Radio mirror (Nov 1934-Apr 1935)

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&M BANG! A pistol shot rang out, reverberating through the corridors of the Columbia Broadcasting System. "Me got me, boys," gasped a tall, husky man, staggering back from the microphone. The sound effects man put down the pistol and Carson Robison, his "victim" and leading spirit of the Bar-X Days and Nights broadcast, stopped staggering and turned over 2 page of his script. That's one of the reasons why these broadcasts sound so very real. They don't slap a pillow with a ruler when they're imitating the pistol fire that characterized the West when it was wild and wooly, and though the cast doesn't get far from the microphones, they repress their action as little as possible. Nor are they a bunch of Easterners, with correspondence school Western drawls. Carson Robison (or Robby, as his friends call him) is a man born and reared in the Wesl .1 man who lias followed the herds over the dusty prairies -who knows cowboys through having been one himself. But before he tells you his own amazing story, in his own words, let's drop into the studio and sec just how Bar-X is really performed. A big. husky chap, in his shirt sleeves, a guitar slung around hi neck and a harmonica stuck up in front of his mouth on a wire frame begins to sing. He's joined by a couple of banjo players, who also ling, and a pretty, blonde girl vocalist, wearing a blue in The big fellow is Robison; the othei two are John and Bill Mitchell