Serenade to the Southern Star

Standard of California, on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invites you to let George do it. Serenade to the southern star, another adventure at George Valentine. First of all, notice, change is my stock and trade.

If life is a whirlpool in your smack in the middle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right, full details. My goodness, the Valentine. There was once a man named Bluebeard who could not endure the thought of leaving his lady friends alive.

But it is much more horrifying when you suspect that a woman has developed this same complex regarding her men. We are musicians, and she took an interest in our little group. When we all arrived in your city a few days ago, we were a quartet.

Now we are a trio, and unless you help us immediately, There is every reason to believe we may become a duet. If you think this is facetious, may we add that the ladies two husbands have also disappeared.

And clearly the panacea's trio, steamship Southern Star, P.F. 42. And Mr. Valentine, Miss Brooks, my name is Paul. I am the conductor of Islanding Symphony. Oh, how do you do? And this young man is Stuart Madrama.

Oh. About as musical as a pelican, but he so politely said he wanted the experience for his college education. Don't worry, I'm getting it too. They were either one of this female blue beard has arrived fixed on it.

Oh gosh, no. Now her tastes are a little more sophisticated. It is our third member Fabio. He is in there in the next tremendously. Yeah, he always sleeps. As an atheist, Pierre and I ever had.