He is friend, companion, confidant. He is teacher, counselor, shopping guide. He is entertainer, public servant. He serves the housewife, the handicapped, those who toil by night. His audiences accept him as one of the family. They write him; they hang on his words. He has great responsibility. He lives up to it.
This was no tribute to the country doctor, but an ode to the disk jockey—the grey-flannelmouth who has all but swallowed up U.S. radio. It was the keynote of the first national convention of pop-music disk jockeys, sponsored in Kansas City,...
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