The Kid on the Corner

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker's road, and those who travel it wind up in the gut of the prison of the grave. This time it started with a kid hawking papers on Hollywood Boulevard and move from there to a house full of hate on a quiet street, a blonde glyer on ice skates, and a corpse in a burned-out shack, and it all wound up right where it really began in the heart of the kid on the corner.

From the pan of Raymond Tranfer, outstanding author of Crime Fiction comes his most famous character in The adventures of Philip Marlowe. Now with Gerald Moore, star at Philip Marlowe, we bring you tonight's exciting story, The Kid on the Corner.

After a day jam full of heat waves in December, actresses who passed mascara in Long A's office talent, and producers with glossy convertibles and holes in their shoes, the world looked as phony as a $7 bill.

And when I finally closed my office, stepped out on a Hollywood Boulevard into the glare from miles of sheet iron Christmas trees on lamppost trunks, and watched a loud speaker sad across me on reindeer trundled by in a cloud of artificial snow. I had gladly traded all of Hollywood, California for one quiet for Mott Hillside, and thrown my license

into boot. All of which convinced me that what Marlow needed most was a martini in his own apartment, a good book, and a night's sleep in that order. So I started home after them, But I only got as far as the middle of the street It was the kid who sold papers on the corner