TV hardly seems to miss Howdy Doody, Fulton J. Sheen, Milton Berle or Arthur Godfrey's Talent Scouts. But then there is Dave Garroway. Rising out of Chicago in the late 1940s, he blazed the interview show trail with a questing curiosity, melodious baritone voice, quiet manner, and a mind like spun glass—intricate but clear. Plus, of course, thick-rimmed glasses that gave a whole generation of imitators that owlish look. After 1961, when he felt compelled to quit because of his wife's death, he became just a memory. Yet even today, when a videophile hears a few bars of...
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