Death Takes A Pretzel Baron

Faunters of this program give you their weekly award. They award you the next 60 minutes, and the man who killed them for you. He's Fred Allen in person. Thank you, man. You notice the difference when you come to this broadcast, Ari, and when you go to a Benny broadcast, when I...

LAUGHTER When I bend down like that, my hair... I come up, my hair is still on. I mean... LAUGHTER When Benny gets too bows, the second one he picks up his hair. I mean, thank you and good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm certainly glad, Harry, that you mentioned awards tonight. For this evening, I am making a bid, making a bid myself, for the Brevity Award. The award for Brevity Fris? Yes, Harry. I'm eliminating all of those jokes you thought you were going to tell right here.

And I'm turning to the awards, the latest awards in the news of the week. I Pan-a-Nous presents the world in review for the York City in New York. The National Poetry Center at annual meeting awards its golden scroll and medal of honor to the outstanding National Poetry of the Year.

A piece of the trend, I Pan-a-Nous, a negative cultural force in the world of poetry, makes its annual poetry awards. Tonight, we present a group of amateur poets whose works will be read here for the first and positively the last time.

Oh, opening our program, opening our program, the waterfront bard, Mr. Wilbur Gekko. Mr. Gekko, you're here, Mr. Gekko. You are an amateur mini singer, Mr. Gekko. Yeah, they're calling me the poet Larry at the Fulton Fish Market.

You're the poet at the Fulton Fish Market? You're sort of a tadpole, Tennyson. Well, how did you start writing poetry, Mr. Gecko? Working at the fish market, give me the idea. Really? Every time I took a deep breath, something told me, I ought to get away from me so.