072- Second Class Passenger -Parley Baer- -1

We're 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 Percifel Gibbon tells it in his story of the second-class passenger. That's me, Ronald A. Dawson's second-class passenger. Oh, I could have afforded first-class by pinching a little here and there, but nobody back at the Roussons department or 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 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.

Hey, Miss Patterson for instance. You'd look far to find a more charming, and all together is a 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 Mozambique.

Although the competition was always stiff, I can tell you. There were times when I wished those other two, Jones and Twitchell, missed the boat somewhere along the line. Well, we still had a good couple of hours before we sailed.

Before we sail, I'd say, how about a ride in one of those native carriages this bad is? Oh, you think they'd be clean? Well, personally, I doubt it. Oh, really, Mr. Dawson? Well, I don't know if I'd care too much now.