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Latest news and tit- bits about the radio players and other personalities HAVE YOU HEARD? FANNIE BRICE, the totem-pole tomboy on the Royal Gelatine hour, has one bad fault. She will forget names. T'other day, she started to introduce her husband, Billy Rose, around the studio. But for the life of her, she couldn't remember his last name. So Billy had to introduce himself. WHAT sort of programs do your kiddies like? Many a mother is thinking seriously about just that ques- tion these days. Many a kiddy is having nightmares be- cause of some of the "horror" yarns on the air. Two programs that most mothers seem to like are "The Singing Lady" and "Buck Rogers." It's the bucket-of-blood and clutching hand stuff that drives them nertz. ELIZABETH FREEMAN is the girl who owns the canaries that supply the chirps for "Cheerio's" morn- ing set-me-ups via the NBC network. The other day, she came to the studio, hung the covered cages near the mike in their customary case and then took off the coverings. And guess what? The canaries weren't in the cages. Shrieks! Mystery! Panic! She rushed to the street and hailed a cab that took her home. A hopping canary met her at the door. It was Dicky. A yellow streak that whizzed into the bathroom was Pet. She got the two of them and taxied back to the studio. IF you had walked into New York's broadcasting studios * on a certain Sunday night in March, you would have noticed an unaccustomed air of soberness and sorrow. If you had asked the reason, you would have been told just this: "Eddie Lang is dead." Eddie Lang's name never winged across the skies to your loudspeaker. It never burned in electric lights above theatre marquees. But you heard his music many a time. For Eddie was a guitar player, the best in the business, and his sorcery with chords made him the choice of such artists as Bing Crosby, Ruth Etting, the Boswell Sisters, and Singin' Sam. That Sunday in March, Eddie went to a hospital to have his tonsils removed. A simple operation, surely. But something went wrong. A few hours later, he was dead. The doctor said a blood clot had got into his blood stream and reached his heart. Bing Crosby was Eddie's closest friend. Bing could hardly get through his next broadcasts without breaking down. Eddie was a popular person, a grand guy. 3