Dog Bed Caper

The National Broadcasting Company presents the adventures of Sam Spade Detective. I'm a spade detective agency. Me, sweetheart. Sam! Would you mind telling me where you are? Not at all, Effie. Not at all. Let's see.

I'm at the ill-rigged, deny-rabby, tile-seagrard. I don't understand that, Sam, but I think I caught the word grodd. Oh, you're shrewd, Effie. You see, I'm on the inside and the lettering is printed on the outside.

Now if you'll wait, I'll go outside and read it the right way and then come inside and tell- Never mind, I've already guessed. You're a Georgia's elite bar and grill. Friends. Sam, after me, you promised me you wouldn't.

I am me, I promised me. You did, Sam, you promised faithfully to stay away from bars. You know how hard television is on your eyes? Have you got your glasses? One in each hand. Fill them up, George.

Oh, Sam, I heard that. What will people think? They'll never know, F.A., I always drink here under another name. Oh! Just a little of the hair of the dog that bit me, F.A., but don't worry about me.

Although it's true I have been dogging it, and have been hounded from tree to tree, I am frisky as ever, and will be in to unleash my canine chronicle, namely the dog bedcaper, or he who lies down with dogs gets up with murder, Are? Condensed or easy reading?

Ugh! In D.C., Williamsphere, radio's outstanding producer, director of mystery and crime drama brings you the greatest private detective of them all, in the adventures of Sam's Space. Ef-a-e? Yeah? Here I am, Sam. Ef-a, did you ever write poetry in school?