Letters from Aaron Burr

And now stay tuned for the program that is 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. And key...

...and... ...signal... ...signal... Signal, the famous Go-Father gasoline 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 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 the Whistler's strange story, letters from Aaron Burr.

Beating down on the prison yard, the afternoon sun seemed to fade the grain as somehow, dwarf the height of the high walls. The prisoners milling slowly about or standing in little groups were talking quietly, smoking during their brief recess from the chores of the juke mill, the machine and print shot. Yes, it was a let up in the middle of the afternoon,

and easing of pressure on both the men in confinement and the guards who watched them. And in a far corner of the yard, there was one man who actually felt happy, pleased with himself as he talked with an older companion.

You know, Pop, it's still kind of hard to believe. I guess I won't believe until I actually walk out of those gates. In the U.S. and wish I hadn't pulled that last forgery, figure that put me on my feet.