Music To Die By

The anchor-hocking glass corporation brings you crime photographer Hiya Casey. Hi, look here come Tony. Hi, Tony. Hi, Casey You're gonna give us that famous line of yours? Well I'm here to tell you that tomorrow begins a week dedicated to one of America's most famous institutions the boy's gods of America They deserve our full support

Right as a burden since you've done your good deed for the day, Tony, suppose you proceed. Alright, Casey, I will. Anchor Hawking is the most famous name in class. 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 great city.

Written by Alonzo Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight, music to die by. Last, last line in the evening, in the cheaply furnished living room of the small, cheap apartment, a woman rather pretty in a draft way as droning stock.

Her husband holds a magazine that he obviously isn't reading, and in a apartment above, a radio is loudly tuned in on a stand friend, and finally the woman says, That music ball that you do?

Huh? Betty Welp his home. Yeah? Hmm. We always know when we hear that radio up there. I... I know that. No? You haven't read a word in that magazine since you turned it on. Boy, I... I'm thinking.

Well, why don't you go to bed since you've got a tough day tomorrow? Fine, sleepy. Oh, why don't you hit the hay you've got to get up early for your job? Good job. Well, I wouldn't get any rest of that radio going over my head.