Danger Is a Beautiful Blond

Signal gasoline! Let every traffic signal remind you you do go farther with signal. Yes, you do go farther with signal. A signal oil company and your neighborhood signal dealer bring you another curious story by the Quistler.

Tonight, danger is a beautiful blonde. I am a 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. Danger is our next door neighbor through all the days of our lives. And sometimes we meet it in the most casual way. Take, for instance, Van Stevens, young, unmarried, and engineer with a construction company, Company, temporarily employed on a defense job in a small coast city and bored in his

strange surroundings. It started casually that Saturday night after he came out of the movie. It was early, a beautiful night, and he had no desire to go back to the drab hotel room just yet. But there was no place else to go, so he just strolled down the main street of town, slowly leisurely, pausing on a corner to light a cigarette and pop it slowly.

He noticed the car, because it was one of those big slick-looking convertibles, the kind he wanted when the war ended. The second time it went by slowly, he saw her. She was very nice. Young, blonde, lovely.

He waited. around the block she came and this time she pulled up to the curb near him and stopped. Hello! Open the door before and under. In other words isn't it a beautiful night for a drive?