Calling All Cars: Whistling Snowbirds

copyrighted programs transcribed and dedicated to the prevention of crime. In all cars, vaudits, narcotics, water, and abrancing, doorbrains, panting, alcohol, eaters, specialists, and work on the problems. In the United States, this campaign of prevention and

suppression rests in the hands of the officers of the Narcotics Squad's federal, state, and municipal. It is highly specialized work and dangerous, because the Narcotic agent works best when he works alone, undercover. He must meet cunning with cunning and never, never drop his disguise, which as a rule is that of a dealer in drugs, for the peddler,

especially the one who deals in large amounts, is cautious, oily and ruthless. Such is the story you will hear. The Whiffling Slobers in October 1936, even the interior of Los Angeles Oriental section, two unkempt men browsed through the narrow alley-like feet.

To the observer they are just a part of the never-ending line of food-seeking scavengers, whose hungry eyes seek for strats of anything edible to save off starvation. But under the filthy clothes, the matted beards, these two men are interested in a far greater reward than food.

They are two alert, watchful, narcotic squad workers, the tenant's wallace-written and raiment making careful notes as they go. A dope drive is underway. You are wanting something? Just looking around the old side. You are having money?

Maybe. Or better maybe you are leaving. My people are not enjoying a safe feel. Maybe you could tell us, we might find some fun. You know, a happy fun. and not understanding you live now.

Oh sure you understand. Not understanding. So sorry. Oh, what's all the essential for next? Oh, thank you. No, no, not that, John. I mean you're good one. Oh, thank you. Look, see if you can stab you there.