A Present for Ricky

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 same tales, hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the chattel.

Yeah, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes, friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, the Fisler, rated by independent research for most popular West Coast programs. 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 stations from Canada to Mexico. And all the Whistler's strange stories of presents for Ricky. The spotlight subtly changed from white to a delicate glue.

And the small nightclub orchestras slid into three-quarter times as the dance team began their walk. The Croydon, Clyde and Marie had held top billing at the club for almost a year, and it was well-deserved.

There, drink good unnoticed on the table. Conversation stopped. Everyone now was watching the criety. Or rather, the weak criety. Slim, graceful, blue velvet moon. Myling as she spun across the floor, poised for a moment, floated effortlessly back to Clyde's waiting on.

The customers love it. See the beautiful thing? Yeah. You know, Larry? What? It's the kind of first time, like about it. I'd be in love with things like that. Yes, there was a first time you look about it.

Even in the way they murmured to each other as they swayed gently together in three-quarter times. The line you're told tonight, Angel. So are you. Why don't you try your own, Miss Jane? I'll take it easy.