Irvin S. Cobb

It's called The Escape of Mr.

Trim, and it was written by Irvin S. Cobb.

[tense music] Mr.

Trim was president of the late 13th National Bank, but what he was is not so important as what he is now.

Nobody's there, really.

Everything all right, isn't it?

it?Well, Nelson, now that we've taken care of Irvin S. Cobb's poor Mr.

Trim, what do we have scheduled for next week?

[dramatic music]

Tonight we escape to the worn-out acres of a poor white trash farmer somewhere in the Southern mountains in Irvin S. Cobb's great tale of vengeance, Snake Doctor.

[dramatic music]

This story is about snakes and two men.

Well, I'll be swear.

Old Snake Doctor's a cute one, ain't he? [tense music]

Escape, produced and directed by William N. Robeson, has brought you Snake Doctor by Irvin S. Cobb, adapted for radio by Fred Howard, who also played Doc Bradshaw.

With Bill Conrad as Jafe, Paul Frees as Finney, Ruth Parrott as Kizzy.

The various studies are treated by able writer citizens of the United States, each being in full sympathy with the achievements in this country of the racial group of whom he treats.

The standard of the writers is the only one that will justify historical writing.

The truth, no censorship has been exercised.

No subject now actively before the people of the United States has been more written on and less understood than alien immigration.

There can be no question whatever as to the reality of this statement in regard to the presence in America of the African Pomberos previous to Columbus because the Guani is a Mandingo word and the very alloy is of African origin.

In 1501 a law was passed forbidding persons to sell Guani to the Indians of Hispaniola.

Wiener thinks the presence of Negroes with their trading masters in America before Columbus is proved by the representation of Negroes in American sculpture and design by the occurrence of a black nation at Darien early in the 16th century but more specifically by Columbus' emphatic reference to Negro traders from Guinea who trafficked in a gold alloy Guani of precisely the same composition and bearing the same name as frequently referred to by early writers in Africa.

And thirdly many of the productions of America which have hitherto been considered as indigenous and brought into use especially by the Indians may easily have been African in origin as for instance tobacco, cotton, sweet potatoes and peanuts.

There, an isolated man called the Snake Doctor makes his living catching cottonmouths and rendering their oil, while his familiarity with the snakes feeds the fears of his neighbors.

Adapted by Fred Howard from an Irvin S. Cobb story and produced and directed by William N. Robson, this CBS broadcast was heard February 14th, 1948.

It is Escape, episode 4802, Snake Doctor.

And now, the original broadcast.

Produced by William N. Robeson and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Tonight we escape to the worn out acres of a poor white trash farmer somewhere in the southern mountains.

In Irvin S. Cobb's great tale of vengeance, Snake Doctor.

This story is about snakes and two men.

End of Twelve Medieval Ghost Stories Written by Anonymous Annotated and translated by M.R. James and A.J. Grant Read by Timothy Ferguson

When the Sea Asp Stings by Irvin S. Cobb This is a LibriVox recording.

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For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Because the Tuscany rode high out of the water and wallowed as she rode, because of all those days of our crossing she hugged up close to our ship, splashing through the foam of our wake as though craving the comfort of our company.

Chapter 7, The Heir of Mark Twain.

Nothing could be stranger than the current celebrity of Irvin S. Cobb, an author of whom almost as much is heard as if he were a new Thackeray or Moliere.

One is solemnly told by various extravagant partisans, some of them not otherwise insane, that he is at once the successor to Mark Twain and the heir of Edgar Allan Poe.

One hears of public dinners given in devotion to his genius, of public presentations, of learned degrees conferred upon him by universities, of other extraordinary adulations, few of them shared by such relatively puny fellows as Howells and Dreiser.

Chapter 7, The Heir of Mark Twain.

Nothing could be stranger than the current celebrity of Irvin S. Cobb, an author of whom almost as much is heard as if he were a new Thackeray or Molière.

One is solemnly told by various extravagant partisans, some of them not otherwise insane, that he is at once the successor to Mark Twain and the heir of Edgar Allan Poe.

One hears of public dinners given in devotion to his genius, of public presentations, of learned degrees conferred upon him by universities, of other extraordinary adulations, few of them shared by such relatively puny fellows as Howells and Dreiser.

Worse, it lies in the book like a slice of Smithfield ham between two slabs of stale store bread.

On both sides of it are very stupid artificialities, stories without point, stories in which rustic characters try to talk like Wilson Mizner, stories altogether machine-made and depressing.

Turn now to another book, vastly praised in its year, by name Cobb's Anatomy.

One laughs occasionally, but precisely as one laughs over a comic supplement or the jokes in Ayer's Almanac.