WIDB 50th ANNIVERSARY REUNION POSTPONED TO JUNE 25, 26, 27, 2021

Your Reunion Committee has regretfully decided to postpone the WIDB 50th
Anniversary Reunion until June 25, 26, 27 2021, at Giant City, WIDB and
Carbondale.

We shall regather as soon as we can.

We shall regather as soon as we can.

We know that many of you will be disappointed at this news. We are
disappointed to deliver it to you. However our decision was made for us,
since Giant City State Park lodge, cabins, pool and restaurant are
closed and may not re-open until July or later.

The plan for next June’s event will be the same as the one laid out for
this year.  If you have registered and are willing, we encourage you to
leave your money on deposit and thus be prepaid for next year. IF YOU PREPAID A CABIN FOR 2020, AND YOU LEAVE YOUR MONEY ON DEPOSIT, THEN YOU ARE ASSURED OF HAVING THAT CABIN FOR 2021. If cabins become available, we will offer them in October of this year.

While we hope you can leave your money on deposit, confirming your
commitment for 2021, we will accommodate those seeking a refund. If you did not receive a message about this, let us know via contact us and we will supply details.

It is possible that the reunion fee will increase for 2021, and we may
have to impose a surcharge if food and drink prices increase. Hopefully
that will not be the case, but we believe in full disclosure. We do not
expect a cabin price increase.

We received suggestions for some virtual activities to take place June
26-28, 2020.  We are working on these and will update you.

Thanks for understanding. We now have a whole extra year to plan and
prepare for the BIGGEST AND BEST WIDB REUNION EVER!

Next June FOR SURE!

Next June FOR SURE!

Your hard-working WIDB 50th Anniversary Reunion Committee

WIDB first day of broadcast, 4-12-70

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This was the state of affairs in late March, 1970. The transmitters had finally been ordered, and the sign-on date of 4-12-70 was fast approaching,. Some thought ordering the transmitters was the end of a long process. It was really just the beginning. Purchasing equipment was easy compared to installation. It all sounds so simple! Just hook it up, plug it in and make it work! That’s all the WIDB engineers had to do. Jerry Chabrian, WIDB Founder and first GM, and Dan Mordini, first WIDB chief engineer, assisted by Bruce Whiteside and Lew Wright, had this task: Install three 20 watt AM transmitters in Schneider, Mae Smith, and Neely, and 4 watt transmitters in Allen, Boomer, and Wright, and make them carry WIDB into every dorm room on 600 AM.

Dan secured a copy of plans for each of the towers and triads. Dan, Bruce, Jerry, and the supporting cast finally had access to the proposed transmitter locations, but it was already the third week in March. The transmitters needed to be installed by the end of spring break. Spring quarter began the last week in March. Dan and the crew got all six transmitters installed in the East Campus dorms by the installation date shown on the plans, March 26, 1970. But the studio was not wired yet. Microphones to wall receptacles to patch board to mixing board to distribution amplifier to telephone lines to transmitters. There was a Volumax in there somewhere. Also, turntables, cart machines, reel-to-reel tape decks. And headphones, remote switches to start cart machines, turntables, and microphones. Each room needed telephones. The telephone system needed an intercom. Everything had to be completed, tested, ready, in days.

The engineering frenzy of activity had taken on a life of its own. As Spring Quarter began at the end of March, Jerry, Bruce, and Dan had the expected “up-all-night-for-a-week” look. Wires, equipment, tubes, tools, food and drink remnants, were scattered everywhere. It looked like they’d never finish, and no one knew how long they could keep going. There were sporadic phone calls, transmitter testing, and then more wiring. No one dared to ask any of them if they were planning to attend their Spring Quarter classes.

Elden Stromberg and the original WIDB Together Radio poster he designed

Elden Stromberg and the original WIDB Together Radio poster he designed

Engineers weren’t the only ones in action over break. Jerry had arranged for design and production of the famous “WIDB kissing twins” color poster. This was not only WIDB’s first poster, but one of the most memorable. It was designed by Don Henke and Elden Stromberg (then at University Graphics). The poster won an award from the 3M Corporation. The poster was placed in every possible strategic location in dorms, on campus & the strip. Upon return from break, the posters stimulated conversation about the new station.

Jerry said, “I spent my entire break week there at the station managing, guiding and assisting the construction of this station. I procured supplies, signed purchase orders, soldered and cut wires, (over a 6 foot distance between the board and the equipment rack, there was over a 1/4 mile of wiring) drilled holes in turntable to mount tone arms, etc. Bruce proved himself invaluable during this time.”

Meanwhile, Howie and Tom structured the programming of the new WIDB. There would be a daytime format until 11 pm. “Underground” was after 11. The daytime format required airing of records from certain playlisted cuts at certain times. Jingles, segues, and scripted “raps” were also required. News was scheduled every hour.

The date for the station to “officially” sign on was set: Sunday, April 12, 1970 at 1pm Carbondale time. Test programming continued through the first full week in April. Transmitter testing, equipment wiring, talent practice– all were proceeding at frenzied pace, simultaneously. The sign-on date was publicized.

The originals L, Dan Mordini, Charlie Muren, Jerry Chabrian, Tom Scheithe, Howie Karlin, Woody (right) and Jim Hoffman, front

The originals L, Dan Mordini, Charlie Muren, Jerry Chabrian, Tom Scheithe, Howie Karlin, Woody (right) and Jim Hoffman, front

There was a sharp air of expectation.

But what had been an attitude of impatience in February turned into near-panic in April. The sign-on deadline had been set, and featured in the Daily Egyptian. The Kissing Twins posters had everyone talking about the new WIDB. There was no turning back. Suddenly, everyone realized how unprepared and unorganized they were. Dan, Bruce, Lew and the rest of the engineers made hourly discoveries of items needed but never anticipated. Remote starts for cart machines and turntables. Links from the telephone into the board so calls could be aired. Remote on-off switches for mics. Relays. Wires. Since few of these items were anticipated in the budget, and it was far too late to seek supplemental funding and go through the purchasing process, Dan and the crew had to come up with the stuff themselves. They were determined to meet the deadline and make everything work.

Tom and Howie were attempting to establish a coherent format, recruit, train and schedule on-air personnel, and get them some practice. The schedule was patchwork. Tom and Howie were training and scheduling jocks.There was a lot of time and effort spent on producing, editing, carting, practicing, and explaining jingles. While Howie and Tom were working on jocks, format, and jingles, Jim was working on records and playlists, Dan and the crew on wiring and equipment, Charlie Muren was seeking publicity, but there was another important area of programing–news. This area was one of the original motivators for WIDB, but in the frenzied panic of pre-sign on, it was relegated to secondary status. News would, almost immediately after sign on, present WIDB with its greatest opportunity and challenge.

Compared to the extensive audition and training process for jocks, there was little attention paid to newspeople. There was no active news director. Compared to the music format, the news format was vague. WIDB was supposed to have five minutes of news each hour. There was a UPI wire service machine, but no production studio to record or edit interviews. Sources for news copy included newspapers. As sign-on approached, it appeared doubtful Howie and Tom could fill the 112 newscasts each week. Howie announced that jocks would do the news themselves if the newsperson did not show up.

This was the overall picture in early April, 1970. Remember, just two months before, WIDB had just been kicked out of Boomer. 56 days later, WIDB was ready to officially sign on. On Sunday, April 12, 1970 interested persons assembled at the station. At 1 pm, that day, Jerry describes the scene:“As I watched the room was filled with people who built this station and their friends, some watching and waiting, others hurrying around with purpose to make sure last minute all things were go. As the clock was nearing the appointed hour, the air was saturated with the electricity of excitement, people were reporting our test tones received from distant locations, the records and carts were being cued. Discussion was made that I should make the first announcement on the station. I deferred that to honor our programming departments terrific effort. And then, sounds were coming out of the “Air” speaker. And WIDB was real.”

At 1 pm, Tom Scheithe, (using his air name of Tom Sutherland), with Dan Mordini at the board, played from the 2001 soundtrack, “Also sprach Zarathustra,” followed by the station ID “WIDB, Carbondale IS together,” followed by “Vehicle,” by the Ides of March. WIDB was officially born.

Determination overcomes Fear: Stew Cohen’s WIDB story

By Stew Cohen

In the summer of 1972, more than 1,600 male students moved into
Schneider Hall on the SIU Campus. I’m in the yellow shirt waiting in a slow line to check in. As you could guess, I’m a freshman surrounded by freshmen and truthfully most of us hoped we were not assigned to a room on the 16th floor because we heard those fire alarms where you have to walk down 16 flights of stairs can kill you.

Among beehive-haired mothers, Stew (left) rolls his eyes, awaiting check in.

Among beehive-haired mothers, Stew (left) rolls his eyes, awaiting check in.

A resident assistant (RA) told me I was assigned to a room on the 7th
floor. I checked in to the 7th floor and walked into my room with my Mom and Dad and we set up my half of the room. This was the floor where the key people for my future were just down the hallway. Don Strom future news director and Bob Comstock, his future assistant at WIDB were roommates on the 7th floor. I became friends with Bob because he was the type of person that you could not help but like and had this great voice and was funny in the way he reacted to things I said.

Despite all the activities on and off campus, I was bored on weekends.
Bob and Don would head to the radio station in the basement of Wright 1.
I asked Bob if I could tag along. He said he couldn’t spend a lot of time talking to me because he had to prepare and anchor newscasts for a few hours but I could come along. I had never visited the inside of a radio station before.

Bob prepared in both the newsroom and on-air news booth. I looked around where I sat just outside the newsroom. While the newsroom had a rectangular table, chairs, and a typewriter, the main room where I sat had a water fountain, clock, wire service machine, and speaker. I watched Bob rip wire copy from a very loud, clacking United Press International (UPI) machine. He retyped news stories and moved to the on-air booth where he adjusted the microphone and headphones, cleared his voice, and closed the door in his studio. The room was about the size of a walk-in closet. Bob pressed a button that switched on the on-air light in the room. He waited for the jock’s cue. Thick glass panes separated the studios, so however forcefully Bob cleared his throat, the sound wouldn’t go on-air in the jock’s studio if the microphone was accidentally left on. Bob looked calm; he didn’t move around in his chair or reposition the microphone or do anything that might suggest nerves. This was the first time I’d see anyone perform on radio and the whole experience hooked me.

The announcer’s index finger chopped down through the air. Instantly,
Bob lowered his neck, hunched forward, and straightened his shoulders. He
began reading. His voice came out richer than I heard him talking a few
minutes earlier. He made it all look so easy.

Bob Comstock, newsman, delivers the news at WIDB

Bob Comstock, newsman, delivers the news at WIDB

I sold myself on the idea that I wanted to do this. I asked if I could sit in the WIDB news booth. He let me go in. I pretended to do the news. He had left his news copy on
President Nixon and Secretary of State Henry Kissinger talking about Vietnam. The other stories were scattered about on the floor where he dropped them as he went through page by page of his newscast. I almost
forgot that I had zero experience on-air. Could I do this? I had a little trouble with nervousness in front of people. But I needed an answer and this was better than being bored! Yet, several months passed. I played a game in my head of thinking I wanted to….then I didn’t want to…then I wanted to read and do an audition.

I found out about news auditions. Bob had wondered when I’d get around to it. He put me on a list as he and Don had just started the audition process in my sophomore year, still living in the dorm on the 7th floor near Bob and Don.

The day came. I looked forward to the audition one moment and dreaded
it the next. At the radio station, several news hopefuls waited in the
lobby. Some sat on chairs. A few sat up on a table. I was clearing my
throat every few seconds. Don came by, smiling and looking calm. His calm didn’t help me. One by one, each of the people there left the main room for an audition. I waited about an hour. Just then, Don and Bob walked over. They directed my attention to a cubicle, where they set up a Wollensak 3M reel-to-reel tape recorder and microphone. Don told me to
press the record button and play button together and then start reading my news when I was ready.

I checked the copy about a dozen times, putting every piece of paper
in order of importance and then I turned on the recorder, but then I turned it off. Was anyone looking and listening? I stood on the table to look over the wall of the cubicle and no one was there to listen. I sat down again and grabbed the copy and turned on record. I timed out five minutes and made it to the weather and sign off. I was done and I listened back, heard nothing, tried to rewind again and listen and still nothing, so I got Don and he again showed me how to work the reel-to-reel. This time I believed I had something but I wasn’t going to listen back in case I accidentally screwed up the recording. But really, screwing it up might have been an improvement. I think the words “stinking raw” probably described my audition.

I knew Don could not accept this, my first audition and he
didn’t…the second and third auditions were equally as bad and the fourth was only marginally better than the others. By the start of the fifth audition, I had lost my voice and so I didn’t have a chance to embarrass myself so I waited for the sixth which came early in my junior year.

I walked around the campus talking to myself and sometimes I talked
fairly loud because I was trying to find a formula for sounding
conversational. I talked to Professor Shipley in the radio department and
asked him what I could do to sound conversational as though something other than practice, practice, practice might do the trick. Shipley pretty much told me to practice reading aloud as often as I read books for class.

The sixth audition moved along much better than the others. I didn’t
want to give him the reel of tape though he put out his hand. Don said he would let me know within a couple of days. He called that evening and my roommate told me he was on the phone…so I picked up the phone in my room at Lewis Park.

“I’ve got good news for you,” Strom said. “Are you doing anything
Friday and Saturday nights?” I was ready. I had practiced what I’d say.
I had to say this just right to give him the impression I was confident.
He asked and I said, “Yes.” Your shift is 10pm to midnight Friday and
Saturday. By the start of the following week, my euphoria from Don’s
announcement slid into apprehension. I was never on-air, unlike many of
people I’d met at WIDB. They were very experienced from years of training on their high school speech team in radio speaking and some of them were state champions.

Stew Cohen, after years of persistent angst, now a WIDB newsman

Stew Cohen, after years of persistent angst, now a WIDB newsman

Being a creature of many nervous habits, I did everything the same
way. I didn’t want to jinx myself in the days before I would slide into the news studio and do actual newscasts. There must have been a reason why Tony Waitekus stood in front of the jock studio. Maybe he’d been working in a separate production studio. I was grateful the WIDB news anchor was available if I lost the tug of war going on in my head.

I can’t ask him to read my news. I’ll go through with this. Maybe I
should ask him, but that’s it. I’ll be done with this. Logic wasn’t winning the imaginary tug-of-war. I have to do this! Maybe I could ask him for a bottle of Jack Daniels?
But then it dawned on me that Tony would not have a bottle. Tony’s voice was my lifeline. I asked him if this gets any easier.”Stewart, you’ll be just fine,” Tony calmly asserted.
I pressed, “How do you do it?”
“Read news?”
“No,” I said, “how can you stay calm before you go on?”
“I am nervous, you just won’t know it.”
Tony assured me that I’d live through this and then I’d do many more
newscasts.
After Tony left the room, I repeated, “Who’s nervous? I can do it.
I closed my eyes, but the light of the newsroom on the inside of my
eyelids didn’t give me the darkness of calm.
On went the headphones, on went the on-air light, and on went the
newsroom microphone. Tom Sheldon cued me from the adjacent studio. I
opened my mouth and my heart pounded faster.
“I’m Stewart Cohen of WIDB News…and in the news today…President
Nixon…”
Slightly unsteady, hesitating between sentences, my voice gave the
impression of a boat motor refusing to fully turn over. Declarative
sentences sputtered; the boat took on water. I was literally sinking.
Reality was that it became increasing more difficult to speak. I started to
hyperventilate as I was sucking in air and trying to speak…and in the
final few minutes I grew extremely dizzy. The little news studio started
to spin. I somehow got to the end. Five minutes passed.
“In Carbondale, it’s 55, I’m Stewart Cohen WIDB News.” I could say no more. My legs were wobbly. The room wouldn’t stop spinning. I had no more oxygen in my lungs.
“Good job!” Sheldon yelled through the glass.
Some lies are helpful. His…made me feel a bit better about myself.

Stew Cohen

Woody tells his role in the start of WIDB

by Woody (“Woody’s World”) Mosgers

I believe I should win for the simplest “got to” story.

I’m walking through the R/T building in 1970 and there on a bulletin board is one of those pull strip pages with a phone number as I recall and the simple statement to the effect: If you’d like to be part of a new radio station come to meeting or call the number for more info.

The originals L, Dan Mordini, Charlie Muren, Jerry Chabrian, Tom Scheithe, Howie Karlin, Woody (right) and Jim Hoffman, front

The originals L, Dan Mordini, Charlie Muren, Jerry Chabrian, Tom Scheithe, Howie Karlin, Woody (right) and Jim Hoffman, front

Next thing you know I’m an associate, co-founder of WIDB helping to build walls because I carried a tool box in my car and knew how to put things together. I gained a regular DJ shift “Woody’s World” and became news director during the “difficult times” in the spring of ’70. When Nick Ciprianni (?) who had a full-time evening shift at WCIL and couldn’t be around, never heard from him again.

I also became involved with the two SIU graphics department fellows who designed the original WIDB logo. I remained friends with both (the late Dave) and still am in contact with Elden Stromberg (photo from several years ago in Springfield IL.)
What I learned and mostly experienced at WIDB and at R/T lead to small market news jobs in cable TV and radio in Joliet, IL and Naples, FL. Spokesperson (Capt. Video) for former Governor Jim Thompson and Marketing Director for the Regional Transportation Authority in Chicago and eventually into media production and consulting.

Elden Stromberg and the original WIDB Together Radio poster he designed

Elden Stromberg and the original WIDB Together Radio poster he designed

It’s been a great trip and ‘IDB will always be in my heart, see you in June.

Happiness,

Woody Mosgers, Chef/Writer
What Goes With What

Rick Kempiak backs into WIDB sideways and performs key tasks

By Rick Kempiak

As a freshman, I was a physics major until I took calculus (yuk). I was also a ham, music etc. so when making the change I went to R/T, tech stuff, no math. with an audience. Wanted hands on, so I found WIDB (along with WSIU, WHPI, WSIL). The ham stuff I wasn’t very good at, but the tech stuff I was. At WIDB I did the tech stuff of managing hundreds of key punch cards for Traffic while having fun with the gang. This evolved into engineering type jobs at several TV stations, AFRTS, WB, Deluxe and Dish.

Fun with the gang on WIDB Cleanup Day

Fun with the gang on WIDB Cleanup Day

I asked how to get experience in RT and was given WSIU and WIDB. When I applied at WIDB in 79, their traffic Manager was graduating and offered the “paid” position (wink wink) to me because anyone with any smarts would have ran very fast. WIDB was in the basement at the time, and luckily I had a car as I had to move eight heavy boxes of punch cards every month between Wright and the computer lab.

Tony Tony Tony Esposito keeping the fires under control at the Pig Roast

Tony Tony Tony Esposito keeping the fires under control at the Pig Roast

Al Linton was there at the time along with Kerry Peace, Tony Tony Tony, Ted Schultz (my room mate for two years), Floss Daily, the Rock and Roll Troll, John Jam-berg, Charles Begarles,,Cyril Radwin, John Greyson who I helped figure out he had a diffraction pattern at the towers while trying to null out the SWR on the new transmitters. He needed to turn off two transmitters while setting the gamma match to the live one and repeat two times. There was a whole bunch more but it is one in the morning and I need to get some sleep.

Easy.

Rick Kempiak