Black Book

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, 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, rated by independent research the most popular West Coast program in radio history. In gasoline, you know, it takes extra quality to give you extra mileage, and signal is the famous go-father gasoline. So look for the signal circle sign in

yellow and black that identifies friendly dealer-owned signal service stations from Canada to Mexico. And now the Whistler Strange Story, a black book. Paul had looked forward to the opening night in Philadelphia for a month, and if anything, it had exceeded his brightest hope.

In a way it was a reward for the four long years of struggle since he'd come to Cecil Wenham's Ballet Arts Company as an unknown dancer from London. Yes, Philadelphia was a wonderful opening with five curtain calls for him alone after specter of the road.

He knew he had America in the palm of his hand now that the morning papers would hail him as a star, that he was no longer a promising newcomer but a great dancer. So it was ironic on that night in Philadelphia where the applause still ringing in his ears That Cecil Wenham should come into Paul's room and shatter his dream into a thousand bits.

Paul, hello, Cecil. Paul, I've done it. I've signed her up. You'd better tell me tomorrow I'm dining with some friends. A three-year contract exclusive with options on two more. Look, Cecil, I want you to meet up, Paul.