Evening star., 1937-01-09
A Plea for Aid Uttered by
A Troubled Star Reader
To the Editor of The Star:

10 the EditOr OF The star:
am not an ordinary reader writing
to the editor but desperado. My family
is split in two camps. am on one side
and the rest of the family on the other.
read your national and foreign news,
your editorial and the columnist pages.
My opponents read only the comics.
AS these are definitely segregated,
thanks to your sympathetic ingenuity,
the diversified interfamily tendencies do
not clash But, there exists condition,
a positive intruder, which wrecks this
ideal set-up. 1t is the radio. We all
like to listen to the programs as they
come every day. The trouble comes in
when we look for your radio schedule.
1t is never in the same place. All other
departments of your paper are definitely
organized except the radio program.
This seems to be the floating item, the
only one to my observation.
The daily visit Of your paper ut my
home is, to say the least, hilarious. This
is about what happens. It arrives
around 4:30 pm. The instant 1t is
dropped by a delivery boy on the porch
there is a scramble for 1t. Mrs. T. grabs
the comics. the children whiz through
what remains in search for the radio
program because Tom Mix, Jack Arm
strong, Singing Lady and Orphan Annie
are just about due. The children have
been listening to these exemplary pro-
grams for years, night after night, but
they simply will not remember the exact
time and stations for each. They simply
must look it up on your radio sheet.
Around 5 pm. I arrive home from
work. I find everything settled by then.
Mrs T. is reading the comics, the chill
dren are all ears to the radio, with the
program in front OF them, but the re-
mainder of the paper is scattered
from the porch through the living room,
dining room to the kitchen and back
again.
At home I am a man Of authority.
insist on my rights to gather the scat
tered pages, one by one, from room to
room, until my section Of the paper Is
back to its original order. I do that
every day and I do not mind it. The
trouble starts when thinking can settle
down to my feast I discover that the
Spanish news or the columnists' page is
in the children's possession.
Now. gentlemen know that you are
not interested in my family life. But
if mention the flying hair, torn breeches
and shredded neckties tmy contribution
toward the daily melee) and point to
you as the cause of it all, you should
at least admit to yourselves that you
are not a cementing influence upon the
life of at least this family of your
readers
In desperate effort to save the REM
nants OF my necktieS I appeal to you
to assign a definite place in your paper
for the daily radio program and. If dare
to make the suggestion, keep it as easily
segregated from my part of the paper as
possible. FRANCIS j. TARLOWSKI.
Editorial note: On the contrary, The
Star has every friendly interest in Mr..
Tarlowski's family affairs and is anxious
to do everything in its power to make
those affairs peaceable. prosperous and
happy It has adopted the practice Of
indexing the radio programs and other
features OF the paper to help readers find
them But to date there has been no
solution, unhappily, of the problem Gre
ated by juvenile reader-interest which
results in scattering the pages from room
to room. Mr.. Tarlowskis difficulties
elicit The Stars deep sympathy and un-
derstanding, and it is regretted that me-
chanical conditions prevent a "detach-
able" radio nrOpram)