From The Topeka State Journal, February 3, 1913. By Roy K. Moulton. Grand Opry as a form of entertainment can’t be beat. I love to cough up ten good bones and buy myself a seat. To hear some howling tenor from some low-browed foreign land Come forth and yell a lot of stuff that I can’t understand. I simply dote on listenin’ for several mortal hours While them high-priced sopranners exercise their vocal powers. I think I get my money’s worth. Oh yes, of course I do And I am always sorry when the jamboree is through. There’s nothing I like half so well and for a chance to go I’d walk five miles in my bare feet right through the ice and snow. I know what you are thinking, I’ve got your thought wave quite- You’re thinking I’m a liar and I guess you’re thinking right.