The Corridor of Doom

Lipton tea and Lipton soup present in a sanctum mystery. Starring for a scarlet. You know, sanctum, this is your host. Welcome again, through the squeaking door, to another session of mystery, murder and madness. Oh, excuse me if I don't get up, but I'm all worn out.

Yes, I've had a hectic few days with an old friend who just blew into town. He's one of those earnest souls who insists on doing everything for himself. Consultations for the monument makers, the grave diggers, fittings of the coffin maker.

Yes, quite a busy body. But then we only die once, you know. You know. Oh, these friends of yours, they're such unhappy people. They never seem to enjoy life. Never seem interested in any of the quiet, peaceful, good things of life.

For instance, what's the use of telling of your spooky characters about Lipton tea. They wouldn't like it. But other people enjoy that brisk Lipton flavor. They settle back in an easy chair and say to themselves, Mmm, Lipton certainly has a rich, hearty flavor. Never the least bit wishy washy. No, sir, ree. But would a ghost appreciate Lipton's? Indeed he would not. And its lucky Lipton's is

made for real live folks who like good things. Or else it wouldn't be the world's largest selling brand of tea. Mary, you've been very hard on my friends. Very, and they won't like it. But then most live folks don't enjoy being scared to death. And that's just what's going to happen to you tonight. Our story is called The Corridor of Doom. It's an original radio

play written by Robert Newman. And our star tonight is a man who gives even me the shakes. The famous star of stage screen and radio? Boris Kalloff. Have you thought about death lately? Not the fact that it's inevitable that it must come to all of us someday, but rather how it will come. Do you think of it as a sleep and a waking