Judge — August 26, 1922 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Voice from under car—lIsn’t breakfast nearly ready? I the personal contact, he had to kes register on the fa The situation itselt is not de- es of his listeners. void of comedy. I UT if the man transmitting feels this out it, how do the 300,000 feel at the other end of the wire—no, that’s not right—well, at the other end of the ether waves (which, I believe isn’t right, either, but you will grasp the intention)? After all, the comic orator, the preacher, the story-teller, can always line up the janitor, the office boy, the station 1 tangible audienc nd they'll doubtless stand a good cep their jobs. But the 300,000 and rubber ear muffs, huddled i chairs at the end of their antennie all over this broad land, and aiting the evening’s cultural dispensa- tion from the blue, how are they going to feel this personal cont How are they going to feel the speaker behind his words, the singer behind his song? ‘The orator of old gauged his success by whether or not his audience sat spellbound and forgot to fidget and cough. If he held them, it was a triumph of his personal magnetism. Let somebody else read the exact words he uttered, and they would have made no impression, (Sometimes, we fear, they would have made no sense.) But how is the orator to keep his radio audience, who cannot see him, from removing their ear d going down to raid the ice t any rate from switching into X¢ and combing a bit of jazz out of the atmos- phore? . This is a pretty problem. One solu- tion might be for him to have something to say, but a consultation of rac grams leads us to fear that it is no practical one. Something else will have to be developed—some method to pro- ject the personality through the air, to through the blue. We a way out, but naturally we are not telling it here. The secret is too valuable. Then again, we may never tell wearing anybody. Occasionally, when liste in, the thought of what the personalities behind those stories and speeches must be like fills us with a resolve tc a deep hole out behind the barn, and bury our secret forever. 1 reports that his + is missing, has probably run the country. Usu; knickerbockers, but for pury guise may be in female attire. ly wears sof dis- scolded the irate “For goodness 4 sked her husband for in the fifth Sunday to accompany her to church, “the neighbors will soon be talk- ing about us as they did about poor Mr. and Mrs. Jones. The only time they went out to- gether was when the gas stove ex- ploded. tat Crawford— The damp weather is blamed for the plague of mos- quitoes. Crabshaw— It’s more likely the way the lit -a I’m as hungry as a bear! k - * * Jus ing Judge—Now, then, G tell the jury eal just exactly what happenes ee George ky jedge, Ah ain't ir gonna confess! tak wee tir “T have saved the country billions.” ma “Nix on that) stuff, Senator. What your district wants is appropriations.” Rnd Jasper—He started business on a shoe- 1 string. a Gas per—Very true. Tt got untied and wil he tripped; and he received 00 from mms an accident insurance company. the flee me thi mi tle dames are Me dressing. — Lox \ at all the bait in : ight. ha se casts tiv Rub Is_ this Br real bee ne Dub—It you th loes it “My, isn’t the ocean breeze stimulating?” ho “Yes, it must come from beyond the three-mile limit.” sm sei comicbooks:com