Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1922-03-15
Miss Florence Minis Hears RAJ
dio Wireless Concert.
Dear Advertiser:

Dear Advertiser:
I have all my life been a very cred
ulous person, so much so that have
sometimes been numerically teased,
more especially years ago. When
some strange tale was related, and /,
wide-eyed, believed it, my school
mates laughed. Well do 1 remember.
On last Friday night when it was
announced that in the auditorium
of the Tonkawa High School there
would be given a radio concert with
the performers singing in Denver,
Pittsburgh and Detroit, I believed
that also.
Of course, this has already been
tried out numberless times before and
found that the wireless telephone car
serve the public in a musical as well
as 2 commercial way. The auditorium
was filed with an expectant crowd.
On the platform and behind the
scenes there were no performers, only
the receiving instrument. This was a.
huge megaphone attached to a box
from which ran many wires receiving
the air current and transmitting the
sound to US.
An audience is sometimes like an
eccentric individual. One can not tell
Just how they will react TO a given
situation. They weep over the sad,
and laugh, as should be expected at
the ridiculous, but they do not always
marvel at the marvellous, at least SO
that the world knows It.
When the time drew near for the
recital to begin, I think I felt exactly
as I did the afternoon that I waited
to see the Old Faithful geyser play II
Yellowstone Park. I knew that it
would play, for all the statements thai
l had read on the subject could not
be false, all the people to whom | had
talked on the subject could not will
ingly have prevaricated, and yet it
seemed too wonderful that out Of the
mount of mineral deposit, there
rises water like the ave of the
pecan. But the geyser did play, and
so did the radio wireless concert take
place.
First, we heard the voice of a mar
in Davis, Nebraska greeting US, and
later music, clear and distinct, first
from Detroit, then from Denver and
elsewhere.
1t is strange how n grows &C.
customed even to seeing the seem
ingly impossible come to pass. All the.
atmosphere today is surcharged with
the miracles of science and we accept
them ever so casually.
Our %forefathers must have stood
in awe that amounted to fear before
the first steamship and the first en-
CINE and train. We have lost the pow
er to marvel and wonder. Like a
child with a dozen new toys, we are
surfeited. It takes a great deal to
please us, and therefore we are far
less happy than were the pioneers of
this country who made a living, and
spent a little less than they made, who
had simple joys and appreciated
them profoundly. Their religion was
a subject about which they spoke
with solemnity, and the standards
were measured by the rules of Bibli-
cal lore.
Around the freplaces in the even
ing they talked of men who had done
things, Daniel Boone, and Ethan AL
len, and the home was the sacred CEN
ter, the holy unit of the nation.
We are. getting to be such worship
pers of the material that the golden
calf may yet be the symbol of our re-
ligion. "Tnere will never be a golden
age until men value the golden dol
lar less than the golden sunset, and
both less than the golden rule"
I began this article with the idea
of comparing our blase attitude to-
ward life with that of our ancestors;
and the very unappreciative way in
which we accept the wonders of the
natural world, used unnaturally.
We have come to think of the tel
ephone as a necessary convenient
evil, and to turn on the electric switch
flooding our rooms with light with
little thankfulness and appreciation.
One of the faculty the other day
+,1l,.d over lono distance to a friend