NAEB Newsletter (Feb 1947)

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TI-E JEGRETMY’S PAGE Memo from Radio City If you think you are tired, and who isn’t — if you feel that the Job you're doing doesn’t c oiie up to the high standards of commercial radio — if you’re a bit sorry for yourself, and we all are at times — read this. I happened on it on a back page of the New York Times, but it never received the j^eneral press and trade paper coverage it deserved. ’’Chicago, Jan. 20 — Dr. Lee DeForest, ’father of the radio’ says he harbors not the slightest tinge of bitterness because he failed to reap financial rewards commensurate with the tremendous benefits his invention of forty years ago brought to mankind. "But of present-day broadcasting, the 73-year-old scientist wonders ’if our simian ancestors had any conception that ages later such monkey chatter as tliey originated could some day be transformed into the essentials of livelihood’. "As vigorous and alert as a man many years his Junior, Dr. DeForest talked calmly today about the future of atomic energy, radar and television. "l(’«hat have you gentlemen done with my Child? He was conceived as a potent instrumentality for culture, fine music, the uplifting of America’s mass intelligence. You have debased this child, you have sent him out on the streets in rage of ragtime, tatters of Jive and boogie woogie, to collect money from all and sundry for hubba and hubba and audio Jitterbug. ’SCAP OPERAS," MYSTERIES HIT "'You have made him a laughing stock of intelligence, surely a stench in the nostrils of the gods of the ionosphere; you have cut time into tiny cube lets, called shorts (more rightly stains), v/herewith the occasional fine prot,ram is periodically smeared with impudent insistence to buy or try. ’.’’The nation has no soap, but soap opera without end or sense floods each household daily. "’Murder mysteries rule the waves by night and children are rendered psychopathic by your bedtirB stories. "’This child of mine has been resolutely kept to the average intel¬ ligence of thirteen years. Its national intelligence is maintained moronic, as though you and your sponsors believe the majority of listeners have only moron minds. Nay, the curse of his conimercials has grow'n consistently more cursed, year by year.’" pass this on to your staff -- put it on the air -- have it reprinted in t?ie station bulletin -- get it out to the school publication, or for that matter, any other MIorris S. Novik Executive Secretary publication, January 29, 1947 Room 5052 30 Rockefeller Plaza New York, New York