Lesson74    Out of thelimelight

An ancientbus stopped by a dry river bed and a party of famous actors and actresses gotoff. Dressed in dark glasses and old clothes, they had taken specialprecautionsso that noone should recognize them. But as they soon discovered,disguisescan sometimes be too perfect.

'This is a wonderful place for a picnic,' said GloriaGleam.

[if !supportLists]'  [endif]It couldn't be better, Gloria,'Brinksley Meers agreed. 'No newspaper men, no film fans! Why don't we come moreoften ?'

Meanwhile,two other actors, Rockwall Slinger and Merlin Greeves, had carried two largefood baskets to a shady spot under some trees. When they had all madethemselves comfortable, a stranger appeared. He looked very angry.

'Now you get out of here, all of you!' he shouted: ' I'm sheriff here. Do you see thatnotice? It says" No Camping"-in case you can't read!'

[if !supportLists]' [endif]Look, sheriff, 'said Rockwall,'don't be too hard on us. I'm Rockwall Slinger and this is Merlin Greeves.'

[if !supportLists]' [endif][if !vml][endif]Oh, is it ?' said the sheriff with a sneer.'Well, I'm BrinksleyMeers, and my othername is Gloria Gleam. Now you get out of herefast!’

[if !supportLists]'  [endif]ən ˈeɪnʃ(ə)nt bʌs stɒpt baɪ ə draɪ ˈrɪvə bɛd ænd ə ˈpɑːti ɒv ˈfeɪməs ˈæktəz ænd ˈæktrɪsɪz gɒt ɒf. drɛst ɪn dɑːk ˈglɑːsɪz ænd əʊldkləʊðz, ðeɪ hæd ˈteɪkən ˈspɛʃəl prɪˈkɔːʃənz səʊ ðæt nəʊ wʌn ʃʊd ˈrɛkəgnaɪz ðɛm. bʌt æz ðeɪ suːn dɪsˈkʌvəd, dɪsˈgaɪzɪz kænˈsʌmtaɪmz biː tuː ˈpɜːfɪkt. 

ðɪs ɪz ə ˈwʌndəfʊl pleɪs fɔːr ə ˈpɪknɪk

,' sɛd ˈglɔːrɪə gliːm. ' ɪt ˈkʊdnt biː ˈbɛtə, ˈglɔːrɪə,' Brinksley ˈmiːəz əˈgriːd. nəʊ ˈnjuːzˌpeɪpə mɛn, nəʊ fɪlm fænz! waɪ dəʊnt wiː kʌm mɔːr ˈɒf(ə)n ?' 

ˈmiːnˈwaɪl

, tuː ˈʌðər ˈæktəz, Rockwall ˈslɪŋər ænd ˈmɜːlɪn Greeves, hæd ˈkærid tuː lɑːʤ fuːd ˈbɑːskɪts tuː ə ˈʃeɪdi spɒt ˈʌndə sʌmtriːz. wɛn ðeɪ hæd ɔːl meɪd ðəmˈsɛlvz ˈkʌmf(ə)təbl, ə ˈstreɪnʤər əˈpɪəd. hiː lʊkt ˈvɛri ˈæŋgri. 

naʊ juː gɛt aʊt ɒv hɪə

, ɔːl ɒv juː!' hiː ˈʃaʊtɪd: ' aɪm ˈʃɛrɪf hɪə. duː juː siː ðæt ˈnəʊtɪs? ɪt sɛz" nəʊ ˈkæmpɪŋ"-ɪn keɪs juː kɑːnt riːd!' ' lʊk, ˈʃɛrɪf, sɛd Rockwall,' dəʊnt biː tuː hɑːd ɒn ʌs. aɪm Rockwall ˈslɪŋər ænd ðɪs ɪz ˈmɜːlɪn Greeves.' ' əʊ, ɪz ɪt ?' sɛd ðə ˈʃɛrɪf wɪð ə snɪə. wɛl, aɪm Brinksley ˈmiːəz, ænd maɪ ˈʌðə neɪm ɪz ˈglɔːrɪə gliːm. naʊ juː gɛt aʊt ɒv hɪə fɑːst!’