Headshrinker

Thus, Bense, and the producer of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, a master of mystery and adventure, William N. Robson. Let the AMA and the APA note, we do not wish to imply that all psychiatrists are heavies, or that psychoanalysis is nonsense.

Without psychotherapy, a lot of us would be dead, or worse, so sick that death itself would be a welcome sursis. So listen then, listen to Head Shrater, starring Miss Nina Fosch, and Mr. Helmut Antine, which begins in just a moment.

Go, go, Car! Really go, go, really go! Fifteen minutes behind the wheel. That's all it takes to convince you that the 59 Plymouth's really got it. Got the newest of new design, new sport car handling ease, new fury performance, new get up and go. Just tell your Plymouth dealer you want a sample to go. Then you turn

the key and Plymouth's new Golden Commander V8 leaps into life. Now you just push a button and go on your way to the most fun-filled 15 minutes of your driving life. See your Plymouth dealer.

Take your fun drive in the 59 Plymouth real soon. You really go, don't go. Head shrinkers, starring Miss Nina Fortune to helmet then team. A tail well calculated to keep you in. It's our expense.

The doctor will see you now, Mrs. Alander. Oh, thank you. I'm his last appointment. As usual, Mrs. Alander, I'll be leaving shortly myself. As usual. Thank you. As usual. Well, how are you this afternoon?

Well, I guess. The couch or may I sit down? The couch, I think. Your associations seem to flow more freely on the couch. All right? You're the doctor. I said you're the doctor. I heard you.