Casey44-02-2633The Clue In The Cloudscasey Press Photographer

Face the camera, please. Hold it. Thanks. Look for it in the morning, express. Hey, see, press photographer. Columbia brings you another adventure of Casey press photographer. Tonight, in every Saturday this time, Columbia invites you to follow Casey on his exciting assignment, and it meets a strangely assorted people who pass and twist-moving parade before the shutters of his camera.

The night, the clue in the clouds. In the quiet, easy air, there suddenly comes a whirring of wings. It's a helicopter apparently out of control. Like a giant bird, it flaps crazily about for a few minutes, and then heads out to sea.

What is it? It looks like a bird! It's a helicopter! It's a wild plane! It's out of control! Then he does. Hey, Burke! Who is it? Casey? Yes, it's Casey. Listen. There's an airplane that loops over the city of helicopter.

Yeah, it's out of control. Something has happened to the pilot. It's headed out to sea. the coast guard is trying to get the plane here to follow it now. Oh yeah? Where are you? I'm at the blue nose. I thought so. Now listen Casey, the home is free but all. I see you in the morning. Now listen

are you in front of me? You ought to know better than the phone me in that condition. Now go home and go to bed. Oh stop at Berg, I'm as sober as you are. I tell you this is a story. Okay okay so it's the story. What do you want me to do? Stay up all night waiting for you to get? All that. Well see if I

knew I could count on you. We're going down to the coast guard. Who's with you? And with you. All right a crazy loon but this is better be good if that helicopter turns out to be a Halloween witch on a broom you shut your last picture for me you get that get it