Gentleman
Jim Reeves & Tom Perryman
The station was
KLTI. The slogan was: "To sell or buy...call
KLTI". This was an am/fm radio station in the nineteen
fifties. The staff was experienced and professional. We had
it all: news, music, baseball, bingo, just the kind of station people
enjoyed in those somewhat experimental and maybe amateurish times for a medium
that was not too many years from the invention stage.
The people employed there were dedicated. So it was, when Jim
Reeves joined the staff, a pleasure to have someone with his
polish. I remember we were all pleased when we met Jim. We
had a lot of pride in our sound, and I won't say this again, "Jim Reeves
had a fine voice".
We were all young men and women, just getting it
together. Most of the staff had prior experience in
smaller towns. And Longview was a growing, progressive
city, where success came to those who made the effort.
In the five years I was associated with the station, from 1949
till 1954, three members of the staff had gone on to buy their own radio
stations in other cities. This was made possible by the confidence
they built with local businessmen, who encourged them to find a station, and gave
them the financial support to make their moves. This offered an avenue
to power their future success, while at the same time, gave good returns for
their Longview backers.
When Jim came to work at KLTI, he didn't have an
automobile. But that was the case for most. I had purchased a
car a year or two after starting on the job. Jim's wife, Mary worked at
a fashionable dress shop, Margo's, just one block from Sears, where my wife was employed. After
work, Jim would ride with me, and we would wait for the girls. We
ate a lot of fried chicken and hamburgers in the evenings, and didn't realize
we were being frugal.
Mary didn't move to Longview immediately after Jim came to KLTI.
He rode the bus back and forth to Henderson, where she worked. One
night, Tom Perryman and his wife Billie, met Jim at the bus station, and
brought him out to the house where my wife and I, and another couple
lived. It was Canasta Night, as nearly every night came to be in
the early fifties. The four of us were already playing, when they
arrived. They set up a table, and began their game. After a
few minutes, Billie Perryman said, "Tommy, keep your leg
still". Tommy looked his cards over and merely grunted.
A while later, Billie let the hammer down, exclaiming: "Quit moving
your leg, I'm resting my feet". Tommy looked up this time and said,
"I'm not moving my leg". And, Jim, who had been
very quiet, said, "Billie that's my leg". He was beet red, and
Tommy was choking to death with laughter.
At work, Jim had a guitar in the studio. When he had a
record spinning, he would strum along till the next mike time came up.
Sometimes he would have as much as fifteen minutes between air duties, and he
always grabbed the guitar, and would softly sing along as he played. Perhaps
my one claim to fame in Longview, was my admonition to Jim: "If
you'd hang up that blamed guitar, and stick to your announcing, you'd really go places''. That phrase came back to haunt me.
One Saturday afternoon, I was writing copy. Jim was on the
air for his mike shift. He took a call in the control room, rushed out
and asked if I would cover his shift for him, while he talked to the
caller. He took the call in the office, and I went back to the control
room. In a few minutes, Jim came bouncing back to the control room, like
he was walking on balloons. He said, "Al, that was Horace Logan, the manager of KWKH in
Shreveport. He
was driving through town and liked my voice, and said he wanted me to come to
work with his station". Jim said his job would only require him to make station
breaks. I could hear it in my head: "KAY, DOUBLE-U,KAH,
H,....SHREVEPORT''. Not being overjoyed at the thought of losing Jim, I said
it didn't sound like much of a challenge for him. But, Jim had a goal, and
said as much that afternoon, remarking that KWKH was the home of the Louisiana
Hayride, a program that had catapulted many a country singer to
stardom.
One of the people who most often throws that "hang up your
guitar and stick to your announcing" at me, is Jack Mackey. Jack
had been on the sales staff at KLTI, and when Federated Department Stores
opened a store in Longview, he was hired as Manager of the Men's Department.
After about two weeks at KWKH, Jim came back to Longview and went in to
see Jack at Fedway. He confided that he had a chance to sing on the
Hayride three nights later, and he didn't have anything to wear. He
asked Jack if he could get a pair of black slacks, a white shirt and string
tie, and pay him the next week. Jack outfitted him in
style. The following week, he returned to Fedway, paid Jack for
his purchases, and bought a new white shirt. You know the rest of the
story.
Well, at least one note. Tom Perryman became Jim's business
partner in a radio station, in Henderson, Texas. Tommy and Billie
later sold the Henderson station and bought one near
Nashville. Tommy had another singing star on his list of
friends. While he managed a station, KEES, then in Gladewater,
Texas, he became close to Elvis, who often played the little strip
of clubs outside Gladewater. Billie has appeared on a national
television show honoring Elvis' birthday celebration. Tommy was a
fine announcer, with a country, country style. On one occasion, I was
doing color for a football game in Palestine, when Tommy was doing the play by
play for the Henderson audience. I took a moment to listen to him
as the officials had stopped play for a measurement. I'll never forget
Tommy's description: "Wal, they'r gonna measure to see if its a
first down. Nope... Nope.....it looks like it is just a snuff can lid away from
being a first down".
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