RADIO. e "choice" programme
"L The by a well-known personality-of which "Desert Island Discs" was a long-lasting example-makes a pleasant variation in the manner of presenting an ordinary studio concert, as you will find if you listen to "I Know What I Like"(Sundays, Home).
I heard No. 12 in the series, a very good selection by Cohn Wills, played by the B.B.C. Concert Orchestra, and I liked it all the better for the absence of that horribly matey boosting of the celebrity making the choice which has characterised this type of broadcast in the past. John Gavall's songs with guitar were way enjoyable, particularly a South American one about Brazil.
I know what I like, too, and this week I have done hardly any "duty" listening but have browsed according to my own taste among the very large amount of good entertainment offered. There are two outstanding things for which I would like to say "Thank you."
The first is Trevor Harvey's playing of the whole of the love duet from "Tristan and Isolde," in his Opera at Home series.
The second is the charmingly natural way in which child listeners were invited to come to Baby Jesus in the Crib during "Music and Move ment II," given by Marjorie Eche in the last week of the Schools' Programmes in the Home Service. This was yet another example of the excellent way in which religion forms a natural and living part of these splendid broadcasts.
I usually like "Life with the Lyons" but I did not like the gags in it about Mr. Wimpole and his family of 13 children; for example, his attitude to his wife, which is the kind that music halls usually assume a man has towards his mother-inlaw. In fact, all of this Wimpole business is crashingly unfunny at the expense of family life.
One bit of "duty" listening produced the most poverty stricken humour of the whole week-an episode in "Ray's a Laugh," in which Ted Ray, suffering from lumbago, gets hold of a prescription for glasses by mistake. The punch-lines in the awful jokes could be seen lumbering in a mile off and were a great weariness even to the children, who can normally raise a snigger for the feeblest cracks.
The first instalments of M rs. Molesworth's "Tapestry R o o which is being serialised on Children's Hour, kept the atmosphere of this enchanting sto r y beautifully, though I suppose nothing could quite bring back the pleasure of reading the book itself for the first time.