Benjamin Frankenstein sounds like the name of a character from a cartoon about zombie founding fathers.
WATCHING TV was Benjamin Frankenstein’s way of relaxing each evening after a busy day at his Tele-Matic Industries, Inc., 16 Howard Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y. But Ben had a problem. He and his wife were still living in the same two-room apartment they had secured when first married. Now, with two youngsters and a TV set in their bedroom, it was impossible for them to watch their favorite programs without disturbing the babies in the cribs.