The Next to the Last Guest

Standard of California, on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invites you to let George do it. The next to the last guest, another adventure of George Valentine. First of all, no, this changes my stock and trade.

If you're so touchy you can't stand to have the finger put on you, you've got a charm for me, George Valentine. Right full details. My dear Valentine, in seventy-some odd years of varied experience, I have found that it It is often harder to do a good thing than a dead one.

The world seldom appreciates an unusual gesture of kindness, but I am a stubborn old man. I intend to make one such gesture. It concerns the distribution of my mother's fortune. In other words, the provisions of my will.

I need the help of a good and honest man. Be careful. Carry on after my death. I have checked on you well, Valentine. But my time is running out. He visit me immediately in sweet 14A Hotel McKinley Arms.

It signed the COD Stern. Let me see that. McKinley Arms. Angel, I think that's the place. George, of course. The home of the Gaga is along the roof and the old iron work up over the door.

Yeah, of course, to eat sure. They're tearing it down and making room for a super drugstore. Well, what are we waiting for, Angel? Let's go visit the past. Or, as Mr. Sturm had put it, time runs up.

I thought at least the elevator should still be working. Shut up, Fender. All three men should be right down here. Well, exercise is the young kid. Only how do you suppose an old man might Mr. Sturm have?