Once upon a time, there was a feisty grandmother who wanted to be a singing sensation. Her voice wasn't terrible, but it wasn't particularly good, either. It possessed neither the greatness of a Judy, Peggy, Ella, Dinah, et al.; nor the stupefying yet charming hideousness of a Mrs. Miller. What this little lady did have, besides chutzpah to spare, was a rich husband who owned the Solo Cup Company. Hubby's unconditional love prompted him to indulge his wife's whims to record countless albums and singles on their privately-owned labels, which were often distributed with the Solo Cup Company's fine family of products. Eventually, this Iron Butterfly convinced her husband, who now also owned a low-budget TV production company, to produce syndicated "television spectaculars" built around her dubious charms and talents.
Ladies and gentlemen, aided by Rich Little, Phil Harris, Oliver, and Frank Sinatra, Jr. (plus a canned audience applause track), we present the one, the only, Miss Dora Hall.
