Human Catalyst

The signal oil program? The Whistler. Whistler 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 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.

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The human catalyst. In the field of chemistry there are curious substances known as catalysts. Curious in that their mere presence together with other substances causes a violent reaction in which the catalyst themselves don't take part. In a way they simply stand in the sideline, touched by the reaction they called, unaware what they've done when it's all over.

There are catalysts too among human beings. And on the night of February 3rd and the terrace of a resort hotel in Miami Beach, a 17-year-old girl named Arlene Foster was about to become one. She didn't know it, of course, and like catalysts in chemistry, she never would. But there and the terrace, in a simple conversation with her teenage dates,

Arlene was preparing to step into the road. Orville. Yeah. There's... there's something I better tell you. I want to be fair, Orville. Look, Harley. If it's another confession, I'm just not interested. I'm crazy if it's your...