You Can Die Laughing

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in. Suspense. Name Betty Willoughby. Mrs. Herbert Willoughby. Thirty-five tall blond beautifully groomed, self-controlled, neat, efficient, a perfect lady in every respect. Lady Macbeth was a lady too.

In a moment, act one of You Can Die Laughing, Starring Evelyn Juster and Larry Haynes and written especially for suspense by Robert Arthur. The lively crown, today of green, those who think young, say pep, see, please, they pick the right one, the modern light one.

Now it's pep, see, for those who think young, so go ahead and pick the drink that lets you drink young as you think. Yes, get the right one. The modern life one. Now it's Pepsi for those who think young.

Many people have a totally wrong idea about ladies. They think ladies nearly sit around looking helpless. On the contrary, ladies are trained. They can do anything they have to run a large household or commit murder. And whether she's giving a dinner for 50 or killing her husband, a lady is efficient. So naturally when I decided to kill my husband,

Herbert, I planned every detail in advance very carefully. Oh, I don't want you to think I decided to kill him for no reason. You see, there was Jack. Jack Holden. Dear sweet Jack. But Jack was only the direct cause of my decision. The indirect cause. The thing that for years had made me wish Herbert dead was Herbert's laughing. Herbert was what

Men call a jolly good-natured man, and he loved vulgar practical jokes. He was always laughing, laughing, until I thought I would scream. I tell you, buddy, you was a great show. I was a great show.