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Hah, coming home from school and sitting in front of the B&W TV, try after dinner sitting in the living room in front of the console radio. Waiting for the creaking door of the Inner Sanctum, or "Who knows what evil lurks in the minds of men ...". Then "Glory be Casey, 'tis the Green Harnet". These shows depended mainly on the imagination, probably the reason so few made it on TV. Speaking of that when we first got our TV Dad and I were watching the boxing. Here were two fighters in a clutch in the middle of the ring, but the old radio announcer Dan Dunphy was going on as if they were murdering each other - talk about spin.
Then Jack Benny, Fred Allen, Fibber McGee and Molly, Fireside Theatre, all gone.
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Some people are like Slinkies, not really good for anything. They do bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
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