Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)

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Record Details:

Title:
Radio romances
Date:
July-Dec 1945
Publisher:
New York : Macfadden Publications, Inc.
Volume:
Radio romances (July-Dec 1945)
Leaf #:
000373
Language:
English
Collection:
Fan Magazines and Broadcasting & Recorded Sound
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
Library of Congress, MBRS, Recorded Sound Section
Sponsor:
Library of Congress, Motion Picture, Broadcasting and Recorded Sound Division
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Radio Mirror (later known as Radio and Television Mirror) was a fan magazine for radio listeners and later TV viewers that includes profiles of the stars, visits to radio and television studios, and program listings. The early years in the 1930s show the interaction of motion pictures, recordings, the stage, radio and even politics. The role of radio in World War II is well covered in the 1940s, and by the 1950s the focus shifts to television and a new generation of personalities. -- David Pierce, 2013
Date Added:
July 18, 2024
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