Don's other life (1944)

Page scan 0006 from Don's other life

Record Details:

Title:
Don's other life
Date:
1944
Publisher:
Kay McNeill
Volume:
Don's other life.....
Leaf #:
0006
Language:
English
Collection:
Broadcasting & Recorded Sound
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
May 02, 2025
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OH KAY! YOU TELL EM (OR ONE IN A MILLION) There are millions of happy families in these United States. The McNeills are one of these. Rut all American families don’t have books written about them. Of course, the bread winners in most families work at least eight hours a day, garden or golf for relaxation, and enjoy the companionship of friends and neighbors after hours. That is where the McNeills differ. You must know by this time that my only means of support is to stand from 8 a. m. to 9 a. m., six mornings a week, in front of a Blue Network microphone in the Chicago Merchan¬ dise Mart studio. I don’t do too much gardening and I seldom play golf. Our friends and neighbors avoid us after ten o’clock in the evening. "Well, this is a queer family,” you say. ”He must be a strange creature to live with. How do poor Mrs. McNeill and the children stand it?” And, your remarks are echoed by millions of other Breakfast Club fans. It would bardly do for me to expose the routine which has been the source of so much happiness to us in the last eleven years. You’d be inclined to think it was another Breakfast Club gag. I have the notion, though, that you will listen to Mrs. McNeil — Kay. I’ve been doing it for years.