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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1939-40
Pete. — Keep me in this jail an’ yuh wont have a house left standin’! You know what happened yesterday! Wal, that ain’t nothin’ tuh what our outfit’ll do when they hear I’m prisoner here! ( Murmurs of crowd ) You folks better talk it over an’ make the sheriff see things right fer yer own good!
Caleb. — (Back) Dad-rat it, sheriff. We cain’t risk bein’ wiped out.
Sheriff. — Them prisoners ain’t gittin’ loose!
Voice.— I dunno but what the sheriff is wrong, this time.
Sound. — Ad libbed murmurs increasing.
Ma. — Now don’t go agin the sheriff. Hain’t none of yuh no spunk ?
Caleb. — I got a family tuh think of.
Voice. — I cain’t afford havin’ my place burned down.
Ad-lib. — Brogan’s men’ll do jest what he says . . . They got a reg’lar army out there in the badlands ... I figger we should turn ’em loose, if they make promises to us ... I dunno. It calls fer deep thinkin’ . . . It’s ag’in all principles . . . First principle is self-preservation . . .
Sound. — Sustain ad lib.
Announcer. — The crowd that gathered outside the jail was deeply impressed by the harsh threats of the men behind the barred windows. They realized that the scant number of able-bodied men in town would be almost helpless against the well-armed Brogan outlaw band. They talked among themselves while Brogan shouted at them from time to time . . .
Pete. — Yuh better let us go right soon, or it’ll be too late!
Caleb. — (Turn) I’m fer lettin’ ’em go free!
Voice. — Me, too!
Sound. — Ad libbed shouts of agreement.
Sheriff. — Yuh cain’t do it, folks! We got five of the gang jailed, an’ we’ll git the rest !
Caleb. — Stand aside, sheriff!
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