The Duke Of Skid Row

I'm a photographer. Hello people. But say you know, I was asking a guy in here the other night to name me one of the oldest industries in America, beginning with the letter G.

I can see what you were leading up to. But you know he's been listening to our program and he says right away, glass making. Right, Everbird, it is glass making. And one of the oldest institutions in the industry is anchor hocking.

The world's largest makers of household glass. And photographer brought to you by Fire King Evan Glass. Anchor glass containers, anchor cats and closures. All products of anchor hocking. A great name in glass. Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is Tony Marvin.

Every week at this time, the anchor hocking glass corporation Operation brings you another adventure of Casey crime photographer ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city written by Alonzo Dean Cole our adventure for tonight the Duke of Skid Row midnight a dingy poverty stricken street of gloomy tenements and cheap

lodging houses above the uninviting door of one of those latter places swings a a dimly lighted sign that identifies the Davis Hotel, one dollar per night. A taxi cab stops in front, and a tall, very thin manalites from it. His clothes are shabby but clean and well fitting.

In one eye is a marmichael, in his hand a jaunty walking stick. I'm a Chellier, please. The maidess says 270. He has five dollars. Give the change, huh? Say, thanks. Good night. Hi. Yes? You know, cabs ain't easy to find in this part of town.

You want me to wait for you? No. I should not be going out again tonight. Meaning you live in that flea bank? You may draw your own conclusion about my residence in the Debbie's hotel.