Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

Page scan 000306 from Best broadcasts of 1939-40

Record Details:

Title:
Best broadcasts of 1939-40
Date:
1940
Publisher:
New York : Whittlesey House
Volume:
Best broadcasts of 1939-40
Leaf #:
000306
Language:
English
Collection:
Broadcasting & Recorded Sound
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
May 02, 2025
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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1939-40 Ranger. — Down ! Voice. — ( Scream ) Hi thar . . . Sound. — Shots. Ranger. — Get ’em, boy! Announcer. — The mighty stallion leaped suddenly at the Lone Ranger’s signal and lunged against the nearest of the out¬ laws. This man, knocked off balance, was helpless as the big white horse reared and lashed down with those sharp forefeet at Snead. Snead, dodging, spilled from the saddle. The Lone Ranger leaped headlong at him, bringing his fist against the heavy jaw of the crook. Sound. — Blow. Snead. — {Moans) Announcer. — The other man was firing wildly, blindly, as he fought to maintain his saddle. The Lone Ranger sprang to his feet, as Silver kept charging the outlaw to keep him off balance. Snatching a gun from the unconscious Snead, he fired quickly . . . Sound. — Shot. Voice. — {Yells) My hand . . . my hand . . . Announcer. — Blasting the gun from the killer’s hand. Then he grabbed at the man, jerking him from his horse . . . Ranger. — I want you, too! Voice. — My hand, yuh ain’t fair! Yuh . . . Ranger. — Come of that saddle! Voice. — {Grunts) Blast yuh . . . Ranger. — {Struggling) I’m roping you first! Voice. — My hand is . . . Ranger. — Your hand’s not hurt! That bullet only struck your gun! There! That’ll keep your arms down! Voice. — Blast yuh, my pals will git yuh fir this! They’ll git yuh if it’s the last thing they ever do! Yuh cain’t git away with this! 288