Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

Page scan 000312 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 #:
000312
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 Sheriff. — That’s right, an’ I’m quittin’ Smith’s Corner’s right now. Ranger. — Quitting ! That’s not your job ! Your job is to make this town a fit one to live in ! Caleb. — All right, what’s tuh be done? Maybe you’ll ride up tuh Brogan’s fort — intuh the teeth of rifles an’ cannon — an’ clean them killers out ! Ranger.— Is there anyone here will ride with me ? Voice. — Not me! Ma. — I will, by ginger. As old as I am, I’ll ride with yuh. Sheriff. — I’ll go, stranger . . . Caleb. — Well, I won’t. Ad lib. — Not me. It’s certain death ! They aint a chance of bearin’ ’em! Ranger. — Two people! One of them an old lady! Your town isn’t fit to be saved ! But there are other towns to consider ! Come on, boy! Sound. — Hoofs clatter. Sheriff. — Where yuh goin’ ? Ranger. — Hi yo, Silver . . . Sheriff. — Hey . . . Ranger. — Away-y-y-y. Sound. — Hoofs start . . . sustain. Music. — Theme of gallop, faint. Announcer. — Wheeling the white stallion, the Lone Ranger raced away from town and headed back for his camp where Tonto waited to learn if the rumor was right . . . The masked mystery rider came to a rearing halt . . . Sound. — Hoofs clattering to halt. Ranger. — Back to the original plan, Tonto! Those folks are helpless! They’ll be taught a lesson! To the saddle! Tonto. — Me ready ! 294