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...Waldron, 35, of Seattle's radio station KOL, is a sad-faced disk jockey who hates rock "n" roll ("Sounds like a drunk with the heaves") and dislikes his work ("It's not very much fun, you know"). But to Seattle's schoolchildren, brainy Bob has been a sort of hero-ever since the night he inadvertently stumbled into the field of education. "A couple of weeks ago," he explains, "I was sitting here bored as hell, wondering what to do next and rattling on, and I make this innocent statement-something like: 'Hey, kids...
Geometry They Don't Dig. A onetime premedical student at Michigan State University. Waldron found himself confronted by every kind of question, from "What is an idea?" to "What are the three body types?" He had to conjugate Latin verbs, locate the source of the Mississippi, identify the President of the U.N. General Assembly, solve all sorts of math problems for troubled bobby-soxers. "Geometry," he found, "they just don't dig." So many questions poured in that Waldron soon realized the station's "reference library-a 1943 Who's Who, a 1950 Information Please Almanac...
...Honey ..." Waldron still spins such platters as Bebop Baby and Black Slacks, still chatters on about his sponsor's solid products, still gives the latest news bulletins every half-hour. But in between, he must find out whom Bassanio in The Merchant of Venice married, define "scyphus," reel off the precautions that should be taken when making an atomic reactor or ponder such posers as how fast a snowball of a given diameter must go to melt on impact with a wall of a given temperature. Though he sometimes postpones the more difficult questions, he usually finds something...
...really a homebody, and the main support of two adult humans, Mennella, 34, and Roy Waldron, 33, onetime NBC pages who bought him for $600 when they decided to open a pet shop. Last week they lovingly nursed him back to health around the clock, feeding him pills every four hours, shared the hours with him as he sat in the living room by a roaring fire watching TV. When necessary, they have even slept in the same bed with him ("The only trouble is that he grabs all the blankets"). Says Mennella: "There will never be another one like...
...WALDRON...