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You'll have to miss 'em, won't you?" The announcer was chanting the call for the night train west, and the joint-debater got up and thrust his hand-bag savagely into the hand of the nearest porter. "Isn't that just my infernal luck!" he lamented. Then: "Give them my love, and tell them I hope they will stay until I get back." The senator rose and shook hands with the departing debater.
It seems that he was listening in at a radio set somewhere, and I guess it must have pretty nearly knocked him off his pins when he heard the announcer give my name. As soon as I finished he must have rushed out and sent the telegram. Here it is, and you can read it for yourselves." He fished through his pockets, and at last produced the crumpled slip of yellow paper.
When the music was over, and everybody decently quiet, the concert began. "Le Camarade Tollot, of the Théâtre des Variétés de Paris will recite 'Le Dernier Drapeau," shouted the announcer. Le Camarade Tollot walked on the stage and bowed, a big, important young man with a lion's mane of dark hair.
Out of the horn again came the well-known voice of the transmitting station official announcer: "It gives us great pleasure to be able to broadcast very worth while messages of helpfulness and cheer to the youth of America.
The announcer went into the final commercial, with Barby and Scotty listening attentively. Rick didn't listen. He had a wonderful idea on which he was putting the finishing touches. As programs shifted, Scotty reached up and turned off the set. Dismal left his place under the table and trotted off to the kitchen. "Me for a doughnut," Scotty announced.
The train- announcer made his last call. Just then a taxicab pulled up at the street-end of the platform, not far from Track 8. A man jumped out and assisted a heavily veiled lady, paid the driver, picked up the grips, and turned toward us. We waited expectantly.
It too often found its guarantee for faithfulness in jealous suspicions, and in fierce bigotries, and at length it presented all the characteristics of an exhausted teaching and a spent enthusiasm. Claiming to be exclusively spiritual, fervent, unworldly, the sole announcer of the free grace of God amid self-righteousness and sin, it had come, in fact, to be on very easy terms with the world.
The door announcer chimed again, and Cowder said: "That's probably the lab boys. I told them to come over here as soon as they could finish up at the cathedral." Mike checked his screen and when Cowder identified the men at the door, Mike let them in. The short, chubby man in the lead, who was introduced as Perkins, spoke to Sergeant Cowder first. "We checked one of those rockets.
Of course, you will appear as one of the reorganizing committee but we could not afford to have the announcement come through any less strong and old established house than the National Industrial Bank." "At least, you can make me joint announcer with them," I urged. "Perhaps yes possibly we'll see," said he soothingly. "There is plenty of time." "Plenty of time," I assented, as if quite content.
John dropped his bathrobe from his shoulders and went forward. "On my right the Gallant kid," shouted the announcer, pausing for the laugh that came up from the crowd. "The what?" a voice asked. "The Gallant kid, he calls himself," shouted back the announcer. "On my left Battling Rodriguez. One hundred and thirty-five pounds." John went back to his corner.
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