Destiny

Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler? Have as much freedom as a squirrel in a cage. Martha is a cold mercenary devil.

But I'll have freedom beginning tonight. I'll kill her. Friday night, and again CBS presents the Whistler. In the Whistler, no many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales, many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women, who have stepped into the shadows.

And so I tell you tonight, the amazing story of destiny. Long table in a New York office sits a little man. He is slightly bald and thin and 45. A mild man at reticental fellow named Milton Strong.

But Milton is anything but strong. For the past 25 years he has worked in the office and now as a bookkeeper, is earning the stupendous salary of $35 a week. Milton can't understand why no one appreciates his ability.

Milton has grown a bit sour, but he's never had the nerve to ask for a raise. Today, however, is going to be different. His wife has started him out with a lecture, and Milton is going to face the boss in a manner both clear and strong.

Miss Pickoon would write, I'd like to have a word with you. A word? Mr. Wolfwright, it has long been my decision to approach you on this subject, but for various reasons, a sense of reticence has bad me be silent.

How long did it take you to memorize that Milton? I am forty-five years old. I've worked hard and long and faithfully for this company. That's right Milton, I'm aware of that. You haven't missed a day and all that time.