Crab Louie Caper

The National Broadcasting Company presents... The Adventures of Sam Spade Detective. No buono! I beg your pardon? Swenateel Campanello! Sam, what are you- Nothing at all, sweetheart. I just happened to have the tourist lists of handy Italian phrases before me.

North Beach never did that too before, Sam. North Beach never did anybody like it just did me, F. But I thought you said, oh Bartolomeo just wanted you to buy for a friendly time. And some garlic bread and red wine, but does that explain the knife-gash on my coat?

You know, Tweed! My old Tweed now, cherub. You see, it was never meant to be swum in. The bay? Yes. Ah, yes! What else? By now, your keen feminine instinct should tell you this is not the social call, Wonder Girl.

As a matter of fact, I plan to drop by presto presto, with words and enthalil something I call view of Fisherman's Wharf from the water. Or the crab Louie caper. Transcribe for NBC, 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 Faith. Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, Vouon! John, old Sam! Well, bouoning up, huh? Let me see now. Oh, um, Carole Zela? What's it mean?

I found my secretary's list of most used Italian phrases, Sam. It means, um, I want a carburetor for my what-jurette. I'll remember that. So shall we proceed with the business at hand? Ready, Sam. They fill it in.

Two by a telomeo méjouré, copied of Lieutenant Rossi in North Beach Division from Samuel Spade, license number 137596. Subject? The crab Louie Kafer. Dear Batalamio! Fisherman's Wharf, as you know, is as changeable as an Italian wench. All smiles and laughter of a Saturday night with the lights blazing in the Chapino palazzas and the tourist 3D