Paul harvey stories in print
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Paul Harvey's the Rest of the Story
This was a book from my youth. Nationally syndicated radio "news and comment" guy, Paul Harvey, was a voice from the lazy days of the 1970s, mainly heard in the summer months from a static-prone but strong little transistor radio, when I was off school and frolicking around the pool or the yard, playing with the dogs or climbing the clothesline pole or retrieving an errant football quickly to avoid a vicious dog on the other side of the neighbor's fence.
So Paul Harvey represents a more innocent time, for me and for the country. He had an easy, slightly sinister and bemused edge to his vocal delivery that added suspense to his editorialized news broadcasts, and to a special segment of programs he titled, The Rest of the Story, which were neat little tales, often about famous people from history, that always had a boffo punchline that was supposed to be surprising and unpredictable.
This book was a collection of those little tales; kind of like the instant gratification stories one might have enco
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Paul Harvey: “And that’s the REST of the story!”
Growing up, I loved listening to the radio. With today’s technology, radio now almost sounds like stone-age know-how, but the AM and FM sound waves opened up new worlds to me as a young listener in Virginia. During many summers I sat by the road with my little red wagon and sold fresh vegetables from my parents’ garden. I would sit in my folding chair, waiting for customers to stop, while I listened to my battery-operated radio.
One particularly fond memory from those years was a remarkable radio personality, Paul Harvey. His scratchy voice was immediately recognizable to his listeners–and they stretched from coast to coast–by the millions. Harvey had wonderful taglines. Before his daily news and opinion summary, he would light-hardheartedly squawk, “This is Paul Harvey…stand by for news!” He had MASTERFUL pauses and timing! Another popular show he produced was called “The Rest of the Story.” Here, he would begin by telling a story about someone named “Billy” or “Betty.” He would set the scene, hike the drama. throw in lots of twists and turns, and end by telling you what famous person or event he had been talking about. And h
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