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Speaker 1 (00:00):
In all fairyland, there is no more mischievous a person
than Tanko Mankie, the Yellow Rill. He flew through the
city one afternoon, quite invisible to moral eyes, but seeing
everything himself, and noticed a figure of a wax lady
standing behind the big plate glass window of mister Flohman's
(00:21):
department store. The wax lady was beautifully dressed, and extended
in her stiff left hand was a card bearing the
words rare bargain. This stylish costume imported from Paris, former
price twenty dollars, reduced to only nineteen ninety eight. This
(00:44):
impressive announcement had drawn before the window a crowd of
women shoppers, who stood looking at the wax lady with
critical eyes. Tanko Mankie laughed to himself, the low, gurgling
little laugh that always means mischief. Then he flew close
to the wax figure and breathed twice upon its forehead.
(01:07):
From that instant, the dummy began to live. But so
dazed and astonished was she at the unexpected sensation that
she continued to stand stupidly, staring at the women outside
and holding out the placard. As before anyone but Tanko
Mankie would have remained to help the wax Lady out
of the troubles that were sure to overtake her, But
(01:29):
this naughty elf thought it rare fun to turn the
inexperienced Lady Luce in a cold and heartless world and
leave her to shift for herself. Fortunately, it was almost
six o'clock when the dummy first realized that she was alive,
and before she had collected her new thoughts and decided
what to do, a man came around and drew down
(01:51):
all the window shades, shutting off the view from the
curious shoppers. Then the clerks and cashiers and floor walkers
and cash girls went home and the store was closed
for the night, although the sweepers and scrubbers remained to
clean the floors for the following day. The window inhabited
by the wax Lady was boxed in like a little room,
(02:13):
one small door being left at the side for the
window trimmer to creep in and out of, so the
scrubbers never noticed that the dummy, when left to herself,
dropped the placard to the floor and sat down upon
a pile of silks to wonder who she was, where
she was, and how she happened to be alive. For
you must consider, dear reader, that, in spite of her
(02:35):
size and her rich costume, in spite of her pink
cheeks and fluffy yellow hair, this lady was very young,
no older in reality than a baby born but half
an hour. All she knew of the world was contained
in the glimpse she had secured of the busy street
facing her window. All she knew of people lay in
(02:55):
the actions of the group of women which had stood
before her on the other side of the window and
criticized the fit of her dress or remarked upon its
stylish appearance. So she had little enough to think about,
and her thoughts moved somewhat slowly. Yet one thing she
really decided upon, and that was not to remain in
the window and be insolently stared at by a lot
(03:16):
of women who were not nearly so handsome or well
dressed as herself. By the time she reached this important conclusion,
it was after midnight, but dim lights were burning in
the big, deserted store, So she crept through the door
of her window and walked down the long aisles, pausing
now and then to look with much curiosity at the
(03:36):
wealth of finery confronting her on every side. When she
came to the glass cases filled with trimmed hats, she
remembered having seen upon the heads of the women in
the street similar creations, so she selected one that suited
her fancy and placed it carefully upon her yellow locks.
I won't attempt to explain what instinct it was that
(03:58):
made her glance into a nearby mirror to see if
the hat was straight, but this she certainly did. It
didn't correspond with her dress very well, but the poor
thing was too young to have much taste in matching colors.
When she reached the glove counter, she remembered that gloves
were also worn by the women she had seen. She
took a pair from the case and tried to fit
(04:19):
them upon her stiff, wax coated fingers, but the gloves
were too small and ripped in the seams. Then she
tried another pair, and several others as well, but hours
passed before she finally succeeded in getting her hands covered
with a pair of pea green kids. Next, she selected
a parasol from a large and varied assortment in the
(04:40):
rear of the store, not that she had any idea
what it was used for, But other ladies carried such things,
so she also would have one. When she again examined
herself critically in the mirror, she decided her outfit was
now complete, and to her inexperienced eyes, there was no
perceptible difference between her and the women who had still
outside the window. Whereupon she tried to leave the store,
(05:03):
but found every door fast locked. The wax lady was
in no hurry. She inherited patience from her previous existence.
Just to be alive and to wear beautiful clothes was
sufficient enjoyment for her at present, So she sat down
upon a stool and waited quietly until daylight. When the
(05:24):
janitor unlocked the door in the morning, the wax Lady
swept past him and walked with stiff but stately strides
down the street. The poor fellow was so completely whuckered
at seeing the well known wax Lady leave her window
and march away from the store that he fell over
in a heap, and only saved himself from fainting by
striking his funny bone against the doorstep. When he recovered
(05:45):
his wits, she had turned the corner and disappeared. The
wax Lady's immature mind had reasoned that since she had
come to life, her evident duty was to mix with
the world and do whatever other folks did. She could
not realize how different she was from people of flesh
and blood, nor did she know she was the first
dummy that had ever lived, or that she owed her
(06:07):
unique experience to Tanko Mankie's a love of mischief, so
ignorance gave her a confidence in herself that she was
not justly entitled to. It was yet early in the day,
and the few people she met were hurrying along the streets.
Many of them turned into restaurants and eating houses, and
following their example, the wax Lady also entered one and
(06:29):
sat upon a stool before a lunch counter. Coffee and rolls,
said a shop girl on the next stool. Coffee and rolls,
repeated the dummy, and soon the waiter placed them before her.
Of course, she had no appetite, as her constitution, being
mostly wood, did not require food, but she watched the
(06:49):
shop girl and saw her put the coffee to her
mouth and drink it. Therefore, the wax Lady did the same,
and the next instant was surprised to feel the hot
liquid trickling out between her wooden ribs. The coffee also
blistered her wax lips, and so disagreeable was the experience
that she arose and left the restaurant, paying no attention
to the demands of the waiter for twenty cents mum,
(07:12):
not that she intended to defraud him, but the poor
creature had no idea what he meant by twenty cents mum.
As she came out, she met the window trimmer at
flowman's door. The man was rather near sighted, but seeing
something familiar in the lady's features, he politely raised his hat.
The wax lady also raised her hat, thinking it the
(07:33):
proper thing to do, and the man hurried away with
a horrified face. Then a woman touched her erm and said, beg, pardon, ma'am,
but there's a price mark hanging on your dress behind. Yes,
I know, replied the wax lady stiffly. It was originally
twenty dollars, but it's been reduced to nineteen ninety eight.
(07:54):
The woman looked surprised at such indifference and walked on.
Some carriages were standing at the edge of the sidewalk
and seeing the dummy hesitate. A driver approached her and
touched his cap cab. Ma'am, he asked, No, said she
misunderstanding him. I'm wax, oh, he exclaimed, and looked after
(08:15):
her wonderingly. Here's your mornin paper, yelled a newsboy, Mine,
did you say? She asked? Sure, chronicle choir, republican'spatch. What'll
ye have? What are they for? Inquired the wax lady.
Simply why ter read a course? All the news? You know?
(08:35):
She shook her head and glanced at a paper looks
all speckled, mixed up, She said, I'm afraid I can't read.
Ever been to school, asked the boy, becoming interested. No,
what's school? She inquired. The boy gave her an indignant look.
Say he cried, You're just a dummy, that's what you are,
(08:57):
and ran away to seek a more promising customer. I
wonder what he means, thought the poor lady. Am I
really different in some way from all the others. I
look like them, certainly, and I try to act like them.
Yet that boy call me a dummy and seemed to
think I acted queerly. The idea worried her a little,
but she walked on to the corner where she noticed
(09:18):
a street car stopped to let some people on. The
wax lady, still determined to do as others did, also
boarded the car and sat down quietly in a corner.
After riding a few blocks, the conductor approached her and
said fair, Please, what's that? She inquired innocently. You're fair,
(09:39):
said the man, impatiently. She stared at him, stupidly, trying
to think what he meant. Come, come, growled the conductor
either pay up or get off. Still she did not understand,
and he grabbed her rudely by the arm and lifted
her to her feet. But when his hand came in
contact with the hard wood of which her arm was made,
the fellow was filled with surprise. He stooped down and
(10:01):
peered into her face, and, seeing it was wax instead
of flesh, he gave a yell of fear and jumped
from the car, running as if he had seen a ghost.
At this the other passengers also yelled and sprang from
the car, fearing a collision, and the motorman, knowing something
was wrong, followed suit. The wax lady, seeing the others run,
jumped from the car last of all, and stepped in
(10:24):
front of another car coming at full speed from the
opposite direction. She heard cries of fear and of warning
on all sides, but before she understood her danger, she
was knocked down and dragged for half a block. When
the car was brought to a stop, a policeman reached
down and pulled her from under the wheels. Her dress
was badly torn and soiled, her left ear was entirely gone,
(10:48):
and the left side of her head was caved in,
but she quickly scrambled to her feet and asked for
her hat. This a gentleman had already picked up, and
when the policeman handed it to her and noticed the
great in her head and to the hollow place disclosed,
the poor fellow trembled so frightfully that his knees actually
knocked together. I, ma'am, you're killed, he gasped. What does
(11:13):
it mean to be killed? Asked the wax lady. The
policeman shuddered and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. You're it,
he answered, with a groan. The crowd that had collected
were looking upon the lady wonderingly, and a middle aged
gentleman now exclaimed why she's wax wax echoed the policeman. Certainly,
(11:35):
she's one of those dummies they put in the windows,
declared the middle aged man. The people who had collected shouted,
you're right, that's what she is. She's a dummy, are you,
inquired the policeman sternly. The wax lady did not reply.
She began to fear she was getting into trouble, and
(11:55):
the staring crowd seemed to embarrass her. Suddenly, a bootblack
att to dissolve the problem by saying, you guys, is
all wrong. Can a dummy talk? Can a dummy walk?
Can a dummy live? Hush murmured the policeman, look here,
and he pointed to the hole in the lady's head.
The newsboy looked, turned pale, and whistled to keep himself
(12:19):
from shivering. A second policeman now arrived, and after a
brief conference, it was decided to take the strange creature
to headquarters. So they called a hurry up wagon and
the damaged wax lady was helped inside and driven to
the police station. There, the policemen locked her in a
cell and hastened to tell Inspector Mug their wonderful story inspector.
(12:41):
Mugg had just eaten a poor breakfast and was not
in a pleasant mood, so he roared and stormed at
the unlucky policeman, saying they were themselves dummies to bring
such a fairy tale to a man of sense. He
also hinted that they had been guilty of intemperance. The
policeman tried to explain, but inspect your mug would not listen,
and while they were still disputing, in rushed mister Floeman,
(13:04):
the owner of the department store. I want a dozen
detectives at once, Inspector, he cried, what for, demanded Mugg.
One of the wax ladies has escaped from my store
and eloped with a nineteen ninety eight costume, a four
twenty three hat, a two nineteen parasol, and a seventy
six cent pair of gloves, and I want her arrested.
(13:27):
While he paused for breath, the inspector glared at him
in amazement. Is everybody going crazy? At the same time,
he inquired, sarcastically, how could a wax dummy run away?
I don't know what she did. When my janitor opened
the door this morning he saw her run out. Why
(13:47):
didn't he stop her, asked Mug. He was too frightened.
But she's stolen my property, your honor, and I want
her arrested, declared the store keeper. The inspector thought for
a moment it wouldn't be able to prosecute her, he said,
for there's no law against dummy stealing. Mister Floman sighed bitterly.
(14:09):
Am I to lose that nineteen ninety eight costume and
the four twenty five hat? And by no means, interrupted
Inspector Mugg. The police of this city are ever prompt
to act in defense of our worthy citizens. We have
already arrested the wax lady, and she is locked up
in cell number sixteen. You may go there and recover
(14:29):
your property if you wish, But before you prosecute her
for stealing, you'd better hunt up a law that applies
to dummies. All I want, said mister Floeman, is that
nineteen ninety eight costume. Man, come along, interrupted the policeman.
I'll take you to the cell. But when they entered
number sixteen, they found only a lifeless dummy lying prone
(14:50):
upon the floor. Its wax was cracked and blistered, its
head was badly damaged, and the bargain costume was dusty, soiled,
and much bedraggled. For the mischief loving tank Omankie had
flown by and breathed once more upon the poor wax lady,
and in that instant her brief life ended. It's just
as I thought, said Inspector Mugg, leaning back in his chair, contentedly.
(15:14):
I knew all the time the thing was a fake.
Seems sometimes as though the whole world would go crazy
if there wasn't some level headed man around to bring
him to their senses. Dummies are wooden wax, and that's
all there is of em. That may be the rule,
whispered the policeman to himself. But this one were a
dummy as lived, and of the dummy that lived by L.
(15:40):
Frank Baum
In all fairyland, there is no more mischievous a person
than Tanko Mankie, the Yellow Rill. He flew through the
city one afternoon, quite invisible to moral eyes, but seeing
everything himself, and noticed a figure of a wax lady
standing behind the big plate glass window of mister Flohman's
(00:21):
department store. The wax lady was beautifully dressed, and extended
in her stiff left hand was a card bearing the
words rare bargain. This stylish costume imported from Paris, former
price twenty dollars, reduced to only nineteen ninety eight. This
(00:44):
impressive announcement had drawn before the window a crowd of
women shoppers, who stood looking at the wax lady with
critical eyes. Tanko Mankie laughed to himself, the low, gurgling
little laugh that always means mischief. Then he flew close
to the wax figure and breathed twice upon its forehead.
(01:07):
From that instant, the dummy began to live. But so
dazed and astonished was she at the unexpected sensation that
she continued to stand stupidly, staring at the women outside
and holding out the placard. As before anyone but Tanko
Mankie would have remained to help the wax Lady out
of the troubles that were sure to overtake her, But
(01:29):
this naughty elf thought it rare fun to turn the
inexperienced Lady Luce in a cold and heartless world and
leave her to shift for herself. Fortunately, it was almost
six o'clock when the dummy first realized that she was alive,
and before she had collected her new thoughts and decided
what to do, a man came around and drew down
(01:51):
all the window shades, shutting off the view from the
curious shoppers. Then the clerks and cashiers and floor walkers
and cash girls went home and the store was closed
for the night, although the sweepers and scrubbers remained to
clean the floors for the following day. The window inhabited
by the wax Lady was boxed in like a little room,
(02:13):
one small door being left at the side for the
window trimmer to creep in and out of, so the
scrubbers never noticed that the dummy, when left to herself,
dropped the placard to the floor and sat down upon
a pile of silks to wonder who she was, where
she was, and how she happened to be alive. For
you must consider, dear reader, that, in spite of her
(02:35):
size and her rich costume, in spite of her pink
cheeks and fluffy yellow hair, this lady was very young,
no older in reality than a baby born but half
an hour. All she knew of the world was contained
in the glimpse she had secured of the busy street
facing her window. All she knew of people lay in
(02:55):
the actions of the group of women which had stood
before her on the other side of the window and
criticized the fit of her dress or remarked upon its
stylish appearance. So she had little enough to think about,
and her thoughts moved somewhat slowly. Yet one thing she
really decided upon, and that was not to remain in
the window and be insolently stared at by a lot
(03:16):
of women who were not nearly so handsome or well
dressed as herself. By the time she reached this important conclusion,
it was after midnight, but dim lights were burning in
the big, deserted store, So she crept through the door
of her window and walked down the long aisles, pausing
now and then to look with much curiosity at the
(03:36):
wealth of finery confronting her on every side. When she
came to the glass cases filled with trimmed hats, she
remembered having seen upon the heads of the women in
the street similar creations, so she selected one that suited
her fancy and placed it carefully upon her yellow locks.
I won't attempt to explain what instinct it was that
(03:58):
made her glance into a nearby mirror to see if
the hat was straight, but this she certainly did. It
didn't correspond with her dress very well, but the poor
thing was too young to have much taste in matching colors.
When she reached the glove counter, she remembered that gloves
were also worn by the women she had seen. She
took a pair from the case and tried to fit
(04:19):
them upon her stiff, wax coated fingers, but the gloves
were too small and ripped in the seams. Then she
tried another pair, and several others as well, but hours
passed before she finally succeeded in getting her hands covered
with a pair of pea green kids. Next, she selected
a parasol from a large and varied assortment in the
(04:40):
rear of the store, not that she had any idea
what it was used for, But other ladies carried such things,
so she also would have one. When she again examined
herself critically in the mirror, she decided her outfit was
now complete, and to her inexperienced eyes, there was no
perceptible difference between her and the women who had still
outside the window. Whereupon she tried to leave the store,
(05:03):
but found every door fast locked. The wax lady was
in no hurry. She inherited patience from her previous existence.
Just to be alive and to wear beautiful clothes was
sufficient enjoyment for her at present, So she sat down
upon a stool and waited quietly until daylight. When the
(05:24):
janitor unlocked the door in the morning, the wax Lady
swept past him and walked with stiff but stately strides
down the street. The poor fellow was so completely whuckered
at seeing the well known wax Lady leave her window
and march away from the store that he fell over
in a heap, and only saved himself from fainting by
striking his funny bone against the doorstep. When he recovered
(05:45):
his wits, she had turned the corner and disappeared. The
wax Lady's immature mind had reasoned that since she had
come to life, her evident duty was to mix with
the world and do whatever other folks did. She could
not realize how different she was from people of flesh
and blood, nor did she know she was the first
dummy that had ever lived, or that she owed her
(06:07):
unique experience to Tanko Mankie's a love of mischief, so
ignorance gave her a confidence in herself that she was
not justly entitled to. It was yet early in the day,
and the few people she met were hurrying along the streets.
Many of them turned into restaurants and eating houses, and
following their example, the wax Lady also entered one and
(06:29):
sat upon a stool before a lunch counter. Coffee and rolls,
said a shop girl on the next stool. Coffee and rolls,
repeated the dummy, and soon the waiter placed them before her.
Of course, she had no appetite, as her constitution, being
mostly wood, did not require food, but she watched the
(06:49):
shop girl and saw her put the coffee to her
mouth and drink it. Therefore, the wax Lady did the same,
and the next instant was surprised to feel the hot
liquid trickling out between her wooden ribs. The coffee also
blistered her wax lips, and so disagreeable was the experience
that she arose and left the restaurant, paying no attention
to the demands of the waiter for twenty cents mum,
(07:12):
not that she intended to defraud him, but the poor
creature had no idea what he meant by twenty cents mum.
As she came out, she met the window trimmer at
flowman's door. The man was rather near sighted, but seeing
something familiar in the lady's features, he politely raised his hat.
The wax lady also raised her hat, thinking it the
(07:33):
proper thing to do, and the man hurried away with
a horrified face. Then a woman touched her erm and said, beg, pardon, ma'am,
but there's a price mark hanging on your dress behind. Yes,
I know, replied the wax lady stiffly. It was originally
twenty dollars, but it's been reduced to nineteen ninety eight.
(07:54):
The woman looked surprised at such indifference and walked on.
Some carriages were standing at the edge of the sidewalk
and seeing the dummy hesitate. A driver approached her and
touched his cap cab. Ma'am, he asked, No, said she
misunderstanding him. I'm wax, oh, he exclaimed, and looked after
(08:15):
her wonderingly. Here's your mornin paper, yelled a newsboy, Mine,
did you say? She asked? Sure, chronicle choir, republican'spatch. What'll
ye have? What are they for? Inquired the wax lady.
Simply why ter read a course? All the news? You know?
(08:35):
She shook her head and glanced at a paper looks
all speckled, mixed up, She said, I'm afraid I can't read.
Ever been to school, asked the boy, becoming interested. No,
what's school? She inquired. The boy gave her an indignant look.
Say he cried, You're just a dummy, that's what you are,
(08:57):
and ran away to seek a more promising customer. I
wonder what he means, thought the poor lady. Am I
really different in some way from all the others. I
look like them, certainly, and I try to act like them.
Yet that boy call me a dummy and seemed to
think I acted queerly. The idea worried her a little,
but she walked on to the corner where she noticed
(09:18):
a street car stopped to let some people on. The
wax lady, still determined to do as others did, also
boarded the car and sat down quietly in a corner.
After riding a few blocks, the conductor approached her and
said fair, Please, what's that? She inquired innocently. You're fair,
(09:39):
said the man, impatiently. She stared at him, stupidly, trying
to think what he meant. Come, come, growled the conductor
either pay up or get off. Still she did not understand,
and he grabbed her rudely by the arm and lifted
her to her feet. But when his hand came in
contact with the hard wood of which her arm was made,
the fellow was filled with surprise. He stooped down and
(10:01):
peered into her face, and, seeing it was wax instead
of flesh, he gave a yell of fear and jumped
from the car, running as if he had seen a ghost.
At this the other passengers also yelled and sprang from
the car, fearing a collision, and the motorman, knowing something
was wrong, followed suit. The wax lady, seeing the others run,
jumped from the car last of all, and stepped in
(10:24):
front of another car coming at full speed from the
opposite direction. She heard cries of fear and of warning
on all sides, but before she understood her danger, she
was knocked down and dragged for half a block. When
the car was brought to a stop, a policeman reached
down and pulled her from under the wheels. Her dress
was badly torn and soiled, her left ear was entirely gone,
(10:48):
and the left side of her head was caved in,
but she quickly scrambled to her feet and asked for
her hat. This a gentleman had already picked up, and
when the policeman handed it to her and noticed the
great in her head and to the hollow place disclosed,
the poor fellow trembled so frightfully that his knees actually
knocked together. I, ma'am, you're killed, he gasped. What does
(11:13):
it mean to be killed? Asked the wax lady. The
policeman shuddered and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. You're it,
he answered, with a groan. The crowd that had collected
were looking upon the lady wonderingly, and a middle aged
gentleman now exclaimed why she's wax wax echoed the policeman. Certainly,
(11:35):
she's one of those dummies they put in the windows,
declared the middle aged man. The people who had collected shouted,
you're right, that's what she is. She's a dummy, are you,
inquired the policeman sternly. The wax lady did not reply.
She began to fear she was getting into trouble, and
(11:55):
the staring crowd seemed to embarrass her. Suddenly, a bootblack
att to dissolve the problem by saying, you guys, is
all wrong. Can a dummy talk? Can a dummy walk?
Can a dummy live? Hush murmured the policeman, look here,
and he pointed to the hole in the lady's head.
The newsboy looked, turned pale, and whistled to keep himself
(12:19):
from shivering. A second policeman now arrived, and after a
brief conference, it was decided to take the strange creature
to headquarters. So they called a hurry up wagon and
the damaged wax lady was helped inside and driven to
the police station. There, the policemen locked her in a
cell and hastened to tell Inspector Mug their wonderful story inspector.
(12:41):
Mugg had just eaten a poor breakfast and was not
in a pleasant mood, so he roared and stormed at
the unlucky policeman, saying they were themselves dummies to bring
such a fairy tale to a man of sense. He
also hinted that they had been guilty of intemperance. The
policeman tried to explain, but inspect your mug would not listen,
and while they were still disputing, in rushed mister Floeman,
(13:04):
the owner of the department store. I want a dozen
detectives at once, Inspector, he cried, what for, demanded Mugg.
One of the wax ladies has escaped from my store
and eloped with a nineteen ninety eight costume, a four
twenty three hat, a two nineteen parasol, and a seventy
six cent pair of gloves, and I want her arrested.
(13:27):
While he paused for breath, the inspector glared at him
in amazement. Is everybody going crazy? At the same time,
he inquired, sarcastically, how could a wax dummy run away?
I don't know what she did. When my janitor opened
the door this morning he saw her run out. Why
(13:47):
didn't he stop her, asked Mug. He was too frightened.
But she's stolen my property, your honor, and I want
her arrested, declared the store keeper. The inspector thought for
a moment it wouldn't be able to prosecute her, he said,
for there's no law against dummy stealing. Mister Floman sighed bitterly.
(14:09):
Am I to lose that nineteen ninety eight costume and
the four twenty five hat? And by no means, interrupted
Inspector Mugg. The police of this city are ever prompt
to act in defense of our worthy citizens. We have
already arrested the wax lady, and she is locked up
in cell number sixteen. You may go there and recover
(14:29):
your property if you wish, But before you prosecute her
for stealing, you'd better hunt up a law that applies
to dummies. All I want, said mister Floeman, is that
nineteen ninety eight costume. Man, come along, interrupted the policeman.
I'll take you to the cell. But when they entered
number sixteen, they found only a lifeless dummy lying prone
(14:50):
upon the floor. Its wax was cracked and blistered, its
head was badly damaged, and the bargain costume was dusty, soiled,
and much bedraggled. For the mischief loving tank Omankie had
flown by and breathed once more upon the poor wax lady,
and in that instant her brief life ended. It's just
as I thought, said Inspector Mugg, leaning back in his chair, contentedly.
(15:14):
I knew all the time the thing was a fake.
Seems sometimes as though the whole world would go crazy
if there wasn't some level headed man around to bring
him to their senses. Dummies are wooden wax, and that's
all there is of em. That may be the rule,
whispered the policeman to himself. But this one were a
dummy as lived, and of the dummy that lived by L.
(15:40):
Frank Baum
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My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark
My Favorite Murder is a true crime comedy podcast hosted by Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark. Each week, Karen and Georgia share compelling true crimes and hometown stories from friends and listeners. Since MFM launched in January of 2016, Karen and Georgia have shared their lifelong interest in true crime and have covered stories of infamous serial killers like the Night Stalker, mysterious cold cases, captivating cults, incredible survivor stories and important events from history like the Tulsa race massacre of 1921. My Favorite Murder is part of the Exactly Right podcast network that provides a platform for bold, creative voices to bring to life provocative, entertaining and relatable stories for audiences everywhere. The Exactly Right roster of podcasts covers a variety of topics including historic true crime, comedic interviews and news, science, pop culture and more. Podcasts on the network include Buried Bones with Kate Winkler Dawson and Paul Holes, That's Messed Up: An SVU Podcast, This Podcast Will Kill You, Bananas and more.
The Joe Rogan Experience
The official podcast of comedian Joe Rogan.