Eager Pigeon

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. Signal, the famous Go Father gasoline.

It 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 a 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. Now the Whistler Strange Story, the eager pigeon.

It was neither the best side of town or the best cocktail bar, but Danny Thorpe's pocketbook wasn't in a very choosy mood or condition. Danny's clothes suggested better things, and as on other occasions, he was counting on them to make things pick up.

That was when he first saw her, or rather her reflection and a big mirror across the back of the bar. She was sitting alone, looking thoughtful and beautiful. She also looked out of place in these surroundings.

Danny was curious and never wanted to stand on ceremony. He picked up his drink and went over. Excuse me, is he taken? What? Oh, that seems to be plenty of room at the bar. Oh sure, but why trade reflections when the real thing is only a few feet away?