Too Near the Sky

Fresno notice, dangerous my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Write full details. Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West invites you to let George do it.

To near the sky, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, my telephone number is Gramercy 3747. Can you remember that? Grandma said, three, seven, four, seven. I've investigated you thoroughly and I know you won't get it wrong.

You won't forget. A man as good-looking as you are just couldn't be irresponsible, at least not about women, or maybe it's the other way around. It doesn't make sense. I know I don't make sense, but then if I did, that would show that I wasn't afraid, wouldn't it?

And then I wouldn't be needing you, would I? Please, please, please. The moment you get this letter, this is Sony Bellsing, Grandma said, three, seven, four, seven. But we've been trying to telephone you all afternoon, Mrs. Bell.

Oh, I know. I know my line's busy. It's always busy. But my dear, you said Mr. Valentine. I'm right here on the extension, Mrs. Belsing. Extension? Oh, my. It's just like one of those quiz programs calling, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah. They have a hard time getting answers to. But Mr. Valentine, all I want is for you to come to a party. Uh, you want us to come to a party? No one must know who you really are, so you'll be Mr. Valentine.

Huh? But my cousin or something from out of town, or Sioux City of Boston, do you understand? Oh, but Miss Brooks. Yes. He can't have a date if you know what I mean. Oh. Oh, well, I guess I could be Mrs. Valentine.