Go Away Dixie Gillian

Ladies and gentlemen, the American Broadcasting Company brings transcribed to its entire network one of radio's most unusual programs. Pat Novak, or Hire? I'm Pat Novak, for Hire.

That's what the sign out in front of my office says. Pat Novak, for Hire. Down on the waterfront in San Francisco, you always bite off more than you can chew. It's tough on your windpipe, but you don't go hungry.

And down here a lot of people figure it's better to be a fat guy in a graveyard than a thin guy in a stew. That way you can be sure of a tight fit. I rent boats and do anything else that makes a sound like money.

That works out alright. If your mother doesn't mind you coming home for Easter in a box. I found that out Wednesday night about nine o'clock. I closed the shop early and I came home to read.

It wasn't a bad book if you ever wanted to start a forest fire. fire. It was one of those historical things, and the girl in it wandered around like a meat grinder in ribbons. It was moving along all right. She was just getting her second win before going after the world's record when the door to my apartment opened and the place began to get

kind of crowded. Where I sat, the crowd looked good. She saw it in, moving slowly from side to side like 118 pounds of warm smoke. Her voice was alright too. I reminded you of a furnace full Good evening.

Thanks for knocking. I don't think you mind my coming in without warning. No, I get the cabbage smell from next door the same way. Does it pay to be that polite, Mr. Novak? It saves you the trouble of saying please.