DEATH
COMES TO "MR. GOOD EVENING"
Beloved M.A. Earle Kelly of the Airways Passes Away in
A memorial broadcast will be given for M.A. Earle Kelly (Mr. Good Evening) at
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Mr. Good Evening died last night.
Michael A. Earle Kelly, Vancouver Daily Province News Announcer for nearly 20
years, passed away at the Tranquille Sanatorium in
Not for over a year had his voice been heard over the air from station CKWX to
the oldtimers, to the woodsmen, and to the lighthouse-keepers, but hardly a day
since his tragic collapse last February but has brought its telephone calls and
letters to The Province asking about his health and wishing him recovery.
For Mr. Good Evening was an institution. In logging camps, on farms, in fishing
centres aboard tugs and in the homes of British Columbia pioneers, his
listeners gathered faithfully when he was due.
Few of them knew his name, hardly any saw him, for he preferred personal
anonymity, but in essence everybody knew him.
He had a style of newscasting that was all his own and it became famous
throught the west and in the
He was a veteran newspaperman who summarized the news of the day capably. But
many listened as much to hear how he would wish a "restful evening"
as they did to find out the important news of the day.
His never-failing "sign off" was a wish for a restful evening to some
person or group of persons he thought would be forgotten in the hubbub of the
daily world.
He spoke for miners, for lighthouse keepers and others by the score.
Earle Kelly was "Mr. Good Evening."
Thousands loved him.
His message service was an institution, too.
He'd broadcast rush information to place where telephone and telegraph could
not reach; was responsible for hundreds being able to get to town from isolated
place in time to see loved ones before they passed away.
His was an emergency service.
Then came his last broadcast - on
And "Mr. Good Evening" left the air.
For the next few days The Province telephones were kept busy seeking news of
him. But owing to his own emphatic insistence, details of his illness could not
be given and the news of his passing is for many the first news they had that
he had had to go to Tranquille.
Michael Aloysius Earle Kelly came to The Province from
His father was a frequent contributor to newspapers and the son inherited the
"instinct" for news.
In the last war he fought with the Australians in the
ON TELEGRAPH DESK
Then, characteristically, he turned up with without notice. This was in 1925.
For four years he was a member of the papers telegraph desk before taking over
the broadcast service in 1929.
At the outset his broadcasts were received with consternation by many of his
audience. In those days of rapid-fire if somewhat confused utterance, his
deliberate informal speech with its unmistakeable account was something to
which they had to become accostomed.
When they did, no other broadcaster had his popularity. Friends who mimicked
his voice at service luncheons did it in tribute and he was invariably among
the most pleased to hear them.
Once a year he partially emerged from anonymity to take part in the Province
Santa Claus broadcasts.
His "offerings," whether a song (he couldn't sing) or a straight
appeal brought hundreds of dollars for his beloved children in the broadcast
auctions.
His daily morning and evening newscasts followed hours of meticulous
preparation and his mail bag was the largest in the office.
"NEIGHBORLY NEWS"
For some time, he had a national broadcast over CBC called "The Wash
Tub," which was extremely popular among housewives. He also gave
"Neighborly News" over the same station for the B.C. Weekly Newspaper
Association and CBC each Sunday morning for years. He carried on the latter up
to the time of his illness and worried because he could not resume it.
So it was that the Australian war veteran who came to the paper with the bare
announcement "May I introduce myself as an itinerant journalist"
became beloved and famous.
Beyond his radio work he had few interests. He used to describe his
"unseen audience" as his family and, as far as most people knew, he
had no other. He was a familiar figure, rain or shine, in Stanley Park tennis
courts, and he had a coterie of close friends in the Quadra Club, where he
lived for many years.
- Vancouver Province, April 15, 1946