Section 5, speed her up, 4-1.
Attention foreman, trouble on bench 5, check nut tightening.
Nut coming through loose on bench 5, attention foreman.
Man!
Section 5, more speed, 4-7.
Relief man, passing,
relief man, passing.
Hey!
Quit stalling, get back to work!
Go on!
Good morning my friends.
This record comes to you through the Sales Talk Transcription Co. Inc.
Your speaker, the mechanical salesman.
May I introduce Mr. J. Willacomb Bellows,
inventor of the Bellows Feeding Machine,
a practical device which automatically feeds your men at work.
Don't stop for lunch. Be ahead of your competitor.
The Bellows feeding machine will eliminate the lunch hour,
increase your production and decrease your overhead.
Allow us to point out some of the features of this wonderful machine.
Its beautiful aerodynamic streamlined body,
its smoothness of action made silent by electroporous metal ball bearings.
Let us acquaint you with our automaton soup plate,
it's compressed air blower, no breath necessary,
no energy required to cool the soup.
Notice the revolcing plate with the automatic food pusher.
Observe our countershaft double-knee action cornfeeder,
with its synchromesh transmission,
enabling you to shift gears by the mere tip of the tongue.
Then there is the hydrocompressed sterilized mouth wiper.
Its factors of control insure against spots on the shirt front,
These are but a few of the delightful features
of the Bellows Feeding Machine.
Let us demonstrate with a worker. Actions speak louder than words.
Remember, to keep ahead of you competitor,
you cannot ignore the importance of the Bellows Feeding Machine.
Section 5, give 'em the limit.
Local news: a pardon was granted to the prisoner
who thwarted the attempted city jail break.
Sheriff Couler will inform the prisoner of the good news today.
If you are suffering from gastritis, don't forget to try...
We are the singing waiters We will sing and serve potatoes
We will strive to do our bit And if you leave a modest tip
We'll sing the whole night long
In the evening by the moonlight
You can hear those banjoes singing
In the evening by the moonlight
You can hear those banjoes ringing
How the old folks would enjoy it
They would sit all night and listen
As we sang in the evening
by the moonlight
Hop along sister Mary hop along, hop along, hop along
Hop along sister Mary hop along and we'll get there by and by
Homeward bound Way down yonder in the old cornfields