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...Example, by Double-Talker Murray ("Looney") Lewis during a Fred Allen broadcast about the New York World's Fair Hall of Pharmacy: "Ilfus on the bildad with just enough reticulation on the nostrum to allograph Ipana, Minit-Rub and Sal Hepatica...
Unlike Germans, Britons may listen to any foreign broadcast they can tune in. To reach British ears with the Nazi side of World War II, Germany broadcasts in English, sometimes as much as eight hours a day. Most familiar voice from Germany, to most British listeners, speaks daily from Zeesen in exaggerated pip-pip English, caning British high-ups and war policies; deploring the blockade with: "Rehly, you British, it isn't manlah!" Some listeners think this hyper-Oxonian voice is Traitor Norman Baillie-Stewart's, some think it is Dr. Helmut Hoffman's, who once lectured...
After the broadcast, Master of Ceremonies Fadiman undid another sheaf of questions, some new, some missed at previous sessions. This time, Physicist Bernard Jaffe knew what kind of fathead might properly be boiled in oil (a fish called a fathead). Composer-Critic Deems Taylor remembered what musical composition a baby's cry reminded him of (Richard Strauss's Domestic Symphony). Catcher Moe Berg identified Garibaldi's Carbonari. Russel Grouse still thought the football team best suggested by an ocean was C. C. N. Y. (book answer: Tulane's Green Wave). Lillian Gish remembered her Browning better...
...warmer touch. Prisoner So-and-so lost a picture of his wife in the textile factory. Reward for its return: two packs of cigarets. Prisoner Such-and-such will swap a pair of $12 shoes, which don't fit him, for 16 packs of cigarets. Whitsitt used to broadcast complaints and comments on prison regimen, too, but nowadays he has to stick to straight news, paroles and arrivals, personal items...
...turnkeys and wardens alike for items. But what buzzes along the prison grapevine, wise Lifer Whitsitt lets severely alone. One night last fortnight the grapevine crackled with details of an attempted jailbreak, in which six escaping prisoners killed a guard. Of this black-type story, the Radio Gazette has broadcast not a peep. Says young Lifer Whitsitt: "I'm no Walter Winchell...