Evening star., 1924-05-25
Heard and Seen

Radio is becoming more and more
until the last two years was claimed
by fishermen and nature takers"
It is the story hard to believe
Every word of II may be true, but
the grand result is that the average
listener finds himself doubling the
tale.
Here is the latest radio story. II
has nothing TO do with long distances
covered with a crystal set, or getting
San Francisco louder on the loud
speaker" than the local stations.
1t has to do with a poodle dog.
This dog is the pet of a local house
hold wherein is radio set. Some
friends were visiting the family the
other night. The radio, of course,
was going full blast, the loud speak
err living up to it's name. No one,
however, was paying any particular
attention to the music.
All at once the guests noticed the
dog sitting up on it's hind legs, its
forepaws waving in air.
Whats he doing that for?" asked
a visitor.
Why, he always stands up like
that when he hears The Star Spangled
Banner" replied the host.
They declare they taught him to
recognize the national anthem during
the war and that now the melody
never comes over the radio but what
he stands at attention.
A world war aviator once said that
the greatest thrill he ever got in his
life was in the critical moments of
a hotly contested chess game.
Only lovers of the ancient game can
appreciate that remark fully. Others
will doubt that such slow poke"
game as chess could have any mo-
ment as exciting as flying over a bat
tie front.
Yet, after all, the aviator had play
ed both games and knew what he was
talking about. The thrill is expe-
rienced in the mind, and the reactions
of the mind constitute the game.
That is why radio proves a thriller
to many. 1t possesses the power to
raise the blood pressure, much as
aviation or an exciting game of chess.
Recently a crystal set owner got a
hold of tube set and started out
to explore the ether. Hear him tell
"I turned the dial slowly. 1 wasn't
much impressed. 1t wouldn't mean a
thing to me If ] got a distant station.
That was what l had said, and 1t was
what 1 meant. Then l hit something.
jiggled this and that, got the sig
mails cleared up, and realized it was
or convention of some kind. After
a while came the announcer.
1T was WBZ, Springfield. Mass, /
had hit the first crack out of the box
You fans who. get California may
smile at my simple enthusiasm, but
will sympathize as you recall like
moment. 1 suddenly realized that my
heart was beating furiously.'
X
The so-called Irish bulI' has long
held a corner in the hearts of those
who like clean fun.
Two men were watching a neigh
Dor screen his house.
"He is making a mighty good job
Of It," said one.
he certainly Is, Tepl1eQ the OInGT.
1T have just one objection said
the first. HE has his screens nailed
in. If he wants to lean out the sec
ond-story window he will have to 20
down stairs and walk out the back
door"
You are corduly invited to see
The Princess in the Tulip by the
Simpson Opera Co. Friday. IS mi. to
o'clock. P. S. Please do not forgit
ticket
Such was the invitation which
brought back memories of childhood
days to residents in a certain neigh
borhood last week
The play was given in a basement,
following much ado over the col
lection Of tickets. You were given
your ticket. but you had to have 1T, or
out you went.
May was the bright particular star
Of the opera company" in the role
Of q fetching white tulip who could
dance, but got bashful at the last
moment and would not.
There was Charles and Helen and
Caroline and Ted and all the other
performers. There were no Zines"
but none were needed by the versatile
actors, such is the imagination of
childhood.
CHARLES E. E.~TRACEWELL.