Portuguese Cove

First of all, notice, it's my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you've 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.

Portuguese cold, another adventure of George Valentine. Okay, here's your mail, Captain. Hey, who sends you those letters with all the fancy stamps anyway, Captain? Madagascar, Porto Prince, you got a girl in every port? My name is Captain LaMego.

Sometimes it's spelled with a double... Oh, here, here, dress pattern, sad housekeeper, yours, Mrs. Jewell. Hey, how about this? From Manila, Captain Alva P. Give me that. With the rest of it in the box, young man.

Hey, what's in it? Come on, pop, let's see the mystery, huh? You're the only guy around here who writes any place exciting. Trouble in the lonely hearts club, Manila? You look like you lost your last friend.

Hey, maybe some little native girl. Hey, look out, pop. You're my friend. Here, Mr. Valentine.

That's exactly what I saw happen. He struck me. He struck the mailman. Now I've lived in Portuguese coal for nearly ten years, years, and for all ten of it I've taken care of Captain the Megal. I've kept his house and done his cooking for him in the times when he's not out on his tuna boat. There never

was a finer man in all the world, so upright and good and virtuous, and he's kind, the last person who'd ever just flare up and strike anyone like that, unless, of course, it was justified, or unless, Mr. Valentine, unless the poor dear man is in some kind of a poor of trouble, some kind of danger.