Art's the Thing!; Evening W/billy Mus.

A production of the South Carolina Educational Television Network. What's your business like decide.

That. You would be really. Standing out in front. Smiling. Yes you want to see it. And then show a building. There and. There's the like smile when they are. Even with a turkey that you might be standing out Still you would trade it for us. Let's go on with the show. The butcher the baker the grocer or are secretly mending. The butcher the baker or the ark. Get paid for what they do. But they gladly pay their weary jobs good. For anything. The Achree.

And why. There's no. Business Like Show Business like. Business. I love. Everything. It has to be. Everything that traffic will allow. When you get a happy feeling when you're stealing it there's a lot like show when they are. Yesterday they told you you were from. Mind you. Thank you. Next day on your dressing room then the. Star. Laughs. Will show. Hello to everybody here and everybody out there.

And we're so glad you're with us for this music now that we're having with our friends tonight. It's a really special night. And that's the lead in for a song cold on such a night as this. There's something in the air that you can sense elusive yet unbearably intense. The stars are waiting there in the spin. As they prepare. To light the men. Even. This. On such a night as this. Did young Lorenzo swear. He'd gladly swim a thousand to see just to please his lady fair. On such a night didn't Wagner right the evenings. He's such a stud. Lorna you. And Lochinvar. If someone waits for you in yonder secret

glade on such a night. No. He might come close serenade. Hurry my sweet wings on your feet. You mustn't miss. The sheer delight. Of such a night as this. Is. John has this. When Judy Garland swore I just adore him. How can I or the boy next door. On such a night. Did Gershwin write his rhapsody. On such a set. Did young Ginette sing. Lover Come Back. To me on John night has this. Did For Robert Taylor. I. Asked. Garbo gave a

little cough. And wandered off to die. Lately I find I'm disinclined to reminisce. Except perhaps on some. Night. As. I have my twin cities across from me over there. My train pianist Thaddeus John I've been playing together for several years now and we love Rodgers and Hart mostly because they lend themselves to the waltzes to piano playing and I think this is probably the most exciting thing that we do together the most beautiful girl in the world. Only.

The. People there are beautiful you have a really wonderful treat in store in that I call her the first lady of the South Carolina stage. Ruth Gallimore is going to come up and tell you exactly what she's going to do. This evening. I'm going to do. An excerpt from a beautiful play by James Fredo the last of Mrs. Lincoln. And this is part of a letter Mary Todd Lincoln writes to her nephew. Louis. My dear Lou.

This early evening and the sun is slowly disappearing behind the mountain which rises above all. I am certain. I'm glad that you're glad of this. So very Only although I have loved and. Would be with me. Why not still be young. It is not. Love. You're. In a car occupying a small room in the tiniest village known to the villagers as a lonely

American woman in mourning for. This very bad. The villagers are also all alone. They don't know they don't know it. Here is. I make my phone work. Please don't. Every time I hear Milenko in the mountains I run a window of a house on the corner and Jackson in Springfield Illinois. And I look down the street where everyone is shouting in the air. In the center of the crowd. Any one thing I so a lot higher than mine.

My heart beats on my rush down to me. People keep pouring in but I don't hear a word that they say. And I feel his hands on my shoulder. And he looks down at me and he says well I am the president. I can't understand what has happened. Oh I'm so very glad they had better put on a pot of coffee. And presently it fades away. Now I am again in a car and. All of my loved ones to be. My little room Rubik merely until the next memory comes and transports me back.

I live from dream. Country. Is not better than dying. Nothing could be better than dying for me now. Since I've been. Unable to do while I. Wait so long. Oh oh God oh wait a while I. I'm not saying. I mean.

You are. For all. Know.

Hi. Hi. Thank. You.

Well. We. Have. To. Operate. In Columbia South Carolina. And Mr. Rev. Mr. Thomas will have to deviate from his daily Sunday thing and do the Phantom of the Opera. Can you imagine anybody that can be a better phantom.

I saw you and. I said to myself I could tell at a glance that it wasn't by chance that we happened to be where we are this morning I was thinking the way I see you. We were in for a wonderful day. As I said before as I came through the door I was terribly. All day like binding plowed into the sky and there was

no one like me. But let me take that one. Rain snow rain. The lightning strike that gets everybody so well for everybody.

I mean. It. Is a wonderful day and I'd like to introduce my other twin over there. Maurice to accompany Tom on this. These last two songs that we've done. And now I'm going to do the song that I

feel I have been asked to do more times than any song in my 45 years in the business. Stephen Sondheim's send in the Clowns. Isn't it. Are we up. Help.

Me. Here at last on the ground. You made a stand the clown. Years and did this. Don't you. Peru one who keeps touring around. One have to where are the clowns. And then look around. Just when I stopped. Opening doors. Finally knowing I was making my friends again with my you was you all. Of My Life. No one is there. Don't do you love farts.

Hi. Hi. I'm sorry I'm. Sorry my dear. Where are the clowns. Send them. She's finally. Rich. Isn't it queer. Losing my timing this. And like Hillary. Where are they. There ought to be. Well. My mother and I think. You.

Not. Bad being upstaged by an almost 90 year old mama. The clock says it's time for me to say. Oh it's time to call it a day. They are ready. And they've taken the time to find. Stuff. Just to make you mine. So Art and. The candles color and you've

danced you dream of mine. And it seem to be right. Just. Being with. Him. You must always. Be missed. And. Take off. Your make. At least a. Song. My friend. I never kissed and be. Isn't that a shame. I never kissed a man before before I knew his name.

I never had a taste for wine. Isn't that a snare. I had it for wine for wine can't compare with. Nice guys. Our fate is isn't the last restorer. To find. Its own. Reward. I always say. That. I am always. Glad. To see him to my heart and thanks to my guests. Until next time.

So. That. My dear and he hears me now and then it was great fun but it was just. One of those