The Fix

The anchor-hocking glass corporation brings you crime photographer! Casey, wasn't that hip-mit this over at the odd fella's hall really something? Yeah, he sure had some surprising stunts, didn't he? You know, like when he put those guys to sleep, then he wakes him up, and always the first words they say are exactly what the hip-mitters told us they'd say.

Yeah, but I've seen that done often. You know, Casey, I'd like to have that hypnotist try it on Tony Marvin. No, no, no dice, Ethoper. No matter what, as soon as Tony woke up, he'd say...

Anchor Hawking, the most famous name in glass. Good evening, 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 a Greek city. Our adventure for tonight? The Fix. Early afternoon. The Blue Note Cafe. Ethelbert, the head bartender, is engaged in conversation with a rather weak looking young man and a very good looking young woman when the street door opens and...

Oh, it's nice and warm in here, Casey. Oh, it is. That heat feels good, honey. Wow, look who's here. Hi, Ethelbert. Hi. Hello, Ethelbert. Casey. Huh? But don't go on, how are you Archie? Fine, and you?

I'll feel better when spring comes. Don't you remember me, Casey? Milter it. Hello. Oh, what are you? Say you look like a million in that main coat. I gather you know these folks, Casey. I've known Archie ever since he was a punk in grammar school, Ethel Burd and Miss Sells.