The Santa Claus Of Bums Blvd

The Anchor Hocking Glass Clobberation brings you crime photographer! Hiya, Kate! Hi, Ella Burke! How did Santa Claus treat you? I have fine, just fine. I'm so full of Christmas spirit I could even kiss the city editor.

What do you know? And me, I could even forgive and forget one or two of those Christmas neckties! Some of those things are lulus. You ought to see the one Marvin got it, lights up and spells a message.

Well anyway, it's a beautiful sentiment. What's it say? The most wonderful words! Anchor Hawking, the most famous name in glass. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, and its more than 10,000 employees bring you another adventure of Casey crime photographer,

ace cameraman who covers the crime news of the great city. Written by Alonso Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight, the Santa Claus of Buns full of art. Christmas, about one o'clock in the afternoon, the Blue Note Cafe.

Ethel Brett, the head bartender, gazes sympathetically at the two glum faces opposite him. Size and... Uh, Casey, I know just how you and Miss Williams feel. It ain't right to have to work on Christmas day.

Mm, the three of us should have different jobs, Ethel Brett. And say Ethel Brett, where's Herman Chittison? He's having Christmas dinner with his family, the lucky dog. Johnny Paul dropped in to play the piano course today.

Oh, good. Oh, my holidays don't mean a thing in our racket at the work. Newspapers must be printed. And guys, in my profession, have to stand behind bars and make with bottles. And lemons. Oh, well, it might be worse. At least we ain't got family.