Slow Burn

Sausphen! Auto-light and its 96,000-dealer present transcribed Mr. Dick Powell in slow burn. A Sausphen's play produced and edited by William Spier. Silver-upser? Please do, my personable peddler of petroleum. How about your battery? Why, lad, I've got an auto-light, stay full battery.

The battery that needs water only three times a year in normal car use. An auto-light, stay full battery. Say! Say no more, my good fellow, for when you've said auto-light stay-full battery, you've said the ultimate.

This demon-deliver of starting stamina has over three times as much liquid reserve above the plates as batteries without stay-full features. You sound like Carla Wilcox. Right, sound like every motorist in modern memory who has been moved to murderous fury by one of the major causes of battery failure, namely a thirsty battery, but who has discovered

the delight of the auto-light stay-full battery. A battery that needs water only three times a year in normal car use. Sure, but you still sound like Carla Wilcox to me. Well, by a curious coincidence, that couldn't happen again in a thousand years.

I am Carla Wilcox. Well, why didn't you say so? Because right now I'm too busy saying you're always right with auto light. And now with slow burn, and with the performance of Dick Powell, auto light hopes once again to keep you in...

...a spin! I'm standing here staring at a clock on a dresser in a crummy hotel room. I've been watching the men at hand drag itself up the face of the clock and I'm not going to pull my eyes away from that men at hand until it touches 12.

Because at 12 the slow burn that started in my insides way back three months ago, the slow burn that built till my whole body was on fire is going to be sued. Yeah, in another few seconds it's going to be 12 midnight and I'll be able to breathe again.