If Paul Harvey was still alive today, the only way he would be able to make a living with his eccentric creepy voice would be to peddle true-crime sleaze like that white-haired pervert on NBC. Whatisname. The Dateline guy.
This was a book from my youth. Nationally syndicated radio "news and comment" guy, Paul Harvey, was a voice from the lazy days of the 1970s, mainly heard in the summer months from a static-prone but strong little transistor radio, when I was off school and frolicking around the pool or the yard, playing with the dogs or climbing the clothesline pole or retrieving an errant football quickly to avoid a vicious dog on the other side of the neighbor's fence.
So Paul Harvey represents a more innocent time, for me and for the country. He had an easy, slightly sinister and bemused edge to his vocal delivery that added suspense to his editorialized news broadcasts, and to a special segment of programs he titled, The Rest of the Story, which were neat little tales, often about famous people from history, that always had a boffo punchline that was supposed to be surprising and unpredictable.
This book was a collection of those little tales; kind of like the instant gratification stories one might have encountered in any typical Reader's Digest.
Needless to say, I read this a LONG time ago, and for some reason only just remembered it today; something to add to my life reading list.
Paul's son, Paul Harvey Jr., continued this radio shtick, fairly effectively, since he closely mimicked the vocal style of his dad, but by then I was too put off by the right-wing slant of the family broadcasting dynasty to care.
In the days before the Reagan years, this bias did not register with a kid who was just looking for some neat tales.
(KevinR@Ky 2016)