Radio showmanship (Sept 1940-May 1941)

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IT here's Gold in These Bars By CYRIL I. FOX, Advertising Manager Fels and Company There's a minor revolution going on in Philadelphia. A major soap manufacturer is sponsoring a morning show, and it's not a soap opera. The trials and tribulations of Susie Scrabble, the heart-rending difficulties of Daphne Dawn, etc. take a back seat when Golden Bars of Melody comes on the air. Just a simple twist of Madame Housewife's wrist, and the sob-sisters give way to a friendly, oldfashioned program of song and story. Fels-Naptha Soap Co., sponsors of Golden Bars, feel that a program of gentle songs has a definite place on the air. Jitterbugs call such music corny, but then, jitterbugs aren't the world's best laundry soap customers. Housewives, and we'll venture to call them 100% of the Fels-Naptha market, seem to enjoy a chance to relax quietly and hear the old sweet melodies. The songs this world has hummed and whistled for generations are finding a new chance to reach an audience that's just a little tired of rush, excitement, and frenzy. Home, Sweet Home and The Old Oaken Bucket are woven into a new sales pattern with homespun anecdotes and quiet memories of the past. To tail the program a complete product of one person's ideals would be unfair to the sponsor. Vet, Golden liars of Melody does owe its warmth and color to an individual of unusually varied abilities. Rhona Lloyd is her nam< — a writer, a competent musician, and a lOngStreSfl of note. Mis. Lloyd draws on her experience and her recollections of friendly evenings around the familv fireside to pve the show a distinct h personal tOUCh. Her ahilitv to swum from anecdotes to golden soivj aids in forming a well rounded I 5 minute ()f entertainment. Strangely enough, if s M year girl hadn't given wav to an impulse to sing, Golden Ban Miss Rhona Lloyd might never have reached the air. Rhona Lloyd, at 13, was an accomplished concert violinist with a promising career before her. But she had an urge to sing and developed that urge into an actuality. Her voice studies led her to the musical stage and, eventually. radio. Miss Lloyd's first appearances on the air were not as a singer, but as an ad lib emcee of a celebrities program. Her vocal talents lay buried until by chance she mentioned her musical background on a broadcast. A Hood of letters in response gave her a chance to sing, and Golden Bats of Melody was horn. Today, the program has become almost a morning must to Philadelphia listeners. WFIL, its original single outlet, has piped the show to seven companion stations on the Quaker Network. Its friendly, homey atmosphere has dune the rest. Golden liars is definiteh a reactionary prO| L'lam. All of the so-vailed formula-patterns aie missing from it. The "heart-throbs" it contains come from an old-fashioned love of good music and a good story. A soap opera (Please turn to paoe I IS,1 92 RADIO SHOWMANSHIP