087- Letter from Jason

Hired of the everyday routine, ever dream of a life of romantic adventure? Want to get away from it all? We offer you... escape! Escape! Designed to free you from the four walls of today, for a half hour of high adventure.

Tonight, we escape to the island of Palota in the south seas, and an exciting tale of the strangest bargain ever made, as we bring you letter from Jason, adapted from George F. Word's famous story, sunk.

No John, my mind's made up, and all your eloquence won't change it. You'll understand why when you hear this letter I got today. A letter from Jason. Yes, at last. Listen to this John. Dearest Ellen, he writes, After the terrible things I did and said to you that last night, there seemed to me to be only one way out.

I had failed you as a husband. I had failed the baby as a father. There wasn't anything I hadn't failed at. I was a great success in a saloon, but this is no news to you.

You might, however, be interested in what happened after I walked out on you that night. Well, actually, I don't remember much of the night, but the next morning when I woke up in a rooming house south of the sloth, I remembered enough.

I knew I couldn't go back, and I didn't see any point of going on, But I even failed as a suicide. Somebody smelled gas and called the police. When I came to in the receiving hospital, Uncle Jeffery was there.

Well, Jason, you sunk pretty low. Oh, go, Aynlie Millow. You must have been drunk to find the courage to try suicide. I don't ever really get drunk anymore. I just drink. It's scarcely nude. What about your wife and child?