TV Guide (October 1, 1955)

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A Jaundiced Look At Television By Henry Morgan Henry Morgan is no Pinky Lee, but he is a comic. He has lost more jobs than most people ever get. At this writing (you’ve got to hedge with Morgan) he’s a panelist on TV’s I’ve Got a Secret and a TV reviewer for “Monitor,” NBC’s radio weekend. .Examples of his honeyed words on “Monitor”: Good evening, anybody. Here’s Mor¬ gan with a jaundiced eye view of the TV scene, or what I seen of it. . . I saw Rin Tin Tin for the first time. . . . He appears in a lot of the scenes —barks and runs. It’s a good, solid performance, though I doubt he’ll get an award ... I won’t bother you with the entire thrilling story, but it ends with Rin Tin Tin sort of hanging his tongue out. He did that part quite well. There was a movie about the native tribe and the white princess. It star¬ red Jon Hall, but I kept watching the white princess. . . The highlight of the picture, I thought, was when the white girl is walking on a bed of hot coals while the natives stand around waving their spears and yelling. Hid¬ den off to one side are the mighty white hunters. One of them, Bob, is in love with the princess, who’s been kidnaped and whose name is Anne. One hunter turns to Bob and says, “Let’s come back later, after the na¬ tives are tired out.” “All right,” says Bob, “but somehow I don’t feel right about leaving Anne like this.” I was on his side. There’s a program with all the dance bands in the world. I don’t mind lis¬ tening to dance bands, but I don’t get much out of staring at them. I looked in on Life Begins at 80 and I got a sudden chill, like. I re¬ alized what’s wrong with the show. Everybody on it—that is, all the old folks—are playing old folks. That is, instead of being natural and charm¬ ing, they say things like “My wife has Life Begins at 80: make-believe oldsters? been a millstone around my neck for 60 years.” And the wife will say, “Wait till I get you home, you old scarecrow.” They spend most of their time insulting one another. 10