TO THE LISTENERS-IN

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 30, 10 February 1928, Page 6

TO THE LISTENERS-IN

a re "I try to visualise my audience and think the listeners-in "are friends," said Mr. Barry Coney, of 1YA, in an interview on broadcasting. I call you friends altho’ I cannot sce If you are glad or sorry as I sing. No clasp of friendship may there ever be Nor yet in unison our laughter viNLe But quietly in this grey room I stand, And send my song to you o’er sea ane land. . It may be in some isolated place, One listens-in who knows the lonel. ness That birds and forest sounds cannot efface, For him my song is one of friendlie ness. I cross the space between, and by his side Stand as a friend, who will not be denied. And there are aged ones who ne'er ‘again, Will swell the concert crowd--but listening simile. And sufferers upon their bed of pain, Of pain forgetful for a liltie while. And sailor lads at sea, Know that I send . My best ta you because you are my friend. From this grey ‘oom of sombre cure taining, rn, I launch my songs upon thé'tthereat sea. No smiling faces greet me as I sing, No clapping or applause my nine Strelsy. All is so quiet-bui I can see you there, Dear "‘Listeners-in,’’ My friends "across the air.’

Ruthyn