NEW YORK, Saturday - between 11 o'clock tonight and 12.30 a.m. on Sunday (New York time) Station WGY will broadcast to the Byrd Antarctic Expedition a programme of greetings and music from The Times building.
There's an unfamiliar stirring In the lonely Arctic zone Where the icy cliffs re-echo To the sobbing saxophone; And the little, pensive penguins And the startled Polar bears, They are swaying, gently swaying To the jazz and rag-time airs. We are sitting on an iceberg 'Neath the gloaming Polar star, While the band winds out the burden Of a "Red, Rod Hot Mamma." And sad thoughts of home and mother Fills the whole Antarctic zone While a soulful young soprano Fills the bill with "All Alone." All alone in the Antarctic With a speaker and a set While the seals bob in the blowholes And our feet get cold and wet. But we tuck our furs around us, And we drop off one by one While they tell us bedtime stories Of the boy who loved the sun.
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