"Myrtle, Our Choir Director"

[Jaynedeau]

About 1958, I had a 45 rpm record performed by a British sounding gentleman (men) and orchastra. The only words I recall being on it is the question, "Was that Myrtle, our choir director?"

The vision portrayed was: Orchestra playing a lilting-type melody. Two men strolling through a forest and every now and then, in the far and sometimes not-so-far distance, a woman would let out a ghastly scream, as if she were falling into a very deep cravass; the end of which, one of the men would ask, "Was that Myrtle, owah chwiah directah?" and the music would resume.
That was the gist of the entire record. Hilarious!!

I have no further information on this record and this is all my memory has retained. Plus, I have no idea what ever happened to it but have wished so very many times I still had it. Can anyone help??

Jayne