Radio doings (Dec 1930-Jun1932)

Page Eighteen RADIO DOINGS January, 1931 On Your Right, Ladies and Qentlemen By JOSE RODRIGUEZ Gossip, in the radio world, seems to be as neeessary to our well-being as lipstick to a co-ed's. Perhaps it is a little unjust to specify "in the radio world," for gossip is such a universally accepted entertainment that it wouldn't be extravagant to paraphrase the history of mankind with the phrase "they were born, they gossiped and they died." Last month in Radio Doings, I indulged in some gossip that has been crowding my press-agent's chest for months. I told readers all about several radio personalities as they appear to the candid — if sometimes bilious — eyes of a station executive. Somehow, I not only got away with it, but succeeded in passing the censor with this second itemized list of radio favorites as I see them in KFI and KECA. So this second installment of official gossip leads off with: James Burroughs Tenor Almost white hair, lively young, lively manner. A positive danger to confidence men, burglars, defalcating bankers and impressionable movie actresses. Doomed to sing operettas and songs of light tenderness, he is a devout and fervent student of church music. He looks like a Hussar cadet, but composes masses and motets. Inspires women to the most motherly sentiments. Margaret Kintz-Duncan Pianist Nick Harris Detective and Spell-Bindei Plump and cheerful, grown so perhaps from reading intricate scores at first sight for capricious singers. Nothing worries or per' turbs her, as if indeed, what could worry or perturb anyone who accompanies Ravel songs at first sight? Thin, scholarly face, prince-nez glasses, sparse of build. Before he opens his mouth you say to yourself "Tottenham Court road, Picadilly, Plumstead Heath, Hounsditch, Petticoat Lane," so completely a Londoner is he. Still young, but has traveled more than the Wandering Jew. Harry Hall Assistant Program Director Happily married to a druggist, she is an incurable match-maker. Her giggle is also incurable. Fiercely loyal to her job — singing ballads. Living in an epoch of disillusion and skepticism, she nourishes a real belief in Santa Claus, the triumph of virtue, the might of truth and the veracity of salesmen. Tom Terriss Raconteur (High hat for story Small, slender, not a hair of his head out of place, not an incorrect crease in his immaculate clothing, his crayon-line mustache drawn with uncanny symmetry. Books programs with one hand, pirouettes tap-dances with both feet, holds off ten dozen artists with the other hand, and imitates Eddie Foy with the face — all at once. Baron Keyes The Story Man Helen Guest Balladist Tall, lanky, soft-spoken, he has the indefinable air of sharing secrets with King Oberon and Titania. (I hope you notice our erudition.)