The Signalman

plus Spence, and the producer of radios, outstanding theater of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William and Robeson. More often than not, a classic suffers an adaptation from one medium to another. The play you are about to hear is an exception.

The late great writer, Director Irving Reese, has given a dimension to the story that the late great Charles Dickens never imagined when he wrote it almost a hundred years ago. We suggest that you might find it interesting to read the Dickens story after listening to this, the re-stramatization of the Signal Man, starring Miss Alan Drew.

It had smashed by like a wounded monster, screaming in pain, and disappeared into the dark tunnel.

In those brief seconds I had relived the emotions of my childhood. I still tremble with the child's terror and fascination that it surged through me the many Many times I stood here twenty years before.

Nothing had changed. The steep, dripping wet walls of jagged stone that led down to the tracks. The gloomy mouth of the tunnel. The small signalman shack huddled against the side of the cutting. Even the job was held by the same man they told me in the village.

He stood there in the globe an angry sunset, curling a signal flag around a short pool. I called to him. Hello! Instead of looking up at me, he turned intensely to stare toward a red signal light that glowed at the mouth of the tongue.

Hello! Below there! I would like to speak to you. May I come down? He finally looked at me and silently pointed his flag to the path in the embankment. I climbed down quickly and walked toward him with a casual smile.