Your Side of the MICROPHONE

Radio Record, 14 April 1938, Page 25

Your Side of the MICROPHONE

a Prize-winners this week are:-‘J.G.," Southland (7/6); "Junette," Wellington (5/-) ; Ngaire Hogan, Auckland; "Admirer," Auckland; Jupiter," Otago; "Pakeha," Christchurch (2/6 each). Address your entries (not more than 150 words each), to "SAFETY VALVE," P.O. Box 1680, Wellington. Prize-money will be forwarded at the end of the month.

HE "Record" certainly deserves credit for publishing its very entertaining articles on debatable modern topics. Why, then, isn’t the idea carried one step further, and the controversies of such great men as Gordon Mirams

and Maros Gray (to say nothing of "Sari" and the swarm of opponents he seems to be raising), broadcast for the edification and amusement of the listeners, who could-by voting-deter-mine the winner of such a debate. Fin-

ally, when the programme: had hecome sufficiently popular, Mr. Savage and Mr. Hamilton, without their opposing factions, could bring their disagree-

ments to a head.-

~Ngaire

Hogan,

Aucka

Jand

A Bouquet OME of your correspondents seem to consider that "Safety Valve" should be nsed as a means by which praise and admiration may descend upon deserving announcers, etc. It ig a. good iden, and, with yonr permission, I will act unon it. When advertising was first introdneed into radio, I, in cotamon with many others, hated it. It was noisy and foreign to us. In tone it was cheap and vulgar.

To-day the position has changed, Refinement and culture can, and does, work hand in hand with commerce."Admirer," Auckland.

Reeords With Talks ASK you, as man to man, if it’s necessary for the various young lady announcers of the Commercial stations to play so many records during their half-hour talks? Most listeners have already heard = several hours of recordings, and it’s impossible to make sense of a tall: when, after about four sentences, thy lady brightly announces: "And now I think we'll have some music’-then when it’s over, she breathlessly observes, "I do love Paul Robeson" (or whoever it is)"don’t you?’-and now to return to our Subject." My feeble mind cannot cope with it, and I am left with a confused jumble of disjointel sentences.--

Jupiter

Otago.

Matter of Timing O the average listener in the Dominion, the programmes of the National Broadcasting Service leave little to be desired. T: my way of thinking, however, the times at which the various items are broadcast could "well do with some ssigh: adjustment. For example, the dance mausie does not begin until ten, 4 time when most country listeners are thinking of bed; and a weekly dance programme, commencing at 8 p.m., from one or the other of the main stations, would be much appreciated, Then ugain, the other day I heard an aviazion talk directed to boys at 1.15 p.m., a time when they are at school; surely between 12 to 1.0 or 4.30 to 5.0, would he a better period?

Tiempo

Te Aroha.

"Poor Children" So amusing to tead the "Record’s" learned article, "Not So Naive,’ and then look at children and grownups enjoying fun and nonsense from Uncle Mick and Sambo at 8ZR. This uncle must surely have the long-dis-tance record for a one-man show-and he is still going strong. Never say we lack creative artists while Uncle Mick lives, Now it is hard to believe that Wesrjand children are more naive than those elsewhere. So why not make re-

cords of this session and try out a series at other stations? The rough edges (and there are plenty), would have to be smoothed off, and the enjoyable local jokes left out, but something would be left to make your poor children forget the

terrible state of things in Hurove.--

"Very Naive,"

Westland.

Parlez-Vous Maori WEDBE or two ago a contributor suggested a short session each week for lessons in French and Getman. I, too, would welcome this, but

why not first of all put on a session of lessons in Maori? We hear a lot from time to time of the beauty of our native language. It certainly sounds beautiful, but if we could understand it, what further beauties might we not get out

of it?-

Pakeha

Christehuren.