Lovely Look

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 before 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. 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 farther, gasoline. So look for the Signal Circle sign in yellow and black that identifies friendly dealer-owned signal stations from Canada to Mexico.

And now the chrysler strange story. The lovely look. It began quietly, matter of factly. Child Belden would have found it difficult to trace it back to the exact moment when he began to feel as he did toward the girl.

Certainly it wasn't love at first sight. Somehow he could still tell himself that he was beyond that sort of thing. There's a respectable married man and the competent manager of the London importing firm, founded by his wife's father.

He'd accomplished a certain reputation. But he did remember the first time they met. Some of the words they spoke, the way she looked at it. It was a Sunday morning cold, unpleasant. The familiar half fog shrouding the house.

He'd gone outside. He didn't know why, to sniff the damp sea air and speculate on the weather. Or perhaps because there was as much companionship and loneliness as in listening to Helen. After nine years, Helen was so very predictable.