. — Git. Sound. — Hoofs start . . . fade out. Ranger.— Snead, you’re pretty observing, aren’t you? Snead. — {Laughs) That’s the time yuh got fooled. Ranger. — So you thought I was blazing a trail, eh ? Snead. — If yuh wasn’t, what was yuh doin’ ? Voice. — Nemmine the talk. Let’s git back tuh the hide-out. Snead. — Now git ridin’, stranger! Ranger. — And leave Brogan to capture my friend ? Snead. — Reckon you an’ yore pal will die about the same time. Now git! Ranger. — Not yet! Hi, Silver! Sound. — Hoofs clatter. Snead. — Hey . . . Voice. — Look out! Ranger. — At them, boy! Sound. — Shrill whinny . . . clattering of hoofs. 287