The Washington times., 1935-08-17

portrait Of Betty-done from mem.
ory.
"Why, son." he said. "This is
q lovely thing"
ut is a lovely subject" Vane
corrected.
The eyes Of the two men met,
and then Cyrus K. once again
reached out and grasped the hand
Of his companion.
''I'm with you-all along the
line" he told him. "And you Just
keep up your courage. Well win
get me, son? Wen win, in every
way!"
Vane laughed boyiShly.
"1t's great to know that you are
with me, sir" he said. But even
though you may win, I never can. "
"So?" Cyrus K. raised his eye
brows. $50? Well, we won't argue
the point. After all, that is out
side my province. But it's a wise
detective that knows his own fam
lily. Don't forget that, son, don't
forget that!"
Cyrus K. went from the Tombs
to his other experimentation
the SomberneSs of uniform, small,
barred cells to the strangeness Of
cells Of different sizes, with glass
cubicles, through which people
peered as though at animals in a
ZOO; cells that suddenly opened
to admit chattering, geSticulating
men, carrying fantastically shaped
instruments. These men would
arrange chairs and sit in a pre-
arranged formation, and then one
lone man, sometimes wild Of hair,
would stand before them holding
aloft, as though in menace, q
small wooden stick.
All the seated men with the
strange instruments would gaze at
this lone man in sheep-like at
tention-the small stick would rap
upon the side Of a stand, and, at
the signal, music would fill the
air, and the observer would realize
that he was witnessing q rehearsal
Of q radio broadcast.
The halls Of this huge building
where Cyrus K. now found him
self were glutted with hurrying
humanity. The snatches of con-
verSation that caught his ear
might have been in a language as
unknown as that used on Mars.
when are you on?"
"Is the sponsor here?"
"It's a shame, they put the an
nouncement in right where the
best part Of the program should
have BEEN"
"Hey, there's Nick Kenny!
Hello, Uncle Nick, you old salt! I
hear you are making personal ap-
pearanceS noW-and are you wow
ing them-juSt ask me?"
"Sure he's milk fed. Doesn't he
sound like it? That's why he got
the job"
"she's good. that's why she lost
the job"
Everybody that wasn't a yes
man got the gate-Sure!"
A harried-looking man passed
and said:
you've got three minutes, Miss
jenkins, and you're on the air"
And 50 Cyrus K. walked into
the office Of the president Of one
Of the largest radio stations in the
world.
A fourteenth secretary asked
Mantel what he wanted. Cyrus K.
quietly gave his name, and the girl
was Immediately galvanized into
action.
1.-THE television?" she said. eyes.
I'll have Mr.. James Of the press
department show you right up
there"
She gazed at Cyrus K. out Of
large blue eyes.
"Oh! wish I had my auto
graph book here" she murmured,
Cyrus K. walked through the
labyrinth Of opaque black boxes,
electric switches, hidden wires,
and cryptic symbols-blared at
from the four corners by the
blatant voices Of loud speakers,
Shrilling music or drama or static,
"Of course, you can't hear the
television program in here" the
press boy told him. This is just
radio" He laughed. "Out in the
hall you can't hear anything else
but television," he added.
"Let me understand you," said
Cyrus K. what do you mean,
hear televiSion?"
Sound and sight," said the boy
Succinctly. Here we are. Quiet
please. There's q program on
This is the television studio"
He ushered Cyrus K. into q