Radio stars (May 1933)

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RADIO STARS BACKSTAGE WITH STOOPNACLE & BUDD By OCDEN MAYER HAVE you a pet peeve? Would you like to have something eliminated ... a -wart, garlic, or a mother-in-law? Then climb aboard our broadcast bus and trundle your troubles up to Carnegie Hall. We're going to visit Colonel Stoopnagle and Budd. Anything can happen when you visit Stoopnagle and Budd. Anything. When they first came to town, they served notice to all and sundry. It was at a big dinner to which were invited the city's radio writers and editors. When the gentlemen of the press were seated with two strangers in boiled shirts in the seats of honor, waiters came forth from the kitchen with soup. Half way to the table, the foremost stumbled. The second tripped over him. Soup bowls hit, bounced, and decorated walls and pant-legs with consomme. Somehow, the soup was served and eaten and the waiters came forth again with fried chickens. One waiter tilted his plat- ter and a poultry shower descended on the two guests of honor. Another waiter slipped on the soup-wet floor and a hurri- cane of peas lashed the necks of both distinguished newcomers. What a dinner party that was! Embar- rassing situation piled upon embarrassing situation. Not until it was over did the nervous newspapermen learn that those two victual-plastered gents in the seats of honor were only two hired stooges. And the two reckless waiters were those jolly old funsters, Colonel Lemuel Q. Stoop- nagle and Budd. Tonight, we have no dinner, for which e Colonel