Twelve Portraits of Marcia

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, for I walk by night.

I know many strange tales 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. 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 Go farther gasoline. So, look for the Signal Circle sign in yellow and black that identifies friendly dealer-owned signal stations from Canada to Mexico. And now the Whistler Strange story. Twelve portraits

of Marsha. The late afternoon sun slanted through the skylight behind Marsha, making a halo of her hair as she sat legs crossed on the model's platform. Ralph paused the moment, looked past the canvas he was painting. His twelfth portrait of Marsha studied her fresh Go back to the picture again touching up the mouth the delicate nose the luminous eyes

Ralph darling I'm in the pose motion Told you I'm almost finished. Sorry darling At least in it's over you won't snap at me. You're always present after a portrait done Why not? To begin a painting is to set yourself into slavery the only way out is to finish Just a few moments. I'll be free

Yes, Ralph, you'll be free. The picture is nearly complete. One stroke more and loyal loving Marsha, who would never take a penny for hours of tireless posing, will never pose again. Ralph? Yes. Supposing someone offered you a thousand dollars for a picture. Don't talk such That's right.