Two for the Money

Let every go 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 Whistler. Tonight, school for the money.

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

As New Year's Day 1945, brought to a close, the Signal Oil Company joins 1800 Signal Gasoline dealers in hoping that the coming year will be a good one for you, and for your card too.

During 1944, you know, 150,000 cars wore out each month, one out of every 12 on the road. So yours has been a pretty lucky car so far. But it'll take more than luck alone to make today's cars last out the duration.

It'll take sparrow, conscientious servicing of every part. And no one gives more conscientious service than your neighborhood signal gasoline dealers. Being in business for himself, he naturally has more incentive to do a better job.

The kind of job that will keep you is satisfied customers. Later in the program, I want to tell you about several outstanding signal services. For each one is designed to do for your car the thing you want most today, to help it go farther.

But now, the Whistler. It's strange, isn't it, how a man can live his life through several decades, simply, quietly, in peaceful obscurity, and suddenly through one small incident, find his world turned into chaos. For instance, there was Tom Barlow, who lived with his wife, Ellen, in a small sea-coast village of Marblehead, and whose whole life had been spent