Radio showmanship (Jan-Dec 1942)

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-HEXTREE SHARP chill played Chopin up and down my spine when I heard the deadly news. I've heard that news before. I've experienced that chill before. Yes, I remember. It was back in April, 1917. War was here again. The same tenseness in the air, the same grim determination, the same American spirit flamed anew. War was here, and we were resolved to make the best of it. But there was a difference. Events didn't happen at nine in the morning, at three, at any set time. They were happening every minute of the day and night and we were aware of them. Yes, there was a difference and it was radio. Radio brought the war nearer, quicker. In fact, so fast were incidents piled up that I had no chance to completely assimilate one before another had taken place. I felt rather guilty the following Monday night when I first picked up a newspaper. I hadn't read one inch of print since I put aside Blondie at noon Sunday. Yet I knew everything that had occurred: Pearl Harbor had been bombed; the President had made a brief but complete speech to Congress, and Manila had been set afire. I knew all the news, and all I knew, I had heard on the radio. Poor Will Rogers; he certainly wouldn't have liked that. After the first exciting moments were over and we settled down to carrying out the all-important task before us, I compared, step by step, news the way radio reports it today and news, the way newspapers reported it in 1917. To me, radio was definitely superior. In fact, the only thing I really missed was the gravel-voiced news hawks fighting the populous with their unintelligible shouting and their ear-splitting "Hextree!" ADIO SHOWMANSHIP and the radio stations all over the country njoho make this service possible^ uoish every one of you a very happy and prosperous New Year. >s#^ JANUARY, 1942