Western Exterminator Company.
There's supposed to be a little rodent (holding a knife & fork, I think) standing in front of him. But, maybe it went to get a cup of coffee or something.
I'm not sure an over-dressed, mallet-wielding blind man is really the ideal representative for an exterminator. Would you be happy if this guy showed up at your house to get rid of your mice?
But hey- I'm not a marketing consultant.
Still, you have to love the spats.
Nobody wears spats anymore.