Peter Matwetwe is arriving on the air. Before the regular nine o’clock news an advertisement will be sent through the air. Have you been walking lately and developed an extraordinarily large thirst. Drink milk with tretamel. Tretamel will see to it that your lost energy will be restored by every sip.

After that milky advertisement the news will be read by a Peter Matwetwe. Last night professor Stoffel du Plessis was treated with a spinning hospitality. The old ladies, alias the cooks, kidnapped the professor and posted him amongst the surplus Egiptian maids.

Mr Pieter Rossouw experienced a very lousy Nudist feeling upon crossing the river. In the middle of his action he noticed mrs Erna Eckermans bare arms above the surface and was so inspired that he decided to become barefooted. Mr Elrich Pretorius, with his big replacing volume, was thrilled that he followed mr Rossouw’s example. It’s naughty but it’s nice.

Today at Buffels Bay it sound very gay – A very unfair dog fight took place. Tokkelokkie challenged a nude. Now I don’t mean that the unfairness of the event was because of the nudity – but because of the size. Unfortunately for Tokkelokkie the father of the nude appeared and Tokkelokkie silently depart.

That’s the end of the news.

Here is the time on dr Matchangas thight skim drum – Pong – It is now approximately the same time it was yesterday this time.

Here is a flash from the meat market. Plenty frogs in dried condition. Sun tanned meat very cheap. Giraffe meat very bony. Missionaries in big demand.

Have you any difficulty in stomach irregularities, use dr Jurgans Hakulu’s new advise – Don’t pan or ram otherwise you’ll have to scram.

Now the weather: Our weather office in Matango forecast that it will be warm with light showers tomorrow, especially when the “opstaan” signal will be given.

Sport: Under sportscene the latest news from our local sports field is fortunatly in Afrikaans:
Ou Peet is amper bleskop,
Die luise speel daar rugby op.
Die tampan is die referee,
Die bosluis druk sy eerste drie.

Nuus gelees deur Bok Hough op Gala 1969.