Danger Is a Beautiful Blond

The Signal Oil Program. Yes, the Signal Oil Program. The Whistler. That whistle is your signal for the Signal Oil Program. The Whistler. I am the Whistler, and I know many things, or I walk by night.

I know many strange tales, hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Hmm, 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 Goldfather, Gasoline. So look for the signal circle sign in yellow and black that identifies independently operated signal stations from Canada to Mexico.

And now the Whistler Strange story. Danger is a beautiful blonde. Like anyone else, Van Barkley gave little thought to the precarious nature of everyday living. Had he had occasion to probe the fact, he might have acknowledged that danger is always present and that it can strike quite suddenly.

Only Van Barkley wasn't thinking about such things. Perhaps he was too restless to care. A young engineer, unmarried, can get restless. Working in a new, strange city, he can get alone some tools. Van Barkley was one or the other, or both of these things on a Saturday night, that he came out of a movie and went for a stroll

along the Santa Monica Palace Aid, in preference to going back to his hotel room. On a corner he stopped to light a cigarette. That's when he first noticed. The car was big and Nash convertible.