Small Town Girl

And now for the radio program that has rated tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program. The mystery program that is unique among all mystery programs. Because you know who's guilty, you see his every move, you know his complete plan, even his innermost thought.

Yet the final curtain always brings a startling surprise. In the signal oil program, The Whistler. Whistler is your signal for the signal oil program. The Whistler.

I am 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. Yes friends, it's the Whistler for the tops in entertainment. And for the tops in gasoline quality, it's signal. It takes extra quality, you know, to give you extra mileage.

And signal is the famous Go Father gasoline. So look for the signal circle sign in yellow and black that identifies friendly independent signal stations from Canada to Mexico. And now the Whistler Strange Story. Small town girl.

The young man was tall, tanned and impressive. There wasn't a guest at Mrs. Parkford Smith's cocktail party who would deny that his presence had livened the affair considerably. The hostess especially appreciated Mr. Derek Marlow, his gentle flattery in his absurdly amusing story.

Mr. Drew, it couldn't have happened that way. But it did, Smitty! The story was a rage on the continent. Bob Leen was there. You remember? Don't you, Bob. Bob, yes, yes, Derek, I remember. You and Bob must have had some rare old time together during your student days.