Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)

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WAUHILLAU LaHAY Recalls "Those Good THAT TIME-WORN old cliche, one big happy family, isn't a cliche at all when I think about those old days at WHB. And I'm lucky enough to relive them often here in New York when I run into Jack "Sonny" Grogan and Kay Storm and Jack Wilcher and Lou O'Connor Wilcher and a lot of other ex-WHB-ers. The first thing I always think of is my first show, "The Gadabout." I was scared simple. Bingham and Wells, the two blind pianistssingers, were on the show with me and the boys knew I was in the throes of a terrible case of mike-fright. Just before airtime, Virge turned around and "looked" at me and said, "Honey, if you get scared, just look at me and I'll wink at you." That shocked me back to normal and, I think and hope, the program went over. At least it stayed on the air all the time I was in Kansas City. Virge always fascinated me. He knew every one of us by our steps. He'd call out the phone number you had just dialed. He could remember everybody's key — even on "Staff Frolic." I used to tag around after him to watch him amaze others as he did me. As a matter of fact, it's a wonder I ever wrote all those thousands upon thousands of programs and announcements. I don't see how I ever had the time because I was so busy watching and listening to Harl Smith's band and begging Loru Bailey to sing "I Didn't Know What Time It Was" and asking Sol Bobrov to play "African Lament" and shooting the breeze with Vera Cottingham at the switchboard and playing "battleship" with Mouse Straight and Ann Campbell and listening to Dick Smith's newest stories and dreaming up tricks to play on Russell Pratt. But write 'em I did — and was on most of the programs I wrote. I well remember the night at the Muehlebach Plantation Grill that Don Davis introduced me to a Major Glueck. "You're our new home economist," said Don, "and this is your sponsor." In no time at all, I was wearing a longer dress and a hair net and lecturing to three hundred women on how to boil water! "Mrs. Bliss and Her Magic Kitchen" was the program's legit title, but nobody but nobody at WHB ever called it anything but "Mrs. Blitch and Her Magic Kissin' "! And I learned to cook, by gum! The memories come in flashes . . . one of the "Girls of the Golden West" who always wore gold sandals to the studio . . . the day DOROTHY ★ WAUHILLAU I was making an announcement and proclaimed that "WHB broadcast from sun-up to dawn every day" . . . Norvell Slater's wedding with the kids in the studio (Ruth Lyons at the piano) broadcasting the nuptial music . . . the name and character of "Betty Gay" I created for a hosiery shop chain — now their "trade mark" . . . Herb Cook, "The Oklahoma Joy Boy" and the Three Little Words . . . Russ Pratt and I, both unable to carry a tune, joining serious Jess Kirkpatrick, to his sur DOROTHY LAMOUR AND HERRIE KAY ai the MUEHLERACH GRILL