Murder on the High Seas

and Town Hall tonight for 60 minutes of fun and music brought to you by Ipana to face and telepanica. Ipana for the smile of beauty, telepanica for the smile of hell. Fun with our fellow Canadian fed Alan music by Peter Van Seton and our special added attraction the Town Hall variety. New music, new voices, new laughs, it's Town Hall

tonight. That town here has fed Alan leads the parade to the old Town Hall. Red conducting the band of the big sword followed by those dull blades of the The boys from my D. Helen I play.

But time is nothing wrong. Everybody's going. Here they come. He'll open. Hurry up, darling. You haven't even packed your thing. Oh, I'm pregnant. If you and my radio, clean out. It's found on the line.

Detective. Yes, I'm pregnant. If these took $50,000 at my jewelry. It could be worse, lady. Suppose it took your radio. It's found on the line. What in hell is it? Tell me the truth, honey. Is my husband down with another woman?

Do not worry. Mommy's crystal show husband home by radio, madam. It's town hall tonight. Well, so here we are, before the old town hall, and there's Fred, exchanging our hand-bick banter with the crowd. That's what's there.

This is, this is, may not taste the sweet folks, but we didn't come to next. We're here to open up the old town hall. Jeff Lively, please. Hi, Fancy Suck-ins. Hello there, buss. Hello there, but, uh...

Did you tell him how? Hi, there, Sister Meg. Step right in. You laugh, you weep, you fall asleep on the inside. So, hi, hi, hi, hi. We're all separate, eh? Oh, fine, Harry. We're opening the show, Baby Talker.