Blondes Prefer Gentlemen

The F.W. Fitch Company makers of those fine Fitch products present Dick Powell as private detective Richard Rogue. In Rogue's Gallery. Rogue speaking. Well, I was suffering one of my regular taxa-rigger indolence last year when I decided to commune with nature in a gentle sort of way.

So I made a reservation at the L7 Dude Ranch out in the desert. The afternoon I arrived at the ranch, I was lolling around the swimming pool, exposing my epidermis to the sun and admiring the scenery. When part of the scenery walked up and took a poke at another part of the scenery, over some of the most beautiful scenery I've ever

seen in or out of a white satin bathing suit. The poker was a paunchy 45, the poke a very like 30 and the cause of it all was a lovely lovely 25 blonde and definitely feminine I stayed out of it I've told you for the last time Harding and what you stay away from my wife Ryan please you've been drinking

this is no place to settle your quarrel with Tom I'm just as sick of you as you are of me Mills and so's Anne you know good Danny Tom don't not hear Tom if you don't stay away from my wife I'll kill you please come on Brian let's get out of here please Tom I'll see you last time I'm gonna warn you Harding if you don't say

You are shut up your truck again. Talking that's all you're not going to kill anybody. I'll see you later, Anne. Come on, Brian, let's go now. Would you mind talking to me? I'm a little embarrassed.