Children have all along been television's most abject welfare cases. A low-budget parade of foolish old men ("Hi. kids, I'm Cap'n Fun!") and cartoon clips has spoiled a whole generation's late afternoons. And when FCC Chairman Newton Minow tried herding television out of "the wasteland" and into the pastures above, the last to abandon the barren soil of silliness were the cornflakes hustlers—and the children rustlers. This season, though, things seem astonishingly different.
The Westinghouse Broadcasting Co., which has outlets in only five cities,* has come up with a new once-a-month series...
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