New Britain herald., 1926-07-10
Through tie Static

Last night was one to make the gods moan. We moaned, for one There was static all evening, begin ming at some unknown time in the afternoon. This static wah as in sidious as the we'll known halitosis and we couldn't duck it all evening. It filled every nook and cranny and we couldn't get rid of 1t. No station was free from it and it nearly ruined WJzs program, so strong was it.
 Along about o'clock we took q walk through the neighborhood and, since windows and doors were open, We could hear radio sets in the houses We passed. And don't forget it, other folks were having their troubles. We remember one place in particular. Music could be heard, but together with the music there was the most insistent buzz we have ever listened to. We used to think we were bad off, but that poor fel- low was just plain out Of luck for the evening. Static was on ram page generally.
 We listened to WJZ, New York, early in the evening, when George Olsen went on the air. The static came through beautifully with the station and, although the voices of the announcer and George Olsen ploughed right through the mess, the dance music was considerably both cred by the racket which became almost continuous at times. Bye, Bye Blackbird" was one of the numbers, the well known trio sing ing the chorus. In fact, the trio sang the chorus to nearly every number they played last evening. Norman Brokenshire is apparently on his vacation since Milton J. Cross acted as station master dur ing the program. He succeeded in carrying to the radio audience the air of good fellowship which also dominates these programs. "Barce- Iona another of those numbers patterned after Valencia" was played and there were several of those Moon" numbers, Love Moon" and two or three others. The orch estra didn't sound very loud, our i'm precision being that 1t was too far from the mikes, or something.
 $n hear the famous Red" Allen speak from WTIC. Hartford, and we just marked time until 7:45 o'clock, when he was scheduled to go on the air. We were somewhat disappointed, not in what he had to say. but ill his voice. He doesn't sound at all like the motor cop whose activities in Hartford have made every motorist careful while in that city. The slogan, paraphrase Of the title of one Of James Whitcomb Riley's fa- nous poems, used to be. Red Allen surell get you, ef you don't watch out" apparently. But last night he didn't sound like the fellow who has struck fear into the hearts of thousands. We rather expected him 10 be a gruff individual with a bark ing voice. Instead Of that his voice was rather low and just a bit un- certain and he seemed just as or dinary as can be.
 There seemed to be quite Q roar or rather a rushing noise, when his talk was being broadcast. He was in- terviewed by the city editor of the Hartford Times" who asked him leading questions, tending to bring out his opinions regarding driving and safety. We couldn't help but marvel at the ease with which the replies came and we thought that if all interviews were like that, news paper work would be greatly simph- fed. Sergeant Allen, for he isn't q motor cop any longer, had an ex- cellent story 10 tell and, although it was plain that he was reading his remarks. they were none the less ef- fective. And we liked him, too, be- cause he seemed just tritie aWed at the fact that he was broadcasting. The closing question was. And, Ser geant Allen, is there any sure way in which a motorist can escape q motor cop when one is chasing him 2" Yes" ans Sergeant Allen, there is one sure way to escape q motor cop when he is chasing you and that is" Sorry, fellows, broke in Hanford Billings, "hut your time is up." And that's how he in terview ended. We could just sec