Decision

The signal oil program? The Whistler at whistle is your signal for the signal oil program? The Whistler. I am the Whistler and I know many things, but I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadow.

Yeah, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, the Whistler, rated tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history. And Signal gasoline is tops too, tops in quality. It takes extra quality you know 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 stations from Canada to Mexico. And now the Whistler Strange story. Decision. It would have been far more logical had it happened in the springtime. In April perhaps with a row to Dendron's blooming in Golden Gate Park. The kids playing ball

in the green lawns and the maple trees coming to life again. Yes, spring in San Francisco would have helped explain part of it. But the rest would always be beyond logic and common sense. It wasn't springtime, it was November, with Christmas just around the corner. A cold grey day with the steam sizzling and the radiators, as he sat near the window of his

office on the twentieth floor of the Hamilton building, looking at an uninspiring assortment of ex-rays of Mrs. Harrison's chest cavity. Excuse me, Dr. Evans? Oh, yes, Miss Carlton. Mrs. Harrison called again. About the X-rays.