Evening star., 1929-12-15

II hNOW q SeQaCe raulO singer, en-
tomologist in his spare time,
Il golden lure for the gentler sex.
He gets more perfumed notes,
more impaSsioned outpourings from
yearning hearts than any man ]
know. His wife answers them dis
creetly, signing his name, and gently
discourageS the young things with
out hurting their feelings. Once asked
why he objected to publicity and why
he refused to have pictures taken. He
opened a drawer full of cream-colored
notes and blue and pink notes and
little cards with forget-me-nots on
them and little oddmentS, including an
embroidered pen wiper, sent him by
some feminine admirer.
1T would end all this" he said, "and
it would be a cruel disilluSionment for
these kids If let them know. con-
fess that I rather enjoy being a re-
mote, mysterious and inaccessible figure
of romance"
Flapper Leaves Hurriedly.
One night some guests being shown
through the studio were peering through
the little mezZanine window into the
soundproof broadcaSting room. Among
them was a charming, flapperiSh look
ing girl who might have been col
lege freshman. My friend was singing
into the microphone. A bright glare
was reflected from his bald head. The
girl asked who he was and was told
She gasped and turned pale.
Mother, I'm going" she said, and
she rushed out, followed by her mySti-
fled mother. thought I understood
in fact, thought could pick out her
particular pink note in my friends
desk. Late that night told my friend
about it.
I'm sorry" he said. 'It never oc-
so close to reality But you can see
why 1 am driven to deception. hate
to think of how these girls would feel
If they saw my picture in the paper.
The lapel of my coat always wears
out first. Everywhere I go somebody
is buttonholing me and telling me just
what the radio broadcasters ought to
do and how and why and when. ]
am impresSionable and take notes on
the backs of old envelopes and gas
bills. A symposium Of these notes reads
about like this:
Listen, you guys are all wet. You
deal too much of this heavy-hitting
stuff. Put on something hot. You got
too many professors and all these sad
birds that talk about politics and all
that junk. Give 'em more Of the old
honky-tonk-Give 'em-"
IT insist that radio is recreant to
every higher cultural impulse. It Is
true that Stravinsky has been played
but this is Just the first note of modern
music. My friend, Prof. Dlugasch, has
compiled a cycle of primitive Bulgarian
rhythms which would be tremendous
success on the radio, and they are an
astonishing vindication Of"
Team Up With Politicians.
Get this. You got a lot O. hams
working for you. Do you ever get a
first-class man like John McCooey OF
Dan Meehan on the air? Never! Get
somebody the people know. Team up
with some of these big politicians. They
know what the people want. Get some
cop in to tell about the policeman'S
annual ball. Throw out those dudes
and nanny singers and get something
with some inSideS in it!"
Really, think radio could en-
tighten the public tremendously on the
vital art movements of America"
"Mr. McNamee, desire only a mo-
ment of your time. You have no doubt
observed that DR.. L. o. Howard has
called attention to the fact insects will
some day conquer the world. Radio
can perform tremendous public serV-
ice"
Here is the stretcher bearer. Home
James.
There seems to be considerable inter
est in the question Of just what is the
proper Sunday program for radio broad
casting, which I have discussed pre-