LGDI - (HSG Synd.#040) - Tag You're It

Personal notice, Stange is my stockin' trade. If the job's too tough for you to hand it, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Rightful details. Greetings, Mr. Lover.

Have another helping of homicide on the half-shelf. I'll let George do an adventure as a real killer, to coin a phrase, which I didn't. Anyway, it's called tag, you're it. Which, believe me, has nothing to do with Junior trying to catch the little girl next door.

On the contrary, it deals with an efficient master of ceremonies of an audience participation program. Now this fellow was an eager little beaver who got along on poking fun at people. Until one day someone took a poke at him.

Then even George Valentine couldn't help him. Ferris, she's got one. Right here in there, Ferris? Get me that and get it back. Oh, no, no, lady, wait a minute. Here's your letter. Now, what's the matter? Don't you want me to read it?

Oh, you wrote this. That's it. You wrote it and have it mailed it you probably bad at the postman the only rang ones. Oh Ladies listen to this listen my dear mr. Valentine Don't blush if our radio audience can only see her I said not me but madam if I'm brave enough to wear your scarf over my head

It's really a good fit don't you think don't you think it is over the face? It's not a fit it's a compulsion. Oh How about your husband, madam? Huh? You suppose he's listening? I bet he doesn't know about this, Mr. Valentine.

Ladies, isn't that a romantic name for you? Valentine. I'll bet your husband's out by a little gun right now. He's got a rival. But you remember our bargain now, lady, on this program. You dared me to wear your scarf so I can read anything I find in your purse.