Strange Tales (Old Time Radio)
Jun 14, 2026 · 0 min · 7 segments
On this episode of Strange Tales, The Clock brings us its story from April 25, 1948, titled, Bela Boczniak’s Bad Dreams. Listen to more from The Clock…
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[dramatic music] Sunrise and sunset, promise and fulfillment, birth and death, the whole drama of life is written in the sands of time.
Clocks.
All over the city, clocks.
Little clocks and big ones, new ones just learning to count.
Old ones, old hands at the game.
Clocks standing aloof from their owners, taking no part in their joys or sorrows, their faces immutable, impervious.
All over the city, the clocking needles sewing the fabric of life and the death which must make room for new life.
Stitch in time, the clock, whose face shows no anger or delight or surprise, because time sees all things.
From the two-room walk-up flat on the lower Third Avenue, New York, where Mr. and Mrs. Bela Bosniak live over a secondhand clothing store, you can hear, if the Third Avenue elevated isn't going by, the chimes of the huge clock atop the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company building.
[clock chiming]
Good morning, Charlotte.
I'm so sorry to be so late, but I overslept myself.
I was dreaming.
Breakfast is over two hours ago.
Everything is put away.
So- so- of course.
But perhaps there's some coffee?
I don't keep stale coffee standing around all day.
If you want, you can make some for yourself.
Thank you, Charlotte.
Such a dream I had.
[cup clinking] Does my head ache.
Do I feel depressed.
Is there by any chance a piece of coffee cake in the house?
No.
[dramatic music] Sunrise and sunset, promise and fulfillment, birth and death, the whole drama of life is written in the sands of time.
Clocks.
All over the city, clocks.
Little clocks and big ones, new ones just learning to count.
Old ones, old hands at the game.
Clocks standing aloof from their owners, taking no part in their joys or sorrows, their faces immutable, impervious.
All over the city, the clocking needles sewing the fabric of life and the death which must make room for new life.
Stitch in time, the clock, whose face shows no anger or delight or surprise, because time sees all things.
From the two-room walk-up flat on the lower Third Avenue, New York, where Mr. and Mrs. Bela Bosniak live over a secondhand clothing store, you can hear, if the Third Avenue elevated isn't going by, the chimes of the huge clock atop the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company building.
[clock chiming]
Good morning, Charlotte.
I'm so sorry to be so late, but I overslept myself.
I was dreaming.
Breakfast is over two hours ago.
Everything is put away.
So- so- of course.
But perhaps there's some coffee?
I don't keep stale coffee standing around all day.
If you want, you can make some for yourself.
Thank you, Charlotte.
Such a dream I had.
[cup clinking] Does my head ache.
Do I feel depressed.
Is there by any chance a piece of coffee cake in the house?
No.
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