Sweet Are the Uses of Publicity

Personal notice, Stange is my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right, full detail. Standard Oil Company of California, on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invites you to let George do it.

Sweet are the uses of publicity, a transcribed adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, believe me trouble I've got like the hives danger I've got like dandruff But who wants to scratch either one? Why should I ruin my expectancy when there's a man like your caliber?

Advertisers he should unwrap people's loads from their backs. No answer. It's for you. You've got it a job It's yours now listen so much for politeness You're going to keep me from an early day. You're gonna throw out a work my tombstone maker. How?

By only making yourself pleasant while I fall party. The place? East Bay up town. Meet at the side entrance at 8 o'clock. The name Jacob S. Flannery, Jake to you. That's me. The job? Believe me, Mr. Valentine, it's a job, all right.

You're going to be a bodyguard. A bodyguard to a man who doesn't exist. Only got 10 minutes, Valentine. Guess I'll be upstairs in 10 minutes. A bartender, Pete, the usual and make it fast. Yes, sir, Mr. Flannery. Coming up.

Anybody around here you don't know anywhere miss Brooks anywhere and I wish it weren't so Ten minutes rest a first all day ten you know for you're quite a curious Mr. Valentine you surprised me too. No, I said that you'll have to excuse the letter But I figured private eye tough Joe make them like it getting tuned with a sympathy get them here