Ed Bliss
Edward Lydston Bliss, Jr. (July 30, 1912 – November 25, 2002) was an American broadcast journalist, news editor and educator. After 25 years at CBS News (1943–1968) as editor, copywriter and producer for Edward R. Murrow and Walter Cronkite, he founded the broadcast journalism program at American University.
Biography
Ed Bliss was born July 30, 1912, in Fuzhou, China. His parents were missionaries; his father, Edward Lydston Bliss, was a physician, and his mother, May Bortz Bliss, was a teacher. Bliss lived in China until he was nine.
Bliss grew up in Massachusetts, attending the Northfield Mount Hermon School and editing the school paper. He planned to become a doctor like his father, but after receiving his bachelor of arts degree from Yale University in 1935 he set out on a career in journalism. He was hired as a reporter at the Bucyrus Telegraph-Forum in Bucyrus, Ohio, and developed his skills working for Rowland R. Peters, a former reporter for the Chicago Tribune. In 1936 Bliss joined the staff of The Columbus Citizen, the Scripps-Howard paper in Columbus, Ohio, where he worked as a reporter and state editor until 1943.
Podcasts:
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by Bessie Smith
Oh Daddy Blues
by: Bessie SmithJust like a flower I am fading away
The doctor call to see me most every day
But he don't do me no good, why?
Because I'm lonesome for you
And if you care for me
Then you will listen to my plea
Oh, daddy, look what you doin', look what you doin'
Oh, daddy, you with your foolin', think what you're losin'
All the little love I gave you
Is goin' to make you feel so awfully blue
When you miss me and long to kiss me
You'll curse the day that you ever quit me
Oh, daddy, think when you're all alone
You'll get so lonely just wait and see
But there will be someone else makin' love to me
Then daddy, daddy, you won't have no mama at all
Oh, daddy, look what you doin', look what you doin'
Oh, daddy, you and your foolin', think what you losin'
All the little love I gave you
Is goin' to make me feel so awfully blue
When you miss me, and long to kiss me
You'll curse the day that you ever quit me
Oh, daddy, think when you're all alone
You know that you are getting old
You'll miss the way I baked your jelly roll