Radio stars (Sept 1933)

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a t a CAST...! The ''Meet the Artists'' birthday program. Thirty-nine stars! $25,000 worth of talent! Better says. Bob whispers to her and vanishes in the crowd. Let's move around and see who's here. Be careful where you step. We wouldn't want to smash a celebrity. Hey. hear that voice. Sounds like a torpedo plane in full flight . . . br-r-r-r-r! That's Ted Husing^. They say he even talks in his slee]). And there's David Ross, Fred Waring. Xino Martini. Colonel Stoopnagle . . . THE clock shows hands straight against the 5:45 mark. • Musicians suddenly chin their in.struments, shove them pur.sed lips. A slim, dapper man, immaculate in brown, lashes at them with a baton. He's sun-bronzed Freddie Berrens. CBS leader. The melody of '"When Good Fellows Get Together" crackles around the mikes. Hold everything. We're on the air. Bop Taplinger stands at one mike, a sheaf of jiapers in his hand, an anxious look in his eyes as he searches the crowd for his celebrities. Harry Von Zell—remember his "Time Marches On"?—is the announcer. Athletic, blond, with a forelock that flings a reckless mane across his forehead, \'on Zell booms out the introduction. "Yes, ladies and gentlemer. when good fellows get to- gether . . . and good arti.sts. too. For today you are cordially invited to join our studio party. You're going to hear more radio headliners than have ever graced a single broadcast. Yessir, it's going to be a .star-a-minute." Look! That's Colonel Stoopnagle shoving up to that other mike. Broad of beam, beetle-browed, with a mile- wide smile, he's up to some mischief. Listen. "Pardon me, Harry, but Budd and myself sort of think it would be peachy to tell just who's giving this radio part\'—on account of our getting washed and dressed come up for it." (Top) William O'Neil. Colo- nel Stoopnagle, and Maes- tros Nat Shilkret, George Hall, Kostelaneti and Be- losco. (Middle) Bob Tap- linger, who is host and master of ceremonies of the "Artist" program. (Bottom) Announcers Von Zell, Mus- ing and Ross with Waring. In a moment, Harry is introducing Bob Taplinger and Bob takes over a mike. His initial introduction pre- sents Fred Berrens whose orchestra alwavs furnishes the period's music. Freddie swings into a mile-a-minute tune but Bob cuts him oflF after a half dozen