Danger Is a Beautiful Blond

And now stay tuned for the program that has rated tops and popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history. The Signal Oil Program, the Whistler. Signal, the famous Go Father gasoline invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by 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.

And now for the signal oil company, the Whistler's strange story. Danger is a beautiful blonde. Like anyone else, Van Barkley gave little thought to the precarious nature of everyday living. Had he had occasion to probe the fact, he might have acknowledged that danger is always present and that it can strike quite suddenly.

Only Van Barkley wasn't thinking about such things. Perhaps he was too restless to care. A young engineer unmarried can get restless. Working in a new, strange city, he can get lonesome tools. Van Barkley was one or the other, or both of these things on a Saturday night, when he came out of a movie and went for a stroll along the Santa Monica Palace age, in preference

to going back to his hotel room. On a corner he stopped a lighter cigarette. That's when he first noticed her. The car was big, he converted. He cruised by him, came back around the block, moving slowly.

The third time around he was standing on the curb, staring openly at the girl behind the wheel. She was very nice. Yacht, blonde, considerably more than a tractor. And she was looking at him just as obviously. Hello. Hello. Have you opened a door before no doubt? In other words, isn't it a beautiful night for a drive? Well, isn't it? Yeah. Yeah,