An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge

The fence, the old outstanding theater of frills, the master of mystery and adventure, William M. Robeson. Each year, thousands of short stories roll out from the multitude of typewriters and march across the pages of our magazines and books toward well-deserved of legends.

Few are memorable, fewer still are classic. They pass the time and are forgotten even before the paper in which they are written is reduced to blackened ass. But occasionally a story is written that is a true classic, an unforgettable tale.

Listen to such a one now. Listen, as Vincent Christ stars in Ambrose Beers' weird and wonderful story of the Civil War, a current of Al Creek Bridge that begins in just a moment. The following message is from American Telephone and Telegraph.

Come on, Anthony, it's a trip. Don't forget your phones! a way at last. If the great feeling is looking forward to a carefree weekend or vacation, especially if you planned ahead by long distance. Now, let's see. You did phone about the cabin.

Right. What about the junction? I called them too. They're expecting us. Oh, good. Well, I guess that takes care of everything. Yes, a little vacation planning ahead of time by long distance does a lot toward making a holiday carefree and fun. Right now is a good time to call. The long distance rates

are low and remember, whenever, wherever you go this summer, go first by long distance. And now, at Howl Creek Bridge, starring Mr. Vincent Price, a tail well calculated to keep you in A man stood upon a railroad ridge in northern Alabama, looking down through the tide at the swift water twenty feet below.