The Big Broadcast of 1938 Page #3

Stand clear. Keep

your eye on the ball.

A ringer! A ringer.

Stand clear!

A weed-bound ball.

Stand clear, boys. We

gotta catch that skiff.

Stand clear!

C'mon, Seabiscuit. Gimme

that 404 elephant gun.

C'mon, hand it to me.

Don't stand there.

Fore!

100% dynamite.

Hope I didn't hit anybody.

Oh.

Fore!

Fore!

Good morning, Larceny, uh...

Larsen.

Had a bad time in that trap, didn't

you, Mr. Bellows? Got out in one poke.

I thought it took you several. I had a

bad time killing a stubborn wombat.

Little beggars get

into your shoe.

Good morning, Mr. Bellows.

Good morning, Goolkswankez.

How's your game? Oh...

eighteen for nine holes.

Thirty-one. You're holding the

card upside down. Nosey Parker.

It's coming to a pretty

pass when a common caddy...

tells a gentleman how

to hold his card.

Ah, there's that

tongue sandwich now.

How'd it get into there?

Ladies and gentlemen, the greatest

race of the age will soon be on.

Two giant greyhounds of the sea

battling for the crossing record,

and may this one... I

mean, the best one, win.

Sis-boom-ba, rah, rah, rah.

All right, Mike. Don't

knock yourself out.

We will soon pass Ambrose Light where

the race will officially begin.

Between you and me, the

Gigantic can't lose.

With our new radio power,

we'll skip to France...

before you can say, "Jack

Robinson." Jack Robinson.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, I

want to introduce a man...

who made a bubble into a musical

career, Mr. Shep Fields.

Two years ago come

next wash day,

Shep became the Columbus of the swing

world by discovering rippling rhythm.

Here he is, Mr. Shep

Fields in person,

who will show you how

rippling rhythm was born.

Okay, Shep, let her ripple.

Hey!

Do you call that music?

Let me show ya.

This little ripple had rhythm

And the other little

ripples had none

All day through

and all night too

He kept on singing Boodle-de-doop,

boodle-de-doop boodle-de-doop

Now they say the kid's okay

They love to play his

boodle-de-doop, boodle-de-doop

Boodle-de-doop boop

Oh, my hat!

Thank you. It blew off.

It's a new hat. I know it.

How? Old hats never blow off.

Well, thank you for your

trouble. I like catching hats!

Some people like to go to fires. Some

raise tulips. I love catching hats.

What do you do when

there's no wind? I brood.

Oh!

Aah!

Whew! As long as we're gonna

make this our life's work, we

should know each other.

- I'm Robert Hayes.

- I'm Dorothy Wyndham.

- How do you do?

- Very well at the moment.

- What do you do when you're not

chasing hats? - I'm an inventor.

- That radio power plant's mine.

- Ohh!

Oh.

Well, girl loses hat,

boy rescues hat.

Girl is grateful for hat. Oh!

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