I knew, when I saw Miss Arkansas yodelling, via ventriloquism, through the mouths of her dollies on Saturday Night that stardom was unfolding. This girl may dream of being a judge/saving the world/marrying Jesus but so what!! With a talent like that, she needs nothing else. Oh I'm getting carried away, it's not 1935. Or is it? Sometimes, when tuning into the US media, one can be forgiven for wondering. Perhaps it's 1945 instead, then? Everyone's banging on about Roosevelt (anniversary or birthday or something), ventriloquising beauty queens and guns. They'll be inventing computers next and teenagers will start dancing to their own, scary new kind of music.
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