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Show ABOVE THE HULLA9AL00 Your name Is Ftantn Rbrr!1it- You are a reporter for the Camp-town Camp-town Racing Form. This is your story as you lived it and wrote it. You, Etaoin Shrdlu, are dozing at the bookie's. The telephone rings. (Brrr! BuzzzD Little do you realize that you will find a ravelling on your sleeve, thereby picking up the thread of your BIG STORY. It is your friend, the sheriff, staunch man, but a little bewildered bewil-dered by crime. He is calling to place a bet, but he might as well let you in on a scoop. Your blonde secretary, Sunday, switches her bubble gum and cheese cake to take down the info. "Chief," she says, "Quick! Here's your turned-up stetson, dangling cigarette and nonchalance." Sunday Sun-day is your gal Friday. "We just found a stiff out on the Old Ax Road," the sheriff says. "We want to be sure it isn't you, Etaoin Shrdlu, before we bury it." You, Etaoin Shrdlu, recognize your big opportunity chance for free burial on the county. You pick up the thread of your big story the ravelling vowing to follow it until you unravel the mystery. Who is the dead man? Is it you? The trail leads through several bars, but you, Etaoin Shrdlu, will not stagger from your course. Your job is at stake. The trail may become be-come faint at times and vanish entirely in a maze of frustration. But you, Etaoin Shrdlu, are re-, lentless. You are looking for a dead man, not a dead end. At last the other end of the ravelling ravel-ling is reached, in the beard of a man strangely familiar. You begin to fit the pieces together. That morning a mysterious stranger called at your house. .Covertly, he left with a bundle under his arm. In that bundle was your suit. He was from Acme Cleaners. You borrowed your father-in-law's suit to come tor work. In some strange way, the ravelling became entangled in his beard before be-fore you left. As your courses carried car-ried you wider apart, the ravelling became a tenuous strand of identificationthe identi-ficationthe dead man is your father-in-law. The suit is yours for keeps. You, Etaoin Shrdlu, sit down and write the story. It is your biggest story since you told your wife you were sitting up with a sick secretary. |