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know.) The President-elect and ‘the hrst man' are going down the left aisle. They are now seated. The entrance of the President-elect has aroused the audience to keen alertness. The evident response of cheerful confidence in our new leader is very forti­ fying. We are all happy tonight. We look to a brighter future for the U. S. A. I wish I could picture for you the enthusiasm written on the faces I see. What force is stronger than this heartfelt acclaim? The President-elect is still
smiling. She is in the best of health. The President-elect’s physician is not with us tonight. Physician hedden is now in Vienna—or it may be Venice—hunting the yet undiscovered vitamin Z. I hear Physician Fedden is very much worn by this research, but still she goes on.
Nothing can stop so worthy an ambition—not fatigue, not drudging study. We thank Physician Fedden for some of the greatest discoveries in the field of scientific medicine.
aOh, the orchestra are taking their places on the stage. There is our adored harpist. Miss Evans. (Lloyd, get me a program.) Miss Evans—(just a moment) here she is on the program. Miss Evans will play ‘A New Sun,’ a composition by Mary Green, our new Secretary of the Interior. Music in the White House again. This will be the first time ‘A New Sun’ has ever been played for an audience. Just a moment, listeners, you won't have to listen to my voice much longer. The singer of the evening is Clarissa S. Wells, late prima donna of the Metropolitan. The last time 1 saw her in Jersey she was whistling the theme song from ‘Whistle It’ (I’m sorry you won’t hear that tonight,
too), as she tried to persuade ‘Toscy,’ her Airedale, to stop ‘whimping.’ Sidney Wells prefers Airedales. For the last twenty years she has bought her Airedales at the ‘Leonore Kennels.’ Airedales aren’t the Leonore specialty; their specialty is great
Danes. If you ever want a thoroughbred great Dane, the kennels are just outside of Newark, N. J., on highway 32,—the kennels with the greatest reputation in America, that is for great Danes. They were started by the present owner’s father, Mr. White, and will live on until . . . oh, forever. But Toscy isn't here tonight, no. The prima
donna'will not appear until a bit later. 1 hope she wears lavender. You know how I)e- coming it is.
“Friends, the orchestra is tuning up; 1 must not keep you. President-elect Brooke is still smiling. You can almost feel the pulse of this great gathering throbbing in expectation. . . .
iiThis is the Avenir Broadcasting System Station WHA. Your announcer is Dot Rice, signing off until the intermission. I leave you to enjoy the music of the inaugural
concert. An revoir.”
A. L., ’33.
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