Radio Digest (Jan-Oct 1926)

February 27, 1926 RADIO DIGES T— Illustrated Solves Izzy's problem QVERYBODY Who Wants to Join C9 Blah Club at TVOAW, Omaha, Must Ride the Brindle Cow with the Tinkling Lavalliere. Membership now 35,000 and 25,000 on Waiting List DIZZY IZZY was serious. He had a Problem. Even to try to be a Radio clown and be compelled to worry along with a Problem on your neck is enough to make anyone serious. Things were always coming up and Dizzy Izzy had to put them down — or he would forget them. It made no difference that he had Mike at WOAW, Omaha, in front of him and all the Woodmen of the World back of him. There are lots of things in this world that stump even woodmen. And the Problem stumped Dizzy Izzy. Once he turned the "mikrophobia" upside down and stuck his finger against a hot wire when the Problem seemed to Present itself there. Four hundred sets went dead. Dizzy explained to a twisting audience that a crystal crab in Lincoln had snapped at the end of his finger and made the blood come. Still the Problem haunted him. It crept out of his subconscious mind at all sorts of inopportune times and shinned up the microphone stand like a diabolical imp to taunt and prod him. What was it ? What did it all mean ? WHAT was income tax, philosophy, ethics, poetry, breakfast, matrimony, world court, zero, music, the Einstein theory, higher mathematics, theology, static, 100 per cent, Eighteenth Amendment ? These questions all seemed to be a part of his Problem. They streamed through his mind as he nestled into a one-armed chair in Thompson's restaurant and drained the dregs of a loco weed sandwich. His_ meditations were interrupted. A freakish looking girl with long hair done up in the old-fashioned way and skirts that came an inch below her knees approached with a glass of milk and a Bismark. Without even noticing Dizzy, she settled down cozily in the harbor across the arm of his chair. She tilted her glass of milk and Dizzy noticed that her throat was as white as the fluid she drank — even whiter. Her long lashes "Kiss the cow and give her my regards, " wrote one "Boob" to Dizzy Izzy (right), chief potentate of the Blah club, WOAW, Omaha. \ ......... caressed her cheeks lovingly. Her slim, wax-like fingers had the daintiest tint of rosebud pink. Dizzy admired the classic elevation of her alabaster brow. Suddenly he felt a surging desire to speak to her — to confide in her, to ask her advice as to his Problem. Here was one who surely would understand. He licked the last drop of the loco weed sandwich from the bowl and turned tremblingly toward the young woman. 1