Christmas Eve Ghost

the Christmas Eve Ghost. Another in the series of radio plays based on stories featured in the American Weekly. The magazine, which is distributed, will all hearse the Sunday newspapers from coast to coast. The Christmas Eve Ghost was produced in the New York studios of the General Broadcasting Company. Men of the sea are superstitious, even more so than landmen. The sky, the swell of the ocean

surface, birds wheeling and screaming around the ship. All these apparently The innocent details have certain ominous interpretation for your sailor-man, so it's not surprising that there should be wild tales of haunted ships and shipwrecks which lie fathoms deep or beats on a sandy shore off a New England coast.

In the middle of the last century, no sturdier, smarter, five-mapped-schooler ever sail the seas than the roof eye of brown. For shipper, a huge, brony, steaming-named cobb, as good a captain has ever ordered a poor tacky down at one outstanding characteristic. He was deeply religious, two religious to two of his men. He always cared of Parton on board ship to

hold services. One busly Christmas Eve, the skipper was sitting in his cabin, reading aloud to himself. And there were in the same country shepherd's body in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. And the Lord, the angel of the Lord, came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about

them and they were so all afraid. Can I? If you please, Captain. Can you come in, Mr. Willever? And come in, I was just reading a bit of the Scriptures. Aye aye, Captain. But if you...

Now, sit down, made and listened. What's Captain? Sit down. Aye aye, sir. And reading from the second chapter of Luke, where the angel appeared to the Shepherd. And the angel said in the very clear knot, for the whole life bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.