190- A Source of Irritation

tired of the everyday grind, ever dream of a life of romantic adventure. What I get away from at all, we offer you escape. Escape, designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

For a farmer, peacefully working the soil, planting your crops, By the above you, deadly as a vulture, a man is descending who will carry you away to his lair, a place from which there is no escape.

So listen now, as escape brings you Stacey Omonier's exciting story, a source of irritation. You know, whenever the talk turns to the last war and who won it between the correspondence of the overseas press club on Fleet Street, It becomes a hot two-way fight between the Americans and the Englishmen.

Myself, I'm a shy man, I keep out of it, nor do myself a shot of Benedictine and Brandy. But privately I have my own candidate. You can take it for what it's worth, but I'd nominate old Sam Gates.

I know about Sam because I had occasion to cover the story for the times. It was during the days of the Butts Creek, the Netherlands, Norway and Belgium had already fallen before the German Panzer divisions.

And the British Expeditionary Force was doing its grim best to help out in France. Old Sam Gates was on Mr. Dodges farm in Halvisham, holding turnips, waiting for his niece Aggie, who arrived twice daily, at dawn and at tea time, with his parcel of food.

Oh, hello Aggie. Hello Uncle. Is there any news? You asked me the same question yesterday. You died? Yes, I'm the day before that. Well, it's another day in news today. In news? What do you want, girl? What news should there be?