Rave Notice

And now, tonight's presentation of radio's outstanding theatre of thrills, suspense. Tonight, the ironic story of an actor who played his part perhaps too well, thus leaving himself unable to better his performance. So now with Hans-Conry, the Sam, here is tonight's suspense play, Rave Notis.

When I'm walking across Times Square like this, I'm just an ordinary man, plain, unnoticeable. It is though I were invisible, invisible. And wait, come here. Come with me through this door, through here, and into the dark. Now, I breathe deeply of the thick dark air, and I become tall. My eyes, drinking the gloomy shadows, become lustrous, birdlike, noble. Here,

in this temple of the passions, I throw off my cloak of invisibility, and I reveal myself. My true self, for this is the theatre, and I am an actor. Up there on the stage, beyond the empty seats, lit by the single bear bulb, are my fellow worker.

We are here to make a play. Friend Norman sitting alone in the third row is our director. This is the fifth day of rehearsal. It's not a bad little play, but you know Norman. Norman will manage somehow the spoiler.

Norman will miss direct actors and lose values. I've known Norman for years. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Norman, why? I am the director and I say no. No? Very well. No, no. If somebody would tell you what it's all about, line for me and I wish somebody would give me the word.

Now that is adequate. Well, thank you very much. Oh, please. All right, can't take five. Norman. Oh, that's the right. Norman. Hello, man. How are we coming? Oh, that's just... Oh, Sam. Come over here. I want to talk to you.