OUR WIRELESS ZOO—No. 1, THE HOWLER

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 5, 19 August 1927, Page 15

OUR WIRELESS ZOO—No. 1, THE HOWLER

This is the prize-winning "Tlowler’-the first animal in our Zoo. He was drawn by Winnie Fraser, 2 Kipling Ave., Napier, ILB.

THE HOWLER. This is the prize-winner’s verse :- There’s a bird called a Howler Who flies round by night. He roosts on your aerial And howls with his might, He's hatched from a three coil Un-neutralised set; Or else from that other, The old super-het. So catch him, and keep him From making a din, When tuning your wireless For listenine-im.

Winnie

Fraser

The following are highly commended for their drawings and verses :-

THE HOWLER. The Howler, he’s a snarling beast, He’s very oflen heard, When smiling he is heard the least, His looks are quile absurd. If you're feeling sort of blue, Ile is bound to mcet you, too, But if you just keep smiling You'll never hear him whining.

Margaret

Crawley

aged 11.

THE NOWLER. Carntuna ts this Howler’s name, She neither walks nor flies. Electric currents are her food, And coils she wears for tics. In every sel she runs around And squeaky are her wheels. She’s cursed by other listeners-in, For her unearthiy saueals.

Herbert

Rive

eTHys ILOWLETY." I am the howlI howl each night To set your nerves on edye. I whoop and whistic, Scream and moan, And finish up with an, car-splitting groan. Seek me if you can, I defy you, every man. You'll never find my lair, Ili howl, and howl, and how, To warn you that I'm on the air.

Roy

Mumford

aged /.

GOOD VERSES. , ‘The following verses are Commended :-~ The Howlers a freak we do not like, IIe comes far too often and gives us a fright. We wonder if some day twill be quite trite,

That the Howier will vanish from Ariel’s Zoo, If fie does, doit catch him, for would be far best, To be quiie riz of the horrid old fest. In the meantime juit keep him in check ali you can. And thus be @ blessing to all Radio 7031.

Stanley H.

Smith

You have oftcn heard the old Tom cats Whose eyes shine clear and bright, As they scale along the garden wall When all is still at night. , And there they sit and mew and Spit, And kick up such a din, But that is nothing when compared With someone tuning int

Frances

Hicks

The worst of the things I wish I could snare, Ts this horrid demon that howls in the air. IIe comes out at aight when we're listening-in, And starts to kick up his horrible din. They say that the best way lo rout him out, Is to fasten his acrial down to the Spout. So I mean to try this some night on the sly. With one that is causing some lrouble near by.

It makes me fecl wild when our music he spoils, With his twiddling of knobs and wagging of coils,

Laurie

Griffiths

aged 10,

The "Howler" is a dreadful birdEvery night he can be heard, Squealing, yowling everywhere, Chasing stations up and down. Plaguing all the sets to tow, Till at last in desperation Listeners try another station.

L.

Workman