Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1948)

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The value of radio? Entertainment is one answer, education another. And Father Patrick Peyton can prove that there's a third It couldn't be done, t ill Father Peyton did it: iters whose time n measured in gold |ive it. for nothing, to the dramatic production) ••! Father Peyton*! liiiniK Theater. Mutual contributes the tune Tours., 10 p.m. i mi Charles Boycr and Ethel Burrymore are two of the busy Itorfl who make lime to cooperate with Father Peyton. A YOUNG Irish-born priest cherished a memory, a dream, and a faith. And through the radio program these inspired, he has proved that miracles — even in this materialistic age of ours — can happen in I) V men's hearts. They are miracles wrought by family prayer, the cause to which The Family Theater, presenting first-rate drama with starstudded casts, is dedicated. R 0 B B I N *^ne P1"0^1"301 nas received thousands of let ters attesting that the memory, the dream, the faith are bearing fruit. The Family Theater, combining prime entertainment with spiritual COONS values and omitting preachments, is helping to restore prayer as a vital force in listeners' homes and lives. Father Patrick Peyton, C. S. C, remembered his old home in Ireland, where family prayer was "as normal as suppertime" and shed its beneficent glow on his growing-up. He dreamed of reaching millions with the message of the power of prayer — prayer which FAMILY is not merely a Sunday thing for inside churches but also an every-day habit inside the heart and home, as much a part of daily life as eating, sleeping, working. He believed, with a sublime faith strengthened by his own experience, that such prayer could lighten human burdens, uplift men's hearts, save tottering homes, forestall adult as well as juvenile delinquency. And so, through his efforts, was bom The Family Theater, heard over Mutual on Thursdays at 10 P.M. (EDT). This, then, is the inspiring story of Father Pat and his' phenomenally successful program which, unsponsored and non-commercial, commands the services of Hollywood's greatest stars to sell a spiritual commodity, the power of prayer. As virtually anyone who's tried can tell you. it is essential to know the ropes if you would make your place in radio. The beginner's paft is strewn with thorns, nails, ground glass and PRAYS TOGETHER carloads of hard commercial facts, and heartless hucksters lie in ambush at every turn. You wish, for instance, to persuade Bing Crosby to take the air for you. You've half lost already. Bing's a busy fellow. He has movies to think about, and his own radio show, and benefits, and his ranch, and his family. "Oh, you couldn't possibly get Bing," you'll be assured. Father Pat in his zeal didn't think about all this. He is a huge broth of a man, six feet four, 207 pounds, now aged forty years, sandy-haired, pink-faced, and by some accounts naive. To begin near the beginning, one day in 1945 Bing Crosby took a telephone call from New York. "Bing," said the voice, "I'm a Catholic priest from Albany and I want you to do something for Our Lady." "Certainly, Father." said Bing. And on Mother's Day that year, at 7 A. M., Bins Crosby went (Continued on page 86)