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RADIO STARS
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visitors. Not this one, though. We're in for a treat.
Look at those mikes. They make a picket fence across the end of the room. One is taller than the rest. Wonder why? On the left, a grand piano. And two chairs occupied by sleepy looking musicians. One has a violin and the other a cello. But look ! Here in the hack of the room are two such contrivances as I'll wager you've never seen before. One looks like a slide that might have been borrowed from the kiddies' play-yard. The other is a great sheet of metal suspended in a frame that comes up to a man's shoulder. What are they for?
TH ERE are our actors. ( )ur lovable home-folksy southern mountaineers. There's Piney. And Gypsy. And David, and all the others. Sitting on chairs reading their scripts in that nervous, jittery fashion that studio frequenters learn to recognize as a symptom of "We're about to go on the air."
That corner, there up next to the big control room window beyond which we see a pair of heads and shoulders, is the announcer's stand. Neil Enslen, of
course. You've beard him a thousand times. Tall, sleek, man-about-town looking. He fiddles with a rectangular shaped box that has innumerable red and green lights with little tiny switches in its top.
There's another fellow you ought to know. Antony Stanford, if you please. He's the production man on the program and responsible for its running the prescribed thirty minutes and not a second more or less. Stanford is an ex -actor, and a good one. He knows all the tricks of this drama business.
Sh-h-h-h-h! That clock on the wall shows almost thirty minutes past the hour.
"Coming up," Stanford cries.
All chatter in the studio dies. Neil Enslen rises to a mike. His voice comes clear, cool, unhurried. "W-E-A-F, New York." For a space of almost fifteen seconds there is absolute silence, and Enslen speaks again. "Moonshine and Honeysuckle by Lulu Vollmer." The musicians start to play. Enslen reads from the paper in bis band. It is a resume of last week's episode.
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