The Elusive Hundred Grand

Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West invites you to let George do it. The elusive hundred grand, another adventurer George Valentine. Personal notice, dangerous, my stock and trade.

If it's so off the beam, nobody can help you. You got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. Yeah, Mr. Valentine. This is not a quiz program, but how would you like to get paid for spending a weekend at the fashionable resort of Las Rositas?

Doing what? Just having fun. Indulging yourself like seriously at my expense. Fulfilling an ambition most men merely dream about. Alas, these pleasures die... I just have to ask your feet, but I need you because I must spend the weekend being charming, live, and hilarious.

And detaining the wealthy yokels in the peacock room of the Pioneer Hotel, where you can reach me this letter and treat you. Just write, wire, or simply drop in signs, wall for hanging. You know, you keep reading that letter, Angel, and I'm gonna stop and make you hitchhike the rest of the way

I'm sorry, George, and I'm fascinated. Things like this just don't happen to people. Unless I guess the name of the song. If you don't like that, Brooks, you may be able to follow Walter Haney in the peacock.

But seriously, why would a man who's been a star for years making thousands of dollars a week write a letter like this? Maybe it's just a gag. How do you know? I call the hotel.

There's a sweet waiting for me. All painful. Oh, a whole big sweet. Yep, that's right. So I reserved a room for you on the second floor, right over the laundry. Right over the laundry? Well, I'm sorry, it's all I had, Brussey.