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is a wonderful place to spend hours on end, rediscovering the Golden Age of Radio
as it's meant to be discovered and celebrated. Article after article
is filled with a wonderful new vignette about Golden Age Radio History.
---The Digital Deli Online.

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which promptly lapsed into a more idiosyncratic mode of relating the past.
---broadcastellan.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

"I Pray You To Believe What I Have Said About Buchenwald": The Way It Was, 15 April

1945: While some of one country's most popular entertainers say a final farewell to a freshly-interred Franklin D. Roosevelt, one of her most signature broadcast journalists says a harrowing hello to the Holocaust's actuality, while an Englishman introduces the world to a second such notorious camp . . .

"FOR MOST OF IT, I HAVE NO WORDS"---There still exist numerous examples of what made Edward R. Murrow's reputation as a larger-than-life journalist with the gift of the prose poet. But among them there exists no equal to his harrowing "rather mild" report from Buchenwald. We almost need no visual evidence to know its grotesquery. Almost. The mute horror underwriting Murrow's understatement is only too vivid. (CBS.)

"HERE, OVER AN ACRE OF GROUND . . . "---Richard Dimble is almost as harrowing in this brief, jarring extract from his report on the liberation of another notorious Nazi camp---Bergen-Belsen. (BBC.)

"NOW, EVEN THE MUFFLED DRUMS ARE QUIET"---Anchored by Robert Trout, a report from Hyde Park conveying the graveside service and morning burial of FDR on the grounds of his primary home; another CBS legend, Eric Sevareid, freshly dispatched to the U.N.'s founding conference in San Francisco, delivers his first report from that milieu, including a retrospective on his most recent coverage of the war abroad; and, Charles Collingwood from Paris on further reaction to FDR's death and further war advance news. (CBS.)

OUR HOUR OF NATIONAL SORROW---A small phalanx of film and old-time radio stars rounds up in a moving, sometimes mawkish, sometimes wishfully wistful, and music-wrapped farewell to President Roosevelt. The stars include Ronald Colman, Jim and Marian Jordan (in character as Fibber McGee & Molly and Teeny), Ginny Simms, Ed Gardner (Duffy's Tavern), Bette Davis, Robert Young, Harold Peary (The Great Gildersleeve), James Cagney, Jack Benny, Ingrid Bergman, and others. (NBC.)

CHANNEL SURFING . . .

1944: THE CAT BRINGS DEATH; OR, THE MISSING PERSIAN---Already pressured by a rash of unsolved jewel robberies, the last thing Lt. Riley (Humphrey Davis) needs is a dowager (Bryna Raeburn) demanding her missing and possibly stolen expensive Persian cat be returned post haste, on tonight's edition of Nick Carter, Master Detective. (Mutual.)

Carter: Lon Clark. Patsy: Helen Choate. Writer/director: Jock MacGregor.

1948: WANTED---ONE BABY---A tiremaker's manager (Kenny Baker) is driven to two-front desperation: at work from his indifferent boss (Alan Reed); and, at home after he and his wife (Marla Dwyer) think they've conceived at last only to learn otherwise yet again, on tonight's edition of Family Theater. (Mutual.)

Additional cast: Daws Butler. Host: Paul Henreid. Writers: Frances Rickett, Van Rodden.

1960: HIDING EASTER EGGS---One Fella's Family, Book Ex Eye Eye, Chapter Vee Eye, among other tender mercilessness, on today's edition of Bob & Ray Present the CBS Radio Network. (Three guesses.)

Writers: Bob Elliott, Ray Goulding.

PREMIERING TODAY . . .

1900---Eddie Garr (actor: The Fleischmann Hour), Philadelphia.
1907---Theodore Granick (moderator: American Forum of the Air), Brooklyn.
1915---Hans Conreid (actor: Lux Radio Theater, The Great Gildersleeve, Mickey Mouse Theater of the Air, My Friend Irma, Life with Luigi), Baltimore.
1933---Roy Clark (singer/guitarist: Town and Country Time), Meherrin, Virginia.

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