Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

Page scan 000529 from Best broadcasts of 1938-39

Record Details:

Title:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Date:
1939
Publisher:
New York : Whittlesey House
Volume:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Leaf #:
000529
Language:
English
Collection:
Books and Broadcasting & Recorded Sound
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
May 30, 2024
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SEEMS RADIO IS HERE TO STAY Music. — Passage similar in spirit to the eerie variation which concludes Holst’s “Planets.” Whitman. — {On filter mike) I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue. And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels. Music. — Up and out. Narrator. — You call these wonders, Whitman? Well, they are. And we’ll agree They put to scorn most all machinery. And yet no field mouse in Vermont, by his own talents. Ever squeaked a squeak Heard with distinctness in Australia. Nor has a cow of any breed Devised a means of mooing in a three-way conversation With two other cows in distant pasture lands. Here is machinery for you, Walt, To tickle the imaginings of all the poets in the world. We speak now of the innards of this Radio; The dials, filaments, and microphones. The crystals, coils, and rheostats and rectifying tubes And towers that inject the sky With certain ectoplasms: And there where you sit listening, O Listener, The sentinels inside your set Selecting, sifting strands of ether, letting pass That only which it pleases you to hear. Let’s see the gods do better. Dare they vie With engineers of radio ? Ho ho. It is to laugh. The fulminating thunderclaps of Jove SOS