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adventures in time and space, called in future. The National Broadcasting Company, in cooperation with Streep and Smith, publishers of astounding science fiction bring you dimension X. By the year 1990s we should see many amazing technological advances, and yet in many ways will be very much the same. A husband will stop off at a bar on his way home and perhaps

unburden himself a little who are friendly bartender. One Mr. Smith. What time is it Sam? Wait, almost ten o'clock Mr. Smith. One more. Listen to the old songs, it's still the best. How is Mr. Smith?

Yes, I remember singing that one back in 1974. That's where I met my wife. Golden day, Sam. Mr. Smith. Ah, thanks. That's good. Ha ha ha ha. How much feelings if I could go home and face Nettie now?

Wife trouble, Mr. Smith. Wife trouble, Sam. Fight. Oh, Nettie and I never fight. Nettie's too mad about me ever to fight with me. She doors me. Worship the ground I walk on. Well, this is something you. I remember only last year you was complaining.

She was thrown. Sometimes it changed. I only wish she was still throwing things. At least in those days I could walk out and slam the door with a clear conscience. Now she's so sweet and loving, I feel like a murderer.

Every time I stop in for a beer I'm away home. Tough, Mr. Smith. Tough. Ever hear the expression, love will fly if held too lightly. Love will die if held too tightly. Can't say I ever did.

If only she'd relax a little bit. There's bruise on my lip. Mmm. She kisses me. Mmm! For an hour every night when I come home. Can you do anything for her? I try. I reminded that she really wanted to marry Harvey Tubman.