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They Don't Look Like They Sound
by
Randolph Van UVoUrand
Stuart Buchanan Nan Vallon — In the Flesh
THE streets of Paris during the Revolution. Furtive conspirators meeting in hidden spots . . . the mob, as yet unformed, lurking in small groups about the public squares. Everywhere the feeling of tension, and the growing fever of unrest and destruction soon to be released.
Versailles! The king and queen, uneasy, proud, moving through their sumptuous palace, receiving spies, listening to reports, planning to crush the assembly.
Through all this moves the buxom Sophie, wife of the publisher of revolutionary pamphlets; Mirabeau, the terrible, and those others whose tangled life threads formed a bloody pattern on the wrap and woof of France's history.
O Listen to French Miniatures, written by Kay Van Riper, and broadcast under her direction from KFWB. Here is the stately court life, the mad street scenes, the color, romance, and horror of the revolution.
Ah, yes! Listen, as you sit, beslippered and content, before your radio. How real it seems.
But, wait a moment, let's look into the studio where the broadcast comes from.
The buxom Sophie, with an eye for the men, and a genius for finding excitement, is inflaming the terrible Mirabeau. This all sounds rather tense and terrible over the air.
Kay Van Riper — Cy Kendall As They Are
But before the mike stands the petite and blonde Kay herself, looking very demure, and reading her lines to the slightly corpulent Cy Kendall. It sounds as though Kay should be dressed in the voluminous and glowing robes of the French Revolutionary period. Yet, there she stands, all laid away in a slick looking black suit, with a huge white fur collar adorning the jacket, a creamy white blouse, and dainty slippers. The terrible Mirabeau looks innocuous in an ordinary business suit, sans coat, for it's warm in the studio.
• And now Marie, the queen, urging the king to suppress the vulgar rabble. How queenly, how magnificent, she sounds.
That's Nannette Vallon, and there's a name, which fits the play. She's a slim appealing damsel, with beautiful black bobbed hair. And she's dressed in cool leaf green; a suit, trimmed collar, cuffs and coat, with black fur. She wears a
Boy! Get a Look at Those Draperies
tiny cloche hat of black.
Stuart Buchanan roars and thunders into the mike. But instead of jeweled sword, lace cuffs and collar, and velvet coat, he lounges is a soft blue shirt, tieless, and white flannels.
• The diminutive Kay, who is swaggering vocally, unconsciously retreats from the mike. She is brought back by Director Sam Wineland, who prods her gently from behind with his baton. (Continued on Page 43)
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