Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

Page scan 000308 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 #:
000308
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 Pete. — Git ver hands high, redskin. We hanker tuh ask you aplenty of questions! Tonto. — Who you? Pete. — I said we’d ask questions, not answer ’em. Tonto. — Ugh. Pete. — You lookin’ fer a white friend that’s been captured ? Tonto. — You see-um him? Pete. — Mebbe we have. Are yuh or ain't yuh huntin’ him ? Tonto. — Me want um him! Pete. — That’s what we wanted tuh know! Grab him, boys! Voice 2. — Right! Tonto. — What this? Pete. — Git a rope around him! Loomis. — This’ll hold him! Pete. — Make a move, an’ we’ll drill yuh here an’ now! Now let’s git ridin’ ! Lead the redskin’s hoss fer him ! Sound. — Ad libbed git ups . . . hoofs start . . . sustain. Announcer. — Tonto, tightly lashed, was compelled to go with Pete Brogan through the woods toward the badlands and the outlaw stronghold. But as the group progressed, the Indian suddenly noted a new sign on some of the trees he passed. It was a cryptic pattern that could not have been cut there in a hurry. His face showed a trace of a grin . . . Suddenly, Tonto ducked low in the saddle, bending far over the neck of his horse Scout. At the same instant the three outlaws were dragged from the saddle and spilled to the ground. Sound. — Hoofs breaking. Pete. — (Gasp) What the . . . Loomis. — Hi . . . Voice 2. — G-g-got . . . got me! What’s happened? Pete. — Where . . . shoot . . . shoot it out . . . who roped us . . . 290