Writes Rich Wilcke:

In 1970 or 1971, I became quite interested in Paul Harvey. In the Topeka public library, I found two books written about 1949 or 1950 by a young, heavy-set radio announcer named Paul H. Aurandt, who’d been living and working, as I recall, in or around Tulsa, Oklahoma. His picture was on one of the dust jackets (he sort of reminded me, as I think back, of a Joshua Goldberg.) Anyway, these were anti-communist screeds written for a popular audience and, of course, bound to be be appreciated by Hoover and the other new ‘Cold Warriors’ in Washington. Harvey, in those days before his commentary on the news became syndicated and he became a big fitness addict, was just a young local radio announcer with an interest in “major issues” and apparently very ambitious. I met him four or five years later – about 1976 0r 1977) when I actually hired him to fly in a private Lear Jet at our expense to Wichita to help boost the attendance at the Kansas Livestock (cattlemen) Association convention. At the time he was at the pinnacle of his appeal (and arrogance), and he drew 1,500 cattlemen and their wives as effectively as anyone could have. He and I spent time together on that trip, and it seemed clear to me that he was not the type to read anything scholarly. He was, in a compound word, a lightweight; “a flag-waver” as Leonard Read would have put it.

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