The Thirty Second of December

Puss Bents, and the producer of radios outstanding theater of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William N. Robeson. Camping with time has been an ambition of man, since he first realized how inexorably he is time-slave.

At this time of the year, although we have even less time in our hands, time is much in our minds. We make a magic ritual of New Year's Eve when we suppose we can flush away all our past impurities and begin a fresh at that magic hour of midnight on the 31st of December. But suppose we couldn't. Suppose the 31st of December were not the end.

Listen, listen then as Mr. Frank Lovejoy stars in the 32nd of December. And now, the 32nd of December, starring Mr. Frank Lovejoy, a tail well calculated to keep you in. Suspense. As far as I was concerned, when I got up the morning of December 31, it could stay 1958 forever.

The only trouble is time doesn't work that way. Time is a downhill ride and a car with no brakes. You can't stop it even if your life depends on it. and mine did. Joe, your breakfast is getting cold.

I'm coming, I'm coming. All I have time for is a cup of coffee anyway. What is this? Milk? Don't we ever have anything but milk to put in the coffee? You know we can't afford cream these days. We can hardly afford to eat.

Molly, you'll be wearing mink yet, just give me a little more time. Yeah, you've been saying that ever since you got married. Well, sooner or later, Molly, I'm going to make it. By the way, honey, let me have you a ring.