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...Cincinnati, Audio Controls Corp. offered a gadget to throttle TV commercials. Named Blab-Off, the device is a simple, remote-control sound switch, advertised to eliminate the "long, loud, vulgar, boring commercials that force their way into your living room." While the advertising spiel goes off, the TV picture stays on, so that viewers can tell when the commercial is over and switch the sound on again. Price: $2.98. Advertisements for Blab-Off have been refused by The New Yorker Magazine, the New York Times and the Herald Tribune, possibly because the sales pitch was right up there with...
...doctors who never have time to read all their technical literature but spend up to three hours a day in their cars, Los Angeles' College of Medical Evangelists started an "Audio-Digest" service: a tape recorder is installed in the doctor's car and each week, for $2.50, he gets a one-hour summary of medical news...
Obviously, the Faculty knows best how to teach such courses. Yet, many other schools have adopted different and highly successful methods of teaching elementary languages, the most bizarre example being Cornell's audio-visual-Lord-knows-what-else system. This dynamism has even rubbed off slightly on Harvard, in the form of the experimental French B section where students must at least speak French whenever they are in class. Perhaps more of this, perhaps a deeper draught on the Cornell system, might alleviate the medium of the present elementary courses...
...recordings sound just as good as a performance in a concert hall-maybe better. Half a dozen years ago, there was hardly a platoon of them in the whole U.S. Last week in Manhattan, 15,000 of them trooped to the fourth annual hi-fi roundup, known as the Audio Fair. Partsmakers and plain fans, they took over 116 rooms of the New Yorker Hotel, set up their wares and turned on the switches...
Mikki was what Ellen Vaughn had instead of God. He was a strange deity chock-full of panels, bobbins, and spools of wire. His memory was perfect and his playback repertory ran to 463,635 recorded hours. Ellen's late father, an audio-research addict, had fed Mikki everything: Bach, stock-market predictions, forgotten pre-Edison records. "Some jukebox!" said her younger brother Charles, admiringly. But Mikki was more than a giant jukebox; he was first cousin to all the electronic brain machines whose touted destiny is to make modern man obsolete...