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January, 1931
RADIO DOINGS
Page Nineteen
Paul Roberts
Tenor
It's a good thing you can see the picture for yourself, or you wouldn't believe me. It's also a good thing that when she sings no one can see her, for if they could, she would be classed a burning menace to the tranquility of mankind.
Pryor Moore
Conductor
Young enough to be saucy and old enough to be sensible. Five feet eight, brown eyes, easy smile, dresses with careful indifference. He loves sentimental ballads, preferably well aged. He's a swell cook. Detests Robert Hurd, but don't tell Robert.
Helen Clive
Soprano
Solidly routined and most versatile musician. If he wore a beard, was rude and had an accent, he would rise very high. But he is smooth shaven, cordial and genial. Looks as if he had never been foolish enough to resist temptation.
Cactus Kate
Stenographer
Looks like Friar Tuck made up to act a business man. Endless repetoire of quartet music that can and endless repertoire of quartet music that can not be sung. The last authority on raisins and specific gravities.
George Liebling
Pianist-Composer
Blue mascara, orange rouge; breaks out into unexplainable little falsetto hums about Daddy and the blues, snaps her fingers and wiggles; all things are either "cute" or "goofy;" spells like Chaucer; a sweet little grasshopper — and winter coming on!
Paul Taylor
Baritone
One of the last giants of the Liszt group, he evokes something of the gracious and calm outlook on all things that distinguishes the true aristocrat. His fame and worth are so well established, that he can afford to unbend and crack roguish little jokes.
Looks — and acts — like a heroine of Sir Walter Scott, if his heroines had had brains as well as looks. A little too stately and quietvoiced for the approval of crooners and Flaming Youth.
Zhay Clark
Harpist
An insufferable prig, who thinks he knows everything and imagines himscH quite a sad rip with the ladies.
Jose Rodriguez
Writer of Editorial Review