The New Sin

Radio Record, Volume VII, Issue 8, 1 September 1933, Page 2

The

New Sin

By

MARGARET

MACPHERSON

(In an interview with "Wireless Weekly" (Sydney) His Grace Archbishop Kelly condemns | crooning on the radio as appealing to the lowest appetites.) | |

Ah, nie, I fear that now we reach The final downfall of the race: Girls show their knees upon the beach, Ping-pong is played in every place, But infamy has reached its height When we're assailed upon the mike By crooners warbling every night Of Daisy Bell upon her bike. . Oh, Satan, kindly get behind me, Take those wicked tunes away; "Poop-poop-a-doop" with sin doth blind me, Makes me baser every day!

I learned this vice first in. my ram When mother ~_ erooned to shut — my eyes Songs she _ had learned from Uncle SamMamma, how could you so debase me? Better my eyes should never close Than in my childhood’s cot ‘to place me

| Whilst crooning "Mighty Lak’ a Rose."

_For, see, I’ve gone from bad to worse; Bing Crosbie hastens me to Hades _ With "Please," "Five Dollars’"-wicked verse Which is the downfall of the ladies.

To hear "Love is the Sweetest Thing" ' Sung softly by a four- \ voice chorus ~ Makes us as bad as'any- ™ thing! . ‘But lo! here comes a rescuer for us. Archbishop Kelly comes and finds us, Shoos the evil tunes away; He sees that "Please". with passion wr, blinds, us, S Makes us_ baser

every acy. He cannot bear us thus debased with Wicked crooner’s vulgar smirches. You say he’s jealous ’cos he’s faced with Vacant pews in empty churches? "Ah, say not so, but let’s be glad That, lacking whisky, dice or "tin," Wé yet can be completely bad Indulging in this brand-new sin.