"Hullo, Hullo! 2 L.O. London station of the British Broadcasting Company calling! Hullo kiddies, hullo, hullo,, hullo!'"'
There were thousands of children "listening-in" all over London as Uncle Arthur, otherwise Mr. Burroughs, Director of Programmes, told his children's stories from Marconi House the other day, but with the exception of an assistant two I had the sole privilege of Fearing bim on the spot.
A big notice "Silence Please" confronted me as I arrived at the top of the huge building im the Strand and I tip-toed as I entered the green-carpeted room where "Uncle Arthur" and his apparatus were installed. The walls and ceiling of the room were hung with fluted white muslin to prevent sound-refraction, otherwise it might have been anyone's room, anywhere, just the muslin and the microphone were unusual. It was a very comfortable room as a matter of fact, with a grand piano in one corner, a buch in another and tables and chairs dotted about. The microphone itself, a temporary affair perched on a large packing-case with wires connecting it through an amplifier to the outside aerial, was a most umassertive concern ani would have delighted Heath Robin-
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.