032- The Log of the Evening Star -national broadcast

Afraid to face the tax collector tomorrow? Fed up with high prices? Wanna get away from it all? We offer you escape! You have shipped aboard a South Sea schooner with a ghost of its dead captain and command.

A ghost who shoots guns, resurrects the dead, creates a terror from which you cannot escape. Escape, produced and directed by William Ann Robson, and designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Tonight we escape across the limitless horizons of the South Seas, an Alfred Noise version of a classic legend of blue water, the log of the evening star. The He-He French-Oceania June the 19th. The sailing schooner evening star reported missing since the 1st of April.

Today was discovered a hundred miles west of here, drifting about in a dead calm, with all sails set, but not a soul on board. The ship when found was well-stocked with food and water, and all three of her small boats were still present.

The sun-baked body of the ship's cap was lying in the bow, and the mess table in the crew's quarters had been laid in preparation for a meal, which was never served. Otherwise, everything aboard seemed to be in order, and no solution can be offered to explain the whereabouts of the 12 persons who sailed on her from San Francisco.

It appears that the fate of the Evening Star will remain permanently one of the weird and unsolved mysteries of the sea. My name is Harper. I'm first made of the South Sea schooner Evening Star.

I'm writing this because I believe it's my duty my duty to make some record of the terrible things which have just occurred. Events I can't possibly enter in the ship's log. I can't of course be certain this account will ever come to light because I'm not likely to live another 24 hours.