Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-05-04
RADIO FAN FARE
Every Radio Noise Makes a
Job for Somebody-'Dad''
Pickard a Southerner.
BY ALMA SUE sCARBERRY.

When every neighbor on the court
seems to be holding private radio
endurance contest
And when every turn of the dial
brings falsetto warbling of the new
est in heart blah-blah- -
And when every little air wave seems
to be loaded with static
Remember. every one Of those awful
noises means job for somebody. It's
an Ill wind that blows nobody meal
ticket.
According to the Radio Manufac-
turers' Association there are 100000
employed In radio in America today, as
compared with 100000 five years ago.
That Is in the manufacturing end.
N. B. c. alone employs 1904, not in
Guiding artists. It has 60 staff musicians
and 200 artists under contract in New
York City.
o. B. S. employs over $50. A modest
estimator admits that about q half
million more people would be tramping
the streets looking for work If 1t
werent's for Mike"
So give the old boy a great hand.
He's noisy, but he's not all air.
And speaking of static
Have you read that interesting yarn
of the business schools and colleges
training their typists to music, and
having regular orchestras?
One set of tappers represents the
drum, another the fiddle!
They say as how it's quite musical
and makes work mere trtf1e.
First thing you know some typewriter
company will come on the air with an
hour Of keyboard jazz!
Now there's an idea!
Little Lizzie Secretary and her charm
ing stenos will
Play for you on the Incompatible type
writer-Love,
Your Spell Is Everywhere
Static with a rhythm!
Elaborate preparations are under way
to make Smoky joe Martins appear
ance before the mike" Tuesday night
realistic. The veteran New York fire.
man will enter the studio to the accom-
paniment Of Screeching fire sirens and
changing gongs. If he doesn't think
he's at real fire and start cussing at
the firemen he will relate the high
lights of his 46 years as smoke-eater.
The N. B. C.. arranged the broadcast
after Smoky joe" few weeks ago,
passed out" at a fire for the first time.
Hope he doesn't get mike" struck
and do another fade-out.
And now comes Phil Cook, who fills
the air every week day morning with
songs and chatter, with an announce
ment that radio fan mail doesn't
knock"
rive had nearly 10000 letters every
week for several weeks" Believe 1t Or
Not" Phil insists, land only 80 said ]
was terrible"
radio artists and they bear out his
theory that If the entertainer isn't
care how punk he Is.
big Boy' and "Dickey." the singing
canaries, who actually carry a tune,
have become misunderstanding are
breaking in q friend and hope to have
trio before long. Miss Elizabeth Free
man, owner of the birds, and Olga
Serlis, director of the Parnassus Trio,
keep watchful eyes and ears on the am
bilious youngster as Big Boy" and
"Dickey" show him how it's done.
Miss Freeman taught her two orig
inal singers to keep time to music by
placing their cages before radio speak
ers. The new artist, however, isn't SO
smart, and the personal instruction has
resulted.
Obed dad" Pickard, whose back
wood melodies from Chicago set your
feet tapping every Friday night, Is q
real Southerner. His drawing, good
natured type Of Tennessee hill-billy
chatter Is fast becoming one Of the lost
languages. His only ambition since the
Spring sun warmed the buds in the
parks to life is ito get week of and
60 back down yonder for a big mess uh
hawgs and cohn pone."
A palsied, trembling Civil War vet
eran, trying to carry his STOPPING frame
erect, presented himself to Eddie Thor
gerson, chief N. B. G. announcer, for q
place on the staff. His chief qualifica-
ton was the proud assertion that he
was "the youngest soldier in the Union
Army"
(Conyright. 1880, By North American News
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