Seeing Eye

The signal oil program the Whistler whistle is your signal For the signal oil program The Whistler I am the Whistler and I know many things for 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. Remember, let every traffic signal remind you. With Signal, new signal gasoline, you do go farther than ever.

Look for Signal's big yellow and black circle sign that identifies those popular signal stations in seven western states from Canada to Mexico. And all the Whistler's strange story, the Seeing Eye. There was only one love in the life of Captain Martin Quiss.

It wasn't money. He'd long since made more than enough to retire comfortably. And it wasn't women or liquor or self-indulgence. Captain Quiss was part of the sea. It had been his home in his life since the day of 1907 when he signed a board of purse out of New Bedford is an apprentice seaman.

But a love as strong as that of Captain Quiz for the sea can be dangerous. It can blind a man to more important things like human decency and justice. It can lead to compromise and ruin.

The closing chapter in the career of Martin Quiz began on a stormy night off the Florida Keys, aboard the Steamer Carson City out of New Orleans bound for Portland, Maine. The night wind pushing up strong from the east had reached Gail's strength when the cabin door burst open.

My little grands, what are we running here as shepher and nursery? Now wait a minute. Well, dress me properly or not at all. Alright, Captain Quiss, sir. That's better. And, Mr. Grands? First mates drunk again, he just ordered me off the bridge.