Who Killed the Hula Hula Dancer

Four of smiles in town hall tonight, folks. Sixteen minutes of fun music brought to you by Ipanatou faced in South America. I pan up for the smile of beauty. Sound of Ipanatou for the smile of hell.

Fun with our star comedian Fred Allen, music by Peter van Steen. New features, new laps. It's town hall tonight. The crowd's here for now. He heads his weekly parade to the old town hall. Red leading the band of the firemen's hat, followed by those false alarms of the drama.

I'm not going to have a problem. Everybody's going. Everybody's going. Here they come. Home. What are you doing? Getting down the floor. I always fall out of my chair laughing when the radio starts. It's town hall tonight.

Well, Nini, what did your mother want to buy now? Mom says please, can we take a radio? There's patience. Something's wrong with my doc. I ain't laughing a lot. Take my advice and get to a radio at once, Jenkins.

It's Town Hall tonight. Oh! Well, here we are in the stage of the old Town Hall and Peter's starting the overture with Tippy Tippy Tim. Let it go, Pete. Oh! Here in Boy Blue, bleeding, blatant, bromide, blistering, gleeke, balladash, blithering, blasting buffaloes,

busting, bucolic, pumpkin, back bays, bogeyman. What's his name again? Boo! Fred Allen in person! You shouldn't have let me out of the closet until you have to use said boo Harry. Harry, come on. Leave me out here for a tenth of it. Thank you. Thank you, and good evening.

Ladies and gentlemen, well, here it is Wednesday, and if you've forgotten to hide at home from your radios, we'll wait for you five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty, thirty-five, forty-five, ready or not, you shall be caught with the town hall bulletin.