The Shark Diaries

group of radio diaries. I guess you could say, yeah, you know, I think we touched on the um shark attacks at the Jersey Shore in Mattawan Creek in nineteen sixteen and a previous podcast, how short Attacks work and dogs a Shark's favorite. Meal's right because the dog was actually in the water and the first victim was attacked. Uh. This is the story that UM inspired Jaws Peter Benchley. Yeah, and it is the famous UM. And there's been a lot of specials on this, like some pretty good ones. Well,

it's pretty sensational. It's like a hugely sensational. I would call this though, the special of all specials on this. You did a great job, you think, so, yeah, Well, thank you. Uh, so we want to give you a little backstory so you know what you're listening to. Then we want to introduce the players to this little radio play or I guess you call it a podcast play. Yeah, and uh so, so you know who you're listening to and what you're listening to. Well, Chuck, let's let's talk

about the attacks. Um, what year is this? Yeah, and it's a time when beach recreation was like new, the frozen banana had just been invented, Yeah, sort of, but this was the first time, like this was the beginnings of like massive amounts of people going to the beach. Dude swimming in the ocean, Ladies just starting to show a little ankle, just dipping their toe in. Mainly the men out there swimming in there, one piece weightlifters, uniform

bathing suits. Right, that's right. And it was just like a beautiful time to be alive in America. And so this is the Jersey Shore. It's much like the Jersey Shores today where if you live in New York or Philly, this is where you're going when it's hot. Also very different, imagine, right, but this is the origin of that time, yeah, or of that movement or absolutely so this would all come

screeching to a halt. Uh over the course of twelve days, with um five different victims of four which died on two on the Jersey shore and then two more on a creek on an inland Title Creek and Mattawan or Mattawan. So the first attack takes place on July one, nineteen sixteen, right, and um, people thought it was a fluke. Yeah, it was a Philly vacation or named Charles van Zant, and um, he died. Five days later there was another attack on

the shore. So yes, now all of a sudden, you have the entire nation's attention because everyone was like a guy got attacked by shark. It never happens, totally unusual occurrence. Then five days later in the same area there's another one. Yes, a swissman attacked on the shore. And then um, after that is when uh, they don't even know shark or sharks moved inland to a Title creek and like kids swimming in this creek thinking it's completely safe. Yeah, boy dies,

man dies trying to save boy. Another boy severely injured. And uh, it was pretty nuts after that, like the President Wilson got involved. It was like a nationwide frenzy because no one had ever known about shark attacks before. Oh yeah, yeah, this is like the first thing. It was like an anomaly. Okay, so you were basically like a sailor to know about a shark attack. I think so ya an introduction it is. So that's what we

got going on. We'll introduce the players now. Um. First up, you're gonna hear uh and these are lost diaries that we found from the scene, right, we should point out I thought that was a given. It is. Dr John C. Nichols is played by tech stuff Jonathan Strickland. He uh is regarded as the first American ich theologist and worked with his mentor, doctor Frederick Lucas, who was very uh. They were kind of at odds for a while on this,

like Lucas was like, that's not sharks. Sharks don't do that, and so Nichols went to the scene and he was kind of who Matt Hooper was based on Awesome of Jaws. Uh. Next up, you're gonna hear Louise Van's aunt, who was the sister of the first victim, Charles, and she was played by Rachel Frank, who coolest stuff on the planet. Yeah, I was doing that. I don't know she's still doing that. Uh. And she actually saw her brother like from the beach

getting attacked in the water. H. Third up, we have Stanley Fisher and then Mary Anderson after that, and they were um a burgeoning love relationship in Matajuan. Between these two. Stanley was a local taylor, very well loved dude, and Mary Anderson was a school teacher and they were just like starting their courtship when Stanley perished right in front of her face in the creek. Let me think about it.

It's bad enough to see someone killed by a shark, and somebody that you care about killed by a shark. That gotta really like leave an impression, I would say so. Uh. And Stanley Fisher is voiced by Robert Lamb. Stuff to blow your minds, Robert Lamb, that's right. And Mary Anderson is voiced by the former I guess you's still Katie Lambert. The former stuff you missed in history class host right,

it was now departed from our work ranks. I think that was probably a good point that Katie still doing great. And then finally we have Joseph Dunn, who was one of the little Boys who actually survived. This is crazy, man, Are you really going to tell everybody who does? Joseph Dunn? I don't think so. Okay, I think we should just leave the mystery boy. Okay, Joseph Donn is the mystery boy who is of legal age to be acting in a podcast play without any kind of like child labor

laws being broken. Right, that's right. And Joseph he was actually from New York and he and his brother Michael went to visit his uh aunt and uncle and Cliffwood, New Jersey and go swimming in the creeks there with her buddy Jerry Howard hand and things turn pretty gruesome for all of them. So some rotten luck for the Jersey shore. With that, should we go ahead and proceed with the s y s K radio play? Okay? What do you call this thing? Uh? Uh? Call it listener

mail from a fan in Canada? That's terrible. Okay? How about the Shark Diaries of the attacks at Mattawan Creek July one, four p m. Dear Diary, We're headed to Beach Haven on the train and it could not be any hotter. I'm covered from head to toe in woolen cotton and it is quite I considered trying the ocean out this time, but Father says that women should not bathe with me. Besides, whoever thought wool stockings and seawater go together should be run up a flagpole lead weights

in the hymn of the skirt. It's as if Third attempting to drown us. Even so, it will be grand to be at the beach for Independence Day. My brother is beside me making fun of my diary. He has threatened to steal it and shared around his office. I'm sure there would be quite bored with it. Though. We must be close to arriving, because I can smell the salty air. M. July one, nineteen sixteen p m. Dear Diary. The resorts are all booked full, and I bet half

of New Jersey and Pennsylvania are at the shore. Every fifteen minutes a drain dispatches another thousand people. It is quite a sight. Who would have thought that the ocean would draw such a crowd. There are young men everywhere playing cards and keeping an eye out for commers. Father and sister are resting out before dinner, and I'm roasting on the hot sand watching my brother swim to England.

Presumably he promised me a walk on the beach but befriended a dog that seemed keen for a swim instead. I call him Patches. Currently, he and Patches are swimming out well past the others, both doing their best dog paddle. I can barely see him from here, but he looks to be having loads of fun. He's yelling and waving his arms for Patches, but it looks like the pooch

has exhausted himself and is heading back. I'm beginning to think that July two, n two pm where arrived this morning of an attack on a human in beach Haven, possibly a shark, most odd naturally. Dr Lucas has already discounted it, but I wonder my inexperience next to Lucas is pronounced yet I doubt his resolve to test his own hypotheses now he nears retirement and news of sharks feeding on humans is not something that appears to interest him.

His lack of investment was striking. I need to go to beach Haven and investigate, but I am bound to the museum. The fish commissioners said that it was likely after a dog in the water with the victim stripped the man to his bone on the right and lost several pounds of flesh on the left. My early thought is a tiger, or perhaps a bowl. Lucas is convinced there are no great whites around here. The victim was

very young. July two, nineteen sixteen, three thirty a m. Dear Diary, I cannot believe the words that I am about to write. My brother has died. He was swimming far out in the water when the people around me began shouting. I saw a long, dark shadow in the water just behind him. A man said that it was a shark, but I don't know. I've never seen one. It had a tall fin that sat high in the water. It took him by the legs and drew him under. A lifeguard swam out to retrieve him, but it was

too late. He was gone by the time he reached shore. The water ran red with his blood around my feet. And I've never felt so helpless in all my life. His left thigh was in shreds all the way to the bone. His right leg was hollowed out from waste. To me, his lifeless face stared skyward. July two p m. Summer has come upon us fully. It was more than ninety degrees yesterday, and it may have been even hotter today. Business has been steady, but slower than it was in

the spring and the winter before that. Mary and I went for a walk down by the creek after church on Sunday. She told me about our students. We talked about Mattawan. We both love it here and don't desire the bright lights of Philadelphia or New York. It is a close community and we look out for each other. I want to raise a family here. I've grown quite fond of Mary, and I believe that in three weeks it can be called a genuine courtship. She's kind, pretty smart.

It comes from a good family. There's a rumor in town that a man was attacked by a giant fish yesterday in beech Haven. Captain Catrell has told us all stories of man eaters at sea, but has also regaled us with tales of giant squids and waves as tall as four stories. He's well known to stretch for truth, and his words should be taken with a pinch of salt. July second, nineteen sixteen, seven thirty six pm, Dear Diary,

July oh July. I cannot believe I have not written in my diary since the end of the school year. Summer break was supposed to be my time to catch up on this sort of thing. All well, Latita, I am being courted by a man. He's tall and broad, with blonde hair and blue eyes, very handsome. He's beloved in town as well. His name is reputable as the mayor himself. He's a tailor and has one of only four shops on Main Street, and is consequently quite a

snappy dresser. We took a walk after church on Sunday and talked about life and our hopes and dreams, and our families and our past and our future. I'm just over the moon about it. Really. He loves Mattajuana as much as I do, and would not give a nickel for the bells and whistles of Philadelphia. We were in his shop this afternoon and I watched him cut a suit jacket. It was really something, a true art. A

strange thing happened as well. Captain Cotrell came by and told us a man in beach Haven was attacked by a fish, perhaps a shark. Very odd to hear such a thing. Jo nix Am, Dear Diary. Today's Independence Day and it's very hot here in New York. Father is home because it's a holiday for families. We're supposed to think about freedom today, but I don't know what they mean. My brother told me there was a man who got

eaten by a shark in New Jersey. But I think he's just trying to scare me because we're traveling to visit my aunt's house in Cliffwood next week. They say a lot of people go to the beach now and swim in the ocean, but we only go in the creek in Mattawan with our friends. We're going to parade later today. My brother said he would buy firecrackers, even though Mom said not to. I'm putting a picture of New York in this diary so I can show my

friends at Mattawan what the city looks like. I hope I get a good mark for my diary riding project when we start school. I like it. M July three, nineteen sixteen, five seventeen pm, Dear Diary. I decided to take lunch to Stanley today at his shop. I do not want to run him off by calling too much, but I missed him, so I threw caution to the wind. He seemed very pleased to see me, and we made plans to go to the Twin Lights Lighthouse at the Atlantic Highlands on the Bay. It is going to be

just splendid and I can hardly contain myself. I'll pack a picnic supper and we'll watch the sunset together and then the big fireworks show. My favorite. Stanley traded a man a tailored suit for life insurance to a cecil suit, which was far too generous. What on earth does a man his age need with life insurance? But that is also what I am growing to love about him. His generosity is only matched by his kindness. He plays baseball

with the children and they absolutely adore him. I want to bring him by the schoolhouse that's fall to meet my students. Listen to me already planning for fall with him by my side. Oh and I just had to clip out the ads Stanley placed in the MOTTA one Journal, July nineteen sixteen, p M. Dear Diary, I met the lifeguard who tried to save my brother at the funeral. He was very kind. I believe that he did everything

he could do to save my brother. No one has ever been attacked by a fish before, and many doubt the events as they occurred. There have long been stories of man eaters in the sea, but I most believed them to be legend. I was there. I know. I saw him flung from the water. I saw his mangled left leg exposed fully to the bone. It had been virtually torn from his body. The Times ran a small story on page eighteen. My brother deserved more, so much more.

N six am. Another shark attack yesterday in New Jersey Spring Lake. The Times this morning is already all over this event. So much for dodging a media circus. Lucas finally agrees that something is a miss. This is no blasted sea turtle. We have eyewitness accounts this time. It's clear that someone should go to Spring Lake and examine the body. I feel like I'm the most qualified man

in New York, maybe even the country. Lucas may fight me on this press conference in the morning at the museum, so we had better get our ducks in a row. Lucas said that the jaw of a shark is not strong or capable of severing human bone. I have grave doubts. July sixteen PM. Dear Diary, It's been almost a week since we lost my dear brother. I found his journal today and reading his final entry breaks my heart each

time my eyes pass over it. We received word this morning that another bay there was killed two days ago. Its Spring Lake, a bellhop at a local resort. His attack has drawn much more attention than our own just days ago. I feel terrible for his family. Perhaps in time I can reach out to them. No one seems to know what is happening on our beaches that were

so different just days ago. What was previously a welcome distraction from the polio epidemic in New York is now a beach awash with the blood of our brothers and sons. I pray for the end of summer. J n PM. Word has come to Mattawin that another bathere was attacked on the shore yesterday. This time it was spring Lake, not far from here. If this is true, it is most uncommon. We have never heard of a shark attacking a man, and now we have heard stories of two

in just one week. I imagine that the news will disrupt activity at the shore. Luckily, for us, all we have to worry about is the odd catfish nipping our toes. I tried to talk Mary into coming for a swim sometime, but she said she prefers to watch me from the bank. I think she's just being shy. She said that she would not want Captain Cattrell to see her in a bathing gown, and I think she may have a good point. She's smart, she is. Surely the shark business is just

people's imagination getting the best of them. There're no sharks in New Jersey. July seven, nineteen sixteen to seventeen pm. Stanley just phoned and said that Captain Cotrell reported another shark attack on the shore. They did not believe him at first, but the newspaper confirmed it. It was Upspring Lake this time, which means much more to do about it,

I'm sure. Stanley said that a scientist in the paper insisted that sharks do not come to New Jersey, and even if they did, they would not be interested in humans. I just do not know what to think sharks biting people in New Jersey? Whoever heard of such a thing? Stanley swims in the creek, but you would not catch me dead in there. You cannot see six inches into the water. Besides, Captain Cortrell is always running up and

down in his motor boat. And let me just say that he will never see me in a skirt and stockings. The very thought makes me pale U nineteen sixteen three pm press conference went well enough. Lucas was met with questions straight away. The first blasted question asked what he would tell the thirty mayors of the Jersey Shore about their beaches. High loath reporters. We did our best to

calm nerves. Lucas is convinced that it was mistaken identity and that the incidences are a merely a sad coincidence. He avoids using words like man eater and does a much better job with the press than Murphy or I could. Asbury Park has erected wire netting, and that, along with caution, should do for now. It is highly unlikely that we should ever hear of another shark incident on this coast. Even so, this is rich with opportunity for our records.

A man has never been attacked by a shark before in the United States, and I go to em tomorrow. July n six pm. Just returned from the examination of victim number two, Charles brewder Spring Lake, Swiss, with no family in the States. The Times was correct in its story. Both legs were taken, one at the knee and one at midcalf. Lifeguards rode out in the boat this time and pulled his body in. One remarked about how light

it was, not realizing initially the legs were missing. Most disturbing, the flesh was torn in strips, jagged, the bones splintered like wood. There's no doubt that this was the result of a shark, but what species? Could it be? A road great white? The President has mobilized the Coastguard. I am reporting news to his men now. July nine, R D E. P. M. Dear Diary. My brother told me today in church that another man was eaten by a shark in New Jersey. But Mom said it wasn't true.

She said they both got bit and died. But sharks only go into the ocean, and I don't need to be scared of them. In Mattawan, Mom said after supper tonight she's going to talk to her aunt on the telephone, and my brother and I could talk to our friend and Mattawan because he has a telephone now too. July six, eight am Dear Diary. My brother and I talked to our friend on the telephone last night. It was really swell. Mom says that he's a hooligan, but my brother said

he's a good egg and swims good too. We asked him about the sharks and he said nobody there talked about it, but they are sad. He said, we could sneak into the dock at the New Jersey Clay Company and no sharks are there. M. July eleven, nine, sixteen eleven p m. Dear Diary, It has now been ten days since we lost my brother. I miss him so much, we all do. His car is still in front of the house, and I catch myself seeing him behind the wheel.

After the second attack, a scientist who studies ocean fish came to Spring Lake. He's having a hard time with the local journalists. They've printed that my brother was bitten by a giant sea turtle. They've written that it was a bloodthirstea rogue shark. The scientist makes claims of sensationalism and pleads for patients. He says that only a great white has been known to attack a human, and that there are none in New Jersey. Resorts have hired armed

guards to patrol the beaches. They've erected wire nets for bathing areas. I never to see the ocean again. July eleventh, nineteen sixteen, nine fifteen PM. Dear Diary, I'm in bed now. My brother is teasing me. He said that when we go back to Mattawan, it's going to be scary. He said that last summer he felt something touched him underwater by the dock, and he said it was a shark. Probably. I'm supposed to be asleep now because it's my bedtime

and we leave early in the morning. I'm scared of the shark, but I don't want him to know, because he'll tease me again. July twelve, nine, sixteen eleven. AM back at the museum at last. Seems like all is calm now. It has been nearly a week since the brutal attack. The media has taken a rest for the time being. There is much research to be done now. Lucas and Murphy are keen to hear my account. Everyone looks to us now for answers, and for now my

colleagues are deferring to me as the only ichthyologists. Popular theories abound ship sinkings and sailor deaths in the North Sea are creating a taste for human flesh. Naval bombings are driving European sharks this way. Some have even said it was a purposeful conspiracy of the Germans to Luis into war. It's tiresome to deal with such poppy cock. My strongest inclination is that there is a Pacific weather phenomenon known as El Nino that has shifted the warm

Gulf stream closer to shore. This has brought sharks that have never been to our waters. More Later, July twelfth, nineteen six pm, I am famished. Mary said she would bring lunch by after she finished her tutoring, and she cannot arrive soon enough. In fact, I believe I see her coming my way now. She told me last night. To today marks one month, and when I first called on her. It's hard to believe that much time has passed. We should do something special. Maybe I should close the

shop early and take her into Philadelphia for dinner. She is closer now, and the sun is cast an angelic glow around her head. Or perhaps that is not the sun. I may curse myself by writing it down, but I believe I might love her. July seven oh three, a m. Dear Diary, I feel positively on cloud nine this morning. Today marks one full month since Stanley first called Everything is going so well. I hate to tempt fate by writing about it, but I think that I may be

in love. It gives me goose bumps to even write such a thing. I stopped by his shop yesterday evening and he was going out with Red to play baseball with the boys. He invited me to come along and walk, and was surprised to learn that I enjoyed the game very much. It's very exciting to me, and there's a great level of skill involved. He is so wonderful with the boys. They love him and fight over whose team he should play on. It has been a full week

since any word of shark attacks. We are all relieved to know that it is over. The scientists from New York are learning what happened and trying to decide why this occurred. It is largely perplexed them. I do not plan to go to the ocean anytime soon. Even so. I don't like the boys in my class or Stanley swimming much at all. But the creek feels like a much safer option. July twelfth, n eight am, Dear Diary, I had a bad dream that a giant fish with a big mouth ate me. I don't know if it

was a shark because I've never seen one. It was as big as a street car and had long teeth and were red. I was swimming in the creek with my brother and my friend, but they looked different. The fish bit my leg and pulled me in the creek, but I came up and I was in the ocean. My aunt was on the beach and a wooden chair, but she could not hear me scream. Then my brother was in a boat beside me, and I tried to

climb in. He laughed and kicked me until I fell on the ocean, and the big fish bit me again until he ate me. I woke up and my brother said I was screaming, so I guess I really did scream when I was a sweep. I don't want to go to mattawan anymore. Maybe I can fake sick and stay in Cliffwood. We leave on the train U nineteen six pm. Shocking news today. We'red in from Mattawuan, New Jersey, of three shark attacks in the tidal creek. This is very difficult to believe, and we all suspect that the

state has succumbed to sharkus. Drea Matta Juan is a full eleven miles inland. Very doubtful. Regardless, Dr Lucas has dispatched me directly. I depart on the morning train. H July nine, sixteen am. Dear Diary, it is with a broken heart that I write these words. Stanley is dead. He has gone from me before he was even mine. It has been two days since the awful event. It was a shark, dear God, a shark. It got him right in front of my eyes, in front of the

eyes of many. We buried him at two today in the pouring rain. I am unable to sleep or eat. I have hardly moved from my bed. Father said it will take time, but I will never forget the events of July twelve. The immente will haunt me to my grave. July nineteen, sixteen, six fourteen pm. Today I examined two of the victims, a man named Fisher who was trying to retrieve the body of another victim, a boy named Stillwell. Another boy, Joseph Dunn, is the only survivor and is

recovering in the hospital. His left calf is torn to pieces. Fisher's injury was similar to the two at the shore. The right thigh had a deep wound and the femoral artery was severed. There was no way to stop the blood. He was taken in front of dozens of locals, including his new sweetheart. Stillwell, was not recovered until the following day. His left ankle was chewed off, left thigh mangled from hip to knee. His left abdominal region was open, and

his intestines were nearly all torn out. The right hip, chest muscle, and left shoulder were also lost. His right leg and face were the only parts untouched. July nineteen, sixteen PM. I have just returned to my boarding house after two days of chaos. Matajuan has turned into a battleground. Men dangle legs of lamb and sides of beef from the bridges. There's a near constant barrage of exploding dynamite.

Women line the banks with rifles. Their methods are not safe, but I cannot deny my desire to catch the beast. I believe that the shark is moving north and attacking people on its journey. I suspect it is either a rogue white or a tiger shark that has strayed thousands of miles from its natural environment. July nineteen, sixteen PM at the Museum. Again, the shark hunt in Mattawan seems to be working, but I doubt that any caught so far are responsible. Could be the work of more than one.

A local sea captain named Cartrelle caught a seven footer and has it on Ice and Town a nickel per viewing. A nine footer was captured in Long Branch twenty five pounds. Lucas informed us that a man drowned at the Atlantic Highlands yesterday. People were afraid he was being attacked by a shark. The headlines now reach all the way from London. A parcel was delivered today from the men who captured a seven footer. It contained human bones taken from the

belly and a description dark, dull, blue white belly. They said a man's head could fit inside its mouth. It sounds like a small great white to me upon an examination, however, the bones, while human, were from the lower arm. All five victims in New Jersey were attacked at the legs. This means there's been at least one unreported attack. People will never hear the words shark again without feeling fear. July four, nineteen sixteen, twelve fourteen pm. It has been

nearly two weeks since I lost Stanley. Though I can still smell him on my clothes. Each day brings new promise, only to shadow again. I feel like the story must be recorded, as hard as it is for me to write it. I was at his shop in the afternoon on July twelve when some boys ran down the street by the shop in a panic, shouting about a shark in the creek. Stanley dismissed them at first, but I saw that the boys were naked and pale as ghosts. They said that a shark had taken Lester, stillwell, in

the creek. Stanley did not hesitate for even a moment. He said that Lester had the fits and that if he did not get to him soon, he would be finished. He grabbed Red and Arthur Smith and was gone before I could stop him. I arrived at the creek several minutes after Stanley. He was in a rowboat with Arthur and Red searching for Lester. They dragged chicken wire under the boat to try and find him. The water was red with blood and people began to arrive in a panic.

Stanley became frustrated and suggested they dive for him. They all changed into bathing suits behind a tree, and one by one entered the water. They searched for a while, and we're losing hope and cold Red said they should call it off, and they all began to come to the bank. Stanley decided to take one more dive. He went deeper than before you could tell. Stanley surfaced holding what remained of Lester, stillwell in his arms. He was walking toward the bank, knee deep in water when the

beasts took him by the right leg. He dropped Lester and yelled, he's got me. The sharks got me. Those words ring in my head. I do not remember what happened after that. They told me that a deputy was able to fight off the shark with an oar, and that Stanley was aware of what happened. His only words were, oh my god. A doctor applied a rope to his thigh, and they took him by train to Monmouth Memorial Hospital. He died there hours later without me by his side.

M August nineteen sixteen, five p m. Dear Diary, I'm in St. Peter's Hospital in a town called New Brunswick. It has been a month since I wrote in my journal, and it's because I was bitten by a shark. My brother feels bad about teasing me now, and it's very nigh to me. We were swimming at the dock with our friends and Magdalen, and an old man came by in a boat yelling shark. My brother and the others got to the dock and got out, but I was behind him. I got all the way to the ladder

when I felt something bite me very hard. It was a shark and it pulled me back into the water. My brother and my friend jumped in and pulled me away from the shark, and they put me on the dock. I don't remember anything after that. I woke up in a hospital and my leg hurt very bad. I have had three surgeries and my doctor put new skin on my leg. He said I'm going to be okay. My mom cried when she saw me, but I told her it didn't hurt. The nurse here is nice and gives

me candy. She says, I had bad dreams when I first got here about the shark, but now I'm not scared anymore. The people that work here called me a little Jonah because he was eaten by a a O. August sixteen, six pm, Dear Diary. They let me walk today with crutches, and it hurts some. The doctor said that it will not hurt forever. My mom told me today about the other people in Mattawan who died because of the shark. Some boy named Lester stillwell, and a

man who tried to save Leicester. I think his name was Stanley. That makes me sad for their families. They say that I'm brave before people got killed by the shark, and I think the least I could do is steel fortunate. I'm okay. October sixteen pm. It has been three months since the terror at Mattajuan Creek. Joseph Dunne fully recovered and was released home one month ago. My final thoughts

on what happened in New Jersey this summer. Whether sharks in general are more numerous in our waters this summer than during previous years may be seriously questioned, notwithstanding the way in which local fishermen and the crowd of incoming steamers have vied in frightening the public. Shark stories with a certain foundation, and truth will always be forthcoming when

reporters have been ordered to get them. It may be recalled that the summer of nineteen fifteen, although marked by no such horrifying events as we have known this year, was nevertheless popularly considered an exceptional Sharks season. So now we must move forward and try to learn from the events of July nineteen six, a summer that I believe in the future may be remembered not only as a terrible tragedy, but as the birth of modern Eck theology. M Wow, holy cow, that was chilling. Chuck, you did

so good with this. Jerry did great Who Jerry sound designed the whole thing? Oh yeah, yeah. And then Robert and Jonathan and Katie and Rachel and uh the mystery voice, the mystery boy. Everyone did a great job. And that was that. I hope you guys enjoyed it. That's a heck of a way to wrap it up. That was that. How about the uh the familiar sign off? Let's hear it for Chuck Bryant first, everybody, way to go. Check writer producer director. I believe. Uh yeah, I guess it's

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