Your Side of the IMICROPHONE

Radio Record, 20 May 1938, Page 25

Your Side of the

IMICROPHONE

' The prize-winners this week are: ""Make a Break," | ' Southland (7/6); ‘Bed Socks,’ Christchurch; W. A. Given, Whangarei: ‘Musical.’ Timaru; "Nightmare.’ Kopuku (2/6 — each. Send your entries (not more than 150 words each) to "SAFETY VALVE," P.O. Box 1680, Wellington. Prizemoney will be forwarded at the end of each month, oo |

RIOT of colourful costines and decorations -- cheerful voices-cheer-ful, lilting dance strains. No winter night is witheut these bright scenes; these merry dances. In contrast,

let us focus our attention on those who sit drearily by the fire, knitting bed-socks to warm their motionless feet; dreaming that each stitch is a step in the dance they will never dance. Why only dreaming? Hear! 0 readers, the prosaic answer of the average working girl. "We cannot dance, and we cannot afford to learn." Commercial stations welcome — suggestions. So, what of a dancing session, with a bright announcer? Teach

the unfortunates the fundamental dlancing stejs: Enalle them thus [" fake their Ta rtner s #Tm with eonfi- dlence and grace Bright music, such a: Jack Mashry' $ Orchestra exce]: in, wulo[ sive the Jearuers everv desirahlo

opporttnity.

Bed Socks

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They Learn Young! VEN the smallest children are getting radio-minded nowadays, ‘The

following incident bears this out :- Grandad was having his after-lunch nap, and was snoring loudly. As father entered, he saw little Betty twisting one of grandpa'’s waisteoat buttons. "What are you doing,’ he whispered, "you must not disturb grandpa." "Um not disturbing him, daddy," avxwered Betty, "I am trying to tune in

(Il something citferent

Musical

Timaru.

° Mystery HAT about a mystery uight, in the same way as we have had mystery trains to unknown destinations? 1 suggest a night, on one station, without a published programme, leaving the listener guessing as to what he is going to hear next. A varied programme of "shorts" ehanld make auch an avan.

ing very entertaining.

W. A.

Given

Whangarei.

Too Grizzly T was children’s hour, and a YA sta tion was entertaining with a record, "The Three Bears.’ The story Was well told-my five-year-cld daughter listened with interest. So did I. She knew the story, but with an ending Where Goldilocks and the bears parted

ihe best of friends. Alas ! In the record the bears wakened Goldilocksgrowled lustily-chased her from the house and through the woods. By this time the five-year-old was about 3in. off the chair-eyes wide with terror. ]Tassured her thar

Goldilocks wag unharmed. The announcer said: "My. word, we are lucky we live in such a nice country with no bears to chase us." Now isn’t it time these antiquated records were scrapped? The day of scaring children is gone. Instead of sending the tiny tots to bed with thoughts of bears chasing Goldilocks-who to them is very real-it would be quite a simple matter to say how little bear loved Goldilocks and asked father hear

1o°invite her to come again.--

Night

mare

Koiuku.

Elocution, Please! © provide a session for lovers of poetry would be acceptable to many. Surely there are elocutionists who would be pleased to recite to us some of the famous poems by worldfamed writers. Why not have one author each time and use his bestknown compositions, or use one subject and compare the different poets’ expressions of it. What a thrill it would give ug to hear our favourite poems coming over the air. Masefield, Wordsworth, Tennyson and others just as famous seem to lose their place in our minds once our schooldays are over ~--yet why is it?-Because we are not reminded of them as we should he.-’

Metre

Otorohanga.