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Well, now it's time for this week's episode of Casey Cromb Photographer. The original air date is December the 4th, 1947, and the title is The Serpent Goddess.

The anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you Crime Photographer.

What's puzzling you, Ethelbert? One of those quizzes, and it says here, uh, what are these men famous for? Sydney Porter, Samuel Clemens, Charles Dutch?

Well, they're all great authors. Oh, how come I never heard of them? Well, you would if they printed their pen names. They're O'Henry, Mark Twain, and Lewis Carroll.

Well, I'll be. Those names are famous, everybody knows, huh?

Like everybody knows, like a Hawking. The most famous name in glass.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the anchor Hawking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, and its more than 10,000 employees bring you another adventure of Casey Cromb Photographer.

Ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city, written by Alonzo Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight, The Serpent Goddess.

Early afternoon, around 2 o'clock, a sumptuous suite in one of our city's finest hotels, has an arc at the door, and a big, weather-beaten man opens it.

I guess you're the newspaper folks, if I may. I'm Dan Sir. Thanks for giving us this appointment, Mr. Sykes. This is Miss Williams. My name is Casey.

Oh, I'm real pleased to meet you, Miss Williams.

Thank you, Mr. Sykes. You're a swell-looking kid.

Thanks again. Come in, make yourself an arm. Thanks. Well, what can I do for you?

Let's throw a mix up, Miss Sykes. Our paper didn't have anyone at the airport this morning to cover your arrival with Mr. Johansson.

And the morning express wants to rectify its blunder now with a special interview.

Oh, pictures, too. Take all the pictures you want, and ask all the questions you want.

Oh, we'd like to have your partner, Mr. Johansson, in on this. We phoned him, but he wasn't in.

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