Poor Henry

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. Yes, I keep an A.

Signal, signal, signal. 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. I am the Whistler, and I know many things, or I walk by night. I know many strange tale. Hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadow. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. And now the Whistler's strange story.

Poor Henry. It's an even mile from Miss Whitehead's house, rooting somberly on the cliffs above the English Channel to the village. Ellen Lovelock had walked it often, but on this misty water-lock morning she lagged a few paces behind her employer who marched determinedly down the sodden path in her shapeless British tweed, her chin jutting out aggressively beneath her beak-like

nose. Ellen was worried. The affair of last night had infuriated Miss Whitehead, and she was determined to see it through to the finish. An attitude she made amply clear to the village constable two minutes after she and Ellen arrived at his office.

The point is simply discomforted in late as I told her this morning over the phone. Last night at approximately twelve o'clock a prowl of broke into my home. Yes, yes I see. I heard him moving about in the sunroom.