Jim Brown Is Really Fred Allen

In Town Hall tonight, folks, six minutes of fun and music brought to you by Ipanothoo-faced and Salipatica. Ipanothoo for the smile of beauty, Salipatica for the smile of health, fun with our star-comedian Fred Ellen, music with Peter Van Seten, and another big amateur contest, New Voices, New Music, New Fun, it's Town Hall tonight!

The French conducting the band of the sub-fields followed by those sub-fields of the drama by the L&R players. Let's try the thundering song. Everybody's gone. There they come. They've been.

But, Doctor, a debut card doesn't come out carrying her. Who cares? This is my radio mother and I've got to carry it in town all tonight. College students. You know why I'm canceling your exams for tomorrow, students?

That's a bad professor. Nobody can study on Wednesday at Town Hall tonight. Port witnesses. Your husband had his head in the radio trying to commit to his hand. Yes, Judge. He says that jokes will kill anybody. It's Town Hall's house.

And there's Fred welcoming the crowd into the old town hall with a shade of old Joe Miller sitting on his shoulder. Let's listen. Tramp, tramp, tramp, the folks, some arching marching on the old town hall and everybody's welcome.

Is it free, Missy? Yes, madam, single line, please. I asked you, bitch. Howdy, brother, Lee. How's the village dog catch you tonight? I'm full of pups. Oh, well, that is a hot dog. And there are plenty of bows and wows on the inside, folks.

Even Mr. Deeds goes to town. The town hall tonight. Step right along, please. Are you all ready, Fred? Yes, Harry. We're opening with law. Right over there. Peter. One, two. Two. Sending that bubbling briarius of boisterous buffoonery, breezy bagatelle, and boy-in-boo-boo-boo-do, Fred Allen in person.