Whirlpool

Yes, friends, that whistle is your signal for the signal oil program, the Whistler. 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.

Yet the final curtain always brings a startling surprise. In the signal oil program, the Whistler... I'm 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 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 farther 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. Whirlpool.

He wasn't sure when it began. It was too much like walking in the middle of a nightmare. And then remaining in it, living in it. The shipwreck, the confusion, was all there again coming back to him.

But slowly, hazily. And there was a strange buzzing in his ears, pressure in the sound of the sea. A whirlpool of confusion. And then gradually out of the whirlpool, voices dimly faintly at first. But voices growing, coming closer and closer.

Is he coming around? He'll be alright, Captain. It's the shock. He's exhausted. But through it all, one thing seemed clear in focus. Those few swift minutes before the ship peeled over on its side, before he leaked for the light boat, and missed.