Blank Wall

The signal oil program? The Whistler. That whistle is your signal for the signal oil program? The Whistler. I am the Whistler. And I know many things before I walk by night.

I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Yes. I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, The Whistler, rated by independent research, the most popular West Coast program in radio history.

In gasoline, you know, it takes extra quality to go farther. And Signal is the famous go farther gasoline. So look for the Signal Circle sign in yellow and black that identifies Signal Service Station from Canada to Mexico.

And now the Whistler's strange story. The blank wall. It was five o'clock, and the crowd in the locker room had slipped into the usual routine of easy chatter about wives and food, and the thousand things that happen every day in a bank as busy as the Crane National.

On one side, the men on the cleanup crew were getting into striped overall, with the night's work ahead of them. On the other, the guards and messengers were exchanging official navy blue bank uniforms for street clothes.

To Walter Mason, though, it was a day of day. He didn't say much as he stood in front of the locker at the end of the row, half hoping the crowd would forget it and let him go his way in peace, yet wanting at the same time to stand up on a bench in the center of the room

and shouted at the top of his lungs. As it turned out, however, he didn't have to make a decision. Charlie Bryson, another messenger, made it for it. What's the matter, Charlie? I just happen to think.