Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)

Record Details:

Title:
Swing
Date:
Jan-Dec 1953
Publisher:
Kansas City : WHB Broadcasting Co.
Volume:
Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)
Leaf #:
00023
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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LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE IT alive she would have wanted Tim to marry someone like you, someone with an old family name." She reached up and with some effort lifted the large painting from the wall. "Well you two — ," suddenly a mas' culine voice cut in from the doorway. "What do you think you're doing?" Both girls started guiltily. The portrait fell from Jan's unsteady hands and went crashing to the floor. Grandmother Whitney glared up at the girl from the shattered fragments. Jan avoided the dark eyes of her husband, eyes so like those of the picture, as she managed in a small voice, "Why, Tim, dear, you're home early. Aren't you?" The young Whitneys looked at each other for a moment. Then Tim spoke, "You know, I've been wanting to do that for a long time. I never did like that picture of Gran — didn't do her justice." His voice was thoughtful. "I've been thinking for some time that we ought to clear out a lot of this old stuff and fix the place up a little. But you've always seemed so crazy about antiques . . . Hey, what's this?" He stooped and pulled a heavy brown envelope from behind the picture frame. "Why, honey, it's addressed to you." From her tall perch Jan took the envelope from his hand. It was addressed in a fine Spencerian hand to Mrs. Timothy Marsh Whitney the Third. Opening it carefully she read : "My dear: "When you read this note, I shall be gone and you will be living in my house. If you are the kind I hope my small Tim will marry, you will not be long in taking my portrait down. I never liked it, but Tim's grandfather would never allow it to be moved — like the rest of the things in this house. They were handed down from his mother, and I hope you will want to get rid of them as much as I did. Life belongs to the present, not to the past. Tim, I think, is like me. He will want you to be happy in your own way. The Whitneys' way was never mine, as I was of the theater. I never was able to adjust myself to this way of living. Live your own life, my dear,, and bless you. "Agatha Whitney. "P.S. In the envelope you will find my diamond. It will look pretty on your hand. I could never bring myself to give it to Tim's mother."