Murder at the Microphone

Hall Tonight folks to start your happy New Year. Six minutes of fun and music brought to you by Ipanatuth based in Salapatica. Ipanna for the smile of beauty, Salapatica for the smile of hell. Fun with our star comedian Fred Allen and his mighty Allen art players. Music will feed events, feed them the Ipanatruvadors

and the town hall quartet. And another group of anxious and eager amateurs, new voices, new music, new fun. It's Town Hall Tonight. to the old town hall. Red and the band are carrying signs and the resolution is spelled out in neon lights.

The mighty Eleanor players are walking backwards, afraid to face 1936. That's time to have this long everybody's gone. Here they come. Have unhappy husband. You say you're leaving Minnie, breaking up our home. If you're too cheap to fix the radio, I'm going back to mother.

Town hall tonight. The day is the day, Sorry. This is too close to the boil. Sorry, ladies, it's been one of the stations closed for an hour. It's down high in greeters. And what does the future hold at the store for me, gypsy?

You will stop to enjoy life in two more minutes, madam. It's Town Hall tonight. And here we are at the Old Town Hall. There's Fred spending on the light of gas stove, welcoming the crowd. Let's listen.

There's no place like home folks, but the next best place on Wednesday nights is the Old Town Hall. Mother, Mother, Sister Brevi are all welcome. So kindly go right in. Happy New Year, Mr. Allen.

Same to you, Mrs. Lucas. Hope you have a perfect 36. I was a perfect 36, but Lance said to me he's a fat today. Laugh and grow fatter on the inside, Mrs. Lucas. A song of jokes, some good old hoke.