Ivy Is a Lovely Name for a Girl

And now, another tale well calculated to keep you in. Spent. Not many of us rob banks, or traffic with a supernatural, or commit murder. Yet most of us play our part in one of the most suspenseful dramas man can experience.

The birth of a baby. That's what our story is about. That and the Hollywood freeway, that swift and terrifying facility, built by man not for the convenience of men, but for the convenience of machines.

It's the most heavily-traffled road in the world. It knows death intimately, almost daily. In a moment, Ivy is a lovely name for a girl, by Sam Pierce. Hello, this is Jerry Moore. It was a parable for you.

This isn't going to be one of those shaggy parables of yours, like the celebrated blue new, is it Gary? Would I make you no promises? Well, we'll keep our fingers crossed. Well, there it goes.

Once there was a hummingbird named Martha. Her mate, Sammy, had been worrying about feathering their nest, and he said as much. Martha, he asked an attired chirp, how are we going to go about feathering her nest?

Martha, a wise hummingbird, she hummed. Let's use feathers, Gary. But this isn't such a good idea for people, besides the tickles. The best idea is to feather your nest by systematic saving in improved, higher interest earnings United States savings bonds.

Buy them through the payroll savings plan or the bond-a-month plan, and you'll like what happens to your money. Friends sound advice from the proprietor of the Gary Moore radio show, weekdays on CBS Radio. No need to mention that there were...

Oh no! It wasn't as though this was our first baby. Robbie was eight, going on nine. It was just that Linda was out of practice, and it made her jumpy. We'd planned this thing like Eisenhower planned a Normandy landing.