Talk About Caruso

Radio 59 Albany, New York. W-R-R-W, the tries to do the number one station for news. And now... Another tale well calculated to keep you in. The story of a prize fighter who turned into an opera singer.

Talk about Caruso, by Milton Geiger. Hi, Rico. Hi, Stephen Up. There are two more bouts. I want to talk to Joe Trenton.

Francesca, I can't allow you to become infatuated with this... this third-rate prize fighter. Remember who you are. I tell you, he has talent. The man has a voice. At last, George does not necessarily imply a crystal voice.

Well, I must talk to him. Now, in his dressing room. Hahahaha. For some logic, garlic music. Shut up, you'll!

I sing because I like to sing and because it's good box office. You notice the women at the ring side? Classy babes, and they're there to see me, Joe Trenton, the singing slugger. And my looks don't hurt either.

Maybe that's why you dive so early to save your looks. Alright, Caruso, you're finished with me. That's okay with me, God. I'll get me another manager. I got a contract with you, says I own 50% of you.

And you don't fight for me, but you don't fight for anybody else. See, now wait a minute, God. Sing that one to the ringside. God, I gotta live! The last thing in the world I'm interested in, Joe.

So look out! Oh, I'm sorry. He's all yours. May I come in, Mr. Trenton? Sure. Come in. Close the door. It's a draft and a dressing room. I'm Francesca Lombard. I'm a singer. Francesca Lombard, the city opera. Sure, sure.

I saw the fight, Mr. Trenton. Ah, you saw me on my worst night. I've seen you one other night. Oh? Have you ever considered singing as a career? Well, not seriously. you have a pleasant voice, it's untrained, and I don't think it'll ever be really good.