Beware the Quiet Man

In just a moment, suspense with Anne Southern. Dilly, turn that radio down. How can we play bridge? Okay, Ma. I like the auto light show, but not too loud. Who's deal is it, Mae? Mine, Mary.

My husband Ed always listens too. When he's home on Thursdays, our house sounds just like his service station. I know what you mean. Tonight's probably Spark Plug Night. You'd think the announcer with his commercials would be enough, but no.

It's switched to auto light resistors. Park plugs. I know, batteries and ignition distances. Well Dara, what are you dreaming about? Oh, auto light? You mean the show with Ann Southern? Oh Mary Calbilly to turn up the radio again.

I wouldn't miss a space for you. Yeah, you turn the radio up your Ann Dara. Yes, ma'am. So spends. Auto light and at 60,000 dealers and service stations bring you radios outstanding Theatre of Thrills.

Starring tonight, Miss Anne Southern, in Anton Lita's production of Beware the Quiet Man, a tale well calculated to keep you in. Suspen! What do you have? A ribbon and soda with a twist of lemon.

Okay, covered right up. Say. Your name, Margie. Yeah. How'd you know? You, Johnny, come in here with a heavy set guy, black wavy hair. Where's the big diamond? Yeah. He was in a while ago said that that he'd be late before you to be sure and wait for him But I can't wait I gotta get home to my...

I gotta get home How late be say B? Oh, part of now Oh for crying out loud Okay, give me some nickels Yeah Hey, yeah Thanks Mr. Banning please Yeah, Mr. Arthur Banning Margie Er... I'm gonna be late for supper Yeah, I ran into a girl I used to know at Lincoln High