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Don has only been late for the show three times — twice it was the train’s fault, and the third time it was a terrific blizzard, of which McNeill said “I opened the
front door, turned and waved goodbye to the wife and kid¬ dies, stepped out on the front porch, and disappeared for 20 minutes.” The only persons who arrived on time that morn¬ ing were Walter Blaufuss, the engi¬ neer and a bass player. By the time the show was threefourths over, there was finally a quo¬ rum of the cast present.
Bundling, eh?
Some of the persons, very important to Breakfast Club, but little known to its listeners are Sidney Strotz (now one of radio’s top executives) who insisted on hiring Don McNeill for Breakfast Club over the vetoes of his asso¬ ciates; the brave engineers and ditto producers, like Bob White, who sit in the control room throughout the hour; Virginia Holleman, secretary to Don and Jack, who has to listen to that stuff all day long; the personnel of the many radio stations carrying the program — managers, announcers, engineers, switchboard operators, etc., who are among our best boosters; the present big shots of the Blue Network in New York and Chicago, with special
bows to Ed Borroff, V.P., Jim Stirton, program manager, and Joe Hartenbower, demon salesman, who allow the show to go on its own sweet way; and the loyal fans who write week after week, year after year.
A SHUT-IN'S PRAYER
Last night the moon pulled anchor And sailed down the milky way And peeped into a sanatorium window Where a lonely shut-in lay.
Then the moon seemed to shine more brightly,
Each star seemed to nod its head,
And the world seemed all the more peaceful When they heard what the shut-in said :
“Dear Lord in Heaven, I earnestly pray to Thee. You’ll hear my prayer, now won’t you?
And lay a healing hand on me?
I trust I am not asking
Too much of your healing wealth,
When I so humbly ask of you To give me back my health.
Dear God, the world forgets me —
I’ve been a shut-in so very long,
I’m needing your love, dear Jesus,
I’ve still in my heart a song.”
The moon sailed on its journey The stars twinkled up above The shut-in drifted to dreamland —
What is greater than God’s love?
(Author Unknown)
Don: IIow is your car runnin’? Sam: Tirelessly. Tirelessly!
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