Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)

Record Details:

Title:
Swing
Date:
Jan-Dec 1953
Publisher:
Kansas City : WHB Broadcasting Co.
Volume:
Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)
Leaf #:
00021
Language:
English
Subjects:
Radio broadcasting -- Missouri -- Kansas City -- Periodicals, Radio broadcasting -- Kansas -- Periodicals","WHB-AM (Radio station : Kansas City, Mo.) -- Periodicals","Kansas City (Kan.) -- History -- Periodicals","Kansas City (Mo.) -- History -- Periodicals","Cook Paint and Varnish Co. -- Periodicals","WHB Broadcasting Company (Kansas City, Mo.) -- Periodicals.
Collection:
Broadcasting & Recorded Sound
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
University of Maryland, College Park
Sponsor:
LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
The official magazine of Kansas City's WHB radio station, SWING printed far more than the station's schedule (which, as the title SWING suggested, relied heavily on music). From 1945 to 1953, SWING offered readers something eclectic every month -- profiles of entertainers on one page, discussions of citizenship in the postwar world on the next, with write-ups of nightlife offerings in KC, Chicago, and New York mixed in. WHB spent decades lobbying the FCC for clear channel status; the magazine's ambitious scope may have been part of the station's attempt to legitimate itself. But it was SWING'S first editor, Jetta Carleton, who later wrote a celebrated novel, that gave the magazine its distinctive style. -- Eric Hoyt, 2015
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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JAN found herself staring at the portrait again from the middle of the worn carpeted floor. From the first, the disapproving eyes of grand' mother Whitney had drawn her gage like a magnet. For a long time she had been promising herself that one day ishe would carry the offending paint' ing up to the attic and turn its strangely beautiful face to the wall. Now she was stepping up the ladder, reaching out with both hands to take the picture down. Then a slight frown concentrated her youthful features as she thought of Tim. "I can't do it," she whispered fiercely. "I just can't do it!" Her hands dropped away from the frame 'and she stepped back to the floor, glancing about the old fashioned parlor. This room had been lived in by Tim's father, and by his father's father. Tim was proud of it; he had intense pride in the whole house. LIVE Your Own LIFE She wanted to throw away the old furniture and take down the family portrait. But did she dare? By ADDIE JO SHARP How well Jan remembered the day when, hand in hand, the two of them first opened the massive front door^ and Tim had swept her up in his arms and over the threshold in a laughing and sentimental gesture. Sinking into the depths of the ancient cherry wood sofa, the girl lost herself in memory. Her childlike face with its frame of spun bronze was the sole note of brightness in the somber surroundings. Watching the shadows crowding each other into corners of the parlor, Jan shivered and pressed her ringless hands. There had been no money for rings . . . Newly deprived of both parents by sudden tragedy, Tim Whitney had rushed his bride of a few hours to the old homestead. There they had dug right in, trying to salvage what they could of the family fortune. Pridefully