Come and Get Me

Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West invite you to let George do it. Come and get me another adventure of George Valentine. Personal notice, dangerous, my stock and trade.

If wife's got you in a spin and you need someone to pull you out of it, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. Dear Mr. Valentine, are you an imbecile? I trust not.

Yet fear you will betray that trust. To look for intelligence in this morass of idiocy known as contemporary civilization is to embark on a search much less likely to succeed than the one pursued by diogenes.

However, let me state my difficulty. I have committed a perfect crime. Alas, too perfect. Because I now find it necessary. to confess my guilt, but no one will believe me. If you do happen to have enough sense to comprehend the possibility of my being a murderer, I should like to engage you to help me prove it

to the proper authority. Awaiting an early reply, I am, Winslow Bark. But George, don't be so smug. Didn't you hear me? The man wants you to prove he's a murderer. Well, no accounting for taste, St. John.

Oh, he must be crazy. Maybe. Well, no sane person would write a letter like that. Still, he raised an interesting question. He wants to know if I'm an imbecile. What do you think, Booksy? Are you going to take this letter seriously?

Then the answer to his question is yes. Yes. Good of you to come, Valentine. And you, Miss Brooke. Thank you. And at all, Mr. Barker. This we had to hear. Well, here we are. Refreshment before we get down to business.