Maisie is Stranded in India

See how about that? Does that answer your question, buddy? Hey, Doug, Maisley, starring and Southern. Don't remember, Met for Golden Bears, famous Maisley pictures. In just a moment, you will hear Maisley in radio, starring the same glamorous star you all had to see and loved on the screen and Southern.

But first, you're an out there. Like a man said, Maisley was here. Well, too.

There's one good thing about being in show business, though. You do get a chance to pronounce the name of the city, but it sounds like something spelled sideways. It's a Miss Ariana Coney Island. Well, when you're in show business, your agent is like the draft board during the war.

You go where you're sent. Well, anyway, the show folded, and here I am, standing. And without boat, fair to get back to the state. Not even enough to pay for the hotel room I'm sharing with another girl on the show.

Dixie love the ear. Would you say something? God, Stixie. This hotel room is sticky, hot and smelly. I had the strength. I'd take a stroll over to the fish market for a breath of fresh air.

What'd you say, Maisie? Oh, nothing, Dixie. I was just talking to myself. Oh, if I don't get back to the good old USA, soon I'll be talking to myself too. Yeah. Maisie? Yeah. Tell me the newspaper.

Oh, what's the use? The only job's open and it's overpopulated merages for camel drivers. I'm not on the market for a job. I just wanted that paper to swat a mosquito. Oh, don't do that, Dixie.

Well, don't tell me in this country it's against the law to kill mosquitoes, too. No, it ain't killing a mosquito that bothers me. It's all the relatives flying in for the funeral. Oh, Mayce, you get the paper and kill it anyway.