Friend of Daddy's

After a thrill, the master of mystery and adventure, William M. Robeson. If people were truly moral, there would be no need for moral precepts. We are carefully taught and constantly reminded of how we should act.

And the reason for this must be that man is fundamentally bad. In any case, all too often kindness does not repaid in kind. The golden rule is broken and the hand that feeds gets bitten.

A such ingratitude is our story concerned. A story which should at least serve as a warning to those ladies who stubbornly insist on letting their hair grow as nature intended it to. Listen, listen, man, as frank love joy stars in friend of daddy, which begins in just a minute.

What? What? What? Who is she? Who? Who are you dreaming about? Was I dreaming? You were talking in your sleep and giggling. How about that? What were you giggling about? I can't remember. Joseph, you mentioned a girl's name.

Oh, what name? Spas. Spas. Yes, Spas. Candy Spas. It sounds like a dance or a rut. Except these are something. Oh. Oh, what? Well, I must have said candy spots. Candy spots is a horse.

I've been on them once. You've been on a horse? Yeah, we had a pool. I could have won $3. Well, you should have put the money into savings bonds. They're a much better investment. It was only $0.50.

For $63.10 today, you can buy a $25 bond a month. And one year's worth of bonds will bring $300 when they mature. What's more, they are guaranteed to be winners. The whole United States stands behind them.

So don't waste money betting on horses. Put it in savings bonds. Okay. Can I still dream about horses though? If you do it quietly. Say. What are you doing about a horse? And now. Friend of Daddy.