New Britain herald., 1926-09-09
Through the Static

There's one thing that's begin ming to get on our nerves and that's that confounded buzz, without which no evening lately has been complete. Honestly, friends, it's the most idotic noise we have ever had the pleasure of listening to and 1t grad ually gets the best of ones good nature. It's been running wild now for the past several weeks and ex- cellent evenings have been turned into "A Night in the London Fog" |" through its efforts. We'll say one thing; 1t is successful.
 
 If the lighting company can't find the trouble, who can?
 We're blamed sure we can't
 All in all, we were plain disgusted with last nights efforts.
 They didn't please a-talli
 Oh, yes! There was static, but it was a minor obstacle, something like the rainstorm during the Johnstown flood. There was so much of every thing else that we didn't mind it. Fading also added its bit just to make sure that we wouldn't be en- tirely comfortable. There was a heavy sea on at most stations. WTIC was the only station that came through entirely unhampered. Mind you, we could have brought in any quantity of stuff if we had tried very hard, but our idea of pleasant evening is decidedly NOT sitting in front of a loud speaker from which issue noises that. would put the Bronx zoo and the dangerous ward at some insane asylum to shame. Not for us. Some folks can sit and listen to a shower of static all evening and like it, but 1t doesn't appeal to us.
 Of course we heard WIZ, where the Imperial Imps were doing their best to work against the difficulties In our neighborhood. Where Did You Get Those Eyes?" was their last effort. WIZ could have acted better if 1t had tried very hard.
 Thank everything that's good that the conditions we had weren't gen. eral throughout the city, that is, as far as that buzz went. Because If thew had been the papers would have full of nasty and ill-planned tragedies this morning.
 Mind you, we don't say that the buzz is caused by the street lights, but at exactly the moment that the street lights flicker into action, that noise starts, so you can draw your own conclusions and see if you win a prize for art work.
 The Jongleurs and the Unknown Troubadour received a great deal of our attention, partially because we wanted to hear them and partially because we couldn't help ourself. They were on a trip to Meriden and they played a group of high class se- lections such as Why Do You Roll Those Eyes?" Wasn't It Nice?" and "Hug-a-Bye," or maybe it wasn't that. but it sounded like it. Next week the group will go on its last trip, to New Haven. At that time the names of one and all, including that of the Unknown Troubadour, !" who will probably turn out to be Charley Ponzi, or Joseph Miltuck- iebfmcz. janitor at the Hartford Nutmeg Manufacturing Co.
 We come to the decision that we'll use this column for something else, at least until conditions get better. So if any of you want Advice to The Lovelorn," or some good recipes just write in.
 WPG, Atlantic City, sounded as if the broadcast was being done in a heavy sea. A dance orchestra was playing - ha-ha. (decidedly dirty laugh). At WIS, Chicago, another dance orchestra was playing (second dirty laugh). At WIZ the Hotel As tor dance orchestra was playing (sneer) and We managed to hear Animal Crackers" Can you imagine wasting perfectly good power and slightly worn patience on anything like that. It's like hauling in an old shoe when you finally get a bite.
 
 We say, hurray for WTIC!
 
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