Stormy Weather

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 shadows.

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 independently operated signal stations from Canada to Mexico.

And now the Whistler's strange story. Stormy weather. As Kitty Gabbron stood at the window of her husband's office, 19 floors above the street. She could have seen the black edge of cloud on the horizon.

But Kitty wasn't looking for a storm. No, for at this moment she was as happy as she could ever be. Forgotten where the one night stands, the dirty dressing room, The cheap hotels and long hours of rehearsal.

All that remained of those seven years, she'd spent as an actress, with a grace, the poise, that she'd learned so well. The ways of talking, looking, and walking, that had first attracted Dr. Rims Gabra.

Yes, something good had come out of those bitter years, a home, security, and love. But at this moment Kitty had no way of knowing that, at all this, Everything she'd worked for would soon be present.