Category: Television

The old-fashioned struggle to outdo the Joneses
Seems, by comparison, narrow and biased
Since it’s cropped up again on a much higher plane:
To see who can get his TV aerial highest.

by Ray Romine Saturday, May 5, 1951

It’s true my son’s geography
May be weak as to earthly places,
But you should hear him lecture me
On Saturn’s rings, and tell what space is.

He names the moons of Jupiter;
He holds forth on the speed of light;
Andromeda–he’s heard of her,
And even Halley’s Comet’s flight.

He speaks of Algol and Mizar
As things star-gazers seek to see.
Arabian names, he says they are–
But I confess they’re Greek to me.

So while the educators spurn
TV as trash, let it be said
Space Operas, at least, can turn
My son’s dad’s face a healthy red!

by Ray Romine Monday, February 11, 1952

He peers into the works and “Well’s!”
And “H’m’m’s” at these and those;
But when he makes his final “Ah’s”–
I’m the one who “Owes!”

by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 30, 1952

No matter what the “snack” has been
To other times or climes or nations,
It’s something served today between
Two television presentations.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 5, 1952

Behold our Television Set,
A wonderful invention. Yet,
It has become a way of life
Competing, even, with the wife.
I think what is pictorial
Might be less dictatorial.

by Ray Romine Sunday, January 7, 1951