Impulse

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 Father 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 Strange Story. Impulse! Crowd in the waiting room of the New York airport hardly noticed the small slender man in the trench coat standing to the magazine counter. The few who gave him a passing glance certainly had no way of guessing what was going through his mind at the moment, or his face betrayed no sign of the struggle that raged within

him. Christopher Daniels, professor of English, was striving to reach a decision, a very important decision. At this moment, Christopher Daniels had reached the crossroad he had a choice to make. He could go on living his own though life.

Or a new life, the life of another man, a man whose name was now being called over the puppet's address. Is the name of Baldwin, please report to the reservation desk immediately. Mr. Baldwin please.