Radio stars (July 1933)

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RADIO STARS LET'S GOSSIP ABOUT YOUR FAVORITES A tense scene from the "Adven- tures of Detectives Black and Blue." The witticisms of these two wags are sponsored by Earnshaw-Young, Los Angeles. The gentleman is V. E. Meadows, Hollywood beauty expert, who's heard three times a week on WOR. The lady is none other than that explosive Lupe Velez. Miss Willie Morris, of Missouri, sings delightfully and plays her own accompaniments over WEEI of Boston. She's heard on the Edison, Jenney and I. J. Fox hours. I ATHER COUGHLIN is off the air. Rut only tem- porarily. It's the seasonal summer vacation. Many peo- ple have wondered if the "interests" he fought forced him off. Not at all. folksies. The Fighting Father is coming hack this fall, full of fury and righteousness and good sound common sense. LaNNY ROSS, the famous "Show Boat" tenor and one of the reasons girls leave home, didn't show up at a hroadcast the other night. He was having his tonsils out. Rut there's a story. . . . Lanny had ordered a tailor to deliver a pair of pants to him at the hroadcast. When he went to a hospital for the tonsilectomy (ah, there), he forgot to cancel the order. The tailor arrived and found no Lanny Ross, so he left the pants with the heauty at the desk outside the studio. The hours passed and there came the time for her to go off duty. Rut what to do with the pants? She couldn't take them with her and she couldn't leave them at the desk. A sympathetic page boy finally checked them for her. Several days passed. No one came for the trous- ers. Finally, they landed up in the NBC Lost and Found Department. Whereupon, NBC wrote Mr. Ross and said would he please come and get his pants. F OR some years now, Guy Lombardo has been telling proteges: "Don't l>e nervous. A microphone never hurt anybody." The other night an overhead mike cut loose from its moorings and dropped squarely on Guy's head. So he's changed bis story. M AYBE you noticed that long organ prelude to one of the Amos 'n' Andy programs? It was Bill Hay's fault, fhe big omsk. Held in another studio by a previ- ous program. Bill dashed into the A. and A. studio with the wrong continuity. Ordering the organist to continue playing until he returned. Bill made a wild dash down the corridor to his desk. When he got back, the organist had umpah-whumpad for four minutes. Amos 'n' Andy had to squeeze all their act into the remaining time . . . and ran over the period one full minute before they reached the end. LeON RELASCO, busy CRS orchestra leader, was so engrossed a month or so back that he forgot the date. When one of his musicians interrupted his supper music at the swanky St. Moritz Hotel in New York to inform him he had ten minutes to take the air for an "emergency" broadcast, Leon leaped to last minute arrangements. Moments later, Ken Roberts phoned that Leon would have to make the announcements himself. The "emer- gency" broadcast started. Leon addressed the mike with nervous sweetness. In the first number his male duo got up and sang furiously off-key. Tn the second number, Leon had a chorus and started to sing it while the or- chestra began to play something entirely different. Tn the third, he discovered that his tuba player was playing a violin and the violin player was tooting the tuba. It was awful. Great beads of sweat ringed the maestro's musicianly brow. He was on the verge of a nervous breakdown when, instead of the last signature, all his men screamed "April Fool." w HETHER you smoke or not, Ranny Weeks is a sweet-sounding singer for summer listening. Coming from New England where he spent sixteen consecutive weeks at the Metropolitan Theatre in Boston, he knows his way around the kilocycles. His Rand of Famous 1 hands is the answer to a lot of itching feet, too. JaCK RENNY, Chevrolet soothsayer, wrote us the other day about Secretary Woodin's campaign to release funds. "They opened a bank in California.'' he said, "and three mice came out." Lanny Ross' trousers and tonsils cause NBC some mild confusion 17