Director Davies

NZ Truth, Issue 1182, 26 July 1928, Page 6

Director Davies

IT is 8 p.m., All over New Zealand, ten thousand radio sets are standing ready. The owners of the humble crystal engines feel as proud as Marconi, while the operators of valve sets talk knowingly of static and volume. . Even those who have so little conscience that they are operating without a" license are' ready without a sign of remorse. Then 2Y_A,, Wellington, pomes on the air. . Occasionally, at the. microphone, ls a man whose voice, as it speeds away out into the night, -denotes the vim and action of the speaker.. People often'have wondered who lt is relieving at the microphone. It Ib J. Davies, the station director. He is a much-travelled man. His footsteps have pattered all Over this little old world of ours. Yet he will tell you most emphatically that New. Zealand is a place without peer. : ' >VObviously a. man who gets things done, he has yet to. lose that very human twinkle m his eye. As a wireless man, he knows the mysteries of the air. Incidentally, he likes his work and will go miles out of his way to do what he can for wireless.