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Sound off for Chesterfield. Chesterfield, first cigarette in America to give you premium quality in both regular and king size, brings you dragnet. Ladies and gentlemen, the story you were about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The detective sergeant, you're assigned to homicide detail. A nightclub manager has been robbed and killed. The killers made good their escape. Their identity is unknown. Your job, get them. The document, a drama of an actual crime. For the next 30 minutes in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, you will

travel step by step on the side of the law through an actual case transcribed from official police files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, dragnet is the story of your police force in action. It was Wednesday, April 7th. It was warm in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out a homicide detail. My partner's frank Smith, the boss of Stad Brown, chief of detectives, my name is Friday. I was on the way back from R&I and it was 146 p.m. when I got the interrogation. Find anything? I'm not checking it now. Mr. Seaton. Are you at the start? What if you'd mind going over all that happened just once more? You might have forgotten something. Some little thing that might help us here. All right. Now where do you want me to start? Where I came in this morning? Yeah, that'll be fine. Well, I came into work about 830. Is that the time you usually get there? I guess, sir. Depends what time I catch my bus. Usually it's about to end. It's Mr. Calby there then. He usually gets it around 8 or so. It comes in, looks a place over. You know, checks the register, liqueurs are buying the bar, stuff like that. And then he goes to his office to count the money for the 94. I get the deposit slippery for the bank.

That's what he was doing this morning when they came in. You say him come in? Yeah, I was in the kitchen when those two men came in. First, I thought they were salesmen. Both of them are dressed kind of nice. A lot of salesmen come in to see Calby that time in the morning. I didn't figure anything was wrong. Is there anything to hear? He's, man. Well, no. Not at first. I stood there looking the place over. I went on peeling my potatoes. And then I heard one of them say that he guessed they might as well get it over with. And that's when they pulled the guns and told me it was a stick up. Well, first, I didn't know quite what to do. I asked if they was kidding, not to pull jokes like that. I told him if it was a joke, it wasn't very funny. And then the big one came over and told me to keep him out. I told him he wasn't any joke. And if I made a sound, they just soon blow my head off his look at me. Well, you just know I wasn't about to cause any trouble. Did Mr. Calby know they were in the place? No, not then. You see, he keeps the door to his office close when he's counting the money. And I thought about yelling to him. But when I looked those two guys, I thought about what they'd said about killing me. I decided not to. What do these men do then? Well, the tall one walked over the door. Mr. Calby's office knocked on the door. Mr. Calby said, for him to come in.

And they opened the door and walked in. He saw the guns, asked him what they wanted. And told him they'd better get out of there with those guns. Not to cause any trouble. Little one laughed at him and said they wanted the money and the Calby was the one who shouldn't cause any trouble. Well, the little one started to pick up the money and stuff in this pocket. And Mr. Calby told them they'd better leave it alone. And he had friends who'd take care of it. And the two of them said something I couldn't hear. The little one told Calby that his friends wouldn't do many good. And that's when they shot him. Which one actually shot him? Oh, the little one. He's the one who said that thing about the friends. Did you try to do anything to help Calby while all this was going on? Well, what could I do? I told you what those guys said. Calby wanted to be a hero, said the money fine. I wasn't his money, belonged to the owners. Look, I tell you, the size of money isn't worth that much. And they'll get into that box and they don't throw a bankbook in. Those guys told me to stay put. I stayed put. What did these two fellas do after they shot Calby? Well, the big one was real surprised. Like, he didn't know the little one was going to do it. Y'all doubtting me was a fool. Said he was a stupid fool. Most were his exact words.

And little guy finished getting all the money and then they ran out. Well, I'll tell you, I was scared to death. They were going to kill me too. It looked like it for a minute, too. How do you mean? Well, when they ran through the kitchen of the back door, little one stopped and asked what they were going to do about me. I thought sure my number was up. That big one said not to make it any worse to leave me alone than they ran out of the place. Boy, that's what I call a costum. Those other guys, you know, out there in the car. Then you came. The rest, you know. I know you're sure that you've never seen any of the well-ease men before. Well, sir, I'm pretty sure I have. I wonder if you can give us some kind of a description on these two men. Yeah, I think it was about six feet, too. Maybe three. Weighted about 180, 200. Dark. Black curly hair. Anything special about him the way he talked and he scars anything like that? No, nothing. How was he dressed, can you remember? Yeah, he had on a gray suit. The Glenn clad had kind of red in it, you know. The suit looked expensive. He had black shoes. Maroon tie. How about the smaller one? What do you look like? Oh, he was a little one. Five, six or seven.

135 pounds. He was dark, too. Black hair. Cut real short. How about his clothes? I had on a blue suit. It looked like a Gavardine. Single-breasted light blue. I had on a yellow shirt and dark blue tie. Was you know if there were any marks or scars on him? Oh, yeah. He had a little tiny scar right here. Any edge of his mouth? I made him look like he was smiling all the time. Well, he's a very good description, Mr. Seed. They're going to help us a lot here. Well, like I said, I wasn't about to be a hero and try to stop these, too. But I knew that you'd want to know what they looked like so I tried to get all the dope I could. And we understand. And during the hold-up, that either of these men use any names. What I'm calling the other by a name, anything like that. Let me think about that. Yeah. Yeah, there was something while they were in the office while Lil' Guy was picking up the money. The big one said, hurry up, Doose. Yeah, he called him Doose. That was a smaller one. Uh-huh. That's right, Doose. Joe. I'll ask the staff's office to make a run on the description to them old for us. Check the oddity and the monocle file on the R&I office and see if they can come up with a Doose or anything on the scar.

It'll be fine, fine, fine, fine. Hey, uh... You got cigarettes, Sergeant? Yeah. There you go. Thanks. Yeah, how about a match? Sure. Yeah. Thanks. Yeah, it's a terrible thing. You don't tell me being shot or probably lose my job. How's that? I'm probably losing my job. The owner's the figure sure I should have tried to stop those guys. Well, what's with the brakes? You said that when these men came in, the daughter of the manager's office was closed, is that right? Oh, yes, sir. Mr. Kelby always kept it closed when he counted the money just like I said. Uh-huh. Well, when it looks like the men knew that Kelby would be checking the money at that time, doesn't it? That they knew the layout of the place when they came in. Yeah, you know, I never thought of that. Like, I guess that's what must have happened. They sure seem to know what was going on. Then everybody else that was usually around at that time, would you know, anybody that might have known that the manager worked the accounts at that particular time? No, there's nobody else around. But I don't think that Mr. Kelby kept it a secret about the money. Was Kelby conscious of all after he was shot to the amendment?

Not more than a minute. I ran over to him right after the man left. I wanted to see if I could help, you know. And he was shot pretty bad. They'd hit him in the stomach. He was all doubled up. Terrible. He looked up at me and said, I know. I just voice kind of trailed off. That's all. Just, I know. That's the office that's making the run, Joe. Got the local and the APB on the suspects. Nothing that matches the name, doof, and nothing on the scar. Anything from the crime lab, yeah? No. Checked by the office. While I was there, Murphy call from Georgia Street. Anything? Yeah, not good. What? Kelby died and never again consciousness. With the death of the victim, any information he might have given us about his killers was gone. The one witness to the murder that would show him the mug books that was unable to identify the suspects. Science, Kelly and Sianis and Danny Galindo canvassed the neighborhood and came up with a driver of a bakery truck. The thought he'd seen the colors leave the club. He told them that two men answering the description given us and walked out of the club and got into a late model mercury sedan. He'd not been able to get the license number of the car, however.

It was brought into the office and she owned the mug book, but he was unable to point out the killer's voice. And checking the neighborhood and Sianis and Galindo would come up with a waitress who would seem two men answering the description of the killer's murdering around the area. He also described the mercury sedan, but said that she hadn't paid much attention to it. Because of the smoothness with which the hold-up men had operated, indications led us to believe that they'd been tipped off by somebody working for the club. Proceeding with this theory, we check with a club owner, Mr. John Watson. We found him in the kitchen of his home. Hope you don't mind if I finish up here, Albert. No, not at all, Mr. Watson. You guys seem a little silly to you for a man to be in the kitchen. Kind of a hobby of vine cooking. Yes, sir. Make it a cheesecake. Just some friends coming over tonight. Figured the cheesecake might taste good later in the evening. Yes, sir, you go right ahead. We just have a few questions we'd like to ask you. But the robbery? Terrible thing. I don't understand why Calvary just isn't giving the money. Not giving me any reason to shoot. There are many ideas who might have known the thing. Money would be in the office at the time. You know, almost everyone who worked in the place, not making mention of the salesman that came in. Do you have any of that rolling pin over there? Yeah.

Here you are. Thanks. Trust to a cheesecake is important. That's one of the reasons I make him myself. Can't stand a soggy trust. Are there any of your employees that you think might do a thing like this? That would be hard to say. I didn't get around to club much. Once in a while I dropped by at Chat with Toby. He did the hiring and firing. Long as the place made money, I didn't interfere. Well, away it looks. It could be very likely that one of the employees did it the men who pulled the job, even though just what they were doing. That's right. Yes, sir. I wonder if we could look through your employment records. Sure, of course. And I think I can do the help out in this thing. Would you hand me that pan over there? This one? Yeah. Thanks. Get this crushed and written to cheesecake is about ready. Sure you can look at the record. Don't see what that's going to show, but you're welcome to them. What kind of a card you'd drive, Mr. Watson? New Lincoln. Just got it a couple of weeks ago. Any of your employees drive a late model mercury that you might know? No. Like I said, I don't really have a lot to do with the actual operation of the club.

The club, if you care of that, good manager. Get a fine job. Can you tell us how much money they took, sir? No. Near as we can tell, it came to a little over $1,100. Some of that was in checks. You know, the case for our customers. Well, I've finished that. Get this together. Now, get the oven. Looks good, doesn't it? That's right. You should taste it. Set it for 350 for 25 minutes, and that does it. Now, then. Can I get you all, which is anything? Couple coffee, something like that? No, sir. If you just arranged for us to check your employment records, it's certain. I'll call the club right away. We appreciate that. My brother-in-law is down there looking after things now. He's an idiot. Never could get a job on his own. I only hired him because my wife had just done it. And he probably botched up the whole thing. Usually it does. All of you'd call him, sir. How's Kelb's condition? Gonna be laid up long?

I'm supposed to kill his dead, sir, without your name. No, I hadn't heard. Oh, I can hardly believe it. Such a ruthless thing, just terrible. Kelb, he was such a good man. Everybody that worked for him liked him. Didn't have an enemy in the world. He had to. We went back five years into the employment records of the club. There were over 200 names. Each of them had to be checked out. Frank and I spent two months running them down. In all instances, the people interviewed had alipais or else they could explain their action at the time of the robbery and killing. In each instance, if the person owned an automobile, it was checked. A broad cast and an APB had been gotten out on the late model mercury scene that the club had been no answer. No replies had come in on the descriptions of the two suspects. June 17th, we were checking out the last three names on the list. One of the three, David Adams, listed a rooming house on less 34th street as his home address. We checked with a landlord, he had Mrs. Elvia Collins. Adam, sure, he lives here. Second floor front. What if we get talked to him then?

Sure, got no reason to say you can. Come in. Thank you, man. You're living right now, went out about an hour ago, said he had to lead on a job, not sure what he gets, and he's a couple of months behind in his rent. Sit down. I'll just take any chair. Thank you, Mrs. Collins. You officers like anything? Mentor on the table there, help yourself. No, thank you. Adams, give you any idea when he might be back. No, he didn't say right out. I expect you'll be here by six. How's that, man? That's when we saved him, Mr. Adams hasn't missed more than four meals since he's been living here. What does Adams look like? Oh, little man. So, I'd like my first husband, little dried up man. How old would you say he is? Well, I know exactly, but just birthday cake last Wednesday. 46 candles and one for luck. How tall would you say, man? Five sticks or so. How about his weight? Maybe 120, and that'd have to be so-called wet as real little man. Is he dark or light? His hair is dark or light. Oh, light. A real silky hair. What little there is left of it.

Funny the way he cones it. Never could figure it out by a man that cones his hair that way. What's that, man? Well, you see he's only got a little bit of hair on one side. He lets it grow real long, and then he comes at all the way over the top of his head. So, it'll look like he's got a lot of hair. It really doesn't though, silly. He's pretty vain about other things too. Does he have any friends in the building with Collins? Well, there's his two cousins. They move though. How long go they move? I don't see. Must've been about two, three months ago. Yes, that much anyway. But what did these two cousins look like when his Collins came to straddle? No, you just bet I can. I had a lot of trouble with them too. Always drinking. The first one. He was a big one. Six feet in a way. He had dark hair. Weight, maybe, 200 pounds. What's Collins, how about his complexion? Dark. Anything outstanding about him? Well, no, what do you mean outstanding? Well, I mean, anything about him that struck you as being different. Maybe anything that attracted your attention, something? No. What about the number two man, old-wz? Well, he was a little younger. Thirty-five, oh, maybe thirty-seven, round there.

How tall would you say, wasn't his Collins? Well, he was a little man. Five, four, six, or seven. How much do you figure he weighed, would you know? Twenty-three pounds or so. How about his complexion? Dark. Just like the other one. Anything outstanding about him? Scars? At twos, maybe, anything like that? Yes, yes, he had a scar. Right on the corner of his mouth. And he looked like a smirk in all the time. Oh, the real dirty look. What are these men's names, Miss Collins? Well, I was now the big one that's called Ow Evans. Uh-huh. The little one's name was Bill Evans. They was brothers. Did they have a car? Oh, yes, yes, late one. It was real pretty. You know what make it was? No. No, I'm sorry, but I can't tell one kind from another. She was a nice-looking one, though. A lot of chrome all over it. Do you have any idea where they might be now, where they move to? No, I haven't. Oh, Mr. Adams can probably tell you, though. I see. Oh, that might be him now, I'll see. I will go with him, ma'am, all right. Are you expecting any trouble? What's this all about anyway? Mr. Adams done something wrong. Oh, I do hope not. He's a little man, but he's awfully nice.

We just like the talk, don't we? Oh, I sure hope they won't be any trouble. Oh, Mr. Adams! Yes, Miss Collins? Are they his gentlemen that like to talk to you? Oh. Is something I can do for him? Are you David Adams? Yes, I'm that's right. Or police officer, Mr. Adams, my name's Friday. It's my partner, Frank Smith. How do you do it? What is it you want to do? Well, it might be better if we talk in your room. All right, but I still don't see what it is you want. Did you get the gel? I know, Mrs. Collins, but I've got another lead. Don't worry, I'll be able to take care of that matter by the first next week. Oh, it's all right, Miss Dan. And was I able to understand? This is it. It's not much. Sit down anywhere. Thank you. You want to tell me what this is all about now? What it is that you want with me? Well, we'd like to talk to you about the robbery of the Pink Rat Cafe last April. Manager was killed. Pink Rat? Yes, I worked there a couple years ago, but I don't think I've been in the place since then. I lost the job. Cal be fired me for dropping a load of dishes.

Do you have an argument at the time? Well, a little one, yeah. I was so argueous too. Wanted me pay for the dishes I didn't kill. It was my fault I told him so. He had a few words. Nothing serious, so why? Mr. Cal be was killed and held up at the bar. Yes, I know. That's too bad. But you surely don't think I had anything to do with that, do you? Well, that's what we're trying to find out. And what do you think I'd have anything to do with it? I haven't had the place for a couple years. Well, the way the thing was pulled, a whole M.O. makes it look like it's an inside job. Somebody had to give the layout, tell him that Cal be would be in his office with the money at that time and all points to somebody that either works there now or who did work there. Yes, but why me? Well, your name was on the list of that to be checked out. Adams, you got any relatives in town? Not now. I had a couple of cousins. They were out here for a while. What are their names? Alan Bell happens. Find if we look around your own. No, I get none of your, hey, go ahead and look around. You won't find anything. Hey. What is about my cousins? Your figure they had something to do with the thing? Well, we think they might have. They're descriptions match the ones we got from the witnesses. You've been talking to Mrs. Collins. She's the one who told you about Alan Bell, isn't she? Well, who told us it's important that it's... You don't have to admit it, I know.

Busy body always ganging a nose in somebody else's business. Oh, I'm happy. Job. Yeah. Look at Harry. What's this gun for, Adams? You never know when somebody's going to try to break into the house. It's protection, that's all. You never had it out of the house, huh? Not since I bought it. It's the 32, though. What are you interested for? Calbee was killed with the 38. Well, he was, wasn't he? Seems to me I heard it on the radio or read it in one of the papers. No, you didn't. Caliber the gun and killed him wasn't released. How'd you know? I want you to read it in the paper, like I said. No, this won't work, Mr. Annie. Be me. We better talk to you downtown, huh? You gonna arrest me? Just like talk to you downtown. Let's go. I'm sure of it. You got nothing to hide? Well, you still got to come up with an explanation for knowing about that gun. Description of the gun matches your cousins. You know about the gun. You got a lot to explain. I don't want to go to jail. Too bad, Adams. You should have thought about that before you got involved in this. Well, if I tell you if I help you get the guys that did it, will you give me a break? Or we can't make any deals. I don't want to go to jail. You can't do anything for me, huh? All we can do is see that the district attorney's office knows that you've helped. But you will tell him, huh? If I give you a hand, he'll know about it.

Okay. I got claustrophobia putting me in a cell and driving nuts. I tell you who did the job. More than that? Yeah. I can show you the gun they used. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. Listen to what the nation's press has had to say about Chesterfields. Atlantic City evening union. The sailors and retailers report an extraordinary demand for Chesterfields in both sizes, with sellouts in many instances. Cleveland Press. Dealer's everywhere report the big-packed sales phenomenal. Last week in Cleveland, some areas reported the long-sized Chesterfield outsold all other brands. And from all over the country, we're getting reports from dealers telling us no product they ever handled, as grown so fast in so short a time as King's size Chesterfields. Yes, with a buying public today, high quality for the money is a must.

And that's why so many smokers are changing to Chesterfields. First, cigarette in America to give you premium quality in both regular and King's size. King's size Chesterfield is exactly the same as regular Chesterfields, except it's larger. Contains so much more of the same tobacco. It gives you a 21% longer smoke, yet costs very little more. And the tobacco in King's size Chesterfield is a better quality and higher price than the tobacco in any other King's size cigarette. Try Chesterfields. Either way you like them. Regular or King's size, they're much milder. Chesterfield gives you the best possible smoke. We took David Adams back to the office and checked the gun with pawn shop records and was clean. We printed him and checked him through our eye. We took him over to West Lake Park and he showed us the approximate place in the lake where the gun had been thrown.

He explained that his two cousins had talked him into helping them with robbery at the club. He also said that as soon as he found out that they had been shooting, he'd washed his hands of the entire fair and told them that he'd have nothing more to do with it. The loot from the robbery had been divided between the two cousins. Adams taking no part of it. It took us two hours of searching before we were able to find the gun. It was turned over to Russ Camp and Ballistics. He fired test shots from the gun and comparison with the death bullets showed that it was the murder weapon. Markings on the shell casing found at the scene of the crime were the same as those left on the test casing. Adams told us that Bill Evans owned a late model Mercury sedan and that the two brothers had left for St. Louis in the car. He also was able to give us the license number. We checked with DMV and they told us that the legal owner was a finance company on Crenshaw. The manager there told us that their payments were up to date. They were able to give us a St. Louis address used as a reference by Bill Evans. We called the St. Louis Police Department, gave them a run down and asked them to pick up the Evans brothers for us. The witness to the killing was unable to identify David Adams as one of the hold-up men.

He was taken to the main jail and booked on suspicion of 287 PC. Frank and I waited for word from the St. Louis Police Department. They were all the same, I said, Joe. What do you mean? I put a napkin in a tight spot and they'll spill all I know to say their skins. Seems that way, doesn't it? Adams seems the police in the city, though. Seems like he does really want to help. I will know more when you're from St. Louis. You figure that Adams is telling the truth? The story seems to check out about how he laid the thing out for him, showing us where the gun was. Been that far back in his room, right? I did make that part about him not taking any money. I'll get it. I'll take it. Hello? Yeah. We've been waiting to hear from him. Do you pick up the Evans brothers? Uh-huh. Yeah, wait a minute. Talk to me up, how are you, Frank? Yeah, here. Thank you. Yeah, all right, go ahead. Uh-huh. What was that again? I didn't. Yeah, I got it. Okay, thanks. Anything you can do for you, give us a call. Yeah, sure. We sure appreciate it. Right, bye. What does it mean?

What do you mean? St. Louis checked the address. They'd been there, all right, but they left this morning. Any idea where they went? Yeah, the Evans boys told us. Huh? They left a forwarding address. Motel out in Ventura Boulevard. Frank and I notified Captain Lorman of the new developments. We talked to the manager of the motel and she told us that she did have a reservation for June 24th under the name Evans. She told us that they'd be in Cottage 12. In view of the fact that the suspects had not been alarmed, we decided not to put out an APB on the car. We thought reasonably sure that having made the reservations they'd keep them. But any event the suspects arrived earlier than expected, a surveillance was placed on the motel 24 hours a day. Sergeant Howard Hudson and Bill Cummings took the period from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. Frank and I covered the other 12 hours. Directly across from the motel was a used car line. We talked to the manager and he gave us permission to sit in any one of his cars while keeping the place under surveillance. As we relieved each other, the police car was taken back to the city hall so there would be no indication that the place was staked out. Four days passed, no sign of the suspects.

June 23rd, 4.32 a.m. John. Yeah, Mercury Sedan. License checks. Two men. Stop there at the manager's cottage. They're right in the bell. Yeah. Looks like they're signing the register. You must be. There. Just give it to the key. All right, let's let him get to the cottage we told her we went. All right. There's a lamb in the signal. Let's go. All right. I'll cover him. Yeah. Oh, what is it? This is the manager. I have to move your car. All right. You got to move your car. Put it in the bag. Where you want? Take him out. Take him out. Get him out.

Get away from my car. I give it up, mister. I'm good enough. You got to bring him up to my stop. You're going no place, mister. You can't get over that wall. Don't let him out of here. You haven't got a chance. Not sure after you'll never take me. I hold it up, Evans. All right. No gun. I dropped the air gun. I'm going to get a doctor for me. All right. Yeah, we'll call him. You didn't have to shoot, did you? Not a deal, you didn't have to shoot. You didn't give me much choice, mister. I wasn't trying to hit you. Jesus, trying to scare you. That's all. And one hit, you know, a good shot. I'm not a good shot. Who else do it? You proved you're a good shot. What do you mean? When you killed Kelby. The story you just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On October 4, trial was held in Superior Court Department 87,

City and County of Los Angeles, state of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. Nose, throat, and accessory organs, not adversely affected by smoking chestrophils. First such report ever published about any cigarette. Yes, and it applies only to Chesterfield. A responsible consulting organization has reported the results of a continuing study by a competent medical specialist in his staff on the effects of smoking Chesterfield cigarettes. A group of people from various walks of life was organized to smoke only Chesterfields. For six months, this group of men and women smoked their normal amount of Chesterfields 10 to 40 a day. 45% of the group smoked Chesterfields continually from one to 30 years, for an average of 10 years each. At the beginning and at the end of the six months period, each smoker was given a thorough examination, including x-ray pictures, by the medical specialist and his assistants. The examination covered the sinuses as well as the nose, ears, and throat. The medical specialist, after a thorough examination of every member of the group, stated,

quote, it is my opinion that the ears, nose, throat, and accessory organs of all participating subjects examined by me were not adversely affected in the six months period by smoking the cigarettes provided. I remember this Chesterfield report. It's the first such report ever published about any cigarette. Nose, throat, and accessory organs not adversely affected by smoking Chesterfields. Why Chesterfields either way you like them? Regular or king signs? Chesterfield gives you the best possible smoke. William M. Evans and Alfred T. Evans were tried and convicted of murder in the first degree. They received life sentences in the state penitentiary. Because David R. Adams had turned state's evidence, and since he was not actively involved in the crime, in the interest of justice the charges against him were dismissed, and he was released from custody. This program was dedicated to the 59th annual conference of the International Association of Chiefs of Police held in Los Angeles this week.

You have just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police, W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department. Technical advisors kept and jacked on a whole Sergeant Marty Wynn, Sergeant Fantz Prasher. Heard tonight were a phenolic sander Virginia Greg Jack Ruchon, scripted by John Robinson, music by Walter Schumann, hell give me speaking. These great programs sound off for Chesterfield. Radio, Dragnet, the Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis Show, and every weekday Arthur Godfrey time. On television, Dragnet, gangbusters, Arthur Godfrey and his friends in the Perricomo Show. Tomorrow you will want to sound off for Chesterfields, because either way you like them, regular or king size, Chesterfield gives you the best possible smoke. Chesterfield has brought you Dragnet, transcribed from Los Angeles.

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