That's how Speaky got to be a member of our little family. The reverend wasted no time getting to know his newfangled present. A gift to celebrate the church's fifth anniversary. This all began early last summer when the parishioners at our church bought my daddy, the reverend, his brand-new Zenith radio. Even from the broom closet, I can escape to center stage, thanks to Speaky. Speaky brings the Savoy to me and lets me dream. The truth is, if the reverend knew I was still thinking about singing-or swinging-at the Savoy, he'd lock me in the parish broom closet for a month. And now that he's finally letting me enjoy my favorite program on the CBS Radio Network, you, Skip Gibson, have squashed it. It's bad enough that for months I've had to sneak-listen to the reverend's radio. I'm as eager as anybody to see if Joe Louis wins, but that's a whole day away. How dare you interrupt Swing Time at the Savoy to announce the fight. You have turned Happy Hibernia into Not-Happy Hibernia. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! SKIP GIBSON, YOU have done it again.
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