Dear Roger

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. Yeah, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, the Whistler, rated by independent research the most popular West Coast program.

In gasoline, you know, it takes extra quality to go farther. And Signal is the famous Go-Father gasoline. So look for the Signal Circle sign in yellow and black that identifies Signal Service stations from Canada to Mexico.

And now the Whistler's strange story. Dear Roger, it was a strange meal they ate together that evening full of long awkward silences both of them making useless attempts at light conversation trying to fill in the gaps.

Anne Martin looked across at her husband. She tried to smile to make this dinner like all the others. She knew that the dread in the back of her mind had made the atmosphere tense, that Phil had sensed it somehow.

The twenty minutes of seven he put down his fork. Alright, it's snow you, darling. I guess I'm just not hungry tonight. How about some coffee? No. Uh, Phil? Yes? Something bothering you, darling. What makes you ask that?

Well, I don't know, dear. You seem a little strange tonight and... I just thought that... What did you think? Well, I, uh... I thought you might be worried or something. I wonder what it is.

What, Phil? I wonder what it is that gives a woman the power to pull something out of the air like that. I thought I could put it past you. I guess I should have known better.