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Sirs: . . . Since your notable broadcast—"The March of Time"—I haven't missed a single number. I find it amusing and instructive to formulate my own "March of Time"—and see how close I can come to your own selections. . . . NORRIS WEST
Philadelphia, Pa. Sirs: We have a new game at our house. Three of us read TIME. Regularly on Friday, each of us is permitted a few minutes to look over the freshly delivered current issue. Then, each attempts to determine which of the news features are to be dramatized on the evening program. The one picking the largest number of stories (limited to ten) that are broadcast later is entitled to undisputed possession of TIME for the remainder of the evening. It has solved quite a weekend problem—no foolin'. . . . ALLEN G. MILLER
Grand Rapids, Mich. Sirs: I am not asking much— only that . . . you get one of the high power short wave stations such as the Westinghouse, General Electric, or the N. B. C. station at Boundbrook, N. J., to broadcast it. Long wave does not come through very well down here during the summer. . . . E. F. RICE
Guayama, Porto Rico
"The March of Time'' is presented over the Columbia Broadcasting System's two short-wave stations: W2NE, 49.02 meters, 6120 kilocycles, 500 watts; and W3NAU, 49.5 meters, 6060 kilocycles, 500 watts.
The last spring performance of "The March of Time" will be June 19. Do subscriber-listeners vote for continuance of "The March of Time" in the autumn?
—ED.
Salesman Oldneld
Sirs: Your Joplin correspondent (TIME, May 4) appears to think that I am undignified—or worse —in having the make, price and my name and endorsement painted on the side of my car. To him I am a "motorized sandwichman." I am a stockholder in the Hudson Motor Car Co., makers of my $595 Essex, and as a stockholder I am playing my part in endeavoring to sell their product, which is also, as a stockholder, mine. Maybe that's undignified—but if all stockholders of all companies were salesmen for their products, maybe we would have less unemployment, more money and better times. We're all too dignified, which is what the Prince of Wales told the British captains of industry was the matter with them. Less dignity, harder work, better sales. Let TIME advocate that all directors of companies and all stockholders work to sell goods. Increase sales activity; kill depression. So far as my parking ability is concerned, I challenge Mr. Hutchinson to a parking duel, an acceleration duel, a braking test, a speed test or any other kind of a test known to motoring. And if Mr. Hutchinson thinks the public is no longer interested in old idols, well I can give him the figures on how many people write for my autograph yearly. More do than ask for many of the autographs of film stars, not that I deserve it—but it is an indication that the American public does not desert its sport idols altogether. And another, thing! Nearly every speed cop when he catches up with a speeder asks "Hey, d'ya think yer Barney Oldneld?" That is, of course, when they're not askin': "Whezdafire, huh?" and "Wher' th'lya goin'?" You know me, BARNEY OLDFIELD
Indianapolis, Ind.
Sourdoughs Hailed
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