Ski Master

And now stay tuned for the program that has rated tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history. The Signal Oil Program, the Whistler, signal. The famous Go Father Gasly invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler.

I am the Whistler, before I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women left stepped into the shadows.

I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. And now for the signal oil company, the Whistler's strange story. Ski Master. With the winter carnival approaching Sylvanas skiing lodge in the Rocky Mountains was a beehive of activity.

Revolving about the handsome ski master Carl Gordon. Carl was an American but it spent many years in the Bavarian Alps. Following the close of World War II, he had returned to America and served a ski master at resorts on both coasts and in Canada. And now Carl you watch idly as Gaily dressed sports lovers swarmed through

the large lobby, laughing happy people from all over the world. Suddenly your glance falls on a middle-aged man. He doesn't look like a sports enthusiast, does he, Kyle? You watch him closely as he surveys the lobby with a look of disdain.

And then hurries over to a striking young woman sitting in the corner. You edge closer, Kyle, straining to here. Brant, you hear? Yes, but I flew. I'll hear you. Yes, I left the minute I read about your skiing accident.

And you came all the way across the country because you read that I'd hurt my ankle. Uncle, why are you darling? Isn't it not serious? Why not at all? The doctor in the village fixed it up very well.