022- The Second Class Passenger -national broadcast different production

You are trapped in the native quarter of Mozambique, two dead men at your feet, the police closing in on you, and beside you a sultry girl who offers you escape. Escape.

Produced by William N. Robeson and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure. Today we escaped to Portuguese East Africa, to the fetid alleys and dangerous rooftops of Mozambique, in the highly incredible yet somehow thoroughly plausible adventure by Percival Gibbon titled, The Second Class Passenger.

That's me, Ronald A. Dawson, Second Class Passenger. Oh, I could have afforded First Class by pinching a little here and there, but nobody back at Ralston's department store and Cedar Rapids will ever know. The important thing is they'll say, Ronald Dawson in drapery is taking a cruise around the world.

And then there's really very little difference in the accommodations. And the second-class passengers are every bit as interesting as the first-class crowd, but take Miss Patterson for instance. You'd look far to find a more charming, likable, altogether desirable young lady, just the life of the party.

We've gotten to be quite good friends by the time our crew is put in at Mozambique, Although the competition was always stiff, I can tell you. There were times I wish those other two, Jones and Twitchell had missed the boat somewhere along the line.

Well, we've still a good couple of hours before we sleep. How about riding one of these native carriages, Miss Patterson? No, dear. Do you think they'd be clean? Personally, I doubt it. Although I don't know as I should care too much now, that woozo made me so woozy.