Jack of Clubs

The American Broadcasting Company brings to its entire network one of radio's most unusual programs. Pat Novak, for hire. I'm Pat Novak, for hire.

Oh. That's what the sign on in front of my shop says. Pat Novak, for hire. Down here in the San Francisco waterfront, it's got to be that way. You got to rob a few graves if you want cigarette money.

You need lots of work and roomy sleeves if you're going to play a pat hand. Sometimes, in a good week, with an duck trouble three or four days in a row. And then it creeps up on you like an old charge to come.

Well, I should have known that when I went to the bank. I was up to my knees in mud and didn't even know it was raining season. It was Tuesday. I went by the bank to drop a hundred bucks.

It was about time, because they were beginning to play handball with my checks. Must have been about 11 o'clock when I got to the window. Hello, Mr. Novak. Isn't it a grand morning? Is it your choice? Stay with it.

Ah, yes. Depotted honored by. Yes. Let me get your card. Yes. Right here, I think. Yes. Here we are. All right. A hundred bucks. Give me a duplicate, William. Certainly. My, they shouldn't speak. It's the best deposit.

the best deposit. Look, Bloomer girl, just mark the slip, huh? Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. No, back. I guess I'm not used to thousand dollar deposit. What thousand dollars? Your Friday deposit. I wasn't in here Friday. Oh, you must have been. The card says you put in a thousand dollars on Friday. Give me that card. What did Santa look like? But who put the