Cabin On The Lake

The F.W. Fitch Company presents Dick Powell as Private Investigator Richard Rogue in Rogue's Gallery. The song be your style, you bitch. Shampoo load is fair, use your head, save your hair, you bitch. Shampoo! The F.W. Fitch Company makers of Fitches, Dandruff, Remover, Shampoo and Ideal Hair Tonic, presents Dick Powell as Private Investigator Richard Rogue.

In Rogue's Gallery. Rogue speaking, this Saturday night I'm going to spell my new avant, got me while spending a week and the fee from my last case in zestful living at a summer hotel, which was so swanky that the help party spoke to the guests.

For $25 a day I had one of the 50 bungalows on the hotel grounds, for 30 I could have had one with a window. Well, anyway, there was a girl up there. Isn't there always?

She was named Janice Cole, a sort of a social secretary to the hotel. She was about 28. Her eyes were so big and blue they made you think of mountain lakes, and her hair was as black as a jealous rage.

She had a figure that made you think you'd seen her before in a swimsuit. Oh, she was real, Quallaby. Much to my high blood pressure, she was engaged to a society playboy with a dollar for every son, Dan, and Florida, and his name was Clint Hayes.

There was dancing going on in the ballroom of the hotel, and Janice was dancing with Clint. But she was watching me. I thought I saw fear in her eyes. They finished their dance right in front of me.

Well, I certainly enjoyed that exhibition, Clint. Glad you like it, Rogue. Dancing with Janice is a wonderful way to spend an evening. I believe that. How about the next one, Janice? Oh, I can't reach you there.