The Yellow Wall-paper

Suss Prince and the producer of radio is outstanding, the editor of Thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William M. Robeson. It has been more than 60 years since the New England lady named Charlotte Perkins Gilman wrote a story called The Yellow Wallpaper.

Since then, this tale of almost unbearable horror has firmly established itself as one of American literature's greatest tales of terror, ranked by the aficionados of the a cob along with the telltale heart and the pit and the pendulum for the garallen poe. When you combine such a great story with a great talent of the first lady of

suspense, the sagueness more hit, you may be sure of an uneasy and unsettling half hour. Turn down the lights then and listen. Turn down the lights so you can't see the pattern of your wallpaper as Agnes Morehead stars in the yellow wallpaper paper, which begins in exactly one minute.

Can't smoke, can't smoke, can't with the micromised filter. Got the precious, cleanest taste, can't it is for my, can't figure Let's smoke, can't with the micromised filter. We'll put this agnes moorhead in the yellow wallpaper, a tail well calculated to keep you in.

I've never seen a worse wallpaper in my life. All those strangled heads and bulbous eyes and fungus growth seem to shriek with derision. We came to this house. The minute I saw it, I made up my mind's secret, they just start writing again in spite of them.

But I don't dare let John know I'm keeping this journal. It's difficult being married to a doctor. John's an excellent doctor I'm sure but he's so inconsistent about me. He says I'm not really sick that I'm only a little rundown from caring for the baby but I have a temporary nervous depression and so he forbids me to write a word. But