Escape to Skull Island

And now stay tuned for the Mystery Program that is unique among all Mystery Programs. Because even when you know who's guilty, you always receive a startling surprise at the final curtain. In the Signal Oil Program, the Whistler.

A key signal to you. Signal the famous Go-Father gasoline invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler. For extra driving pleasure, the signal to look for is the yellow and black circle sign that identifies signal service stations from Canada to Mexico.

And for Sunday evening listening pleasure, the signal to listen for is this whistle that identifies the signal oil program, the Whistler. And the Whistler. And I know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. And now for the signal oil company, the Whistler Strange Story, escapes to Skull Island. As the pistol shot shattered the stillness of the night along the waterfront, the figure of a man appeared suddenly running swiftly across the railroad yard.

Hatless, the man sprinted along the tracks, then crossed over into the deserted cobblestone street, headed for the old pier at the end of the block. Soon the area became alive with voices. The whale of police sirens were screeching of breaks.

As the shouts came closer, the man running and stumbling reached the dot. Ran at top speed at the end of the war. Then he stopped, looked around frantically. Quickly he stepped on a rickety wooden ladder and started down.

Then he swung himself under the old war from Clung to a cross-beam with bleeding hands. I'm coming somewhere. Fred, Jeff, take the other side of the chair. Hey, I can't. Let's go, Phil. Hey, you'll have it.