Frank Sinatra's Debut

Hour of smiles in town hall tonight, folks. 60 minutes of fun and music brought to you by Panatooth Face and Salapatica. I pan out for the smile of beauty, Salapatica for the smile of health.

Fun with our star comedian Fred Allen, music by Peter Van Steeden, and our special attraction, the town hall varieties. New music, new voices, new laughs, it's town hall tonight. To that town, cheer, Fred Allen, who believes the parade of the old town hall.

Reginating the band with a bottle of beer, by those flatheads to the theater, the mighty other night players. Let's join the crowd. Everybody's going. Here they come, home folks. Says here some C.A.S. play won that Pulitzer Prize, Henry.

Well, if I was Pulitzer, I'd give a prize in that radio show, Ma. It's Town Hall tonight! Pickett! Pickett's belong on the sidewalk, brother. You can't pickett my store. You ain't keeping me out, Sidewell at Radio's gone, Mister.

It's Town Hall tonight! Fred and mother. What you doing, Granny? Holding that radio up here. I came find the euch outfit, Louciman's town hall tonight. Well, so here we are before the old town hall, and there stands Fred with a cookbook, fishing out oral orders to the folks as they crowd inside.

Here ye, here ye! Freeze there a man with funny bones so dead, who never to himself has said, it's town hall tonight. Now single file, please. Inan bullet head. Hello there, Mrs. Quay. Square. Are there button shoes?

I know. Stumble right in, old boy. You laugh, you roar, just pass through that door on the inside. And hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry. All set, Fred. You bet, Harry. Peter's opening the show with all God's children got rhythm from the picture a day at the races.