| The Radio (1935) Now, when the work's done and the friendly old sun has set the horizon below, We all gather 'round and list' to the sound Of the magical radio. We tune in a band with its rythm so grand, Or to a great drama we thrill, But whether we choose a song or the news, The thing is a mystery still. To attend a good show we don't have to go A step from our fireside ease; We just turn the dial and sit back and smile And hear any program we please. If Son hasn't the dough to a ballgame to go, He doesn't let that put him low; With pencil and pad, this athletic lad Settles down by the radio. The time will soon be when the visage we'll See of the radio star of our choice; Then he needs be, to please you and me, Much more than a marvelous voice! Elsie Mabel Crosby Copyright ©2001 Elsie Crosby |
| The Radio, by Elsie M. Crosby |