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Sincere Thanks to Dan McConnell's
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Dan McConnell's son, Daniel J. McConnell, was estranged from his family from about the 1970s until his passing at a veterans hospital in New York in 2005. If anyone has information as to the life and times of Daniel J. McConnell, PLEASE contact this writer by e-mail, so it can be forwarded to his niece and nephew. Any help in this matter would be greatly appreciated. |
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Dan McConnell in the Camden Courier-Post |
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| Dan McConnell - about 1920 | Dan
& Betty Ann McConnell Spring of 1926 |
Camden Courier-Post * January 24, 1928 |
| Megaphone
Not 'Mike' is New WCAM Equipment
Camden's Municipal station, WCAM, has added a new piece of mechanism to the usual broadcasting apparatus. A megaphone has replaced the customary microphone. Jim Howell, announcing from the Walt Whitman Hotel studio last night, said "I will now turn the Megaphone over to Bessie I. Bossert." Further on in the program he again turned the "megaphone" over to someone. Dan McConnell still holds the championship at WCAM, however, for Howell's error didn't compare to the time, several weeks ago, when McConnell broadcast two rounds of a bout at Convention Hall before he gave the names of the fighters. |
Camden Courier-Post * April 25, 1928 |
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Baseball Played In Truck Costs $100, Ruins Diamond |
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Caruso South 4th Street - Broadway - Everett Street |
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PROGRAMS Stations reserve right to change programs without notice |
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March 28, 1932
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Dan McConnell's Courier-Post Columns and Articles |
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| January 5, 1938 |
H. Bart McHugh, Camden Mummers, The Dooley Family vaudeville act from Camden, Radio announcer "Dream Daddy" Harry Erhart |
| January 11, 1938 |
Check Forgers, Judge Frank Neutze, Mayor Charles H. Ellis, Phillies manager Charlie Dooin, Frank S. Albright, Firmin Michel, Mrs. Margaret Palese |
| January 11, 1938 |
Dr.
W. Carlton Harris, Stanley
Ciechanowski, Stanley
Jaskolski, |
| January 12, 1938 |
Camden PTA Dress Contest, Mrs. Margaret Palese |
| January 22, 1938 |
Ban
on Card Parties, Supreme Court Justice Frank
T. Lloyd, |
| January 24, 1938 |
Oscar A. Eastlack, V. Claude Palmer, Samuel M. Shay, William W. Logan, J.R. Tucker, Newton Roney, Rev. R.E. Bristell, John Cromie, T.L. Bear, Harry Taylor, Bert Poland |
| January 29, 1938 |
The First Car in Camden, Oscar A. Eastlack, George Holl, George Kruck, Abe Fuhrman, George Horneff, Dr. Isaac M. Hugg, Dr. Harry Jarrett |
| February 1, 1938 |
Oscar A. Eastlack, Sig Schoenagle, Dr. Oscar N. Hinski, Henry Kobus, Joseph Kobus, Sam Herman, Frank J. Hartmann Jr. |
| February 8, 1938 |
Bill Wilson, Dan & Gertie Grimes, |
| February 15, 1938 |
Catholic Lyceum, John S. "Rye Beach" Smith, Dr. Oscar N. Hinski, Frank J. Hartmann Jr., Oscar A. Eastlack, Gustave Schwoeri Sr., Meyers Baker, John Curtis, Martin O'Brien |
| February 22, 1938 |
Melbourne F. Middleton Jr., Benjamin R. Denny, Fithian Simmons, General William Joyce Sewell, Charles M. Abrahamson, Walt Whitman, Charles Leo McKeone |
| June 2, 1939 |
Dr. H. Genet Taylor, Henry Magin, Dr. David S. Rhone, E. George Aaron, Walt Whitman, William Joyce Sewell, Clay Reesman, Dr. Alexander Macalister, Gordon Mackay, Dr. Othniel Hart Taylor |
| June 7, 1939 |
The Camden Courthouse of 1904, the Temple Theater, Ralph W.E. Donges, Charles W. Austermuhl, David Baird Sr., David Baird Jr., Robert Schroeder Sr., William H. Pratt, Chief Jimmy Long, Bob Turner's Oyster House |
| June 30, 1939 |
Bill Logan |
| October 2, 1939 |
Henry W. Aitken, James O'Neill, Vaudeville, Tommy Gramigna |
| October 6, 1939 |
Delaware Shad, Faye Templeton, Bill Logan, wrestling at Convention Hall, Thomas Daley, E. George Aaron, Dr. Ethan Lang, James E. Hewitt, David Rankins, Ed Jeffries, Ed Myers, Rev. Stacy Myers, |
| October 10, 1939 |
Conrad
Hoer, Harry Leonard,
Emma Hyland, North
Camden, |
| October 13, 1939 |
Temple Theatre, Chester De Vonde, Francis X. Bushman, E. George Aaron, Ferries, Camden Republican Club, Cooper Street, David Baird Sr., Siddons Brothers. |
| October 17, 1939 |
Neil Deighan, John W. Wescott, Frank Sheridan, Byron Cobb, Ray Dooley, Mike Jubanyik, Ethan P. Wescott, |
| October 20, 1939 |
E. George Aaron, Early Automobiles, Boxers |
| October 24, 1939 |
Firmin Michel, Tom Kenney, Neil Deighan |
| October 27, 1939 |
Dr. Carroll H. Francis, Chester De Vonde, Francis X. Bushman, |
| October 31, 1939 | |
| November 3, 1939 |
Hurley store, Harry Moran, Temple Theatre, Eggie Lennox, Ralph Bakley, Dave "Kidder" Bourquin, Camden Wheelmen, William "Kid" Gleason, Towers Theater, Wolcott J. Patterson |
| November 7, 1939 |
Irving Buckle, Lou Schaub, Herbert Anderson, Howard Truax, William B. Wells, Joe Wells, Nate Pettit, Martin Schreiber, Baseball, Trolleys, Arch street |
| November 10, 1939 |
Lewis A. Lee, Frank J. Hartmann Jr., Victor Talking Machine Company, Elks, Cooper Street, Frank J. Sheridan |
| November 21, 1939 |
Admiral Henry B. Wilson, Samuel Laning, Richard W. Howell, Cooper Street |
| November 24, 1939 |
Towers Theatre, Don Traveline, Clay Reesman, Frank Sheridan, Kaighn Avenue, Broadway, Walt Whitman House, Vaudeville, Ed Sackett, 3rd and Market Streets |
| November 28, 1939 |
Thomas Daley, Levi Farnham, Clay Reesman, Berkley Street, Point Street, Erie Street, Benjamin Cooper, David Baird Sr., Petty's Island, Howard M. Cooper, Mathis Yacht Co., |
| September 9, 1948 |
Ann Pennington, Gloria Swanson |
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Betty Ann writes about her father, Dan McConnell - August 1965 |
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POP My father was a small man....bent...limping....thin....so thin....with eyes and hair that bespoke a Spanish unknown in an Irish background. he spoke seldom but when he did you listened because he was a story teller... ... a deeply locked mind stored away little things and when they broke through they ran out in language, vocabulary, and written word that claimed education. My father never finished fourth grade, yet his life limited in years and scope edged on greatness. He spoke over early radio as a sports announcer, whistling between bouts to entertain the fans... I remember being brought downstairs to listen to Daddy over the radio. He wrote as a true newspaperman notes on an napkin, matchbook, envelope, etcetera. He never had a decent pencil or paper on him, but up from grimy pockets, with tobacco and bits of paper, came the slips of paper... tiny pencil and he scribbled. That scribbling produced stories and columns read by thousands. These words were never rewritten or corrected by anyone. His vocabulary was very strong, precise; his spelling outstanding, his writing style picturesque, romantic, ala Jim Bshop. His wants, dreams, and desires were locked away for lack of money, education, and a demanding family from the time he was a boy, the working child. The shoemaker he worked for encouraged him to read, thus Charles Dickens was his real education. He always did his best in an untidy, quiet, loving way. At home a retiring, reading ,an... thin hands never still, he rolled bits of paper, pulled his left ear, typed two-finger columns, cooked a good meal, hunched by a radio a if it might try to run away. He moved quietly; limping in and out to check traffic, his tomato plants, always looking, observing; never doing--- he could only write, read, and speak when he wanted to. He loved much, animals- cats and dogs would sit beside him in deep comfort then sleep, covered by good sweater or blankets on clean beds he put them on. He adored movies, entertainers, and vaudeville, all of "show biz". What a joy to see a movie or listen to a program with him. He always remembered when... he had known the greats, having been a press agent for the Keith Circuit during vaudeville days. We didn't have TV, we had Pop to fill in for us. My memories are of Saturday afternoons and movies with Pop. How he hurried, plunging ahead on crooked legs into the darkened theater, and settling down as if to stay forever. Maybe we saw some terrible movies together, I don't know... they were always classics to me. I remember for years there would be a knock on my bedroom door late in the evening and Pop would slip in a small bag of penny candy, each piece different. Even when I was out on my own, that bag of candy would appear as did an extra dollar on Sunday before he went to work. Everyone knew him, walking on a city street with him, every other person would say "Hello Dan". He'd hurry on as if to catch a train, a quick hello thrown out to the unseen, There were always passes to circuses, National Conventions, movies, racetracks... he never used them. He hated holidays- he worked them, nights usually... Fast drivers, we had no car.... Clothes- he looked like rocks were carried in all his pockets.... Drunks- he was a heavy drinker himself....Guests- he's miss his paper or radio programs... Visiting same reason- he'd disappear quite well. He loved me. I know he did. I could tell- his hands on my head, his tears when I cried, he never criticized me. He slapped me once... just once... I had slapped him first. He brought me home my out of town newspapers and movies books. He's cook me the best steaks. I was his only wanted companion, ever. There was a silent bond between us...it made us happy to be in the same room together.... quiet but together. This small giant had many faults and I know them too, but they were man made.... not God given, as he was. He was a man with a great brain and talent chained to a small life. With education and encouragement he could have "made it" but he never did.... He died of cancer of the mouth, uncomplaining, alone silent as always.... For my children I wish many things among them that each will have a little of my Pop in them.... read, write, and speak as he did.... He didn't make it... maybe you will... for him and me. I dream of greatness for you of writing ability, of speaking quality, love of books, to see things others miss, love of show business, animals, but most of all to be able to share what you have with others..... in your own way - Elizabeth
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Dan McConnell's Scrapbook WHEN
a tube goes haywire in the present
day radio receiver it means
a little inconvenience and a small amount of cash. Back
in the days when the engineers turned
out its first one-tube set, Ours
was a sad experience two days after the prized tube set with earphones
was hooked onto a crude antenna. The single tube slipped and
splintered into pieces. That was a personal radio tragedy. A new tube
cost exactly $6. For a couple of dollars more today you can buy a
midget receiver—and they talk about a recession. KDKA
was one of the pioneer broadcasting stations. It pounded through those
one-tubers with a bang. Getting our first DX we hopped to the
telephone and called Dr. Oscar N. Hinski, also a pioneer radio bug, to tell we got KDKA. And NOT repeating what "Doc” said. It's been a long step forward from the days of the crystal sets with their "cat's whiskers" and programs on the mighty organ in the Wanamaker store with Joe Nassau in his resonant voice chirping: "This is Station W-O-O." Great orchestras now entertain us, but Charley Kerr and his pioneer radio crew gave us many enjoyable moment with our first one-tube set. Frank
J. Hartmann, our own city commissioner, is touchy about the subject of
radio. As a junior engineer he was present at the first KDKA broadcast
on Nov. 2, 1920, in Pittsburgh. ON
BROADWAY "Blossoms
on Broadway.” There were blossoms on Camden's
Broadway not so many
years ago. Each Spring and Slimmer the trees bloomed forth in early
buds and there was always a poignant aroma such as only Nature could
produce. Homes
of the older families of this then pastoral-like town were ornamented
with window flowerboxes. Geraniums and other perennial and seasonal
plants burst out in multicolored blooms right on old Broadway. Yea,
there were blossoms on Broadway way back there when folks didn't have
to dodge speeding car— nor push their way through sidewalks crowded
with shoppers. It was so serene when there were blossoms on our own
Broadway. SHOW
BUSINESS An advertisement reading “Bijou—Miss St.
Louis” of 1937 is
tinged with a life drama of past years. The
old Bijou theatre In Philadelphia, it seems, is today a playhouse
where once great exponents of Thespia come back to lament of success
that is no more, and to receive a stipend that in their more opulent
days would have been spurned as cigarette money. We
knew
lovely Charlotte Nash, the once famed "Miss St. Louis" of
one of the earlier Atlantic City The
Bijou— the house that spawned stage stars and now a haven for
one-time greats, whose dreams and hopes have been shattered. That’s
show business. WORDS
AND MUSIC "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" is... packing them in at New York's Radio City Music Hall . . . Scalpers have most of the tickets . . . Looks like Walt Disney drew a fortune for himself Aesop's Fables . . . The first animated cartoon pictures... were the spice of the old Keith vaudeville programs. Why not a radio "Hit Parade" series?… Of old time tunes… such as "Dardanella" or maybe "On the 5:15" or perhaps "Mary, You're a Little Bit Old-fashioned" and other songs we whistled back around 1915. Leah
Ray, the songbird of Sonja Henie's latest film opus "Happy
Landing'" got her real start when she first sang with Phil Harris
and his orchestra . . . . in 1934. A radio highlight is the Hal
Grayson orchestra arrangement of "Scrapin' the Toast"… A
band that is Hollywood bound. Bands may come and go . . . but just one
more night at Harry Roselle’s dancing academy… Dancing to the
tunes played by Harry Reyno's Orchestra. Still
in the same business after more than 40-years. One of the merchant
princes of Camden. Remembering
when Sig convinced this then young reporter that an $8 derby hat was
perfect. The first time, wearing the Iron chapeau, when one of the
boys in the old Aquinas Club addressed us as “Chief." Putting
the derby on our tormentor's head and pulling it all the way down over
his nose. Those tall choker collars and flowing black artists bow ties he peddled back around 1912. Sam Herman made those nifty suits with pegleg trousers, you bought your shoes from the Kobus boys and Sig Schoenagle provided the duds for the dudes back in the early 1900's. Styles
have changed but Sid is the same grand fellow who failed miserably in
making a fashion plate out of this spindle-legged
newshound. SO
WHAT? As
this writer anticipated, our yarn about an old and revered friend,
Oscar A. Eastlack, and his vintage Brush car, kicked
up a lot of arguments and discussions. However,
until some Camden citizens presents authentic and undisputed proof to
the contrary that's our story and we're sticking to it. That
same story brings up another much-mooted question. The question is
whether readers of columns such as this desire reminiscences of the
good old days or the more ultramodern prattle and chatter about
present day persons and events. In
the short time this pillar has been tolerated by the managing editor
and possibly read by some folks not once has our mail box contained a
letter from a local reader, who penned or typed a complimentary note
about something we wrote a la modernistic. On
the other hand many folks have taken the time to give to this
scrivener a few kind words of appreciation. Missives of this kind are
appreciated with heartfelt gratitude. A
gracious note from Mrs. Mary Dooley, mother of Rae Dooley and other
members of the stage famous Dooleys. This grand old lady is living in
Atlantic City. A
reader who flatteringly compared the Scrap Book with the literari of
the very odd McIntyre signs herself as Minnie L. Keen. In
our days of broadcasting sports events letters came from many parts of
the country, from Canada, and one from a little town near London,
England. The
majority of that radio mail came from women listeners. The same rule
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Dan McConnell's Scrapbook CRITICISM,
some perhaps justified, has been directed toward the various alphabet
agencies of the New Deal administration. Forgetting our own rather
straight back The
many grand old troupers who sipped champagne and puffed on expensive
cigars in the halcyon and opulent days of old Keith vaudeville, this
one branch of the administration has been a haven hope for now
financially anemic Thespians. |