The Sleepy Town Express Street School. My father was experimenting with his wireless transmit¬ ter and he had to have someone to read while he adjusted the equipment. Most evenings I read stories to my young brother Bill before he was put to bed, and Dad got the idea that here was readily accessible talent right under his nose. He ran a long cable down the hall to my bedroom from his own wireless room at the back of the house and placed the microphone in front of us. During those early broadcasts there were very few receiving sets on the Island and people would travel many miles just to hear a broadcast. We had no idea how many people were listen¬ ing. After school I would climb over the railing of the second-floor balcony, loosen some slats and squeeze into a space about six feet square on the slanted roof of the downstairs porch and there I would practice out loud. Mary Irving and Jessie Fullerton , teachers at the school, found material for me. Later when CFCY had a studio downtown, we added music. There was the sound of a train puffing into the station and the words: "We're going to meet Jack, we're going to meet Jill, They live in a shack on Pumpkin .....and the Sandman dear is an engineer On the Sleepy Town Express." That train became my theme song and the program was called "The Sleepy Town Express". It was pure fantasy. A place children could escape to when things bothered them or when they just wanted to sit quietly and listen to a story. It was a world of the imagination where children were asked to "look for your pretenders in the bottom drawer of the old chest" and they would hurry to put them on because "Little Nose" and "Jennifer Duck", the " Snow Fairy " and "the Bubble Fairy " and all the characters who peopled our times on the air would be along to talk to them. Bill Brown , later to become well-known as a sports announcer, was "Conductor Bill" and Ralph "Kelly" Morton, first resident represent¬ ative of The Canadian Press in Charlottetown , became "The Old Scribble Man ". I remember we called him an ancient scribe whose long white whiskers were always found dipped in an ink well. Today's chil¬ dren would hardly know what ink wells were for, but in the middle 133