GHOSTMAN RADIO STATION

pThe Screaming Skull is a 1958 independently made American black-and-white horror film, produced by John Kneubuhl and directed by Alex Nicol, starring John Hudson, Peggy Webber, Russ Conway, Tony Johnson, and Nicol. The Screaming Skull marked Nicol#39;s directorial debut; he decided to try it because he felt that he was not acting in the roles which he wanted. The film was distributed by American International Pictures in August 1958[2] as a double feature with Terror from the Year 5000.[3][4]/p

pCampbell Playhouse 1940-03-17 Huckleberry Finn/p

pFrom my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,/ppAnd I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze./ppSix miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,/ppI woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters./ppWhen I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose./p

p Mark Antony Raines 2026/ppbr/ppAcross the fields where autumn whispers low,/ppThe iron harvest scarred the ancient soil./ppBeneath the crosses row on silent row,/ppLie youth and hope, consumed in bitter toil./ppA generation lost in mud and wire,/ppWhere hollow trenches swallowed up the sun,/ppAnd fields dissolved in deafening sheets of fire,/ppBefore the bitter, hollow peace was won./ppYet peace was brief. The embers caught anew,/ppAcross the oceans and the ruined lands./ppA darker shadow stretched, a deeper blue,/ppForged in the grip of devastating hands./ppThe cities wept beneath the midnight skies,/ppAnd oceans churned with iron and with fear,/ppWhile history watched with tear-exhausted eyes,/ppAs grief outlived each agonizing year./ppNow quiet winds sweep over field and stone,/ppWhere poppies bloom to guard the nameless dead./ppLest we forget the seeds of wrath outgrown,/ppAnd paths where human sorrow darkly tread./p

pAnthem for Doomed Youth/ppBy Wilfred Owen/ppWhat passing-bells for these who die as cattle?/pp   — Only the monstrous anger of the guns./pp   Only the stuttering rifles#39; rapid rattle/ppCan patter out their hasty orisons./ppNo mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; /pp   Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—/ppThe shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;/pp   And bugles calling for them from sad shires./ppbr/ppWhat candles may be held to speed them all?/pp   Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes/ppShall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes./pp   The pallor of girls#39; brows shall be their pall;/ppTheir flowers the tenderness of patient minds,/ppAnd each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds./p

pThe Death of the Ball Turret Gunner/ppBy Randall Jarrell/ppFrom my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,/ppAnd I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze./ppSix miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,/ppI woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters./ppWhen I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose./p

pBatman 1950-09-05 The Monster Of Dumphrey s Hall.mp3/p

pRoy Rogers 1949-05-08 Pacos Bill/p

pWINSTON CHURCHILL 0001 THE HOUR OF ARMISTACE 1918/p

pSuspense - 42-06-17_Burning_Court.mp3/p