?The first part of my life is without interest. I was born in a radio factory and eventually found myself a in truck. Then, I was taken to a shop. I was bought by a man and taken to Laxman Public School. Probably no one is more rudely treated than I am. Sometimes I am turned on and off with complete indifference - people forget what a wonderful invention I am. Sometimes the electrician of the school watches the clock and then turns me on with an air of expectancy. Then a few moments later he turns me off with disgust, not thinking of my feelings. Mine is a hard life. But then, there are bright spots in it, too. One evening I heard a conversation between two electricians that helped me to understand these things a little better. They were talking about how there weren't very many good programs on the air any more, and how they liked religious programs best of all. But they said some of them weren't as good as they used to be. And I guess that must be true. Because I know there's a religious program that comes on about the time my mistress does her breakfast dishes. And she always used to listen. Then I guess they got a new singer or something. Maybe singers are naturally loud when they're new-just as new typewriter ribbons are so lack. I've heard my master talk about how it takes a little time to wear them down. Well, I got off the subject. But anyway, about this program! The speaker would be talking along so nice and smooth, and all of a sudden there would be a dreadful noise. I've heard a lot about atom bombs. But I don't think it was that, because it lasted too long. It must have been the singer. Anyway, my mistress would get a terrible scowl on her face and come running in from the kitchen. She wouldn't take time to dry her hands, and oh, how I hate to get dishwater all over me ! But I guess she couldn't help it. She always said something about her ears. And finally she stopped listening to that program. She said she liked the speaker, but she couldn't run back and forth all the time. Not long after that I was sent into the shop for repair. Maybe I had ear trouble too. But I was glad I went, because it was there that I met my good friend, the microphone. We got so well acquainted that now I call him Mike. And Mike has certainly had a lot of experience. Really, he knows a lot. And he explained a lot of things I didn't understand. The first thing I asked him was why new si