PAUL:	The calls for its return echo through our halls, its 
	fans have beseeched us with pleas, have wept and begged and 
	demanded and threatened, have winged and proffered financial 
	inducements, but in the end, assured of its cosmic place, 
	it returns of its own volition.

	Hear now, the heavy tread and weight of tradition, the measured 
	pace as we soldiers of sound march into sonic combat for lo, on 
	the horizon, the competition awaits - we Davids approach the 
	Goliath of pulsating palpitation, "What's That Noise from Nfld." 

	Yes, it's time once more to play the game that is bigger than itself !

	Sound master Hollis Duffett, let the devotees linger no longer !

SFX:	THE NOISE

	There you have it - I believe I can hear the national pulse rate 
	calm.

	The deal is this.  You recognize that sound.  You write it down 
	and send your guess in to us.  We draw your letter from the 
	accumulated sack of entries.  Your surmise is correct and bingo !  
	You are the winner and proud owner of a souvenir chosen at random 
	from the BCN kiosk next to the fountain in our commodious vestibule.

	As this is a brand new edition of the contest and you haven't heard 
	this particular noise before, and whereas therefor we have no mail 
	guessing at this noise, we'll give you another listen.  Get a pen 
	and paper ready, I'll give you the contest address right after this, 
	the brand new noise from Nfld.

	Mister Duffett, you may fire when ready.

SFX:	THE NEW NOISE

	There you have it.

	When you have properly encoded a note to us, address it to the 
	What's That Noise From Nfld Contest, c/o the BCN, 342 Duckworth St., 
	St. John's, A1C 1H5.
 
	Or you can e-mail your entry, and our address for those missives 
	is greateastern@stjohns.cbc.ca