Swing (Jan-Dec 1953)

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SCIENCE, which is chucking too darned many miracles at us these days, has more than answered this fervid plea for our lost youth. If you don't believe it just consider tele' vision. At the flick of a finger, teevy can transport us spang back to the days of our childhood; and those frabjous nights when Ruth Roland was leaping onto cayuses and ca' booses with equal abandon. Nothing has been changed. Even the scenery for interiors has the same weary flimsiness that once provided backgrounds of a sort for Pearl White and Fatty Arbuckle. The "flats" of those days were flats by name and flats by nature. They still are. In fact, so cunning is the illusion that many a senescent dodderer like me can't tell whether four decades have actually elapsed — or Dustin Farnum really rides again! All the magic of my childhood nights has been preserved. The pictures skitter wildly all over the screen, just as they did in the good old Bijou and Gem Theater days. Plots "Make Me A Boy Again —Just for Tonight" Hogan is peevy about teevy. The plots are naive, the commercials are gruesome . . . and John Cameron Swayze's hair is more than it used to be in Kansas City! By CHARLES HOGAN of today's cliff hangers are just as meager and loose at the seams as they ever were in that dim long ago. Bewhiskered rascals lurk behind the very same boulders that shielded them so many years ago. They're a bit the worse for wear and weather, these boulders, but withal they're my old friends down to the last rock. The mangy varmints in human form behind these stone ramparts mean no good to the vapid heroine. She will come plunging into what passes for a plot in the very same runaway buggy she used in 1918. Or, for dramatic novelty, the scripters of today will have the bevy of villains waiting to rob the rackety stage coach a'comin' any minute from the Golden Nugget mine with a chest of gold dust. These naive teevy dramatists play up this theme con