Mr. Boynton the Gigolo

Armoly soap, cold-gate devil cream, and palmoly chain cream, bring you our mister, starring E. Arden! Arden! It's time, once again, for another comedy episode of our Miss Brooks, and Christ. Ever since Armid Brooks became an anglic teacher at Madison High, her motto has been life, liberty, and the pursuit of Mr. Boynton.

But the shy by all that just happens to be one of Cupid's coolest customers. That's not easy to warn him of. So far the best remedy I found is a hot water bottle. My frustration reached a new high when, for some mysterious reason, Mr. Boyhan coldly and deliberately avoided me last Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday.

Those the three days of no day, no nothing. And by Thursday morning his brush-off treatment had rendered me unbywitched, but definitely bothered and bewildered. Since I considered the matter highly personal, I decided not to discuss it with my landlady, Mrs. Davis, when I joined her at breakfast.

Good morning, Kylie. Would you like to molt me, Ollie? I'm glad you brought it up. I haven't seen him in three days. Well, I haven't the slightest idea who you're talking about here. Good. You say you haven't even seen Mr. Boynton in the past three days.

I can't understand his behavior. I can't. Mr. Burden has a guilty count in time. I feel that my duties are still, but I know. Bill, what you know is that, sir. Honey, would it surprise you to learn that Mr. Burden is a true timer?

Yes, it would. But me, he's never even been a one-timer. He's pleased me to tell you this, dear. a black monday i saw him gallivanting around town with another woman another woman so that's it this woman mrs. Davis is she attractive to you before i thought oh what about how old is she?