One Hour Caper LQ wire recording

down at the from Samuel State lies with number one three seven five nine six subject to one hour capers dear Clancy I think you were financing the Santa Cruz go was warm quiet I was sitting in my underwear in front of the open window of my office reading the news of the split is back

east I was not employed by the sacred commerce to this my secretary had merely taken my suit downstairs to get it fresh it began at the clock on the church of This was for the leave around the corner with hammering out the hour of four.

Oh, I think I was about to call you. My secretary is just making out the check. Don't forget that, Bill Sam, I need your help. I'll drop in tomorrow, be glad to talk to you.

Tomorrow, I'll be alone downstairs in your building station five minutes. I'm about to support you, Hank. Well, I don't know. I got something here. I want you to look in it if it's wide thinking it's important.

I'm trying to have some, now. Well, I'm trying to equip my eyes, Sam. Here to do. Oh, well, what man? From babbling to pet his magazines.

Oh, well, I'll try and make it for you. Sam, I'm tired of making excuses. I'm fine with my five-thirds, and I want you back in plenty of time. Well, all right, go on. But if you want back in this office, I have five o'clock.

That's, that's it. And they can't excuse you. Oh, okay. Shall we synchronize our rockets? Let's say it's safe time. Before, flat spirits, I'm when I reach the entrance to the happy hour of oysters and beverage box.