Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1950)

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In 1936 the face of the world I knew so well from my years of care-free globe-trotting was changing fast — Hitler marched into the Rhineland — civil war started in Spain — the rumors about King Edward's romance with Mrs. Simpson were making the British Empire uneasy. I laid off the story at first, finally mentioned it on the air, and the uproar from Canada almost drowned me out. The protest was bitter about my "slander against our King." Of course it wasn't long before the story was confirmed and the whole world heard the abdication speech. In 1937, after seven years without a break, I decided to take a "holiday" and do my broadcasts by short wave from Europe. I sailed just before the coronation of George VI. All other Americans who were to cover the event had made elaborate preparations months in advance. I was told that I could not possibly obtain an invitation at that late date, that every seat in Westminister Abbey had long since been assigned. They rather rubbed it in that I was going to be so near and yet so far. Just the same, I was there. What's more, I was in the choicest part of the Abbey, right over the throne with the Duke of Windsor's own representative at my side and with four kings within arm's reach! No one who was there will ever forget the pomp and brilliant pageantry of that ceremony. However, the highlight of the day, to me, was the incredulity and envy on the faces of my fellow correspondents all of whom were seated so far up in the tower that they had to use binoculars. Had I made my arrangements months in advance, I would have fared far worse. What happened was that J. P. Morgan had fallen ill at the last moment, and I fell heir to his choice seat. In 1938 the gathering war clouds turned black over Europe as Hitler marched into the Sudeten. My son, Lowell, Jr. was only fourteen, but I remember, even then, the uneasy feeling I had that what was beginning might well involve him and millions of other American boys. 1939 — who can forget the "war of nerves," and the long wait for the storm to break as France mobilized behind the "impregnable" Maginot Line? A year full of tension and strain to those of us at the end of the news wires. On the personal side, I have a lighter memory, however. I did the first daily news telecast this year in addition to my regular national broadcasts. They insisted that I use makeup for television. Putting it on and taking it off was a dreary chore. I began to turn up at the studio later and later. One night I arrived so late that the make-up man had time only to hit me with a big purple powderpuff as I went by. Most of the powder landed on my upper lip, and as I talked, it drifted up my nose. For three long minutes I fought off the inevitable sneeze, every grimace caught by the camera. Then came the explosion — the first televised sneeze in all history. Those who were watching said it was the funniest thing they have ever seen. 1940 — war everywhere in the lands I knew so well, and in this country Wendell Willkie was opposing President Roosevelt for the unprecedented third term. My first meeting with Willkie is a vivid memory. It happened when he was with Commonwealth and Southern and was fighting TVA. One evening I quoted some remarks Senator Norris had made in Congress about the matter. Promptly at ten o'clock the next morning, Willkie telephoned me at my office. "You gave Norris's side but you didn't give the other," he said amiably. "I'll tell it to ' you now if you want it." Most people would have written a letter, or called the station, or worked through someone else to get to me. I was impressed with the way he cut all red tape, reached me directly, put over his point. He gave me the impression, then, that he was a fast worker and someone to watch — as indeed he was. 1941 — all memories, personal and otherwise, fade as I recall the shock of Sunday afternoon, December 7 — Pearl Harbor. 1942 — the most vivid memory of the year is the day the flash came through that we had bombed Tokyo — the turn of the tide — and how we said, "We might have guessed!" when news was released later that Jimmy Doolittle had led the attack. He is an old friend of mine. A few weeks later he came to Pawling and told us the whole inside story. He stayed briefly, saying only that he had to leave on something secret. A few days later he was in the Casablanca landing. This year my son went into the Air Force. In 1943 I took a swing around South America to see for myself how strong the German feeling was in to the south. 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