Evening Star Newspaper, January 9, 1927, Page 101

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—GRAVURE SECTION—JANUARY 9, 1927. A Radio in the Home By W. E. Hill pyright. 1925 by the Chicazo Tribune Syndicate Meet the man who used to say he wouldn't have a radio around for a million dollars. No, siree, you wouldn’t catch him listening to a lot of cheap trash over the radio! Now he’s be- come one of those distant station bugs and never listens to any- § H ‘s i 3 % i i s static? Why, it hasn't nearly as much as most = e s HoRRr Ty : 2 . thing but the name of the broadcasting station. He's in great _“You think our radio has much static? ¥y A8 Arly as (-a,,~;] z:, );g':,r‘h“:\"“;,‘“"“p\%:; ;‘,gg h:,:,::oypel\l\]:‘;; f:;a‘?:r r."{,‘:fi) luck tonight. Has three stations at once. A band, a sermon radios }}:ave! Some ;a.'";’l.‘e’ e \'elrly SERsIive '°fic""’§"§m °ff ‘h,”’.".‘_'ad'ofi Thcy regard e aRaomach A ']’riplb NET Th)e el 8 and a concert by the Chipped Beef Boys. The other night he |£I.‘muc‘ ' as an only child is regarded, and at the first hint of criticism they are on the 3 E e Y 3 got a Hawaiian orchestra and told the neighbors he'd connected EEICHOvE with Honolulu. I Broadcasting the recitation. This will give you The after-dinner concert. A radio seems to break the ice every time. People who are glum and tongue-tied begin L & some idea of what you're missing by not being to think of all sorts of nice things to talk about as soon as the radio gets under way. Many there are who say that ‘;g,}hCgl’,{:l}ll)_la25?;22?,5l:}’;'a:"::;]m:‘],,cu‘:‘(.}” \irh(:x)n |:.::c able to see as well as hear. “Well,” Mrs. Olive P. the American speaking voice is being ruined by the radio—from having to shout back and forth across a roomiul enjoy;d the program will confer a great favor Rogue, the well known reader, is microphoning. of sound from, say, the Saucepan Boys (broadcasting from the Ginsberger Saucepan Works at Wink, Ohio). The radio on everybody concerned if they will write “OI' Marse Duck, he come ’long ‘bout den, and he is a great invention, however, and a great addition to the American home. “Really,” little Mrs. Slaughter is saying, and say so. It will mean so much says, 'Who dat dar?’ And ol Uncle Warthog, “I don’t know how I ever got along without our radio. There never used to be a bit of string in the house, but i : he answer back, *Ain’t nobody dar; who is you? " nowadays I can always fall back on that lovely gold tape that came with the outfit!” “Good heavens, Mary, he’s going to turn off the lights again!” "It's an awful incon- venience to the reading public, this pander- ing to the sentimental radio fans. “Folks,” broadcasts station WOOF, “suppose we all turn down the lights and get real cozy while little Ignora ‘Rafferty, the 5-year-old Sophie Tucker, sings us that homely old ballad so dear to the hearts of all music lovers, ‘You're More Like a Daddy to Me.'” Francie lives in the country and misses out on a lot of social life that city children have So when the announcer irom station BOOP said that all children who, had birthdays on a certain day and would write in about it would be given a birthday party over the loudspeaker, Francie was just wild with anticipation. Francie is waiting for her name to be broadcast, and, oh, the howl that will go up if it should be left out!