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NORMAN BROKENSHIRE — CBS Announcer
jYTORMAN BROKENSHIRE began life as a $25-a-year man. He fired the stove in the village school, was promoted to bell-ringer, chief blackboard-eraser and flower-potter. It was his first job and he has had many others — a man’s chauffeur one day, his private secretary the next, and eventually master of ceremonies. Brokenshire is the bending and gracious gentleman who greets you nightly and sometimes twice nightly over t lie Columbia network with, “How do you do, ladies and gentlemen, how DO you DO !” More than fifty thousand fans, writing in, have popped back at him, “How do you do, yourself!” But a Brokenshire never wears out his welcome, never gives ground, never leans backward. A man doesn’t lean backward when he starts life by furnace-firing, bell-ringing and flower-potting. So Brokenshire is eternally the Sir Walter Raleigh of radio, ready to bend forward, sweep the floor with the cloak of an elegant manner. Young Brokenshire’s early ambitions wavered among the lives of fur trappers, mounted policemen and ski-jumpers. Unable to make up his mind, he became almost everything else. His father’s calling took him as a youngster to Cambridge, Mass., and Hallowell, Maine, where Norman turned the parsonage woodshed into a print shop. He did a spanking good business, running two other printeries out of work. The World War broke up the family. Norman became the shoe inspector, Boston high school boy, mechanic, under-age infantryman, Y.M.C.A. hut secretary, campaigner for the Inter-Church World and organizer for the Near East Relief. Then he was graduated from Syracuse University. He came to New York with an air reduction company, but craved expansion. So he read the want-ads every Sunday and answered a plea for an air announcer. It was at the old “Broadcast Central.” Four hundred others answered it, but Brokenshire was bowed in as one of “radio’s original four horsemen.” He since has been heard on all major stations end is famo1". for his ad libh;n'T in the studios and at notable events on the Atlantic seaboard. His studio size-up: six feet, one inch, 190 pounds, blue-grey eyes, black hair, ruddy clipped mustache, irrepressible — and bending and gracious.
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