The Bogey of the Future

Publication: Melbourne Herald
Date: 13 July 1922

“In almost every civilised country except ours, Radio has developed too fast,” says a scientific paper, “that no man may sit by his fireside and listen at will to grand opera, parliamentary debates, concerts, vaudeville shows, sermons or whatever he pleases.”


Scene: A fireside.

Characters: A householder, his
wife.

Time: Early evening.

The Man: I feel like a bit of vaude-
ville tonight.

Wife: Oh! I suppose that cat whose
voice you were so enamored of last
Wednesday!

Man: My dear!

Wife: Oh, I know! I couldn’t drag
you away from the machine while she
was singing.

Man: Very well. Perhaps the House
is sitting. I’ll listen to a debate.

(He reaches for the radio.)

Radio: Mr Speaker, I wish to make
a personal explanation. When I was
ejected from that meeting at the Town
Hall, I——

Wife: Oh, turn that off! It’s that
bore Jiggs. We don’t want to listen
to him!

Man: Righto. What about this
Radio: We’re two real naughty
boys.
Sporty boys—naughty boys.
Wife: Turn it off!

Man: I can’t! What have you been
doing to this machine?

Radio: Naughty boys, sporty boys—
I object Mr Speaker? The country
Party has deliberately misrepresented
dear brethren, the text today is
“Naughty boys, sporty boys—
Well, 'ave another chaps. Just a wee
deoch and  doruis - now a certain man
went down into the—Naughty boys!”

(On a point of order Mr Speaker—)

“Gerty Gerty Don’t you know me,
Bertie? I’m Gerty the peroxide
peach.”

Wife: John!

Radio: I’m Gerty, Bertie, and I’m
feeling rather flirty, Bertie.”

Wife: John!

Man: KIts alright dear.  Machines
working perfectly now.
Wife: John! Its that woman again

Radio: It’s Gerty, Bertie, the peroxide
peach, don’t you remember? When
we met on the beach.

Wife: John!

Man: Is all right.

Radio: Remember how you squeezed
me, and teased me . . .

Wife: John!

Radio: And pleased me.

Wife: JOHN!

Man: It's all right.

Wife: JOHN!

Radio: G-r-r-r-r-r-r.