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The Actor and the Devil
                                 A radio drama

                              (from Playthings, 1985)

          ANNOUNCER: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight,
          Vulcan  Theatre  of  the  Air  takes  pleasure  in  presenting  a  new
          comedy for your enjoyment, starring Horton Higgins and Alvin
          O’Meghan. In a moment, The Actor and the Devil. But first, a
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          box. And now, our story.

          (telephone rings)

          ACTOR: Hello. Yes…Oh, well what about his next picture, the
          one with the dog and the little boy? Oh. Listen, Marty: what kind
          of agent are you? I haven’t had a decent part since 1953…Yes, I
          know, there’s always television commercials, but what about my
          public image? No, it’s not just the money: I want a starring role,
          one  that  shows  off  my  true  character,  the  All-American
          Boy…What do you mean, I’m over forty? So what? I won’t do
          my  own  stunts,  you  know  that.  Isn’t  there  a  casting  call  at
          Supremo Studios? Well, who’s the director? Ugh, I wouldn’t work
          for  that  commie.  Of  course  he’s  a  commie!  You  know  he
          wouldn’t testify when the Committee was in Hollywood. That’s
          what’s wrong with the industry, you know: too many bleeding-
          heart  liberals  and  pinkos  controlling  the  purse-strings…Bah!
          Don’t give me that old Bill of Rights razzmatazz! I think you’re
          just as witless as the rest of those Reds. Why do I bother with
          you?  Well!  The  same  to  you,  fella!  Oh,  I’d  sell  my  soul  to  the
          Devil for a decent role, one that I could really shine in! Goodbye!
          I’ll find a new agent!
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