Pursuing the dream but ahead of his time, personal broadcasting edition

From the New Yorker, May 1932:

There were a few strangely depressing things in [an inventions conference attended by the writer].

One was a miniature broadcasting station, owned, built, and operated by Mr. John R. Boyle, who spent ten months building it.

In every detail it is like a real broadcasting station, and what it does — after ten months of steady effort — is take a voice record with a voice singing “I can’t caress you, other arms possess you, but Heaven bless you, you’re still in my heart” and transmit the sound a distance of ten feet, so it comes out of a radio instead of a record player.