PROOF?

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 11, 30 September 1927, Page 6

PROOF?

By

Ethel Romig

Fuller

If radio’s slim fingers Can pluck a melody From nig ight and toss it over A continent or sea; If the petalled white tones Of a violin Are blown across a nountain Or a city’s din; If songs, like crimson roses, Are culled from thin blue air, Why should mortals wonder If God hears prayer?