072- Second Class Passenger -Parley Baer- -2

Ooooh trapped in a native quarter of Mozambique with the police closing in on you while at your feet lie to dead men and standing beside you is a sultry girl who offers you escape. We offer you escape, designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Tonight we escape to Mozambique in Southeast Africa and a fantastic series of adventures as Percival Gibbon tells it in his story at in his story of the second-class passenger. 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 Ralph's department store in Cedar Rapids will ever know. The important thing is they'll say Ronald Dawson, in drapery, is taking a cruise around the world.

And there's really very little difference in the accommodation and the second-class passengers or every bit as interesting as the first-class crowd. Hey, Miss Patterson, for instance. You'd look far to find a more charming, likeable, and altogether desirable young lady, just the life of the party.

We'd gotten to be quite good friends by the time our crews put in at NOSAM beach, although the competition was always stiff, I can tell you. There were times when I wished those other two, Jones and Twitchell, had missed the boat somewhere along the line.

Well, we still had a couple of hours before we sailed. How about a ride in one of those native caddages this bad as well? Well, personally, I doubt it. Oh, clearly, Mr. Dawson. I don't know, I cared too much now. That wozo made me woozy.

Great stuff of wozo. It would take a greek to think of a drink like that. Oh, you drink it. That is a yuke kill man. We might do the fortune. The guidebook says it's a main point of interest.