Uncle Tom's Hot Spot

An hour of smiles and town halls and I thought six minutes of fun and music brought to you by Ipanatous faith and Stalapatica. I pan out of the smile of beauties, Stalapatica for the smile of hell.

Fun with our star comedian Fred Allen and his mighty Allen art players, music with Peter Van Seton, the Ipanatruvadors and the town hall quartet. And another group of anxious and eager amateurs, its new voices, new music, new fun, it's Town Hall Tonight!

After that crowd, they're cheering Fred Allen as they lead this weekly parade at the old town hall. Red clapping, fan playing, the mighty Eleanor players are doing hip-ups. Let's try in the merrythrone everybody's going.

Here they come, baby! What's getting to the baby, John? He's trying to call out the cramps. He wants to get over near the radio, Mary. It's our hall. All right. Go ahead and throw it down.

I'll throw you out later. Let's sit down for now. First it's houndhole tonight. Homeboat. What are you doing laying on the floor, Byron? You been drinking? No, I don't want to fall off my chair laughing again.

It's houndhole tonight. They are in front of the old houndhole boats and they're spread, getting the customers as they clock inside. The fucking side. Let's listen. Rich man, poor man, big a man, broker. Doctor, lawyer, practical joker.

You're all welcome at the town hall, folks. So go right in. It's a timely walk. What is this, Mr. Chairman? Hello there, Mrs. Gloom. Where are you going with that canary case? People been saying somebody ought to keep you the first.

So brought mine the law. You're expressing the sentiments of a nation, Mrs. Gloom. Single line, please. Evening doctor, Arch. Evening, Aaron. How's the old caropitous tonight? Frost parody still around the corn? I may be a croppet, Estelle, but I know my bunches.