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PAUL WHITEMAN AND HIS DANCE ORCHESTRA
Frequent performers before the microphone. Paul Whiteman's song, "Wonderful One," was written for a radio birthday party which he gave, in New York, for his mother in far-away Denver
songs. It didn't make any difference to them that the audience was scattered in all parts of the world, that in hundreds of homes, families had hooked up the old set and were listeningin. The boys were honestly enjoying what they were doing so that the inevitable reaction was that the audience enjoyed it too.
" The average professional is nervous for the first two minutes. He thinks of the vast audience — many thousands of people — hearing him. His reputation is at stake, for never has there been so large a crowd at entertainments as the radio has made possible. Then he thinks of one person out in this vast audience to whom he wishes to perform. Automatically he forgets the multitude who are listening-in, and works for that person alone. Frequently he does the best work of his career, for his thoughts are on the person far away to whom he is pouring out his soul."
The first show ever broadcasted was "The Perfect Fool" with Ed Wynn. Now, Ed Wynn, as everybody knows, is one of our funniest comedians. When he is on the stage, the audience keeps up a steady roar of laughter. It never occurred to him how close is the relation between an actor and his audience until "The Perfect Fool" company went to a studio to give the play by radio.
Ed Wynn approached the microphone gingerly. He looked at it suspiciously. The time came for him to perform, As with all professionals, he was a trifle nervous. The nervousness, however, wore off, but Wynn was appalled by the silence. He had told some of his best stories and had not even heard a snicker.
Wet with perspiration, he turned to the announcer. " I can't do anything," he said.
The announcer quickly assembled all the