Fleet Lady

Ladies and gentlemen, the American Broadcasting Company brings to its entire network one of radio's most unusual programs. Pat Novak or Hire. I'm Pat Novak for Hire. That's the sign out in front of my office says Pat Novak for Hire.

You got to put it in block letters because down on the waterfront in San Francisco there's a price tag on everything. You gotta do that or marry a rich widow. I don't like to work that hard, so I rent boats and do anything else that's cash and carry.

Oh, it's all right. You don't mind trouble. Because that's one thing you can't duck. It's like trying to dance the minuet and skis. And the best trouble always looks good from the outside. You're all smiles and you feel like a kid opening a hand grenade under the Christmas tree.

I found that out Tuesday night. It was around seven o'clock. I was getting ready to close the office when this little guy showed up. It was about the size of a golf bag with arms.

If he had a cigar box, he could see over a pool table. He walked up to the desk and started talking in a voice at Major think he was trying to put a lily pawns out of work.

Hello, you Novak? You're doing alright so far. What's on your mind? I'm Jackie Gregg. You heard of me, huh? You're the shy type, I know. I'm Jackie Greg the jockey. You heard of me, huh?

All right, now I heard you. Put the show on the road. I'm looking for a horse. You want to find me a horse? Yeah, I breed him in the back row. What color you want?