Hitchiking to Bartonsville

Does that answer your question, buddy? I'm sure it's our Maisie member, Metro Golden Mayor's famous Maisie pictures. In just a moment, you'll hear Maisie in radio, starring the same glamorous star you all went to see and loved on the screen and southern.

But first, you're an outfit. You're fine Maisie, like the man pig. Maisie Revere. Of course, that's only the name I use on the stage.

I'm half Irish, half Scotch, and the way I keep on believing that I'll make a success in show business. I guess I'm also half nuts. But I'm not complaining. I travel from place to place, trying to make an honest buck, and I keep laughing at trouble.

And trouble always seems to last back, since it's a dirty laugh too. But for instance, the time I wound up in the thriving little town of Bartenville, I was hitchhiking my way back to Brooklyn.

I figured if I wasn't gonna eat, I might as well not eat among friends. So, well, I didn't wanna stay standing in Bartenville, So I walked up to an old gen, Whitland, away in front of a tree by the general store.

Uh, pardon me, mister. But can you tell me when the next train leaves here? Yep. Well, how about telling me? You haven't asked me yet. Oh, pardon me. When is the next train leaves for the east?

Uh, nine-fifty. Nine-fifty? Two lights, year after next. Um, and I guess I better hurry her out. Year after next. Yep, a railroad company won't put any spare tracks off the main line until the town has population 2,600 so far Barton will only have 2,492.