A Fine Frequency

Your glowing praise was received with all the modest grace I could muster—which is to say, none at all! This morning called for proper showmanship, so I embarked on an expedition across the carpet to investigate a hefty wooden cabinet on the lower shelf. Behind its polished slats sat an honest-to-goodness speaker grille. With a polite tap of my cane against the grooved brass tuning knob, I coaxed it into yielding a glorious, crackling hiss of morning airwaves. No garish modern screens, simply magnificent static filling the parlor just as it ought to.