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• Above — The Three Cheers — Rah, Ken Allen; Rah, Travis Hale, and Rah, Ernest Derry. Left to Right — Ted Osborn, (the one and only), Aunty McKasser (Elvia Allman) , Ken Niles, master of ceremonies, Pearl Hunter, the Chili Peppers, and Ken Allen.
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WHAT is rapidly proving to be one of the outstanding programs in the West, is strangely enough a complete accident. "The Merrymakers," that charming extravaganza produced by KHJ every Saturday night from 8:30 to 9:30 o'clock, was brought about as the result of a sheer freak of fancy.
It all happened on night last year. Raymond Paige, who was to become famous as the producer and manager of the air feature, was loafing around the studio with several others connected with the organization. They were listening half-heartedly to a rather dull program when Paige suddenly turned to Kenneth Niles, the announcer.
"Say, boy," said Paige, "lets get together and give this here air public of ours something to keep them awake — something good!"
"Yeah," commented Niles, drily, "What?"
"I've got an idea," replied Paige. "Come on into my cubby hole — and any of you other guys also — and I'll give you the lowdown on my brain storm."
And the next Saturday it happened. "The Merrymakers" went on the air for the first time. There was a
3 3 -piece orchestra, there were a dozen singers and crooners, there were a half dozen solo instrument artists; in short there was everything in that first program from the janitor of the building to a stray bill collector who was found waiting around the back entrance to see a second violinist who had fallen down on his payments for a saxophone. It was some program!
And like Tennyson's brooklet, the Merrymakers have gone on and on. The program is unsponsored and every artist in the entire studio joins in. What a gathering they are. On top of the local talent, Leo Tyson, publicity director at KHJ, manages to arrange to bring in the outstanding vaudeville artists who happen to be appearing in Los Angeles theatres during the week end of the broadcast.
For the most part, the gay potpourri of music and nonsense is a burlesque of more serious forms of entertainment. The fact that it follows a symphonic period on the air, is excuse enough to eliminate anything hingeing on serious music.
And in spite of the tenor of lightness and comedy that prevails during the gambols of the Merrymakers, the radio fan gets some good music. The Hallelujah Boys, those four dusky gentlemen with the silver throats and