Beware the Bridegroom

Let every ghost signal remind you that you do go farther with signal gasoline. The signal oil program. The signal oil company and your neighborhood signal dealer bring you another curious story by the Twisler. Tonight, beware the bridegroom.

I am the Whistler, and I know many things for I walk by night. I know many strange tales. Many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadow. Presently I'll tell you of nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

But first, I think you'll be interested in a letter from Captain Joseph E. Boulam who writes, this is to express to signal oil company my gratitude and that of literally thousands of men for the abundance of pli of salvo gamers.

Both on the outbound voyage and on the return trip, when we brought back many wounded and battle-wearing men, you could find salvo games in progress on any part of the ship. And I noticed that whereas cards and chests and other games were often interrupted when I walked by, salvo players were so engrossed they couldn't see anything but their game.

I sincerely hope Signal Oil Company will be able to continue their generous supply of this excellent game. Friends, several weeks ago, we announced on this program that a limited supply of salvo games would be available to the public.

There are still a few of these games left at Signal Station. However, in view of the constantly increasing demand for salvo games from men in the armed forces, the Signal Oil Company feels that from now on, every salvo game should be sent where it's most needed for the recreation of our boys in uniform.