Joins Literary Society

For Joan ain't got nobody. She's nobody sweetheart now. During the romantic singing of Andy Russell. Oh, no! With a great comedy cast, including Bernafelten, Shirley Mitchell, the music of Paul Weston and his orchestra, and your sponsor, Harry Bonsell.

And here's the star of our show, America's Queen of Comedy Joan David! Oh no, stop it, hey, Jones. Now listen, Jones, stop pouring tobacco in that instrument. It's a saxophone, not a Miracium 5. Oh, stop.

Now put it down. That said, Jones, come over here with you. I want to talk to you. What do you want, Harry? Listen, Jones, I saw you down at the city hall today. What were you doing down there?

Oh, well, I got a new chauffeur, so I had to get him a driver's license and I got a new puppy and I had to get him a dog license. Oh, did you get him?

Yeah, but I must have gotten the applications mixed up because when I left the house, the maid was leaving the chauffeur around the block on a leash. Ha ha ha ha! Well, what about the dog?

Calling all cards, be on the lookout for a brown cocker's manual driving a bloomshever lathe. Oh, that is all! Swanville, USA, January 28th, today. Today the lead story on the woman's page of the Swanville News is devoted to the mammoth monthly meeting of the Swanville Ladies Literary Society.

Yes, today the women of Swanville concentrate less on passion and more on culture, but nowhere in Swanville will you find a less cultured moron than in! G'day! G'day! G'day! G'day! G'day! G'day! G'day! G'day! G'day!

G'day! G'day! G'day! G'day! G'day! G'day! They say I don't read enough. Well, I haven't stopped reading since I was seven years old. That's when I rented little red riding hood from the library. You know how I can?