Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)

Record Details:

Title:
Swing
Date:
Jan-Dec 1953
Publisher:
Kansas City : WHB Broadcasting Co.
Volume:
Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)
Leaf #:
00088
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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BETTOR ENGLISH for J HUNTERS, FISHERMEN and POKER PLAYERS By JAMES L. HARTE A FEW weeks ago I received an invitation from a friend of mine to attend a small get-together at his apartment. There, occupied with cocktails and small talk, someone suggested a game of cards. Because of the ladies, I expected bridge or Canasta or, at long odds, some style of rummy. Imagine my surprised delight when the wife of the host said : "Why not play draw poker?" That affair led me to an investigation which unearthed that, despite such fads as gin and Canasta, poker is still America's top indoor sport. But, shades of Gentle Annie!, the ladies have stolen this once great heman game! It is no longer the exclusive property of men-only clubrooms, pool-hall backrooms, cellar sanctuaries and other spots long glorified by draw, straight stud, seven-card stud, and such varieties of poker as are indulged in by the male element alone. No, no; for the ladies have brought poker to the parlor. But take heart, friends and fellow sufferers, for what was once our exclusive property may well come back to us because the femmes are failing; they can't or won't learn the language of the game, without which the color is gone. So the fair lassies may soon be the outcasts of flat poker! LET'S go bc'.ck to the evening that started all this. Draw poker, fivecent limit, and I had little luck for several uneventful hands. On the next deal my cards turned out to be four spades and one heart. The pot was opened, I played along, and drew one card: the King of spades, giving me a King-high flush. Betting progressed, with several raises engineered by myself and the hostess who, likewise, had drawn but one card. Finally, it was the two of us, and I called. The lady put her cards on the table, face up. "I have five diamonds, with the 10 high," she said, "That's a flush, isn't it?" It was a flush. Mine, King high, topped hers. I spread it out before me,